#trigger:dubcon

[kingkatsuki]

— lush

It’s no secret to Bakugou that his friends think you’re hot, but he’s never allowed them to act on it before. Until they catch him using a remote controlled vibrator on you—

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader, implied Sero Hanta x f!reader, Kaminari Denki x f!reader, Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, toys, Bakugou let’s the guys control your lush vibe, dub-con (consent isn’t explicitly stated so could potentially be seen as non-con), long distance, sexting, public setting, nudes, squirting, dirty talk, the guys talk pure filth about you.

Word Count: 3.6k.

Bakugou did not want to be here, and frankly he wouldn’t have turned up at all if it hadn’t been for you. Especially when he knew what was waiting at home for him— you kissed him at the door with a promise to wait up for him when he returned home. Knowing that you’d more than likely fall asleep on the couch by the time he stepped back into the apartment, having to scoop you up into his arms and walk you into your bedroom.

This night out for Sero’s birthday had been planned weeks in advance, and rather than unwinding with him after your long day at work you practically forced him into the shower— alone no less, and made him get ready for drinks at a popular bar in central Musutafu.

Taking a sip of his cold beer as his friends talked animatedly around him in the plush booth, catching up with each other after a few weeks apart. Gathering as Pro-Heroes wasn’t as easy as his days back at U.A. Conflicting work schedules meant that it became near impossible to find the same days, or even evenings off as each other. So this was something to be savoured. Or at least, that’s what you told him as you watched him get ready. Sitting on your shared bed wearing one of his old Dynamight agency shirts and a pair of shorts while he pulled a plain black shirt out of his closet to wear tonight.

Nothing had annoyed Bakugou more than leaving you alone in your apartment to be here, the taste of your gloss still lingering on his lips as he thought about being home with you instead.

You’d made it abundantly clear what your plans were going to be tonight, pulling the little pink toy he’d bought for you out of your magic drawer (as he called it) and settling yourself on your shared bed.

“You put that in I ain’t goin’ at all, sweetheart.” He groaned, leaning against the doorframe as you shook your head with a laugh.

“You’re going,” You reached up to squeeze his cheeks together into a pout, the rough stubble on his face tickling your fingers as you pulled him down into a kiss, “I just need something after the day I’ve had. I’m probably gonna take a bath and wait for you to get home.”

“Then I’m at least controlling that shit.” He growled, pulling his cellphone out of his jeans pocket, “Give me access now.”

Maybe he’d be able to have one more drink before excusing himself early so he could get home to you and sink himself into your warm, wet cunt.

And god, you would be so fucking wet. You’d be soaked from the way his thumb continued to absentmindedly draw patterns against his phone screen. The pink cursor ascended for a few moments before dragging it back down. Picturing how you looked right now with the little toy stuffed inside your pretty pussy as you writhed on top of tussled sheets all because of him.

You[8.59PM]: Kats, stop teasing and let me cum :(((

The notification banner signaled at the top of the screen, causing Bakugou to grin. He’d been teasing you for the last hour with the toy, knowing that the settings he was using weren’t quite enough to have you coming undone for him. But just enough to have you riled up and begging for more—

Bakugou[9.00PM]: You’re the one that wanted to play these games, sweetheart.

You[9.01PM]: Yeah, but I wanna cum :((

The words had Bakugou’s cock throbbing in his pants, pressing against the rough denim as he tried to mask a groan through a tickly cough. Pressing the back of his hand to his lips as he typed another response to you.

Bakugou[9.02PM]: I promise I’ll take good care of you when I get home, baby.

You[9.05PM]: Turn it up a little please, baby? I need it.

With that text you’d sent an attachment. He’d been hiding the screen of his phone beneath the table all evening to avoid any prying eyes or accusatory questions, but this made him shield the screen from any unsuspecting gazes. A photograph of you staring up into the camera with needy eyes, your glossy lips curled into a cute pout as you pulled your shirt— his shirt, above your chest as the fabric bunched together to reveal your perfect breasts.

God, you were so fucking perfect.

Bakugou decided to take pity on you, his fingers pulling the circle up the screen to increase the vibrations. His free hand reaching forward to grab his bottle as he downed the rest of its contents. Determined this would be his last drink before excusing himself to come home to you, not that he’d have to think of any particular reason.

“Work still trying to contact you, bro? It’s gone nine.” Sero asked, leaning his forearms against the table.

“You have been on the phone a lot, is everything okay?” Kirishima looked concerned.

“He’s probably texting his girlfriend,” Denki practically sang.

“Shut up, idiot. Everything’s fine.”

Slipping his phone back into his pocket as he stood from the booth, smoothing his hands down the black denim on his thighs as he made a beeline towards the bar.

“It’s your round yeah, Kats?” Kirishima called after him, the sound drowned out by the loud bustle of the bar as Bakugou leaned against it waiting to be served. He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, knowing that it was texts from you. But he didn’t want to unlock it to read them now, not when anyone could look over his shoulder and catch a glimpse at what was his.

Forgoing a tray as he held the neck of the beer bottles between his knuckles as he carried them back towards the booth to a cheer and raised arms from Denki. Sharing them out as he resumed his seat and wrapped a palm around the cold base of the bottle, distracted as he pulled his phone out to finally respond to you.

You[9.21PM]: I can’t cum with this, baby. It’s driving me crazy.

You[9.23PM]: You are the biggest tease I swear, Kats. My clit is throbbing :(((

Bakugou grinned as instead of responding to your messages, he left them on read. Opening the lush app as he went back to dragging his thumb across the screen, increasing the vibrations to give you some much needed relief. Except this time Sero was quick to notice the app on Bakugou’s phone screen, quick reflexes snatching the phone from his hands.

“Is this what I think it is?” Sero’s eyes sparkled with mischief as his mouth settled into a wide grin, “No wonder you’re talking to us even less than usual tonight, Bakubro.”

“Give it back, tapeface.” Bakugou practically snarled, reaching across the table to try and grab his phone back. Knocking his beer bottle over in the process, which Kirishima’s quick reflexes managed to save with minimal spillage, the head foaming up from the movement.

“What is that?” Denki asked with curiosity as he leaned over Sero’s shoulder to look at the screen.

“You guys ever seen this app before?” Sero turned it to face the table, the circle still sat in the middle of the screen. An indication of the consistent hum of vibrations pulsing through the toy for you right now.

“No, what does it do?” Kirishima tilted his head slightly, “Is it like a game?”

“It’s an app for a remote controlled vibrator,” Sero explained, “So unless it’s inside you right now, man—”

“Piss off.” Bakugou snarled, baring his teeth.

“Then I’m guessing it’s inside your girlfriend.” Sero surmised, turning the screen back to face him.

“Oh,” Kirishima’s lips parted in surprise, and Bakugou could see the cogs turning in his mind as his thoughts clearly went to what you looked like with this little toy stuffed inside your pussy.

“Wait” Denki’s brows were furrowed as though deep in thoyght, the cogs turning in his mind, “So that means she’s got it in right now?”

“Looks like it.” Sero held the phone in one hand as he used his pointer finger to drag the circle down to the bottom of the screen, stopping the vibrations completely, “How many times has she cum already?”

None of your fucking business, Bakugou thought to himself as he sneered across the table. But he hoped you hadn’t cum at all, wanting to return home and experience the luxury of you coming undone on his cock firsthand.

“Oh fuck, man.” Denki whined, “Your girlfriends so fucking hot. How did you get so lucky?”

“Maybe you should give that back, Sero.” Kirishima shuffled beside Bakugou, clearly intrigued with the conversation but he tried to ignore the dark, depraved thoughts that were running through his mind at this moment.

“Yeah, give it the fuck back.” Bakugou snarled, swiping for the phone again as Sero held it over his head and away from Bakugou’s reach.

You[9.30PM]: Baby, why’d you turn it off completely that’s so mean?

“Oh shit,” Sero read the text that came through from you, “Happy birthday to me.”

“Give me the fuckin’ phone,” Bakugou practically snarled, venom laced in his tone as he hoped you wouldn’t try and send another selfie.

“Come on, man. Five minutes,” Sero pleaded, offering the phone back to Bakugou as a peace offering, “It could be my birthday gift, you know?”

Having his friends fawn over you like this had a warped sense of power rolling over him. It was debauched, depraved and downright scummy but Bakugou found himself falling into the sovereignty.

Bakugou knew he should call you to let you know that he was surrendering control to the app to his friends, or at the very least send you a message to let you know. But deep down he knew it was something that you would probably enjoy, maybe a bit too much, if you knew. Often talking to him about uses for the toy, and whether he’d ever share access with it with his friends. The thought of going home to tell you who had been controlling it just to see the wide-eyed look on your face had his cock throbbing beneath his jeans in anticipation.

“Five fuckin’ minutes.”

“That’s the spirit, happy fucking birthday to me.” Sero grinned as he began to slide his finger against the screen, “You shoulda brought her with you, that woulda been the best gift.”

“You’d never be that fuckin’ lucky, tapeface.” Bakugou snorted, taking a sip of beer as Sero’s tongue poked out from between his lips in concentration. Swirling his finger along the screen with such precision, but Bakugou was certain he had no real clue what he was doing.

“A girl online gave me her code to one of these before,” He grinned across the booth, “Let me watch her on video while I did it too—”

“Don’t even think about it.” Bakugou would rather blow his phone up completely than let his friends see you on video.

“How do you even know she’s got it in right now?” Denki asked, “You could just be messing with a dead toy.”

“She sent a text begging me to turn it back on.” Sero grinned, “He’s probably the one that put it in her, lucky prick.”

Bakugou wished he was the one that positioned the toy inside you, although he definitely wouldn’t have made it to the bar if he had. There’s nothing in this world that could’ve torn him away from your pretty little cunt.

“Can you get her to send us a picture?” Denki continued, “Do you have pictures?”

Bakugou had multiple pictures, and videos, of you using the toy. It had originally been a way for him to help you climax whenever he was called away on long missions, a fun addition to the already steamy video calls you’d have at random hours. The time differences were often large as he’d find himself fisting his cock for you on camera at four in the morning, helping you to cum just before you were getting ready for bed.

“Shut up, asshole.” Bakugou growled.

There was no way he was going to show them a picture of you, especially how hot you looked right now. Remembering the photograph you’d sent him just as he made it to the bar, of you spread out against soft sheets as you gave the camera a sultry gaze. Man, he really was a fucking idiot coming out tonight and leaving you at home.

“Oh, he’s definitely got pictures,” Sero smirked, “Look at the look on his face. I bet she looks hot in them too—”

“Don’t you dare, you fuck.” Bakugou made a swipe for the phone, but Sero was quicker. Handing the cellphone off to Denki as he leaned forward to pick up his bottle of beer with a chuckle, taking a large swig from it as he leaned against Denki’s shoulder to watch his friend play with the app.

“Have you used this when she’s out in public?” Denki asked, looking across the booth at Bakugou while his finger criss-crossed over the screen with speed— probably torturing your poor pussy with the intense changes.

“No.” Bakugou answered curtly. Neither of you had really toyed with the device outside long distance, but it’s definitely something that you’d both talked about before. You’d even suggested he wear it one night, so he could feel exactly what it did to you for himself.

“Man, that’s so boring.” Denki pouted, “If she was my girlfriend I’d have her wearing it to the grocery store.”

“That’s because you don’t know how to make a girl cum by yourself.” Bakugou scoffed, taking another sip of his drink as Denki scrunched his nose in response.

“Yeah I do,” Denki turned the screen to face him, giving anyone in the bar who looked over a glimpse at the adult app on the phone in use right now, “In fact I’m gonna make your girl cum without even touching her.”

Bakugou hoped you weren’t coming right now, especially with how intense Denki had the vibrations. He knew you were already riled up and desperate, and this was exactly what you needed to have you tumbling over the edge. But he’d never live it down if Denki was the one to make you climax, he’d never hear the end of it.

“You should invite her next time, man. We could do this with her here.” Denki continued, his finger pausing on the screen while the dot was sat at its highest point. Indicating that the vibrations were on the most intense setting as Bakugou pictured you writhing against the sheets while the toy buzzed inside you. Picturing the creamy slick that drooled out of your hole at the sensation and stuck to your plush thighs. Wishing that he was there to clean you up instead of fantasizing about it. His cock jumped at the thought as he palmed himself subtly through his jeans while shifting in his seat.

God, he had to go home and bury himself inside you.

“Can I have a go?” Kirishima mumbled shyly, his cheeks glowing as red as his hair as he fisted his beer bottle nervously.

“Knock yourself out, man.” Denki held the cellphone out to Kirishima like it belonged to him, the dot still sat at the highest point on the screen.

What Bakugou hadn’t been expecting is the amount of teasing Kirishima was doing for you. His thumb barely moving the circle above the slowest setting, the low rumble of the toy inside you would’ve been barely enough for anyone and Bakugou knew it had to be driving you crazy right now.

You[9.40PM]: I told you to stop being a tease. I was about to cum. :(((

“Oh, she’s texting you.”

Kirishima showed him the screen as he read the text, and Bakugou had never been so happy that Kirishima had managed to seize control of his phone and the app before Denki had a chance to actually make you climax.

Breathing a sigh of relief as he grinned in satisfaction, certain he’d never hear the end of it (from you or Denki) if he’d managed to make you cum.

Kirishima was gentle and cautious as he continued playing with the app, barely letting the vibrations go above the middle of the screen. But thick fingers continued to make it constant, pushing down to wiggle the line every few seconds as he began to make almost swirling patterns against the device.

“Come on, man. Turn it up to the max.” Denki whined, his arms going across the table in a silent plea to get the phone back into his hands.

“So you can make her completely numb?” Sero scoffed, “You know she’d stop being able to feel anything with you.”

“She’d be able to feel a lot.” Denki grabbed at his crotch crudely as the men sat at the table began to laugh, even Bakugou snorted as he took a large swig of his beer. He had to get home to you soon.

“You ain’t ever made a girl cum in their life so what makes you think you could make my girl cum?” Bakugou deadpanned as Denki pouted.

“I have too!” He whined.

“Oh yeah? When was that?” Sero pried.

“Come on, man. Don’t be on his side—”

“The girls on those camsites don’t count, I’m pretty certain they fake it too.”

“I don’t even use those anymore.”

“Oh wow.” Kirishima breathed deeply when Bakugou turned his attention back to his best friend. Noticing he’d opened the texting app and now a photograph you’d just sent sat open on the screen.

“What the fuck, man?” Bakugou grunted, grabbing his phone off Kirishima has he shielded the screen with his body. Curling over the table as he held the device beneath it.

“I’m sorry, it’s not my fault. I saw the notification and I clicked it—” Panic was evident in Kirishima’s tone as he begun a feeble attempt to explain himself. An attempt that would’ve been easier were it not for the alcohol currently circling through his veins, his voice slurred as his eyes glazed over. Trying to commit the picture he’d just seen of you to memory, as though he’d just had a near death experience and had witnessed the pearly gates.

“Let me see,” Denki practically begged, “God, dude. Please— let me see. Eiji got to see, it’s not fair!”

“Shut up,” Bakugou cut both men off, trying to focus on the picture you’d just sent.

It was a photograph taken from above your body, between the gap of your thighs and your chubby mound as he noticed the dark stain that now splashed across your bedsheets. Bakugou sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when he noticed the text message that you’d sent with it.

You[9.45PM]: You just made me squirt omg

You[9.46PM]: You’re cleaning that up when you get home it’s not my fault :(((

“Fuck, she squirted.” Bakugou mumbled, eyes roaming your exposed skin and the mess you’d made on the screen.

That’s it, he was going home to you now.

“What?!” Denki gasped in surprise, practically jumping over the table in the booth to read the messages, “You made her squirt?”

“Clearly it was me that got her close enough to do it,” Sero grinned, “Eij just got lucky to get her last.”

“And she sent a picture? Can I see it, man? Please.” Denki looked as though he was about to cry, his knuckles turning white from gripping the edge of the table, “Please just one pic.”

Bakugou chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, debating on whether to show the personal picture you’d sent. A picture that had clearly been intended for his eyes only— but he’d explain to you later.

Turning the screen to the rest of the table, ensuring it faced away from the busy bar as his friends leaned in to look at it. Eyes darting across the imagine to try and memorise it in the few seconds that Bakugou had given them.

“Holy fucking shit.” Sero grinned.

“That’s not fair that you get to go home to that,” Denki threw his head against the back of the booth with a groan, “I’d lick it off the floor.”

“You’re such a fuckin’ freak.” Bakugou sneered, scrunching his nose at the debauched comment.

Locking his phone before leaning forward to pick his beer bottle up to down the rest of its contents, slamming the empty bottle back down on the table as he grabbed his jacket.

“Well, you’ve seen what I’ve got waiting for me at home, I’m out.” Bakugou fist bumped Sero as before shrugging his jacket back on.

“Any chance at a video call?” Denki pleaded, clasping his hands together as Bakugou shot him a glare, “What? I’m just asking.”

Bakugou text you as he left the bar, moving quick on his feet to get home to you as quickly as possible as he hailed a taxi.

Bakugou[9.52PM]: I’m not cleaning that up when I get home, I’m making it worse.

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[kingkunigami]

— Shidou Ryusei

Masterlist.

So what if he played dirty to get here, can you really blame him? When the reward is the biggest trophy there is—

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, spanking, no prep, unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus, cum eating, cum swapping.

Pairing: Shidou Ryusei x f!reader.

Word Count: 2.0k.

A man who’s reputation preceded him, rumours swirling about the numerous exploits he was involved in that had to be covered up. Non-disclosures paired with hush money meant the internet was buzzing with convoluted theories about what Shidou Ryusei got up to when he was off the pitch.

But no one really knew the truth— for a man that was seemingly so dangerous and depraved, he was always focused on the win. Trophies and titles are only so important when they’re earned, the thrill of the chase almost more exciting than the prize itself.

Not this time, though— this time the prize was well and truly worth the chase. Leaving a line of deflated men hunched over out in the locker rooms as he stalked towards the room you were waiting in, ignoring every word that Ego tried to say to him as he pushed the door open. Slamming it shut behind him as he took in the sight of you sitting so quietly at the foot of the bed, towering over you as though ready to consume you whole.

“So this is what all the fuss was about, huh?” Shidou scoffed, shamelessly leaning forward to hook an index finger between the cups of your lacy bra. Tugging at the thin string as your breasts bounced from the motion, magenta eyes focused on your bare skin as the same maniacal grin that he wears on the field appeared, “No wonder those bozo’s are practically begging for penalties now.”

Shidou wouldn’t admit the lengths he went to in order to be the next one to have you. The desire and drive the other members of the program now had evident to everyone around, the way they all played the game now far more calculated and tenacious. Every man stepping up their game for a chance of claiming you next, which meant that Shidou had to adapt. And now that he was here in the room with you, he’d admit it was worth the yellow card he’d received after shouldering Isagi as he was about to score. The poor fucker trying to jog off a hurt ankle for the rest of the match, while Shidou managed to intercept the penalty given and knocked his own goal into the top left corner.

“Don’t worry, Isagi,” Shidou called across the pitch as the players made their way towards the locker rooms. Holding up his fingers in a peace sign towards Isagi after before moving them to his lips to stick his tongue out between them in a lewd gesture— a reminder to his rival of what reward awaited Shidou tonight, and left the poor striker fucking his fist in the showers at the thought of it, “I’ll tell you how she tastes.”

You could smell him, a virile musk that shrouded his form and clung to his football shirt that made your thighs shudder. Clearly, he hadn’t even bothered to shower after the game before finding his way here to you— deciding this matter was of far higher importance as he shrugged his damp shirt up and over his head.

“Aww, don’t worry,” He cooed as he noticed the way your eyes widened at his bold movement, voice oozing with faux sympathy, “I’ll be gentle.”

Shidou broke off into a laugh after, as though he couldn’t even believe his lie long enough to endorse it. Catching you by surprise as he wrapped a palm around your thigh to flip you over, pulling a surprised squeal from your lips as he took in the view of your round ass.

“Shit, that ass is fuckin’ eating your panties, huh?” He was so crass, the words had an intense heat rushing to your face as he smacked a large palm down on your right cheek hard. Splaying all of his fingers for maximum impact as he palmed your cheek after, letting the meat of it mould around his fingers as he shook roughly, “Can’t wait to make it bounce.”

You cried out when he spanked you the second time, the dull ache from the first now ebbing to a sting as he gave the other cheek the same attention. The sensitive skin darkening from his ministrations as he pushed his hips forward, feeling his naked length now perched between the curve of your ass. When had he even—

You turned your head back to see his football shorts left bunched around his thighs, barely enough to free his hard cock. And although he hadn’t been as big as you’d anticipated him to be, nothing could seemingly be as big as his ego. The length definitely made up for his size, forking veins scattered along him as they melded into a bulging, swollen tip.

“Like what you see, babe? And unlike these other losers, I know how to use it too—” He sneered, wrapping a palm around himself to give a teasing pump before slapping the tip of it against your ass, leaving a silvery line of pre against your skin, “On your knees.”

Shidou slapped the side of your thigh as he leaned back on his calves, watching in amusement as you assembled the position. Bracing yourself on your palms as you kneeled, legs on either side of him as he reached out to run his fingers along the crotch of your panties. A guttural groan rumbling deep in his chest at the sensation, feeling how wet the material was before he’d even really toyed with you.

“Does he make you get yourself wet before, or is this all for me?” Shidou smirked, pinching your labia between his thumb and forefinger as he toyed with your folds, “It’s all because of me, ain’t it?”

Knew it, he murmured beneath his breath as he continued to play with you like a toddler with a new toy at Christmas. Rough hands prodding at you as he did as he pleased, thumbing your clit to pull more pretty moans from between your lips before tugging your panties to the side. Grinning as he watched the glistening strings of your slick stick to the fabric and break off against your skin as your tight hole fluttered around nothing. He pushed his middle finger forward, prodding it against your hole to feel how tight you were. Biting down on his bottom lip as he dragged the calloused pad along your inner walls, watching in amusement as you tried to push back into his touch.

“I thought I’d have to prep you or some shit, but looks like this pretty pussy’s practically begging for me, ain’t she?” He snorted, moving into position as he took himself in a rough fist. Lining himself up with your drooling slit as he dragged his leaky tip through your folds, coating himself in you as he slowly began to push forward, “So fuckin’ easy.”

“Oh,” You exhaled, fingers curling into the sheets beneath you as you felt Shidou push into your tight sex, unbothered about the slight resistance as he rolled his hips.

“Shit,” Shidou grunted, “No wonder those fuckers are actually trying now, you got this perfect angel cunt.”

Shindou was ruthless as he started a brutal pace, hands splayed against your ass as he spread your cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear inside your wet heat. Creamy rings of your slick circling his length as his balls slapped against your clit with each rough thrust. Your arms became weak trying to keep up with the force of his movements, shaking before you collapsed onto your forearms. Changing the angle of his thrusts as he moved to curl over your body, one of his hands now pressed to the sheets beside you while the other curled into the back of your bra. Roughly holding the clasp as the wires dug into your chest, pink eyes watching the swell of your ass ripple with the force of his thrusts.

“Shit, baby. You’re tryin’ to get me to cum fast, ain’tcha?” He trailed off into a groan as he felt your walls clench around him from his tone.

You couldn’t keep your head up, your forehead now against the sheets as he fucked you hard and fast. The tip of his long cock so deep inside you that it gave your cervix a bruising kiss with each forward motion, certain that you’d feel his cum in your guts if he came inside.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. The pleasure numbing the pain as your cunt cried out for relief, the euphoria swirling inside you as you teetered on the edge of your climax. Embarrassed at the pathetic whines that you couldn’t stop from spilling from your throat as Shidou fucked into your pliant body, overcome by pleasure.

“Oh fuck, baby. That’s it— cum on my cock.” You felt lightheaded as the pleasure finally consumed you whole, crying out in pleasure as your climax crashed down around you. Toes curling as your arms and legs gave way, collapsing onto your stomach as your walls pulsed around him.

Shidou didn’t miss a beat as he followed you down onto the mattress, his cock still buried firmly inside you as he pressed the muscular weight of his body on top of you. Chasing his own pleasure as your cunt continued to pulse around him, trying to milk him of his own release.

“That was so hot,” He grunted, chapped lips pressing wet kisses against the curve of your neck as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, “Sound so pretty when you cum— I bet the whole locker room heard ya.”

He was relentless as he chased his own pleasure, the change in position had you even tighter as Shidou felt his balls tighten in anticipation, giving a few more rough ruts of his hips against the curve of your ass as he came undone. Coating your walls with ropes of white, hot cum as he emptied himself inside you.

“Fu-uck,” He grunted, his sweaty chest tacking to your back as he nuzzled your neck. Surrounding you completely with the scent of him as he stayed buried inside you for a few moments, cherishing the sensation of your walls continuing to clench around him in the tremours of your climax before he finally pulled out.

Smirking in satisfaction at the way your slick and his cum left messy strings along the length of his cock, glistening in the fluorescent lights of the room as he spread your cheeks apart to see your stretched hole.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” He scoffed, pulling your hips up as he pushed his tongue inside you. Tasting the bitter mixture of his spend laced with the flavour of you as he slurped lecherously at your throbbing cunt, sucking the mixture out if you and into his mouth.

You groaned as he moved to hold the back of your head with his strong palm, fingers digging into the base of your skull at the root of your hair as he tugged your head back. His other hand pulling at your jaw to tug your mouth open as he pressed his lips against yours, letting the debauched combination of your releases trickle into your mouth as he spat. The bitter taste hit your tongue as your eyes rolled back, his fingers moving lower to wrap around your neck as he urged you to swallow. Magenta eyes focused on you with the same depraved smirk on his face as he felt your throat bob, swallowing everything he’d given you.

“God, you’re a bigger freak than me.” He shook his head, leaning forward to give your glossed lips a languid lick before pulling back and making a scene of smacking his lips, “Maybe I’ll let those other fuckers clean you off my cock— see what they’re missing.”

If Shidou had risked a red card to get a chance with you today, before he’d even had you, you dread to think what he would do to get another taste. Stuffing his cock back inside his shorts as he pulled them back up, scratching at his chest as he gave himself a final look at your spent body lax against the messy sheets. Knowing that every single man inside Blue Lock would be jealous of him and the stench of you that permeated from him when he walked back into the room. That Shidou Ryusei currently held the biggest prize in the program.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

And he intended to hold onto that trophy.

#tw:dubcon #trigger:dubcon #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #shidou x reader #shidou x you #shidou ryuusei x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #ryusei shidou smut #ryuusei Shidou smut #blue lock x you #Shidou smut

[iiingenious]

Cum dump on tim’s ass from futa Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Catwoman

Send 'cum dump' and a location to see my muse reacting to receiving one

When it came to The Gotham City Siren’s, there wasn’t necessarily any leader among them. Even more-so they seemed to share the same sex-drive and sexual conquests. Tonight seemed like Red Robin was on the agenda, and with the three of them, he found himself outnumbered. He fought the trio off for as long as he could before Catwoman’s whip caught him by the ankles and brought him to the receiving end of Harley’s mallet. Which made it that much easier for Ivy to hold him down with their vines. 

He struggled as the women exchanged quiet words and then gathered around him. The vines start to shift and he feels hands on himself, altering his position to raise his backside. Suddenly Cat ripped into and tore his uniform apart and then he found her whip wrapped around his neck. Despite the situation, Harley was kind, assuring him that this wouldn’t hurt. The more painful part was the way in which Catwoman held the whip, torquing on his neck a bit, leaving him blind to what they did. There are a few moments of audible noises and groans before hearing some cries, feeling something of a splash and sudden warmth, covering and dripping down his backside, in and out of what remains of the uniform.

 His reaction was more of a lack of one, until they all came, his body shuddered, basking in the feeling of their warm seed in the chill of the night. He even let out something of a moan, humming almost in delight. He had a feeling, hope that they weren’t done with him, but only time would tell.

#trigger:noncon #trigger:dubcon #whoops #a reaction turned into more of a drabble #Anonymous

[kingkunigami]

— pretty

Ness would do anything for Kaiser, but little did you know he would do anything for you too…

Warnings: 18+, dub-con (reader consents but it’s never explicitly asked/stated), coercion, semi-public sex, panty theft, mentioned m!masturbation.

Pairing: Kaiser Michael x Ness Alexis x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.2k.

“You ever seen a pair of tits, Ness?”

Being with Michael Kaiser you were used to his rather blunt and straightforward nature, but even this question caught you by surprise as your eyes snapped towards the sweaty man standing by his locker in the changing rooms.

“Uh—” The poor man looked mortified as he kept his hand on the door to his locker, trying not to look back between you and Kaiser, “I— what?”

It wasn’t unusual for Ness to see you in the locker rooms after training or a big game, whether you’d be waiting for Kaiser to finish his shower or dragged into it yourself it was almost like a game ritual at this point. Even if after all this time he was still nervous to so much as take his shirt off in front of you— a fact that Kaiser would tease him relentlessly over. Which is why when Kaiser asked Ness if he wanted to see your breasts right now, you thought it was another one of his explicit jokes.

“Do you want to?” Kaiser didn’t wait for an answer, calloused palms already sliding beneath the oversized football shirt you wore emblazoned with his name on the back.

“Michael,” You hissed, giving your boyfriend a pointed look before glancing towards a shameful looking Ness. His cheeks tinged a bright red as he focused his gaze directly towards the ground, “You can’t just ask him that.”

“Why not?” He gave you a smug grin, his chin glistening from the mess of your sparkly lipgloss as his thumbs brushed the underside of your bra, “It’s a valid question.”

“You’re making him uncomfortable.”

“Nah, I’m not,” Kaiser looked over at his teammate, “Ness, are you uncomfortable right now?”

“N-no.” Magenta eyes glanced towards Kaiser before shaking his head.

“See,” Kaiser bobbed his chin, “He’s fine.”

“It’s because he doesn’t want to disappoint you.” You rolled your eyes.

It was no secret to anyone that Ness would do anything to please Kaiser, which is why when you’d first started dating him you’d suspected the smaller man may even have a crush on him. Something that Kaiser vehemently denied as he brushed all of your worries away, “have you not seen the way he stares at you when you’re with me? He’s got a fat crush on you, not me. I caught him staring at your ass last week when you were wearing that skirt I like.”

But ever since that conversation with Kaiser you’d begun to notice the way that Ness would stare over at you when he thought no one else was watching, noticing the slight pink tinge to his ears whenever you’d catch him and he’d quickly look away.

There was a particular evening that you remembered where Kaiser had scored the winning goal (thanks to Ness) and declared you his prize, stripping you in the locker rooms as he carried you towards the showers to celebrate. After your romp you’d noticed the magenta panties you’d been wearing that evening were nowhere to be found. And unbeknownst to you, Ness had fisted his cock with the lacy fabric outside the shower stalls as he listened to your sultry moans, thinking about how your pretty cunt would feel wrapped around his cock.

When you’d told Kaiser about it, he told you not to worry. That they’d show up, or he’d buy you new ones as you forced him to give you his boxers to wear home. But Kaiser had found out pretty quickly that the culprit was none other than his teammate and friend. A fact that had his lips curling into a sinister smile when Ness practically begged him not to tell you.

“Yeah, and what a great friend he is, huh?” Kaiser laughed as he leaned down for another kiss, but you moved your head back to stop his lips from meeting yours. An act that had his hands tightening on your sides to try and stop you from moving away, “C’mon sweetheart, don’t be like that.”

“Ness, if you wanted to shower we can leave.” You smiled over at the man as he still lingered near the door by his locker. His skin slick with sweat from training out on the field, fresh beads clinging to his skin as they trickled down the sides of his face and along the apex of his neck.

“I don’t think he wants to shower, I think he wants to see your tits.” Kaiser grinned, nodding his head towards the growing bulge beneath Ness’ shorts, “Look how hard he is already, fucking virgin.”

“Don’t be so mean, Kaiser.” You annunciated his surname which caused him to groan against your neck, warm palms reaching up to cup your clothed breasts as he squeezed roughly. Mumbling something in German as his nostrils flared.

“I’m being pretty fucking generous if you ask me,” He scoffed, “The guys never seen a pair before, and what better way to start than with yours.”

You gasped when Kaiser pulled the cups of your bra down to let your breasts spill free beneath your shirt. Deft fingers pinching and tugging at your hardening nipples as you arched your back into his touch. His lips curling into a grin against your neck, biting down on the supple skin before pulling away to gauge your reaction.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s show him.” Kaiser murmurs, ghosting the shell of your ear as he slowly raises your shirt up to reveal your bare breasts.

Ness’ adams apple bobs at the sight as he swallows thickly, sweat trickles down his brow as he watches Kaiser continue to roll your nipples under his thumbs.

“He’s practically fucking drooling.” Kaiser mocks, rutting his hips against you as your clit throbs between your thighs.

“Wanna touch them?” Kaiser smirked as he cupped your round breasts, smoothing his calloused thumbs over your pebbled nipples as he rut his crotch into the small of your back. Warm lips peppering kisses against the curve of your neck as he watched his friends tongue dart out to wet his lips, magenta eyes focused on your chest.

Ness leaves his locker wide open as he steps closer, a hand tentatively reaching out to paw at the swell of your exposed breasts. Your gasp catches in your throat as your back arches into his touch, a stark contrast to how rough and certain Kaisers movements always are. The slightest ghost of his palm against your skin as he tests the waters, feeling the weight of one in his palm as you moan softly.

“Pretty.” He mumbles.

“She’s pretty all over.” Kaiser coos, sliding his palm along your exposed tummy as he reaches the hem of your skirt, disappearing beneath the material to cup your clothed cunt. Feeling the heat radiating from your core as he feels just how wet the fabrics become from what’s going on in the room. An indication that you were enjoying this far more than you were letting on.

“She’s got the prettiest pussy too, you wouldn’t believe.” He grins against your cheek, slender fingers delving beneath the flimsy panties you decided to wear today as he brushes through the slick drooling from your tight hole, “Wanna see?”

#kaiser x reader #kaiser smut #michael kaiser smut #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser x you #ness x reader #ness smut #Ness x you #alexis ness x reader #Alexis ness smut #bllk smut #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #tw:dubcon #trigger:dubcon

[kingkunigami]

— Kaiser Michael

Masterlist.

Of course Kaiser would be the first to win, and he won’t let you forget it.

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, spanking, no prep, unprotected sex, creampie, one use of the word shit in German (I’m sorry).

Pairing: Kaiser Michael x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.8k.

Some men know the power they wield and harness it to their advantage. It’s the same reason why Kaiser now looks down at your quivering form like a ravenous lion ready to slaughter, to feast. Hungry eyes ready to devour you as he prepares to play with his kill.

“Cute,” He tsks at the lingerie you wear. The colours an ode to the Blue Lock programme, the navy lace compliments your skin tone as he lets the back of his hand run across your clavicle, “So this is what the fuss was all about?”

Kaiser would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t try that much harder this last match, narrowly avoiding a foul by leaving the dirty work to Ness as he captured the ball from Isagi and forcing it into the top left corner of the net. The looks of deflation from the other men on the field was enough satisfaction, knowing that it meant he’d won the grand prize.

Tilting your chin up to look at him as he stands above you, his cock already tenting against his sweatpants as he leans towards you. Warm breath fans against your face as he pressed his lips to yours in a demanding kiss.

“You caused quite the stir in that little video, sweetheart.” His large palm cups your cheek and you can’t help but lean into his touch, savouring the warmth as he looks down at you with deceptively soft eyes, “I’m certain this won’t be the last time we meet.”

Just the sight of you, the smell of you in front of him had Kaiser picturing his next win. Focusing on that next goal which would place him back in front of you, and he hadn’t even had a taste of you..

“You’re so pretty,” He coos, letting his fingers brush against the soft lace, “Is this all for me?”

He already knows the answer. He knows it is. He’d scored the winning goal that secured his place here with you, even if he should be thanking Ness for that. The man would do anything for Kaiser, and apparently Kaiser would have done anything to get you.

“Yes,” You mumble, and it’s all it takes to have him groaning low and deep in his throat.

Kaiser unwraps you like you’re a gift, hands moving with poise and care as he unfastens your bra. Letting the material go lax around your chest as the straps stay loose around your arms. He watches in glee as you move the fabric away, baring yourself to him as he basks in all your glory. Hands warm and tentative as he gives your round breast a squeeze, your nipple pebbling at his touch as he gives the other the same attention.

“Beautiful,” He hums in appreciation, marveling at the sight of you as his hands travel lower. Brushing his fingers against the hem of your panties, quiet and inquisitive. Like he’s asking for silent permission even though you’re already his, you were his from the moment he stepped inside the room.

“I’m not going to prep you,” He hums, the calloused pads of his fingers prod against your little hole as he tests how tight you are. The way your walls fight back when he tries to push the tips inside, “There will be plenty of time for that next time we meet. But this time, the first time. I want you to feel how my cock stretches you open.”

Kaiser smirks at the way your walls flutter around him at the thought, anticipation swirling in your abdomen as you stare down at him between your thighs. Placing a few soft kisses against your sensitive clit that have your hips jolting beneath him. The pressure already building between your thighs as he nuzzles your soft mound.

“Oh?” He pulls back with a coy smile, “You like the sound of that? You want me to hurt you?”

You’re unsure what you want right now, your mind in a desperate haze from the pleasure that dances through your veins. All you know is you want to satiate the ache that’s currently burning in your pelvis, distracted when his warm breath tickles your clit as you let out a soft whine.

“I want you to remember this tomorrow when you feel the ache between your thighs,” Kaiser’s palm cups your cunt as you gasp, shamelessly grinding yourself against it to try and give yourself some delicious friction to satiate the ache, “And when someone else wins this victory, and they think they’ve won you— all you’ll remember is my cock. And when they slide into you, they’ll know you’re mine.”

Your tongue slipped out to wet your lips as you watched Kaiser stand in front of you, tugging his sweatpants down just enough to free his heady cock. And he is big, not that you’d expected anything less from a self-professed emperor. The thick tip pink and oozing with pre as the weight of it made it hang low, balls heavy with cum as he wrapped the palm that was now covered in your slick around himself to give one rough pump as he bullied his way between your thighs.

“And you’ll always be mine won’t you, sweetheart?”

He spreads your lips as he smooths his leaking tip between your folds, gathering your slick against him as the head catches against your hole. The sensation rousing a gruff grunt from between his lips as he pushes forward, eyes focused on the way he began to breach your tight entrance.

“Scheisse,” He hissed, the sound of his mother tongue only served to have your cunt clenching around him, “So tight.”

Kaiser angles his hips as he pulled back before pushing forward with more force, eyes focused on the way you continued to suck him into your warmth. The intrusion knocking the wind out of you when he finally bottoms inside, his messy pubes tickling your clit as he stills for a moment to adjust to the sensation. A thick lump forms in your throat as you try to gulp in fresh air, fingers weaving into the blankets beneath you as he settles his hands against your hips. Fingers dipping into the supple skin as he began to pull his hips back before snapping forward, “Just like that.”

Kaiser was as commanding above you as he was on the field. Possessive, dominant and powerful. Each forward thrust had you crying out for him, your hands curling around his forearms as your nails bit into the skin. Trying to find some semblance of reality as he continued his pace, knocking against the spongy spot inside you with practised ease.

“You’re so beautiful,” He grunts, blond hair falling on either side of his face as his eyes meet your half-lidded ones, “Look at me.”

You force yourself to keep your eyes open as you hold his gaze, the pressure inside you continues to grow as you find yourself dancing on the edge of your bliss. Dangerously close to falling off as Kaiser is determined to push you over, to drown you in the sea of him.

“I want you to remember this,” He goads, his heavy balls slap against your ass as he increases his pace, “Want you to think of me every time any one of those fuckers touch you.”

You’re crying out now, certain anyone on this floor can hear you as he pounds into you with fervour. The sound of skin against skin echoes against the walls as you leave angry red lines along his skin, souvenirs he’ll most certainly use to signal his victory when he returns back to his competitors. The men that wish they were in his position right now, that we’re fighting for you hours earlier.

“Whoever gets this cunt after me will only ever have my sloppy seconds,” He groans, feeling your walls beginning to flutter around him in the throws of your impending climax.

“No matter how many times they fuck you, or cum inside you, or try and claim you as their own— you’ll only ever be mine.” Kaiser snarls, and that’s all it takes to have you crashing into your climax.

Writhing beneath him as you cry out his name, your walls spasming around his thick cock as you meet your end. The scorching pleasure clouds your vision as you try to blink back the pearly tears you didn’t even know you were crying as Kaiser continues relentlessly pounding into you.

“Fuck, that’s it my sweetheart.” He grunts, moving back to grip your thighs at the curve of your knees. Spreading you open as he sits back on his haunches to admire the view, “Cum all over my cock.”

If you thought Kaiser was rough before, he’s relentless now. Using your body to seek out his own pleasure as he fucks you how he wants you to be fucked. Pistoning himself in and out of your convulsing hole as he seeks out his own end, the lewd squelch of your cunt dawns on you when the pleasurable fog around your mind begins to clear. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you move your hands up to hide your face from him, something that only serves to infuriate him.

“What did I fucking say, sweetheart?” He grunts, landing a harsh smack against the meat of your thigh, catching against the underside of your ass, “Look at me.”

You gasp as you move your hands away, keeping them in tiny fists just below your jaw as you push your bouncing breasts together. Nails digging into your inner palms as he continues.

“That’s it— oh, fuck.” His hair sticks to his face slick with sweat as his pace begins to falter, teetering on the edge of his own release, “Take it—”

Kaiser groans as he meets his end, spilling hot ropes of cum into your spent cunt as he gives a few more languid thrusts. Pushing the warm liquid deeper inside you as he slowly begins to pull out, his cock covered in your creamy slick as it begins to soften. Keeping your thighs up as he almost folds you in half, eyes focused on your fluttering hole as it begins to push his release out of you, letting it dribble along your slit towards the curve of your ass.

“Hmm,” Kaiser seemed pensive, “Are you sore, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” You mumbled in agreement. The dull ache throbbed between your thighs, and you were certain you’d still feel it tomorrow. Suddenly shy to be completely bare in front of a virtual stranger, even though he’d been with you in the most intimate way.

“Good,” His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he pressed a chaste kiss to the inside of your thigh, “It doesn’t matter who gets you next.”

Kaiser hummed as his fingers gathered his release, pushing it back inside your fluttering hole, “Because your tight cunt will still be fucked in the shape of my cock.”

#michael kaiser smut #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser smut #kaiser x reader #kaiser x you #michael kaiser x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk x reader #bllk smut #tw:dubcon #trigger:dubcon

[kingkunigami]

Blue Lock was masterfully crafted to build a Japan team capable of winning the World Cup, bringing some of the most talented players together to work their strengths and weaknesses. But what if it doesn’t work?

The players are great, have drive and determination, but what if it’s not enough? What if they need more incentive to reach the top? Which is the reason Ego brings in a pretty thing like you.

You can feel his breath against your neck as he speaks into the camera, unable to see the sets of eyes watching you on the large screen as you suddenly feel vulnerable. Ego’s hands settled on your waist as he talks, fingers dipping into the plush skin as he gives them the rules. It’s simple really. Whoever reaches the top gets the prize, you.

Your chest feels tight as he continues to break down the point system, even with such a seedy agreement he’s still interested in what’s fair. Not that anything was really fair when you didn’t have a choice to be here, although Ego would tell you that you could leave at any time. And you supposed you could, you could walk out that door and forget all about this depraved arrangement that you’d agreed to. The contract didn’t start until first play, and first play was in four hours. But money was money, and your debts would continue to pile, work would continue to run you into the ground, and you’d continue this lifeless cycle of misery. Anything was better than that.

But what you couldn’t see was the dark, depraved looks in the players eyes as they watched your pretty face enlarged on the big screen. Each man finding their own renewed vigour at the sight of you, another trophy to add to their collection as their names appeared on the leaderboard. Each man with no points between their name, a level playing field. For now.

Ego continued to list through the rewards the team could win for each tier of points, every salacious sex act he listed had the men hanging on his every word. Calculating in their minds how many goals they would have to secure to have you, and the number needed to win the grand prize.

Because giving away cheap frivolity would only keep hungry men satiated for so long, it was about time that they were given a chance to hunt a more coveted prize. Kunigami’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, golden eyes glancing to his side to see who else seemed intent on winning. A dark, sinister smirk appeared in Shidou’s face as his eyes shamelessly roamed your exposed skin, while Raichi’s hands balled into fists beside him. Chigiri’s expression was unreadable but he could feel the ache between his thighs as he took in the way your lips curled into a pretty pout, as Bachira began to jump on toe to toe. The lions were about to be unleashed from the den.

“Game on.”

Please be mindful of the warnings which will be displayed at the top of each chapter, but each will be labelled as non/dub-con just to be safe. There is no upload schedule for this so new players will be added as inspiration strikes. 

✦ Kaiser Michael

✦ Shidou Ryusei

✦ Aiku Oliver

✦ Kunigami Rensuke

✦ Mikage Reo

✦ Shouei Barou

✦ Raichi Jingo

✦ Ness Alexis & Kaiser Michael

✦ Chigiri Hyoma

✦ More to be added...

Based on this post.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk smut #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #trigger:noncon #tw:dubcon #trigger:dubcon #tw:noncon #if there's someone you wanna see lemme know!! #posting Kaiser first in a few!!!

[kingkatsuki]

Locked Up | Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

I apologise to all my other WIPs. Blame Kitten.

Summary: As a nurse inside Musutafu correctional facility, you’re not naive to the threat the various inmates pose, but you manage to catch the eye of one of the most dangerous- a high ranking member of Dynamight’s gang, Red Riot.

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, not proof read, semi-public sex, dirty talk, manipulation, a sprinkle of degradation, potential dubcon (just to be safe- Kiri lies a lot) but tbh he just proper fancies reader, no prep, no protection, creampie, panty theft. If I missed anything lemme know!

Word Count: 6.6k.

Musutafu correctional facility was a place where some of the most hardened criminals were incarcerated. The barbed wire fence that surrounded the building was designed to look intimidating, and it did– but nothing could compare to how menacing the men looked inside. There were men from all walks of life, some that had just been handed unlucky cards in life and been led down the wrong path, others who would never step free again– sentenced to serve the rest of their lives behind bars. Others were in for shorter stays, completing the final parts of their rehabilitation programs before they were integrated back into society.

And then there were men like Kirishima Eijirou.

You’d heard stories about why he was inside, rumours that constantly circulated around the cold four walls that were hard to ignore. News report after report backed up a lot of the outlandish claims, things you wouldn’t even believe were true unless you’d heard them so vividly spoken so many times. He was part of the biggest gang in Musutafu, Dynamight’s right-hand man. He’d been inside almost a year, and still had six left to serve, although he seemed confident that his expensive lawyer would have him out in two.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Kirishima smiled as he stepped up to the window, his calloused fingertips brushing your hand as he took the small paper cup from you, “Stayin’ safe in here, yeah?”

He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat that gave his skin a dewy glow as his arms flexed beneath the stiff polyester shirt, clearly just done with a workout in his cell. Often you’d catch him doing push-ups when you were being escorted by one of the guards to do your rounds, or doing pull-ups using the metal stairs to the upper cells. The soft grunts that left his lips did nothing to satiate the ache you felt for the man as you’d give him a subtle smile. Looks that didn’t go unnoticed by the hulking man who would often show off in your presence. Increasing his pace, or adding to his weight whenever you were near. The other inmates would catcall and heckle you whenever you were in their wings, calling out to you to show them your panties or come and give them a checkup. But Kirishima was always respectful, watching silently whenever you walked by. You were always told to remember that these were dangerous inmates, not the usual patients that you’d get when you were working at the not-for-profit, but sometimes men like Kirishima made it difficult– you couldn’t imagine him doing the things they wrote about in the papers, he just seemed so nice.

“Always,” You smiled.

It wasn’t unusual for the inmates to try and intimidate you inside the facility, a sick sense of power and dominance gained from the way that meek, sweet women would shrink away from them in fear as they gained a boost to their egos. And you could admit there were many men inside that would make your skin crawl, whether it was the reasons why they were in prison in the first place or the rumours you’d hear circling inside. Kirishima was one of those inmates that should’ve made you scared, the stories most definitely preceding him. His long rap sheet is enough to have him locked away for the rest of his life if it wasn’t for the expensive lawyer his boss Bakugou had hired. But there was something about the redheaded man that had you curious, the normal fear that whirred in the pit of your stomach was rarely there when you spent time with him– in fact, it was quite the opposite. Butterflies fluttered against your ribcage whenever you spoke to the man, almost feeling yourself receding into a cute, blushy schoolgirl.

Kirishima grinned as he raised the medication to his lips as you offered him a cup of water to wash the pills down with but he refused it, grinning as he lay his elbow on the counter to lean forward. Opening his mouth as he stuck his tongue out for you to see the back of his throat, lifting it before slipping it back inside his mouth. You had to fight the heat that rose inside you at the sight as you imagined his tongue against yours, and against other parts of your body. Clenching your thighs together to try and ignore the throb emitting from between them, but it did little to quench the ache. Absentmindedly handing a cup of pills to the next man in line as you watched Kirishima walk away, the prison-issue shirt tight on his frame as he towered over the other men.

You knew that fraternising with inmates was strictly forbidden, not only would you lose your job but it would prevent you from working in the field. But it didn’t hurt to look— his long mane of red hair flowing down his back as his natural colour grew at the roots, an indication of how long he’d been inside. Continuing to hand out medication as you let yourself daydream of Kirishima bending you over this very counter.

You were almost done with the line of inmates waiting to take their scheduled medication when you heard shouts begin to break out throughout the block, the sound of fists banging on metal as you looked to the centre of the room to see Kirishima standing tall, his muscles flexing as his normally shiny ruby red eyes darkened. Blood was running down his face as another man lay on the ground in the foetal position, arms protecting his head as other inmates kicked and punched him. A loud voice boomed over the tannoy, instructing the men back to their cells as guards rushed to the scene to try and break it up. Watching as the inmates all moved to their fronts on the ground as they continued to shout and jeer, another guard came into the small doctors' office to escort you back to the hospital wing as you nodded, giving Kirishima, who was now lying flat on the floor a final look before you followed him out.

It was thirty minutes later when there was a knock at your door, a guard escorting Kirishima into the small medical office as you looked up from the paperwork at your desk. A burly guard escorted Kirishima into the room, his arms bound behind his back as he shouldered through the door, sitting him down on a chair at the side of the room as he connected his cuffs to the back of it so he couldn’t move around. Keeping him in one spot as the guard finally turned to acknowledge you gruffly.

“He’s got an abrasion on his head, reckon you can give him the once over?”

“Uh, sure.” You smiled, filing the paperwork away for confidentiality before you stood from your desk, busying yourself with gathering the supplies that you’d need to treat him.

Situating yourself beside Kirishima as you tried to still your racing heart, now close enough to him that you could smell him. The musky scent of sweat and blood filled your nostrils as you took a closer look at the wound on his head, doing everything in your power not to make eye contact with him, knowing that if you did you’d forget all those years of medical training in an instant and revert back to that blushing schoolgirl.

“Can’t I get a little privacy?” Kirishima gave the guard a look as he stood by the door.

“Ain’t no privacy in prison,” The blond guard scoffed as he crossed his arms.

“Come on man,” Kirishima almost whined, “This is about my medical history.”

“And?” The guard scoffed.

“What if she tells me I got a month left to live?”

“Then I’d be fucking lucky.” The guard scoffed, “One less asshole to worry about.”

“It’s okay,” You smiled, “You can give us a few minutes. He’s cuffed.”

The guard seemed to ponder the decision for a moment before he opened the door, stepping out into the hallway as he told you to call out if you needed anything. You waved a ball of cotton wool at him and nodded as you turned your attention back to Kirishima. The blood that had been spilling from a wound above his eyebrow had stopped flowing, leaving dried blood against his cheek and chin as it darkened and cracked against his skin.

“Thanks,” Kirishima murmured as you soaked the cotton wool bud in rubbing alcohol, “It’s nice to get a few minutes of privacy in here.”

Giving him a kind smile as you leaned forward, gently holding his chin in your hand as you angled his head slightly to get a closer look at the wound. It was a gash through the tattoo that sat above his eyebrow, the word ‘Riot’ in cursive. And with any luck, the damage wouldn’t be deep enough to scar, not that it seemed like this man cared. The marks that covered his body were all evidence of the fights that he’d been in prior to this one, an indication of just how dangerous the man in front of you could be.

“This is gonna hurt,” You spoke softly as you felt his warm breath fan against your face as he let out a soft chuckle.

“I can take it, sweetheart.” But the moment he said that you pressed the bud against the abrasion as Kirishima’s teeth clenched in a sharp hiss, his nose scrunching as you continued to dab at the wound.

“What happened?” You mumbled as you continued to clean the cut, watching it soak the white cotton wool and stain it red as he hunched his shoulders.

“Was nothing.” He mumbled.

You knew often inmates wouldn’t talk to you, often they saw you as another narc. So you were used to men avoiding the question, but you’d hoped that Kirishima would be different. He’d seemed so happy when he left you after taking his medication, and suddenly now he sat in your office after starting a large block fight.

“You got any painkillers?” He asked as you moved to pick up another cotton bud, shooting him a look from the side of your eyes as you tried to gauge whether he was really in that much pain or not, “Think they’re taking me to seg after this, I don’t think I can be comfortable in there without ‘em.”

Often inmates would fake the pain to try and score free medication in the hospital wing instead of having to trade their commissary for it, but you decided his head was probably throbbing and he wouldn’t be able to go to commissary or request them from you if he was being moved into isolation after this. So you picked up two pills as you reached up to give them to him, your fingertips brushing against his lips as you broke protocol and dropped them straight into his mouth, hands lingering as ruby eyes watched you intently. Once again his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed both without water before you’d even had the chance to offer him a glass.

On instinct, his tongue slipped from his lips as he showed you that he’d taken both and he wasn’t hiding them. But this time, having him so close had you struggling to focus. Trying to ignore the heat swiftly rising inside you as you continued working at the wound on his head.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He whispered as you smiled softly. Even in the chair he almost towered over you, his head at your height as you stood between his thighs.

“It’s not deep, so you don’t need stitches.” You plastered it up to ensure the mark wouldn’t split open as you began to clean the dried blood off his cheek, “You bleed a lot though. I don’t remember seeing that on your chart.”

“Yeah, my tattoo artist said that too.” He replied with a grin, watching as you began to fill the paperwork out about his medical visit as he took the opportunity to take in the sight of your curves.

“How many tattoos do you have?” You smiled, slowly filling in each box as Kirishima began to shake his knee.

“A few. If I didn’t have these on I could show you.” You heard him jiggle the cuffs behind him as you laughed, shaking your head.

“They were talkin’ about you.” Kirishima continued, making you pause your writing as you turned to stare at him.

“What?”

“The pricks in rec.” Kirishima continued, “Were saying nasty shit about you.”

“Like what?” You shocked yourself that the words left your lips, the morbid curiosity of wanting to find out what the other inmates thought about you even though it shouldn’t matter.

“Sayin’ how pretty you’d look on your knees, how much they wanna fuck you-”

“Oh,” You weren’t even sure what to say to that, unsurprised that men who had been locked up for long periods would have these thoughts about any woman that they saw, but it still didn’t explain why Kirishima got a blow to the head.

“Knocked that fucker out, he deserved it.” Kirishima scoffed, “He said all that shit, but I’m the one that’s gonna end up in seg. Fuckin’ assholes.”

“Why’d you hit him?” Kirishima gave you an incredulous look, as if to ask ‘are you joking?’

“The shit he was saying about you- pissed me off.” His nostrils flared and you felt your clit throb, he looked so angry, so possessive.

Kirishima knew he shouldn’t be doing this- you were so sweet, so innocent, so pure. It didn’t take much for him to rile you up, and it made him feel powerful. Even more so because he was in a facility designed to strip that power away, to try and strip men back to nothing. But Kirishima still held all the power, even here. Being the right-hand man of one of the most dangerous men in Musutafu had its perks, giving him the extra freedom to get away with things without putting extra time on his count. Some of the guards inside are just as corrupt as the gang he was a part of, allowing him the luxury of continuing his line of work from the inside.

He should’ve just let you be, he’d almost feel guilty for getting you wrapped up in him. But it had been so long since he’d felt his cock nestled deep inside a wet, warm cunt and there was something about you that had him desperate to know how yours felt. There were only so many times that fucking his fist would relieve that itch, and he was almost at his limit.

Kirishima knew he should feel bad for doing this, but he didn’t.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Kirishima smirked, “I know you want me, sweetheart.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you refused to meet his gaze, but your body responded to his words. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you squeezed your thighs together to try and ignore the sensation, this was completely against protocol and something you’d never done before. Of course, there was a long line of inmates that had tried- almost every single one in fact. Taking away the chance of doing something just made men want to do it even more, so you’d become used to treating men while they sported tents in their prison-issue pants– but Kirishima? He was different.

This time you wanted to.

“We can’t.” You hummed, leaning over to stack some of the items you’d used to patch him up back on the shelf as Kirishima watched your every move.

“Aww come on, sweetheart. Don’t you want me to feel better?” He pouted and you bit your bottom lip, you did.

“I bet you’re dripping in those little panties.” He ignored you completely as he spread his thighs further apart, as though beckoning you closer, “What colour are they?”

“W-what?” You were flustered by the question, remembering the simple pair of cream panties that you’d put on this morning. Appalled at yourself for even debating whether to answer the question as you wished you’d chosen a sexier pair to wear, the ones you had on were far more functional than aesthetics.

“Bet they’re white, huh?” He prodded, fastidiously attempting to get you to answer.

“Cream.” You mumbled, avoiding his eyes as you stared down at the grey linoleum beneath your feet.

“Fuck, I bet they look so pretty on you.” Kirishima continued, shifting his hips slightly on the plastic chair as he tried to relieve the tightness in his pants, “Why don’t you c’mere?”

“I can’t-” You stammered, “The guard might come back any second-”

“Just one kiss,” He teased, with his hands cuffed behind his back, he tried to pull you closer with his body as he hooked an ankle around the backs of your knees, bringing you to settle between his thighs, “Please?”

You gasped from the sudden movement, your hands bracing themselves on his shoulders as you stared into his ruby eyes. Trying to calm your racing heart as you chanced a look towards the door to the office, it wasn’t locked and it meant anyone could walk in and see you in such a precarious position.

“Come on, baby.” His lips were now hovering over yours, mere centimetres and you’d connect them, “I know you want to.”

You worried your lower lip between your teeth as your fingers squeezed at his shoulders, trying to hold on to the last ounce of resolve that you still held inside you. But it was so difficult when he was in such close proximity to you, looking into your soul with those gorgeous eyes as you felt yourself moving closer to him. It was as though you were no longer in control of your body as your eyes darted down to his lips, his tongue peeking out to wet them as he tilted his head to the side, finally closing the distance as your lips met his in a soft kiss. You hummed gently when you felt his calloused lips touched yours, feeling them curl into a smile as he deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed past your parted lips to delve deeper as he brushed against your teeth, capturing your moans in his mouth as your hands tightened their grip on his shoulders.

“You got no idea how long I’ve been thinking about doing that with you, sweetheart.” He whispered against your lips as you broke for air.

“You have?”

Fuck, you really were so cute. You sounded so hopeful, so eager as you asked for the subtle affirmation. Kirishima couldn’t wait to ruin you-

“Of course I have, baby. Have you seen yourself?” He pressed his lips to yours in another sloppy kiss, “You’re so beautiful.”

You felt giddy as his thighs moved closer on either side of yours, squeezing them gently as he couldn’t wrap his arms around you, tilting his head back as if to invite you closer. The movement allowed you to see the intricate tattoo that covered his collarbone and followed beneath his shirt. You’d seen it before when he’d been working out shirtless in the rec area, a huge dragon that spanned from his pectoral all the way into a colourful arm sleeve. The beautiful ink marred with a gunshot wound where he’d narrowly avoided death, another indication of just how much danger you were potentially in.

“Sit on my lap.”

You’d consider yourself to be such a strong, independent woman- you had to be to survive in a job like this, but Kirishima had you questioning everything as you bit your lip. Suddenly feeling so shy as you debated whether to move closer or not.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Kirishima pouted, “For me?”

“Fuck,” He rasped as you straddled him, your dress riding up as you pressed your crotch against his. Giving him the perfect view of the tops of your stockings as you tried to hover yourself on top of him to avoid brushing yourself against his cock that was currently straining through the scratchy material of his prison-issue pants as it rubbed against your bare thighs, “You feel so fucking warm.”

Even with his hands restrained he still tried to maintain control of the situation, his hips thrusting up to make you lose your balance as you were forced down onto his crotch so you could feel his hard cock against your clothed slit. Making sweet moans tumble from your throat as his tongue swiped against your lips, eagerly pushing his way inside as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands moved to the back of his head as you let your fingers comb through his long hair. Fingernails scratching at his scalp as you began to match his movements, grinding yourself down on his crotch as he groaned beneath you as you let yourself fall into him.

“Wish I could touch you, princess” Kirishima moaned against your lips, “Wanna play with those pretty tits.”

His words had you tugging his hair at the root, making him groan as you pulled yourself away from him. His lips moved forward eagerly to press wet, warm kisses against your neck.

“Can I see them, please?” He asked softly as his nose nuzzled the soft skin at the apex of your neck.

Kirishima was a monster for corrupting someone so adorable, so innocent. But it wasn’t his fault- there was no reason why a girl as sweet as you should be working in a scummy facility like this. It was like putting you on a shelf for any sick fuck to come and ruin you- but lucky for you he’d got there first. Oh, he’d still ruin you alright, but at least there was a chance you’d enjoy it now.

“What if-” You began to contend, but Kirishima was quick to cut you off.

“They won’t come in for at least another fifteen unless you make noise.” He murmured, “And I can help you keep quiet, sweetheart.”

You leaned back on his lap as you began to unbutton the top few buttons of the standard dress that you wore, exposing the plain white bra that you wore below. Every piece of clothing was to regulation, wishing you had a sexy piece of lingerie on for him to see. But Kirishima didn’t seem to mind, the sight of your plain, white bra had his cock throbbing in his pants as your breasts fit perfectly inside. Leaning forward as you pulled the fabric down, letting your tits spill from the cups as Kirishima watched them bounce slightly, your nipples hardening into peaks in the cool air of the nurses' office. A deep, guttural groan sounded from deep in his chest as he committed the sight to memory, craning his neck forward to capture one of your pert nipples between his lips.

“Shit,” You whined, grasping his shoulders to stop yourself from falling backwards as his tongue circled the bud, cheeks hollowed as he sucked harshly. Certain he could make you cum from this alone as you kept grinding yourself on his lap, the desire continuing to build inside you as you were desperate to get off. Your hands became bolder as you moved them to the back of his neck, pushing him deeper as you began to imagine how his lips would feel on other parts of your body.

“I was right, they are fucking perfect.” He pulled away from your nipple with a ‘pop’ as he looked at the surface glistening in his spit as he moved to the other one to give it the same attention, “You’re perfect.”

You were hanging on to his every word, pleasure running through your veins as you forgot about the repercussions if you got caught, focusing only on the pleasure he was giving you. Continuing to roll your hips against his as you felt the hardness of his cock catch against your puffy clit, creating delicious friction as you used him to get yourself off.

“You feel so warm,” Kirishima groaned, jerking his hips so you could feel him push his cock against you, “Gotta help me, sweetheart, yeah?”

“Yeah?” Your mind was hazy from pleasure as you gazed at him through lidded eyes.

“Pull my pants down for me?” Kirishima wriggled his hips for emphasis as he moved back as much as he could to give you room.

Your fingers lifted the hem of his prison-issue shirt as you felt the soft black hair of his happy trail as it disappeared beneath his pants. Your fingers delicately hooked under the elastic waistband as you began to tug at the material, Kirishima lifting his hips from the chair to give you the freedom to tug his pants and underwear down just enough to free his aching cock. You gasped in surprise when you saw it for the first time, the way it flopped against his thigh a sheer indication of the weight of it as the bulging tip oozed pre. You weren’t sure you would be able to wrap your hand around it fully, never mind fit it inside you. The veins that forked along the underside only served to make him look even bigger as you wondered whether you’d get past the tip. His balls hung below, round and full with his cum as you subconsciously licked your lips at the thought of him filling you with cum.

“You think you can take me, babe?” Kirishima asked smugly, already knowing the answer. Most women struggled to take his size, and perhaps you were no different.

“Yeah,” You shot back swiftly, trying to sound confident but the doubtful look in your eyes betrayed you.

“Good girl,” He grinned, “Now take those panties off for me.”

You’d almost forgotten that you were still almost fully clothed, standing up from his lap for a moment to slip your hands beneath the standard-issue dress as the fabric slipped up around your hips, giving Kirishima a view of your cream panties as he watched intently.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned at the sight, noticing the large wet patch that stained the crotch as you tugged at the hem, pushing them down your thighs until they fell to the ground at your knees, stepping one foot out of them as you moved to get back on his lap.

“Hold on, sweetheart, hold on.” Kirishima spoke quickly, stopping you from sitting on top of him, “Spread yourself open for me, please? I wanna see-”

You felt embarrassed at the request, but somehow your hands betrayed you as you looked at the sweet look on his face.

“Put your foot here- that’s it-” Kirishima instructed you, uncaring that you’d put your heeled pump on his thigh as you moved your hand between your thighs. Your palm pressed against your mound as your fingers split into a v-shape, strings of your slick glistening as you spread yourself for him, giving him the perfect view of your bare cunt.

“Fucking hell,” He groaned, throwing his head back, “You have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen, sweetheart. I wanna be inside you right now.”

“Oh,” You mumbled, “I don’t have condoms-”

Condoms were considered contraband in the facility, there was no need for you to be handing them out as inmates shouldn’t be fraternising, and neither should staff. Thinking that this was it between you and the attractive inmate you moved your foot from his thigh as your dress fell back around your knees.

“It’s okay, baby. It’ll be fine,” Kirishima cooed, “I’ll tell you when I’m about to cum, okay?”

You bit your lip as you debated what to do, you knew the pull-out method wasn’t always effective, but you trusted him.

“Okay,” You moved back onto his lap as Kirishima smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you leaned down to wrap your hand around his thick cock, feeling the weight of it as you held it upright.

Easing your hips forward as you brushed the leaking tip between your messy folds, coating him with your slick as his pre mingled with your wetness. Kirishima hissed sharply from behind his teeth at the feeling of your hand around his cock, feeling you line him up with your tight entrance as he saw the uneasy look on your face.

“I’m sorry I can’t prep you like this,” His wrists jiggled the chains for emphasis, “Just stop me if it hurts, alright?”

He shouldn’t have said it, Kirishima knew there was no way he was going to fucking stop. Especially when there was such little time left- he just wanted to feel that tight little cunt wrapped around his cock.

He didn’t stop, he couldn’t. But it’s not like you were asking him to stop either, your cunt was practically dripping down his length, pooling around his balls.

You let out a lewd groan as you began to lower yourself on his cock, the noise catching Kirishima off guard as he began to shush you, his eyes instantly focused on the unlocked door in case the guard outside heard anything.

“Shhh, come on, babe. Do you want him to come in and see what a slut you are?” Kirishima hissed, brows furrowed as you bit down on your bottom lip hard to try and stop yourself from making noise. Tears clinging to your lashes as you tried desperately to hold back the tears, but every inch felt like your walls were burning.

“It hurts, Kiri.” You whined, trying to blink back tears as your walls burned from the stretch.

“I know, baby. I know- but you’re doin’ so good, almost there-” You weren’t, Kirishima could see not even a third of his cock had disappeared inside your cunt as he feigned sympathy. You were so wet and warm he wasn’t even sure he could last- the tightness hugging him enough to have him cumming like this. But he hadn’t worked you for weeks to get a third deep, no. He wanted all of you.

Kirishima couldn’t lie, he felt guilty when he rut his hips up into you, he did. The whimper you made when he felt you take more of him sent shameful jolts directly to his cock as he whispered for you to bite down on his shoulder to keep quiet. You complied so easily, teeth latching onto his shoulder through the starchy fabric as he felt your spit begin to slick the material. Or it could’ve been your tears- but at that moment he didn’t care.

Giving another sharp thrust of his hips as he fucked himself deeper inside your tender pussy, feeling your walls flutter around him as he began to feel the resistance start to dissipate.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, so tight.” He groaned, “Doin’ so good for me.”

The stretch was unreal, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. None of your previous partners had been this well endowed, and even your largest dildo couldn’t contend with his size.

“Fuck, give me a second, sweetheart.” Kirishima continued, “S’been a long, long time.”

You were grateful because you weren’t sure you could take it if he had just started moving. Pulling your teeth away from his shoulder to take a deep breath, holding the air in your lungs as you felt Kirishima begin to move his hips.

“Oh, shit.” You gasped as you felt the tip of his cock hit the deepest depths inside of you, certain it was nudging your cervix as he began to start a sloppy pace.

“You feel so good,” Kirishima grunted, beads of sweat beginning to appear on his brow as he positioned his feet flat on the ground as he leaned back against the chair, using the position for leverage as he began to piston himself in and out of your tight cunt.

Your nails dug into his back through his shirt as you clung to him to prevent yourself from falling backwards, your tits bouncing from the force of his thrusts as he pounded into you. His cock dragged against every inch of you with each rut of his hips as your mouth fell open in a constant whine.

“So noisy.” Kirishima teased, “My cock feel that good?”

“Y-yeah,” You managed to get out between breaths, certain the sound of his balls slapping against your skin was louder than you were but you were in no position to argue.

Kirishima continued to lead from the bottom as he used your body as his own personal cocksleeve, completely focused on his own pleasure as he felt his balls begin to tighten.

“Not so loud, sweetheart.” He whispered gruffly, “Don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

You didn’t, there was too much at stake if anyone was to come in and see you in this position, but the thought of it happening had your walls clenching around Kirishima’s cock. The image of someone, anyone coming in and seeing you in such a depraved position sending you closer to your release.

Kirishima continued pounding into you from below, a sheer display of his strength that each thrust had you almost completely off his length before gravity had you dropping back down, struggling to keep your thighs on the chair as you moved your feet to hook over Kirishima’s thighs by his knees.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He growled, “Take it.”

“Oh my god.” You gasped, your walls trembled at his words as you felt yourself slipping closer and closer to your bliss.

“Fucking take it.” He snarled, tears spilling down your cheeks as you felt yourself teetering on the edge. Leaning forward to latch your teeth onto his shoulder again to silence yourself as you screamed, the noise muffled by the rough fabric as the coil broke inside you. Crying out as you felt yourself succumb to the pleasure, your orgasm surging through you in harsh waves.

“Good girl,” Kirishima grunted, your walls milking his cock as he fucked you through your climax, your cunt even tighter, even wetter now that you’d found your release.

He continued his rough pace, selfishly searching for his own ecstasy as he felt himself closer and closer to his end.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” Kirishima moaned, your pussy clamping down around him, “Gonna fuckin’ cum inside this slutty pussy.”

“Wait-” You gasped, trying to lift yourself with tired arms to look into his eyes but it was too late.

Kirishima knew it was an asshole move, that he’d promised you that he’d pull out, but your cunt just felt so good wrapped around his cock. And truthfully? He’d never had any intention of pulling out- the thought of filling your cute, little pussy with his cum was too good an opportunity to pass up.

“Oh, fuck.” A guttural moan left Kirishima’s lips as his balls tightened, pumping hot ropes of cum inside your quivering cunt. Painting your walls white with his release as he gave a few more sloppy thrusts inside your warmth before he stilled on the uncomfortable plastic chair.

His chest heaving as he basked in the afterglow of his release, cherishing the final few pulsations from your spent cunt before you moved your hands to his shoulders to pull yourself off his spent cock, grimacing when his cum dripped from your stretched walls and onto the linoleum floor.

“You were fucking amazing, sweetheart.” Kirishima grinned as you glanced towards the clock in panic, moving to pull his pants back up around his ass as you huffed in frustration as he made it hard for you by barely moving his hips, “I knew that pussy would be good, and I wasn’t wrong.”

“He’s gonna come back in at any minute,” You mumbled, moving to pull your panties back up as Kirishima stopped you.

“Put them in my pocket” He flicked his chin, indicating towards the cream panties that were now around your ankles.

“I can’t,” You gasped.

“Come on, please?” Kirishima gave you that same puppy dog look and it had you falling even deeper under his spell.

“What if you get caught?” You asked the question as though you weren’t already taking them off from around your ankles and slipping them into his pants pocket.

“I won’t, promise.” He stole a kiss from you as you hovered over him, “Having these will get me through seg.”

He wished he hadn’t lied about being sent to isolation, in hindsight he probably didn’t even have to. He would’ve managed to get inside your panties without the little white lie, but either way, it had worked. He leaned forward to steal one more kiss from you before you began to smooth your dress out, almost forgetting about his cum that was now dripping down your inner thigh uncomfortably and hitting the floor.

“Oh, shit,” You moved to grab a paper towel before the sound of the door opening stopped you, keeping you frozen in your tracks as you watched the guard walk in without warning.

“What? No knock first?” Kirishima snarked as the guard stepped into your office, praying that he couldn’t feel the warmth in the air or the stench of sex and sweat as he moved towards his prisoner.

“Keep telling you assholes, this is fuckin’ prison. You don’t get shit.” The guard shook his head, keys jingling in his hands as he moved to the back of the chair to unlock Kirishima’s cuffs from the chain at the back so he could stand, his hands still bound as you tried to stand in front of the mess you’d made on the cold floor, praying that the guard hadn’t noticed.

“Is he ready to go back to gen pop?” The guard turned to ask you, and you felt your heart pounding against your chest.

“Y-yeah,” You mumbled, hoping the guard wouldn’t come around your table to see the mess the inmate had made of you. Kirishima did you a favour as he walked around the table and towards the guard as he was marched out of the room.

“Thanks, nurse.” He gave you a cocky smile as he left, “I feel much better.”

Kirishima followed the guard back to the general population as he stopped by the main door, waiting for the guard to unlock the cuffs as he was finally able to move his arms back to his front. Smiling smugly as he noticed the deep red marks around his wrists from where the cuffs had rubbed from his frantic movements. Making a beeline for the phones as he tapped another inmate on the shoulder, the man instantly turned around with a fist up before realising his mistake. Seeing Kirishima behind him as he instantly hung up the phone, apologising before walking away.

Kirishima picked the phone up as he smashed the keys, dialling a number as he leaned a shoulder against the wall as the phone rang. An angry voice sounded from the other side.

“What fuckin’ time do ya call this, Kiri?”

“Hey, I’m sorry man. I was a little preoccupied.” Kirishima schmoozed, a grin on his face at the memory, his cock still covered in your slick and your panties secure in his pocket.

“Yeah, well the drop is ready to go. We’re just trying to sort someone to do pick-ups.” Bakugou grunted on the other side of the phone, “The last guy was a fuckin’ pussy.”

“You know what, man. I think I might have someone-”

“Someone on the inside?” Bakugou pushed.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Do you think he’ll do it? I can get Sero to meet him before he comes in-”

“Oh yeah, she’ll do it.” Kirishima grinned, “I know she will.”

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[kingkatsuki]

— when he almost gets caught

Masterlist.

Bakugou is a bit of a creep in this one, but I promise it’s just because he’s so obsessed with reader okay?

Warnings: 18+, dubconish, pervy photographs, male masturbation.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.5k.

One of the first things Bakugou did once he started to like you was search for your social media profiles. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, that it was wrong. As your boss he should’ve granted you the privacy that you deserve in your personal life, a side of you that he really had no right to see. But this is what you do to him, he just can’t seem to help himself around you. And your internet footprint wasn’t exactly Fort Knox. 

With a few clicks Bakugou could easily access your entire social media footprint, no passwords or accounts required to satiate the itch of missing you when he’s in his large studio apartment late at night, painfully alone. After discovering your extremely public Instagram (he’d have to talk to you about internet security, any pervert could find them!) he’d spent hours scrolling through and admiring each photograph of you. Trying to ignore the ache in his chest whenever he’d see you a little too close to one of your friends, clicking into their profiles to ensure you weren’t actually dating them.

Bakugou had given himself a heart attack on more than one occassion when he thought he’d accidentally double clicked one of your photos to like it, or followed you by mistake. Something he’d foolishly done before, and something he did not want to repeat. One morning he’d been so tired after a grueling night patrol, collapsing into his bed at four in the morning he’d accidentally done the unthinkable and liked his favourite photograph of you. Feeling so lethargic, his fingers had double tapped the screen instead of pinched to enlarge it. Quickly unliking it as he tried to reason with himself that you wouldn’t see it. Not wanting to seem like the shameless creep he was acting like, stalking his employees like this.

But it did leave him wondering sometimes whether you’d mind if he followed you on your social media. You didn’t seem to mind his company, and you’d given him your personal phone number to talk to him about work matters so you couldn’t have been that adverse to it… But there was no way he’d be asking you, instead he was content to scroll through and get these little insights to your life, enjoying the aesthetic food photographs or the scenic ones he probably would have made fun of anyone else for posting— but it was different when it was you, because he loves everything about you.

Bakugou had an entire album in his cellphone dedicated to you now, screenshots of his favourite photographs from your social media so he could shamelessly admire you without the fear of an accidental follow. Pictures that he would be ashamed to admit to anyone that he’d spent many nights fucking his fist to the sight of. It didn’t matter that the pictures were sweet and innocent, it didn’t make him want you any less. The thought of what lay beneath the cosy sweaters and tight jeans had his mind reeling, the curiosity sending a rush of blood direct to his throbbing cock.

But these photographs weren’t enough, not when there are plenty of other eyes that get to admire them whenever and wherever they want. There’s something personal about having photographs of the people you love that are for your eyes only, photos that no one else gets to see.

Oh, Bakugou definitely knew it was wrong. But is it really his fault when you’re so damn beautiful?

It was early one afternoon when he took the chance to get his own candid photograph of you, the office floor deserted for lunch besides the both of you as you stood facing the copier. Bakugou was about to tell you that he was heading out on his patrol and that he probably wouldn’t be back in the office tonight. But that’s the exact moment that the printer decided to jam, a frustrated groan spilled from your lips as you hit the side of the machine roughly.

Bakugou couldn’t help but smirk at your reaction, sending your frustration a mile away as he took a step closer to come to your aid— but that’s when it happened.

You bent over to pull the small drawer out of the side of the machine, peering into the drawer as the fabric of your skirt began to stretch around your ass. Revealing more of your gorgeous thighs as he stopped dead in his tracks to revel at the sight of you.

“Stupid fucking report,” You growled as you began to tug at the papers that were stuck inside the machine, only causing your ass to shake as Bakugou had to bite back a groan.

Bakugou’s cock began to throb beneath his hero suit as he took the opportunity, ignoring the little voice at the back of his head that told him not to do it— aiming his phone camera towards you as he snapped a few photographs of your ass in quick succession.

He should’ve walked over to help you after that, but he couldn’t bring himself to approach you when his cock was painfully hard beneath his pants. Instead turning on booted heels as he made his way back towards his office, his phone clutched tight to his chest.

He was no better than Denki, no better than Mineta as he unlocked the phone to take a look at his bounty. Turning his screens brightness up as high as it would go as he zoomed in on the perfect curve of your ass. Groaning at the way the slit at the back of your pencil skirt rode up so he could see your bare thighs where your stockings ended, trying to see whether there was the print of a panty line against the material as he tried to guess what underwear lay beneath. But the fact that Bakugou couldn’t even see a line only had him speculating even more, wondering exactly what style of panties you were wearing, if you were even wearing any at all.

And god, now the thought of you completely bare inside his office, working so innocently beside him, had his head racing and his cock begging for attention. Palming himself with a soft groan as he pictured sliding the fabric of your skirt up your thighs himself to find out, calloused fingers warm against your skin as you spread those gorgeous thighs for him.

Bakugou couldn’t help it, forgetting about his patrol as he unbuckled his utility belt. Sitting himself down in his plush desk chair as he tugged his pants down just enough to free his aching cock. The head already an angry pink colour as pre oozed from the slit, his thumb smoothing over it to smear the moisture along his length as he hissed sharply through his teeth. Picturing you bent over in the same position as in the photograph across the width of his desk. Giving him the perfect position to slide his throbbing cock inside your tight, wet cunt as he wrapped his fist around his girth tightly. A feeble attempt at mimicking how you’d feel wrapped around him as he began to lazily stroke his cock, sitting back in his chair as half-lidded eyes gazed down at the photograph on his phone.

The photograph that was all for him, for his eyes only.

Gnawing on his lower lip to bite back a groan as he swiped his thumb across his leaky slit, his chest heaving as he continued to think of the most debauched positions with you. Feeling himself edging closer and closer to his release before there was a swift knock on the door.

Bakugou scrambled to fix himself, his phone now laying flat on his desk as he tugged his pants back up over his hips, sliding forward in his chair to hide his throbbing cock beneath the desk as you stepped inside the office. The sultry scent of your perfume immediately wafting into the air and making it difficult to think, his length twitched in response as you continued closer. Laying the hundred page report down onto his desk with a bright smile.

“‘m sorry it took so long, Dynamight.” You murmured sheepishly, “I had some problems with the copier.”

I know, Bakugou was already thinking of a hundred new ways to jam the copier just to have you like that again all for himself.

“S’fine.” Bakugou muttered, trying to push his depraved thoughts to the side, all too aware of his problem beneath the desk.

“Oh, are you heading out on your patrol now?” You surmised as you noticed his outfit, “I’m not keeping you, am I?”

“Nah,” He shook his head, trying to play it cool as though he wasn’t touching himself to an illicit picture of you seconds earlier, “Gonna head out now.”

“Well stay safe, and wrap up warm. I heard there might be snow tonight.”

“I’ll be fine,” Bakugou scoffed, but inside his heart was performing somersaults at the idea that you cared about him.

“I know, I just know you hate the cold.” You smiled as you turned to leave the room, and of course you had to sway that perfect fucking ass again. Bakugou tried to look anywhere else, but his eyes were completely transfixed, biting back a moan of pleasure as you finally shut the door. Leaving him completely alone in his office, late for patrol, with a raging hard on.

If you hadn’t of been so quick to dismiss your Instagram notifications one drunken night after work, as you’d climbed into your bed at four in the morning. Fighting with your charger as you tried to jab it into the port at the base of your phone, you would’ve noticed one of the banners that showed up said “DynamightOfficial liked your photo.”

#Bakugou smut #Bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut #tw:dubcon #trigger:dubcon

[kingkatsuki]

— sleazy

Everyone thinks Red Riot is such a nice hero, but really he just loves fucking his cute, unsuspecting fangirls.

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, not proofread, non-con/dub-con, implied!drugging but could just be seen as intoxication, unprotected sex, teeny tiny bit of assplay, Kirishima promises to wear a condom but doesn’t, creampie, public sex.

Word Count: 2.5k.

“You’re so lucky!” You heard the voices around the table when the Red Riot had offered to buy you a drink.

Suddenly finding it difficult to speak when you gave him a nod in response, grateful that he’d looked down at your glass of wine as an indication of what to order you because you weren’t sure you would’ve been able to answer if he’d asked.

You felt hot as it seemed as though every set of eyes in the vicinity were on you now— from the women who wished that he’d picked them, to the men that he’d come in with standing around the bar. The angry blond more formerly known as Dynamight seemed to be glaring at you from across the room, shaking his head slightly before downing the rest of his whisky.

“Don’t worry about him,” Kirishima grinned softly at you as he handed you a glass, “He always looks like that.”

Kirishima had this perfect way of making you feel at ease, the friendly tone to his voice paired with kind eyes made it easy for you to melt into him. Silencing any objections you’d usually have if a guy leaned down to tug your chair closer to him, or wrapped their arm around your waist during a first date. It was different when it was Red Riot— you felt like you already knew him. From your television screen to the huge billboards that were up all over the city to promote his latest collaboration. The man that you followed on social media and religiously liked his posts, not that you’d told him that— although with another few drinks inside you, you might.

“You look gorgeous tonight, you know,” His warm lips brush the shell of your ear as he leans closer to talk to you over the loud bass of music in the club, “I just had to come and talk to you.”

You don’t even question it when he lays a huge palm on your bare thigh, his thumb disappearing beneath the hem of your dress. Ghosting against the lace of your panties as you give another glance around the bar to see if anyone is looking— the only set of eyes that match your gaze are the same crimson ones from earlier, Dynamight still watching intently as he nurses his drink.

The fact that the Red Riot has asked for your number, bought you countless drinks and given you his undivided attention has you bursting with glee. Certain that none of your friends will believe you, instead wishing they’d come to the bar tonight to see for themselves when you tell them that you’re courting the number twelve hero.

“It’s so loud here,” His palm squeezes your inner thigh and you can’t stop your heart from pounding against your ribcage, making it difficult to breathe as his warm breath fans your skin, “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?”

“Yeah, sure.” You find yourself nodding as he helps you stand, certain you weren’t this drunk before.

“Whoops—” He grins as he grabs your hips, his fingers brushing the curve of your ass as he keeps you upright, “I’ve got you.”

And it’s that moment you feel his hard bulge pressed against the small of your back. Even in heels he dominates your size, towering over you as a pure wall of strength and muscle as he guides you through the crowds. Stepping down a quieter hall that leads towards the bathrooms as he presses you against a wall, large palms still planted firm on your hips.

“I’ve wanted you all night,” He sighs, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses against your neck, “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

“This is too fast,” You mumble, already feeling his fingers dipping beneath your skirt to grab your ass.

“Aw, sweetheart. I’m sorry,” He seems so sincere when he looks down at you with worried eyes, “Shall I call you a cab home? I just thought you wanted to have some fun.”

“I do, but—”

“But you’d prefer Dynamight or someone, huh?” His eyes droop, “I get it, that always fucking happens when it’s someone I really like—”

“No! I like you too,” You panic when he takes a step back, trying to step forward as you stumble into his arms.

“You do?” He coos, holding you tight, “I’m so lucky I found you.”

It’s embarrassing when he tugs you into the men’s bathroom, sets of eyes watching you with knowing looks from the urinals as he opts for a stall. Locking the door as he presses you against the sink, allowing you to look at him through the reflection in the mirror as he pulls your top over your breasts.

“You’re fucking stunning,” He groans, cupping your breasts as you grind yourself back against him. Alcohol inebriating your senses as he strokes your body, wondering whether you should just tell him to slow down now.

“It’s too much,” You mumble, unsure whether he put something in your drink as your head pounds.

But this is Red Riot, he wouldn’t do that, would he? He’s a Pro-Hero tasked to protect you from sleazy people like that, to make sure you’re safe.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He coos, “I’ll take good care of you.”

“We shouldn’t,” You slur, “Not here.”

“Oh? But I bought you all those drinks,” He mumbles against your neck, “I thought you liked me.”

“I do!” You panic, catching the forlorn look on his face.

“You do?” His eyes immediately brighten, “I’m glad because I like you too, sweetheart. A lot—”

He has you feeling like a giddy, lovesick schoolgirl as he reaches under your skirt to pull down your panties. Letting the fabric settle around your knees as he works on unbuckling his jeans. A large palm splayed on your back to push you over the sink as he guides the leaky tip towards your slit.

“Wait,” You mumble, trying not to slur your words, “Condom.”

You miss the look of annoyance that flashes through Kirishima’s eyes in his reflection in the mirror as you turn to look back at him before that same smile spreads on his face.

“Of course, sweetheart. What do you take me for?” He’s cooing at you as he reaches into his wallet to retrieve a large foil packet, ripping it with his teeth as he leans down to put it on, “Safety first, yeah?”

And the tip of his cock nudges against your ass, feeling the slickness of lube from the latex smear against your bare ass as you cling to the porcelain. Holding on as you watch him in the mirror as he slides the condom onto his cock.

“There,” His hand smooths along your ass, rubbing the lube against your skin to get it off his hand as he pushes his hips forward.

He’s big. The swollen tip enough to have a lump in your throat as you forget to breathe, wiggling your hips in a feeble attempt to reduce the ache.

“Shh, baby. I know, I know.” He coos, pulling back to fist his cock, “Let’s try again, yeah?”

But you don’t notice the devious smirk on his face, or the way his eyes glint with intent as he slides the annoying latex off his thick cock. Discarding it to the floor like trash as he wraps his cock in a large fist again, tapping the leaking tip on your slit before sliding it through your folds. Letting it catch against your tight entrance again as he can finally feel you without a latex barrier.

“Is this okay?” He hums, keeping his tip pressed against your quivering hole.

You nod in response as you try to remember to breathe, taking in large gulps of air as you feel him slowly push his hips forward.

“I’m gonna need to hear you say it, sweetheart.” He pushes.

“Yeah, I want it.” You groan as he immediately pushes forward, feeling the tightness between your thighs.

“Oh, shit.” His eyes roll back as he groans at the feeling of your walls sucking him in. He’s far less kind now he can truly feel you as he cants his hips forward without a moment for you to adjust, the pain comes sharp and fast as he stretches you out on his cock.

“Ow,” You choke, your head lolling forward as you try to breathe, the ache between your thighs throbs sharply as Kirishima feigns sympathy.

Telling you what a good girl you are for him, what a good job you’re doing, that you’re his favourite. Clever lines he’s rehearsed time and time again, and it just so happens that they’re working on you just like they have a hundred times before on other girls.

You think you’re special, and in this moment you are. He’s picked you.

“God, your pussy feels so fucking good.” He grunts, warm palms heavy on your ass as he spreads you apart to see his cock buried deep inside your walls. The messy tuft of hair at the base tickles your skin as he pulls his hips back to give an experimental thrusr, “Taking me so well.”

You’re a mess as he fucks into you, your tits bounce with every rough buck of his hips as he presses you into the porcelain sink, your cheek leaves a messy streak of foundation against the mirror as he sets a brutal pace. Telling you it’s because he’s worried someone could come in and see you like this, that he wishes he could have you for longer to really take care of you.

And you believe every line.

“God, sweetheart. Your pussy feels amazing,” Kirishima groans, his thumb brushing the tight rim of your ass as your body jolts in surprise. Embarrassed and terrified at the same time.

“Not there, please—”

“Oh god, baby. I would never.” He shakes his head, but presses down harder against your tight hole, “Relax, Red Riot’s got you, yeah?”

His words are soothing as you try to focus on the pleasure, trying to block out the sound of footsteps outside and the way your cunt clenches around him every time someone rattles the door handle.

“Fuck, you’re clamping down on me, sweets,” He slurs, drunk on pleasure, “You’re tryin’ to milk me.”

He sucks air sharply through his teeth as he bends his back to watch his cock disappearing inside you, the slap of his balls against the swell of your thighs sounds inside the dingy bathroom as your legs shake. Balancing yourself in heels as you try to stop the sink from digging into your hips uncomfortably, certain you’ll have bruises in the morning.

“Gonna cum, shit— gonna fill this little pussy up.” He groans, and you’re certain it’s just words. Dirty talk to help get himself off as he prepares to cum inside the condom, “You want that, baby? Want me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” You find yourself playing into it, your walls throb around him as he works you towards your own release.

“That’s my girl,” He grins, reaching around to press messy circles against your puffy clit, “Gonna stuff you full of my cum.”

“Oh my god,” You repeat, clinging to the sink to keep yourself upright as you feel yourself on the edge of your release. The familiar pleasure building between your thighs as Kirishima leads you into bliss, “Kiri—”

“Red Riot, call me Red Riot—” His fingertips dig into you bruisingly as your cunt begins to convulse.

“Red Riot!” You mewl, “I’m cumming, Red Riot—”

“Oh shit, you want the entire bar to hear you, don’t you?” He grins, spanking your ass as your cunt spasms around him.

Kirishima fucks you through your climax, roughly thrusting into you as you feel the tip of him as deep as he can go. Kissing your cervix with each forward motion as he focuses on his own pleasure, his own desire.

“Hurts,” You choke out as you try to ignore the throb between your thighs or the way your skin digs uncomfortably into the porcelain.

“I’m almost there, sweetheart. Almost there—” He groans, ignoring your pleas, “Gonna fill you up.”

It doesn’t take him much longer to find his own release, his balls tightening as they begin to empty warm, hot spurts of cum into your pulsing walls. His hands smoothing down your back before reaching around to palm your naked breasts before pulling back.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He groans when he pulls out to see strings of your slick connecting his softening cock to your folds.

And that’s when you feel it.

Warm globs of his cum slowly seeping out of your quivering walls, dribbling down your inner thighs and dropping onto the dirty floor.

“Did you— the condom?” You ask in confusion as you turn your head to face him, noticing the shiny gleam of his cock in the fluorescent lights of the bathroom as he gives you a cheeky grin.

“Oh, it must’ve ripped,” He shrugs, sticking himself back into his boxers with no care about how messy he is, “Sorry about that, sweetheart. You’ll be okay, I’m clean.”

Kirishima has just enough manners to pull your panties back up, even though you don’t have a chance to clean yourself up. Feeling his warm cum continue to drool out of you and collect in the lace of the crotch as you shuffle uncomfortably. Tugging your skirt back down as you fix your top, hearing Kirishima buckle his belt again as he checks himself out in the mirror.

“I’ll call you yeah, sweetheart?” He presses a lingering kiss to your cheek before unlocking the door to the men’s bathroom stall and stepping outside. Leaving you standing alone in the room as you stare back at your disheveled reflection.

It’s only when you look down at the ground where you notice the drops of his cum that had fallen to the floor, and beside them the discarded condom still in the perfect roll from the pack.

That he hadn’t even bothered to put on.

#Kirishima smut #tw:noncon #trigger:dubcon #red daddy riot

[kingkatsuki]

Living Each Day Like You’re Already Dead | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬.

Kinktober masterlist.

Happy Halloween everyone!💕 This is my submission to the Bump in the Night collab. I hope you enjoy it, and that it kinda makes sense ahhh!

Summary: Moving into your dream home should’ve been an idyllic experience, until strange occurrences begin to happen. It seems like the former occupant doesn’t want you living here, or does he?

Pairing: ghost!Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, dub-con, spectrophilia, intoxication, choking, blood!mentions, allusions to death/murder (not reader), cunnilingus, spanking, creampie, degradation, not proofread!

Word Count: 6.7k.

“Babe, where’d you get the creepy hologram in the bathroom? It's so realistic I literally thought someone was watching me pee.” Tatami scrunched her nose in distaste as she reached for another shot glass, pouring whisky into it before throwing it back with a shake of her head.

“What?” You raised a brow as you placed your drink on the kitchen counter.

“The dude in the mirror,” She slammed the shot glass down, “Right by your walk-in, I didn’t even wanna stare in the mirror when I was washing my hands.”

“You’re just drunk,” You laughed it off, shaking your head as you watched her refill the glass, “You screamed when the guy dressed as the killer clown came in.”

“Listen” She held her palm in the air, “That costume was way too fucking realistic and clowns are creepy okay?”

You tried to brush it off, but this wasn’t the first time that someone you’d brought home had complained about seeing things. The day you moved in, the removal company had only been working for a few hours before you heard stories of them seeing dark red eyes in what was going to be the master bedroom. One man was so spooked he dropped his end of your couch going up the stairs so it knocked into the wall, damage that the company were more than happy to compensate for but the man still refused to step back inside your home. You weren’t even upset about the damage to the wall, but you appreciated the hefty discount.

The next happened a few weeks later when you invited a date back to your home, a few glasses of wine led to heavy petting on the couch. His hand slowly slid beneath your dress when he stopped cold, wide eyes staring at the corner of your living room as you looked back to see nothing.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” You teased, trying to pull his lips back to yours as he stood from the couch.

He didn’t even utter a word before he was shouldering his way out of your new house, forgetting his hoodie in his haste as you tried to call after him. He never did call you back.

It made you not want to bring men home anymore, the embarrassment of being left high and dry after three dates had you feeling pathetic. The loneliness began to permeate your heart again as you stood alone in the hallway, wondering what it was you had done that would make him want to leave so abruptly.

You’d also noticed things had started to move around the home, certain you’d left a towel out for your morning showers but when you’d go to grab it, it would be gone. Your mug had d from his dedicated spot beside your kettle to the other side of the kitchen, sometimes even finding drawers or cupboard doors open. The creeks and whines that came with an old home helped ease your mind when the sounds began to echo at night, telling yourself that ghosts aren’t real as you tried to calm your racing heart and lull yourself to slumber.

“What if my house is haunted?” You murmured, thinking about the events that had occurred since you moved into the home.

You hadn’t discussed the history of the property when you’d started your lease, excited to find such a large house in such a nice area within your budget. Working with a third party meant you hadn’t had the opportunity to meet the previous owners, and you hadn’t bothered to ask.

But even after living here for a few nights, you’d begun to have vivid nightmares that had you waking up in a cold sweat, chest heaving as you looked around the room to see if the killer was there. As though you’d really been there— you were her in the dream, lying back against satin sheets as you watched a man towering above you. Wielding a knife as he sent it plunging into your chest, over and over. But no matter how many times he stabbed you, and how damp the sheets became with your blood. You never died.

You’d chalked it down to being alone in a new home, so used to the dingy apartment you used to live in that was barely a box. With more space, and it being an older building the floorboards creaking and the wind howling managed to scare you more than it would’ve in your old home. Telling yourself shadows were a trick of the light, and nightmares were a trick of the mind.

But something always stuck out in every dream, something between the sea of blood as you fought to make out her face.

“Don’t trust him, he’s not what he seems.” A girl's voice would call out at the end of each nightmare, the precise moment before you’d jolt awake.

“Who’s drunk now?” Tatami scoffed, “You shouldn’t be trying to scare me when you’re dressed as an Angel. Isn’t that immoral?”

“I’m being serious.” You stroked the condensation from the side of your glass as you tried to think of something that would’ve indicated that something else was here.

“Yeah, yeah.” Tatami laughed, “Trying to shit me up on Halloween, I get it. Well, it won’t work this time-”

“Tatami, honestly-” You held your face in your palms as you whined childishly, hoping that recent events had just been a coincidence and there was a logical explanation for each one.

“We can burn some sage tomorrow or something if it’ll make you feel better.” Tatami smirked, “But first— shots.”

“I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” The thought of another shot has your stomach whirring as you slipped past your best friend.

“Say hi to your friend up there for me,” She laughed as you weaved your way through the sea of people.

You blinked beneath the harsh fluorescent light of your bathroom as you stood in front of the sink, your hands clinging to the countertop as you tried to stop the room from whirling. You hadn’t drunk that much, so you were confused as to why you felt as though you were experiencing vertigo.

Glancing into the mirror there were no apparitions, no shadows, no eyes except for your own staring back at you. Your racing heart began to lull as you realised there was nothing here, releasing a sigh as you moved to leave your en-suite and go back to the party. Stepping back into your bedroom which was currently illuminated by your bathroom light as you caught movement out of the corner of your eye.

“The bathroom is downstairs, you’re not allowed up here.” You shouted, thinking that someone had gotten lost in their drunken stupor on the way to the bathroom.

But then the shadow flickered past your eyes again, a cool chill swirling past you even though the windows were shut as you felt your body begin to seize up with fear.

You wanted to call out, thinking it was Tatami or another partygoer trying to spook you. But it felt as though you were frozen, your legs felt like lead as your eyes roamed the room. The shadow moved closer as you felt it begin to loom over you, blinking frantically as you began to make out features.

Red eyes.

“Shit,” You hissed.

This couldn’t be happening, there was absolutely no way. You had to be drunk, there was no other explanation as you were unable to take your eyes off the man as he came closer.

“I’ve been watching you, sweetheart.” The sultry rasp of his voice had goosebumps creeping up on your skin, your heart hammering against your chest as the sight of him came into view, “It’s so good to finally meet you.”

The room grew cold the closer he came towards you, your eyes flickering towards the full-length mirror in your bedroom but there was no one else in the room. There were no reflections other than your own as you began to blink frantically, the alcohol in your system clearly impairing your consciousness.

“I’m so drunk, this isn’t happening.” You murmured to yourself before you gasped from the shrill cool of his hands against your hips permeating through the sheer fabric of your dress as he pressed you back, feeling your legs hit the edge of your mattress as you were shoved down on the bed.

“You think it’s not happening, sweetheart?” The man scoffed, “I’m heartbroken.”

“Who are you?” You mumbled, surprised when you felt the weight of him on top of you. The cold continued to permeate your body as you felt his hands ghostly against your sides.

“You don’t know me?” He whispered, “I know you— I feel like I’ve known you a lifetime.”

“How do you know my name?” You murmured, trying to mask your fear as you looked up at his face. He wasn’t someone you recognised, certain you’d never seen him before but something told you that he wasn’t being deceptive.

That he knew exactly who you were.

“You look like someone I used to know.” His thumb traced the curve of your jaw as he curled his fingers around your neck, ignoring your question.

“Who?” You asked in confusion.

“Just someone-” His pupils dilated as he felt as though he was staring directly into your soul, his hand tightening against the column of your neck as you shifted beneath him.

“The girl that used to live here?” You hummed.

The man gripped even tighter at the mention of her, the girl you’d seen in your dreams. Trying to connect the pieces of the puzzle as you thought back to the last dream you’d had, the one where she was laying down in a bed covered in blood.

“Yeah, her.” He smiled almost wistfully as you felt a rush of cool air against your lips as he came closer.

“Did she die in my house?” You were scared to ask the question, but you wanted answers.

“Your house? You mean my house, sweetheart.” He grinned, “I never left.”

The words had your blood running cold, he’d always been here, ever since you moved in.

“Did she die in here?” You tried again.

“Yeah… she did.” He mumbled.

“Did you kill her?” You regret the words as soon as they left your lips, his red eyes narrowed as he squeezed your neck tight.

“Me?” He snarled, “Did I kill her?”

“I know you think she-” You began, but he was quick to cut you off.

“You don’t fuckin’ know shit,” He snarled, moving closer to you as he looked down at you with dangerous eyes, “You’re just like all the rest, but I’ll show you the truth, you’ll see-”

You felt the energy begin to darken at your question, clearly hitting a sore spot inside him as for the first time you realised how much his hulking frame towered over you. Making you feel completely helpless.

“She tried so hard to make me into a villain, so I became the monster.” Bakugou rasped.

Thinking back to all the dreams you’d had where you’d been beneath him, trying to remember the eyes staring down at you but all you could feel was pain. Your eyes roamed the scratches that covered his body, scratches left by his lover before he’d murdered her.

“He’s the devil in disguise.” The girl in your dreams would call out to you before you woke up.

“My sweet Angel,” His hand reached out to touch the halo that sat above your head as part of your Halloween costume, “She wore a similar costume the night she died.” He murmured, watching his jaw lock at the memory as he pursed his lips.

That had to have been the girl in your dreams, the one dressed in white and covered in blood. The thought had your heart racing as you tried to decide if there was enough time for you to run, but could you really outrun a spirit?

“What’s your name?” You mumbled, watching his lips curl into a smile.

“Bakugou.”

You tried to place the name, but it felt like one that you’d never heard before. Even in your dreams, the girl would never address the man by name, so you wondered whether it was Bakugou she was talking about.

“Were you the one my boyfriend saw that night?” You thought back to your date with Monoma, where he’d left your apartment screaming, his face deathly pale as he ignored all your texts moving forward.

“Boyfriend? He didn’t deserve you, none of them did.” Bakugou continued, “You’re perfect, too perfect...”

His hands smoothed over your dress, his thumbs stroking against the curve of your breasts as your nipples began to pebble beneath the cold chill of his touch. A soft gasp left your lips as his hands travelled lower, slipping beneath the sheer fabric as he began to push it up your thighs.

“My perfect Angel.” He hummed.

“What’re you doing?” You mumbled, your palms reaching up to push him back to find with surprise you could touch him. It was like a cool wall of muscle as you pressed against him, but he didn’t move an inch.

“What I’ve been thinking about doing for weeks,” He growled, “Having to watch all those other pricks put their hands on you when it should’ve been me.”

“You— you were the reason they left.” The realization dawned on you that he was the one that was making all those men leave, your boyfriend, friends, the movers—

“Course, I was. You think I was gonna stand around watching those fuckers do whatever they want to you? They weren’t good enough for you. You’re mine now.” He scoffed, your blood ran cold at the tone of his voice, “You were mine from the second you stepped into my house. You won’t leave me like she did—”

“But you killed her?” You mumbled, scrunching your nose in confusion as you stared up at him.

“I didn’t kill her, sweetheart.” He shook his head, “She sealed her own fate.”

But if he didn’t kill her, what happened? He was covered in her blood and she was bleeding to death in the reoccurring dream you’d been having since entering the home.

“I was stupid back then, I let love cloud my judgement. But I’m not the same man anymore.” He snarled, “I don’t ask anymore, I take.”

His palm cupped your sex roughly, causing you to gasp in surprise at the cold chill, the thin fabric of your panties doing nothing to conceal the heat beneath radiating from you as Bakugou groaned low and deep in his throat.

“You can’t escape now,” His palm squeezed slightly in warning, smirking as he felt your body curve into his touch, “Your fate was sealed the moment you stepped into this house.”

“Please,” You gasped as you felt him press against your clit, your body betraying you as slick began to dampen the fabric.

“Don’t act shy now, princess.” He cooed, his thumb pressing soft circles against your clit through your panties, “I know you could feel me watching you,”

You thought back to the times in the property when you’d convinced yourself it was a trick of your eye or paranoia taking over when you were home alone, ignoring any signs that there could’ve been something else in the house.

You didn’t believe in ghosts.

“When you were showering, walking around the house in these pretty little panties.” He pinched the elastic as it snapped against your hips, “When you were touching your sloppy little pussy. You sound real pretty when you cum, you know?”

Your eyes widened in surprise as he mentioned he’d always been watching you, embarrassment flooding your system and making you feel scorching hot even beneath his cool touch at the realisation he’d seen you completely vulnerable already.

“But I couldn’t reveal myself to you, not yet.” He growled, “Not when she was still here.”

The vivid dreams you’d had each night of her death had your tummy swirling, wondering if this was the night where you’d suffer the same fate. She’d tried to warn you in those dreams, she told you to leave the house, but you didn’t listen.

You should’ve listened.

“You’ll never leave me, will you?” He whispered, finally closing the gap to press his lips to yours in a salacious kiss, “You’re mine now forever.”

“She said you were the devil in disguise,” You murmured weakly against his lips, watching the wild fury appear in his eyes as he snarled down at you, his hand tightening its grip around your neck as you felt him squeezing roughly.

“She paints me as the devil when all of this is her fault, she did this. Not me—” He growled.

You wondered what he meant by that when he was the one that murdered her.

“We were going to get married, start a family, grow old together but she fucked it up. She did this.” He continued, “I know you’ve been talking to her. Fuckin’ bitch.” He spat.

You felt the fear continue to grow inside you the more irate he became, his grip tightening as the air slowly began to leave your body, feeling yourself becoming lightheaded as your lashes fluttered.

“Don’t believe a fuckin’ word she says,” He loosened his grip, “You’re nothing like her, are you?”

You began to cough and splutter as he let go of your neck, sucking in gulps of oxygen as you felt yourself coming to.

“You’d never leave me.” Bakugou’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of your panties as he pulled them down your thighs, letting the fabric drop to the floor as he moved his thumbs to your outer labia. Spreading you open as he caught sight of the messy slick stringing against your folds as more leaked from your tight entrance.

“You wanna say you don’t want me back when you’re fuckin’ soaked, sweetheart?” He grinned, “I don’t like liars.”

Bakugou pressed his thumb to your tight entrance as he watched it disappear inside you to the first knuckle, curling it inside you as it brushed against your inner walls. Pulling the air from your lungs as you bucked into his touch, the dull ache began to brew in your pelvis as he watched with intrigue.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He cooed, “I know you like it, sweet girl.”

He began to lower himself onto the mattress as his cold breath fanned against your slit, cooling your slick against your skin as you shivered. Bakugou’s lips curled into a grin as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your clit, your body jolting in surprise as the cool chill hit the sensitive nub.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen.” He hummed, “I thought you were like her, but you ain’t.”

Groaning as he inhaled deeply, surrounding himself with the scent of you as his tongue slipped out to drag through your slit, tasting you as he felt your walls clenching around his thumb.

“You’re so much better.”

Before you had a chance to respond to him Bakugou was already devouring you like a man starved, his lips wrapped around your clit as crude slurping noises began to fill the room. Overpowering the noise from the loud thrum of bass from the party downstairs as you wondered whether Tatami might come to find you and if she’d even be able to see him like you could.

This had to be another dream, there was no way that this was real.

This was wrong, you didn’t want this. There was something about his cold touch on your skin that made bile rise at the back of your throat as pearly tears began to leave silvery lines against your skin as they trickled down your temples and onto the soft sheets beneath you. Clinging to your lashes and obscuring your vision as the spirit of a man so callous used you for his own pleasure. You hated the way your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch as you willed him to touch you more, to have you coming undone in his arms.

But you couldn’t deny the ache he caused between your thighs, the ferocious desire brewing inside you at how badly he wanted you, needed you. The knowledge that he’d been the one watching you all this time, warding off any other men that may come between you. Your body burned at the thought of him watching you in your most intimate moments, trying to get yourself off as you furiously rubbed your clit, working yourself towards your climax. You wondered whether he touched himself while he watched you, whether he met his own end to the thought of you.

“Oi,” Bakugou growled, pinching your clit roughly as your body jolted to bring your attention back to his, “Stay with me, sweetheart.”

His teeth nipped your clit as your body spasmed in surprise, thighs clamping down around either side of his head before you pulled back from the shrill cool of him. His tongue slid through your slick lower until he came to your tight entrance, moving his thumb so he could push his tongue inside you as deep as it could possibly go. Crudely flicking it so it nudged your sensitive walls as you reached your hands down to thread through his messy spikes, surprised you could feel the silvery wisps through your fingers as you tugged.

“Please stop, don’t—” You whimpered. A feeble attempt to try and get him to pull away from you, to stop. But your body betrayed you, rolling your hips into his touch as he gathered your fresh slick on the pad of his tongue.

“Don’t act like you don’t want it when your pussy is this fuckin’ honest,” He snarled, spitting down onto your slit as he moved to run it through your folds, “Told ya I don’t like liars.”

He moved his attention back to your clit as he wrapped his lips around it, lashing the tip of his tongue against it as he began to suck hard. Catching you off guard as he pressed two fingers deep inside you to the hilt, not allowing you a moment to adjust before he began a brutal pace. Curling the digits as they pressed against the spongy spot inside you, as though he already knew the exact spots and places to touch that would have you slipping into ecstasy. His moans sent pleasurable vibrations directly to your clit as he worked you towards your climax.

Bakugou should’ve felt guilty, ruining your delicate body with such little care, watching as you allowed fear to consume you as you submit yourself to him. His fingers pressed sultry circles against your clit as you made more saccharine sounds for him, your creamy sex dripping with need because of him. But there’s no way you’d want anyone else after him, it’s selfish, but he wouldn’t allow it. You were his now, and you would always be his.

“You’re so easy,” Bakugou scoffed as you whimpered when he pulled away from your puffy nub, “Thought you’d put up more of a fight, but I guess you’re just desperate to get yourself off, or are you scared?”

You were. You were petrified. Your soaked cunt clenching around nothing at his callous words as he pinched your folds together,

And yet at the same time, you were completely mystified by this entity. He’d made you feel more wanted and desired than any guy you’d been with before, and the fear that he could harm you with ease only seemed to add to the allure.

The sensation was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, your eyes flickered over to the full-length mirror as you seemed to be alone on the bed, the man above you held no reflection as you tugged at his hair. Trying to gauge whether this was all just another one of your vivid dreams or if it was really happening. Bakugou snarled against your clit at the movement as his teeth grazed the sensitive nub, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

“You want everyone to hear what a slut you are for me, hah?” He grinned, “Too bad they wouldn’t live to remember it, you’re mine.”

The threat, even though it wasn’t directed at you, had your walls throbbing in a mixture of excitement and fear. A movement that didn’t go unnoticed by the supernatural being above you.

“You like that?” He scoffed, “Cause you know I would— I’d kill for you.”

And there was something in the tone of his voice that told you he was being completely truthful. Especially when he’d done the same to his previous lover, the fact that you believed even now that he could watch you take your final breath.

You gasped as he brought your attention back to him, curving his large palms around the fat of your thighs as he pulled you closer to him, keeping you spread wide open as thick fingers dug into the meat of your skin. Sliding the flat of his tongue through your folds as he gave a long, languid lick. Your hips bucked erratically as he deliberately avoided your clit, repeating the motion again and again as every so often he dipped the tip of his tongue inside your fluttering walls. His teasing was driving you insane, as fresh slick began to ooze from your overstimulated cunt, feebly trying to use the grip on his hair to pull him towards your clit. Your halo fell off against the plush pillows as he smirked up at you from between your thighs.

“I thought you didn’t want this, sweetheart.” He spoke against your folds, “But here you are practically begging me to get you off.”

Here you were beneath him, so compliant and responsive. It had his cock throbbing with desire as he subtly rolled his hips against the mattress, continuing to feast on your cunt as you writhed beneath him.

“Do you want to cum?” He snarled.

“I— oh my god,” You couldn’t think straight, still unable to believe this was really happening as Bakugou bullied two thick fingers inside your dripping hole. Immediately curling them towards the spongy spot inside you as he waited for your response. His cool breath fanning against your sensitive nub as your slick cooled and dried against it, making you squirm beneath him as you tried to form the right words.

“Answer me,” He spat, his other hand tightening its grip against your thigh almost painfully, “Do you want to cum?”

“Yes—” You cried out abruptly, the fear still prevalent inside you, “Yes, yes. I want to cum. I need to cum.”

You could feel tears beginning to cling to your thick lashes as Bakugou dove straight back into your messy cunt, his lips immediately latching on to your puffy clit as he sucked hard. The sudden movement had you thrashing beneath him as you let out a shrill cry, your toes curling in the heels you were wearing as you came undone. Your climax was earth-shattering as you could only feel blinding pleasure coursing through your veins, even with the cool chill of Bakugou surrounding you, you still felt scorching hot.

“That’s it,” He growled, pulling his fingers from your slick heat to delve his tongue back inside you for a taste. Collecting your juices against the flat of it as he groaned deep in his throat, cherishing the feeling of your walls continuing to flutter around him in the aftermath of your climax.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum, has anyone told you that?” Bakugou murmured as he pulled away from your slit, pressing wet sloppy kisses on the apex of your thigh as he pulled back, “I could go another eternity with only that image in my mind.”

You thought that was it, that he’d disappear and you could leave. But instead, he moved onto his knees, translucent hands moving to unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down his hips. You watched as he slowly revealed his thick cock to your eyes, the mere thought of him fitting inside you had your cunt swirling in anticipation. No longer a way to tell whether this was a dream or reality as rough hands flipped you over as though you weighed nothing, something that terrified you as he pulled you up onto your knees as you leaned on your forearms.

“Oh fuck,” He groaned, hands ghosting against your ass as he pulled your cheeks apart, “Everything about you is better than her. It’s as though you were what I was waiting for all this time.”

What did he mean by that? You still were unaware of the reason why his spirit was trapped inside this house, why he hadn’t been able to move on and whether the girl he spoke about was the one covered in blood you witnessed in your dreams.

“Fuck,” Bakugou snarled, smoothing the fat tip of his cock through your messy folds as you felt it catch against your tight entrance, pushing forward as he failed to breach you as his tip nudged against your clit. Your fingers fisting the sheets beneath you at the motion as he pulled his hips back to try again, “You’re so tight.”

A dull ache began to ebb inside you as he pushed more of himself inside your slick walls, stretching you out around his cock as large palms gripped your plush ass. Squeezing roughly as he reached back to land a resounding smack on your cheek, watching it ripple beneath his touch as the movement had your body moving forward, pulling yourself off his length as his grip sought to pull you back.

“Shit, this fuckin’ pussy is perfect.” He groaned, giving you a moment to adjust before he began a rough pace.

The sensation was indescribable, like nothing you’d ever felt before as you felt the heat of your most intimate place mix with the cold of him. His thick cock pressed against the ridges of your walls perfectly as he filled every inch of you, moving deeper and deeper with each rough rut of his hips as you felt his tip hitting the barrier inside you, heavy balls knocking against your clit with every forward motion.

“S’too much,” You slurred, wincing slightly as you felt the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, “I can’t.”

“But yet you are,” Bakugou snarled, rough hands reaching around your body to tug the top of your dress down, “My perfect little Angel.”

Bakugou’s hands groped your bouncing breasts, pinching your taut nipples between thumb and forefinger as you cried out beneath him, turning your face to the side to see the slightest flash of red as he continued plunging into your tight cunt.

“That’s it,” He groaned, “Watch those pretty faces you’re makin’ for me.”

He gave a particularly hard thrust to watch your face contort in pleasure as he smirked down at you, the crude slap of skin against skin filled the room and it made you wonder whether this was really a dream. Maybe you’d drunk too much and you were sleeping with a cute guy from the party— but you couldn’t fool yourself, this was different, supernatural.

“Bakugou,” You gasped, his thick cock dragging against your inner walls perfectly as he knocked against the sensitive spot inside you with a harsh thrust of his hips. Already feeling the first signs of your impending climax as you began to tremble around his length.

“Katsuki,” He grunted, squeezing your hips for emphasis, “Want you to call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” You repeated, the name sliding off your tongue as you broke into another sultry moan.

“Fuck, just like that, sweet girl.” He choked back a moan as he increased his pace.

It was all you could do to lay there and take it, fingers curled into the sheets as the thrusts you tried to make were no match for his brutal pace.

“I know you want to cum, sweetheart.” He grinned, his chest swelled with pride as he heard more of the pretty noises that spilt from your lips, “Can feel ya squeezing my cock.”

One of his thumbs pressed against your tight asshole as large palms kept you spread open for him, feeling the rim flutter against his touch at the foreign sensation as you began to shake beneath him.

“Oh fuck,” You felt your body give out as your legs shook violently at the height of your climax, “Katsuki.”

“Fuck, that’s it.” He grunted as he felt your walls begin to convulse around him, collapsing onto your chest on the mattress as he followed you down. His body was heavy on top of yours as he continued his harsh pace, his rough movements helping you to ride out your climax as he began to send you hurtling towards another.

The cool sensation of his chest pressed to your back was almost comforting as he pressed soft kisses against the apex of your neck, shifting his hips to change the angle as you continued to moan beneath him.

“Got no damn idea how good this pussy is,” He groaned, lifting himself off your back as he wrapped a hand back around your neck to pull you up with him.

The rough movement had you throbbing around his cock as he began to piston his cock in and out of you. Your eyes flickered to the reflection where you could now see the man behind you, his body completely covered in blood as you noticed the thick, deep scratch marks on his arms. As though someone had been clawing at him to get away from him, blinking as the sheets turned a dark crimson beneath you.

“Please-” You gasped, trying desperately to move your body forward, to get away from him as he kept his hands tight against your neck.

You tried to scream, but only a dull sound escaped your lips as his hand tightened around your throat, feeling his lips curl into a smirk beside your ear as he used your body for his own pleasure.

“I know you’re gonna cum again, princess. I can feel you clamping down on my cock.” He grinned, “You love this, don’t you?”

You couldn’t respond, the mixture of pleasure swirling in your pelvis and the lack of oxygen was making you lightheaded again. With nothing you could do in this position except take it as he fucked you towards another climax. His other hand slid down your tummy to slip between your thighs, pressing rough, sloppy circles against your puffy clit.

“Oh shit, that’s it.” Bakugou groaned as he felt you fall into pleasure, continuing to fuck you through it, his fingers consistent against your clit “Good fuckin’ girl.”

You allowed yourself to succumb to the white-hot pleasure coursing through you, your climax crashing down around you in a sudden tsunami as you thrashed beneath Bakugou. Your pliant cunt gushing around him like the waves against the shore as he continued to keep his rough pace. Your walls burned from the abuse as he worked himself to his own end, each forward motion had Bakugou fucking his cum deeper inside your creamy pussy until he came to a slow stop. His hands splayed against your sides as he leaned down to press a soft, sweet kiss against your pouty lips.

Your body convulsed as you rode out your climax before you became slack against him, your head lolling back against his shoulder as half-lidded eyes continued to stare into your reflection in the mirror.

“Been thinkin’ about filling this sloppy pussy with my cum for the longest time,” He groaned, his cock throbbing inside you as he neared his own release, “Had to stop myself from doing it while you slept. I wanted to see those pretty eyes when I was doin’ it.”

You couldn’t argue, already submitting to your fate as you felt Bakugou give a few more sharp thrusts of his hips against your ass, his fingers flexing against your jugular as he came inside you with a grunt. A swift burst of something cool erupted inside you as you felt it stick to your inner walls, surrounding you with the sensation as Bakugou’s pace began to falter as he filled you with his release. Rough grunts left his parted lips as his cold breath against your skin made you shiver, leaving a trail of goosebumps against your skin.

“You’re mine forever now, Angel.” Bakugou whispered as you felt yourself beginning to pass out, the last wisps of oxygen finally leaving your lungs as your body went slack against him, “We don’t need anyone else, it’s just you and me-”

You woke up the next morning sore, the early morning sunlight blinding as it shone through your windows, the blinds completely open as you held a hand up to shield yourself from the harsh rays. A harsh cough left your body as you reached over to your bedside table to grab your water bottle as you took a huge gulp of the tepid liquid, feeling it burn as it flowed down your throat.

A dull ebb throbbed between your thighs as you began to remember the vivid dream you’d had last night, starting to wonder whether it had really been a dream at all or whether it had actually happened. Shaking your head at the foolish thought as you got yourself up enough to sit on the edge of your bed. You were still dressed in your clothes from the night before, wondering whether instead of the dream the throb between your thighs had been caused by a drunken fumble at the party last night, wondering if the man was still somewhere in your home or had at the very least left his phone number.

Standing up from your bed as the whole room began to spin, as you took a second to ground yourself. Holding onto your dresser before you began to pad into your en-suite bathroom, moving towards the sink to splash some soothing water onto your face.

Standing back up straight is when you noticed it— the darkened bruises around your neck, almost seared into the skin as you reached up to press against them. Gasping in surprise at the painful pulse from them as you began to try and piece together what had happened last night, you’d never been so drunk you’d blacked out before, and you definitely hadn’t drunk enough to make you pass out.

The same name you remembered from your dream began to echo in your mind as you clutched the side of the bathroom sink, replaying the previous night's events.

Bakugou Katsuki.

Padding back into your bedroom you grabbed for your cellphone, ignoring the low battery warning as you unlocked it to pull up your search engine, typing the same name into the search bar as you added your location after it. Bleary eyes glanced down at the bright screen as you waited for the results to load before clicking the first article at the very top.

Gasping in surprise when the image loaded of the same man that you’d seen in your dreams last night, a messy mop of rusty blond hair with piercing red eyes. Scrolling lower as you began to read the article.

Jilted lovers end in murder on Halloween.

Police attended the home of Bakugou Katsuki on the night of October 31st 1985 after neighbours filed reports of arguing inside the home. The body of Bakugou’s girlfriend Uraraka Ochako was found in a pool of blood in the master bedroom with the cause of death being determined as asphyxiation after being strangled to death. Bakugou, who is thought to be the victim's boyfriend, stabbed Uraraka thirteen times before fleeing the scene. Later the police arrived at the house of Midoriya Izuku, an acquaintance of the couple, to find Bakugou Katsuki dead at the scene.

Midoriya is said to have killed Bakugou in self-defence, driving to the scene of the original murder to try and save the life of Uraraka but unfortunately, he was too late. Musutafu News has reached out to Midoriya Izuku for comment on what might have made this loving boyfriend of six years murder his girlfriend on Halloween, but we have not received a response.

Was it jealousy that turned this young man to murder? Or was something more sinister afoot?

Bakugou Katsuki may have taken this truth to his grave.

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Blackmail | Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Enji x Reader

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 - 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞) 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

Kinktober masterlist.

This fic is basically just pure self-indulgence I can’t lie🥵💕

Summary: Your relationship with Bakugou has been tumultuous since he left U.A, working himself into the ground. Spending every waking hour trying to prove himself to his boss Endeavor for a chance of making it in the official hero rankings and making a name for himself. But you decide to talk to his boss directly to try and help Bakugou achieve his dreams, and Endeavor is more than willing to help- on one condition.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Enji x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, not proof-read, dub-con (reader consents but is heavily coerced), semi-public sex, dirty talk, manipulation, blackmail, hinted age gap, blowjob, cunnilingus, rimming(f!receiving), creampie, threesome, kinda sloppy seconds? or maybe cuckolding idk, multiple orgasms. If I’m missing something lemme know!

Word Count: 6.5k.

Bakugou had filled out a lot since his school days. Now 20, in the prime of his life and ready to take the next step in his career as he pushed himself to excel like his old schoolmates, trying to get his boss Endeavor to give him a position as a true Pro-Hero so he could work towards his own agency. The Hero License was a heavy weight in his pocket as he continued as a sidekick beneath the experienced Pro. He just needed to show everyone that he could do it, that he was good enough. He’d been interning here for over a year since leaving U.A., watching all his old classmates begin to reach the top 50 as they became Pro-Heroes from sidekick's under their respective agencies. Even Kaminari had managed to slip into position 47 as a sidekick for Kamui Wood’s agency and was already talking to reporters about the hopes of teaming up with some of his old friends to try and open their own agency.

It was difficult for Bakugou to watch all his friends excelling in their careers, debuting at varying positions in the hero rankings and climbing the chart with ease. The first time newly christened Pro-Hero Deku was eligible to rank he made it into the top ten with ease, and while Bakugou tried to hide his emotions over the position, you could tell that he was disappointed.

But Endeavor was a harsh boss, even though he’d mellowed out in his older years he still demanded perfection. And from Bakugou he expected it, pushing him far harder than any of his other interns. The man often came home so lethargic from work that he collapsed straight into your shared bed without eating, still in his hero costume as you noticed his gauntlets beside the front door.

You didn’t want to admit that it was having an impact on your relationship with Bakugou, but it was. Heaving a sigh as you placed his uneaten dinner into a bento box, hoping that he would remember to take it with him the next morning for lunch at the office. You began to wonder whether he was even taking a lunch break anymore, or simply working through it in order to prove himself.

You despised Endeavor for what he was doing to your boyfriend, working him into the ground to try and prove himself when it was clear that he was more than capable. He was far stronger than the majority of heroes in the rankings right now, as a sidekick he would have no problem breaking the top 20, possibly even 10 if he was given the right missions- the right exposure. So imagine what he would be capable of if only Endeavor would give him the chance, the opportunity to prove himself.

You knew it killed him to see Deku placed at number 9 while he couldn’t even be considered for a top 50 position, the feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt prevalent inside him as he wouldn’t even touch you anymore. Believing to himself that if he wasn’t good enough as a Hero, there was no way he was good enough for you. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d been intimate together, aside from the soft kisses he’d place on your forehead before he left in the early hours for work. Thinking that he was quiet so he wouldn’t wake you, but you watched him leave every day. Knowing how much he despised mornings, and yet he was never late to the agency.

You had to do something before you watched your boyfriend kill himself trying to achieve his goals, running himself into the ground to try and prove himself to Endeavor. He was more than deserving of the role of sidekick, but it was his dream to become a Pro-Hero, and you were determined to get Endeavor to give it to him.

The next morning you picked a pencil skirt and blouse from your closet, pairing it with a pair of simple black heels as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You wanted to look like you meant business as you stepped inside Endeavor's office, you wanted to be taken seriously as you dabbed your lips with a shade of red lipstick. Sighing as you looked towards the counter to see Bakugou’s lunch forgotten on the surface as you dropped the tube of lipstick into your handbag, beginning to make your way towards the centre of the city. Nerves flowed through your veins as you tried to calm your racing heart, standing in the fancy elevator the closer you got to Endeavors floor, the harder your heart seemed to pound against your ribcage. Even as the number one Pro-Hero, the man struck fear in anyone that challenged him.

Knocking softly, even though his secretary had told you that you could go in as you stepped into his office, lingering by the door as you watched him hover over a stack of paperwork on his desk. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses sat at the tip of his nose as he almost bulged out of the black dress shirt he was wearing, the buttons straining beneath the strong muscles of his upper body. He sat back in his chair when he heard the door open, slipping his glasses off as he tossed them to the side. His intense gaze was now completely focused on you, and it felt like he was staring through you.

“If you’re here to ask me to give Dynamight some time off, you should know what you’re getting into when you court a Pro-Hero.”

“It’s not that,” You murmured softly, still lingering by the door.

“Come, take a seat.” He splayed a palm out to invite you into his office. Closing the door behind you as you made your way into the office, sitting down in front of Endeavor as you avoided eye contact.

“So what do I owe the pleasure?” He leaned back in his chair as his eyes roamed your body.

“I want you to promote Katsu- Bakugou from a sidekick to a Pro-Hero.” You spoke slowly, afraid of jumbling your words, “Your Pro-Hero.”

“He’s not quite ready yet,” Endeavor shook his head, moving through some of the paperwork on his desk as he signed the bottom of one of the pages, “Maybe a few more years.”

“He’s more than ready, his old classmates are already climbing the rankings. You’re keeping him behind.” You murmured, “Even Shouto has made it into the chart.”

“He managed position 13 with his first entry,” Endeavor scoffed, as though it wasn’t good enough, “If he had continued training with me he would’ve made it directly into the top 10.”

“Bakugou can make it into the top 10 easily.” Your eyes pleaded with the hulking brute of a man, “Please.”

“He’ll make the top 5 when he’s ready, maybe even top 3 if I retire,” He replied smugly, “And I’m preparing him.”

“For what? You’re working him like a dog when you know he’d easily hit the top 20, maybe even 10!” You felt the anger begin to rise in your body as you stood from your seat, “He’s going to end up killing himself before he even makes it to position 50.”

“He knew what he was getting into when he chose to intern beneath me. He knew this would be more of a challenge than the likes of Best Jeanists agency, he said he wanted to work with the best and that’s why he is here.”

“Because he thought you’d give him a chance-”

“And I have,” Endeavor leaned back in his chair as he shrugged his shoulders, “He’s interning beneath me, isn’t he?”

“But he deserves to be a Pro-Hero.” You pleaded, “Please.”

“I have over 30 sidekicks here,” Endeavor disregarded your plea, “Do you think they’re all in the top 50?”

“Well, no-” You began, knowing that with some of Bakugou’s old school friends already sliding into the top 50 and kicking it with some of the older Pro-Heroes. “But at the very least Bakugou deserves the chance to be.”

“Maybe,” Endeavor threaded his fingers together as he placed the index ones against his lips, deep in thought.

Shuffling as you sat forward in your seat as you believed he was actually considering your idea, “We can come to some kind of arrangement.”

“Like what?” You murmured.

“You want to help Bakugou achieve his goals, it’s very admirable.” Endeavor continued, “But I can’t just make him a Pro-Hero, it wouldn’t be fair. Especially when some have been here far longer-”

You were about to shout back that he’d done more work than necessary to prove himself, that he deserved the position, he’d earned it.

“So maybe if you were to show me how much he deserved the promotion, I could make it happen.” He continued, his intense gaze focused on you.

“Show you how?”

“Oh, there are ways.” He pushed his chair back from his desk, his thick thighs spread wide as he looked over the oak surface at you, “You can show me how much you think Bakugou deserves the position.”

The realisation dawned on you of what Endeavor was asking of you, your stomach swirling with apprehension as you stood on the other side of the desk. This isn’t what you’d expected when you’d come into his agency this morning, wondering whether you should have told your boyfriend about your plans to speak to his boss. Bakugou would’ve never allowed it though, you couldn’t tell him. But you weren’t sure you could do this for him, nervous energy continued to tremble through you as you tried to remember to breathe.

“I do this, and he becomes a Pro-Hero?” You mumbled.

“That easy.” He smiled back, one of his thighs bouncing slightly as you tried to steady your racing heart.

“Okay,” You took a deep breath as you tried to relax your tense muscles, thinking about how happy your boyfriend would be to finally be competing with the rest of his classmates, proving himself to the world and experiencing his dream. And this was far better than him killing himself trying to prove himself to the man in front of you, to prove his worth.

Endeavor motioned with one of his hands to come around the desk, your legs felt like jelly as you were certain you would fall face first in front of him. Coming to a stop between his thick thighs as you shivered nervously, even seated he dominated the room. A powerful aura surrounded him that made you feel meek and timid in front of him, almost like you were being scolded by a position of authority.

“No need to act so shy,” Endeavor’s hands moved to your waist, his warm hands squeezing the fat of your hips as you swallowed thickly, “There’s clearly a reason you came sauntering into my office wearing this outfit, you thought it would help you hold the upper hand no?”

“I wasn’t—” You stuttered. You hadn’t even thought about that when you’d picked your outfit this morning, you were trying to pick something that made you look like you meant business. So that he would take you seriously-

“I don’t think you realise who you’re trying to seduce, little girl.” He scoffed.

“No, I swear that wasn’t why I came today—” You tried to argue, but he swiftly cut you off.

“Oh, so you don’t want him to succeed?” Endeavor smirked.

“No, I do- that’s why I’m here.” You felt your heart ache in your chest at the thought of this plan going sour, you’d worked up so much confidence to come here to plead Bakugou’s case and it was going south fast.

“He needs someone who will be there and support him, not bring him down.” Endeavor shook his head.

“I don’t.” You almost whined.

“This has been his dream ever since he was a small child, has it not?”

“Yeah, it has.” You replied solemnly.

“So help him.” Endeavor’s hands moved down to your thighs, following the curve of your body as he stroked along the fabric of your pencil skirt. There was a slight pull to his touch as he tried to motion to you to move lower, taking the hint as you slowly dropped to your knees. The new position made him appear even larger than before as you felt minuscule in front of him, “Help him achieve his dreams.”

You lingered on the floor as you shuffled your knees to try and get comfortable against the hardwood floor, trying to ignore the ache against your skin as you eyed the evident bulge between Endeavor’s thighs. You weren’t sure if he was hard or if this was how large he normally was, the thought causing your stomach to lurch as you tried to fathom his size hard if this was him soft.

“What are you waiting for?” Endeavor groaned, sitting back in his chair as he looked down at his crotch expectantly as you reached out with shaky hands.

Your fingers struggled with the elaborate buckle of his belt, trying to thread the leather through the loop as he scoffed at your attempt. Taking pity on you as his hands joined your own, unbuckling the belt as he left it looped open through his slacks. You moved to unbutton the fabric, the palms of your hands brushing against his prominent bulge as you found him hard and throbbing beneath the material. Your jaw clenched hard as you pulled the zipper down, revealing his expensive underwear beneath.

Endeavor decided to take pity on you once more as he shifted his hips against his chair as he pulled his slacks and underwear down to free his aching cock. The sheer size of him almost knocked the wind from your lungs, absolutely terrified when you saw the sheer size of him. The heavy weight of him had his cock curving downwards, pre sticking to the engorged head as it glistened beneath the bright lights of his office. Following the curve of him as thick veins bulge against his length, a trimmed bush of red hair sat at the base and his balls looked huge.

“Bigger than your boyfriend?” He smirked, “Don’t worry, I’m sure you can take it.”

One of his large palms moved to the back of your head, moving you towards him as your cheek brushed against the leaking tip of his cock, smearing his pre against your skin. Your hand wrapped around the meat of his cock to hold him steady as Endeavor groaned deep inside his chest, tentatively licking your glossed lips as you took the tip of him inside your mouth. The palm he kept on the back of your head pushed you down further, taking you by surprise as you felt the swollen tip of him hit the back of your throat. Tears gathered in your lash line as you fought the urge to gag, spluttering around him as he let out a loud groan.

“Fuck,” He snarled as his fingers tightened against your scalp, not giving you the chance to move back as he kept you grounded on his cock. Tears clinging to your mascara’d lashes as you tried to remember to breathe through your nose, your hands moving to his thick thighs as he finally allowed you up for air.

Drool connected him to your lips as you pulled back, spluttering as you inhaled air back into your lungs. His cock was slick with your spit and his pre as he guided you back towards him as he scoffed, “You can do better than that if you really want him in the top 50,”

You sniffed as you leaned forward, taking more of him inside your mouth as you began to set a soft pace. Bobbing your head along his length as your tongue followed the thick vein along the underside of his cock. Gaining more confidence as your hand reached down to stroke the parts of him you couldn’t fit inside your mouth as he leaned back in his chair, watching you through half-lidded eyes as you worked his cock.

“That’s better,” He grunted, watching as the tears began to trickle down your cheeks as you gagged when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat again, “You’ve got such a pretty mouth when it’s put to good use.”

Closing your eyes as you tried to push back the tears that blurred your vision as you rolled your wrist around the bottom of his cock, your jaw beginning to ache as you tried your best to get him off as quickly as possible. Each bob of your head had your tongue swirling around his head as the tip of it pressed against his drooling slit, causing him to grunt as he leaned into the movement. Hips jerked forward as you felt him catch the back of your throat as you gagged again, this time showing no mercy as he held you down on his cock. Feeling the way your throat constricted around him as he leaned his head back against the headrest of his chair.

“Fuck,” He snarled, “Going to let me cum inside that pretty mouth too?”

You ignored his question, not that you could answer if you’d wanted to from the way he held you down on his cock. Knowing that it may as well have been rhetorical as he kept abusing your mouth, his cock throbbing as he neared his release. Drool spilt down your chin as he fucked up into you, chasing his own high as he finally let go.

His warm seed spilt into your waiting mouth, burning your throat as you could do nothing but swallow as he stroked your head almost tenderly.

“That’s it, good fucking girl.” He groaned, “Swallow it all.”

He watched as you milked his cock, tasting him on your tongue as he finally let go of the back of your head. Allowing you to move back as your throat felt hoarse, trying to soothe the ache as you swallowed thickly.

“Show me,” Endeavor murmured as he held your jaw, watching as you slowly opened your mouth, your tongue lolling out as you showed him your empty mouth.  

“Good girl,” He slipped his thumb between your lips as he pressed down on your tongue, his cock already throbbing again as it stood at half mast. Your bright lipstick leaving rings near the base of him, an indication of just how deep you were able to take him inside your mouth.

He loved the way you were still so eager and willing to please had the powerful dominance inside him simmering to the surface as he decided that he would see how far he could push you, how far you were willing to go for your boyfriend.

“Are we done?” You whispered, your voice hoarse as you felt your knees ache against the hardwood floor, shuffling to try and ease the tension as they throbbed.

“You didn’t think I would make him a Pro-Hero just from you sucking my cock, did you?”

“Oh you did, sweet girl.” His voice oozed feigned sympathy as he stroked the back of your head as he brushed his thumb against your lips, “It’s going to take a lot more than that.”

He picked you up from the ground as though you weighed nothing, sitting you on the edge of his desk with a small smile as he towered over you. His fingers were surprisingly delicate as they brushed along your collarbones, pressing down against your sternum so he could feel the heavy thrum of your heart through your ribcage.

“Did you wear this pretty outfit for me?” He murmured, fingers slowly unbuttoning the top buttons on your blouse as the material began to loosen around your chest, revealing the lacy bra that sat beneath, encasing your round breasts as he noticed your darkened areolas beneath the sheer fabric.

“You are so beautiful,” He hummed, letting your blouse fall down your arms as he languidly pulled at the straps of your bra, watching intently as your breasts spilt out of the cups and fell naturally.

His softening cock began to harden at the sight of you, a large palm reaching out to mould your breast, calloused fingers pinching at your nipple as he watched it harden to a stiff peak against his ministrations. Massaging the soft skin as his hands continued lower, splayed out against your chest as he met the hem of your pencil skirt.

“He’s lucky to have someone so eager to support him through everything,” Endeavor murmured as his warm breath fanned your face.

You shuddered as you felt his hands move lower, sliding along your calves as he began to push your pencil skirt higher, letting the material bunch around your waist as he caught sight of the pretty, lacy lingerie you wore beneath.

“Did you wear your prettiest panties for me?”

You’d worn them with the idea that this plan would work, and that Bakugou would get to see these cute panties when he returned home later that night.

Endeavor dragged the garment down your thighs, letting the fabric sit around one of your ankles.

“Fuck,” He groaned at the sight of you, “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

The massive brute of a man fell to his knees in front of you, even in this position he still towered over the desk as he wrapped his arms around the plush of your thighs. Pulling your ass to the edge of the wood as he brought himself face first to your warm cunt. Leaning forward as he let his nose muzzle the top of your mound, shamelessly breathing in the intoxicating scent of you as he placed your thighs over his broad shoulders.

Your body jolted as you felt his tongue lick a long swipe along your slit, bullying his way between your folds as your thighs involuntarily squeezed around his head. The sensation was so intense as your body tried to move away from the sensation, feeling a throb between your thighs.

“Has he ever touched you here?” Endeavor grinned as he pressed a single finger against your tight rim, feeling it flutter beneath his touch as you struggled to reply.

You had a happy sex life with Bakugou, he never once left you unsatisfied. But there were many things you were yet to experience with him, things you could experiment together but finding the time to try was difficult when he was working himself into the ground trying to prove himself to the world.

“You’d like it, I promise.” He chuckled as he pressed harder against your tight asshole, watching you rut against him before he moved away, “But maybe another time.”

His tongue delved between your folds as he prodded your tight heat, feeling your slick oozing out of you. His actions were rough but calculated, experience evident in his precise movements. Knowing exactly where to touch you that would have you writhing beneath him, coming undone.

“Fuck,” He snarled, his brows furrowed as he tasted the sweetness of you on his tongue. Focusing his ministrations against your clit as he plunged two thick fingers inside your tight entrance, the sudden intrusion had you bucking your hips against him. Your lips parted in a squeak as he pumped them in and out of your wet heat roughly.

“So wet, is this from sucking my cock?” He smirked against your sex, closing his lips around your clit as he began to suck it hard as you struggled to reply.

Your body betrayed you as he continued to stretch you out around his fingers as he worked you towards your climax. Experienced digits were constant against the spongy spot inside you as you continued writhing against him, his tongue lashing against your puffy clit as you felt yourself soaring towards your climax hard and fast.

“That’s it,” Endeavor hummed against your sex, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers as he helped you ride out your orgasm. Your chest heaving as he pressed a lingering kiss against your clit before slowly pulling away from you, slipping his fingers into his mouth to clean the taste of you off him as he groaned.

Standing with your thighs still on his shoulders he made you fall onto your back on the desk, squealing as he towered over you. His entire body almost curled over you as you felt his cock nudging your slit, fresh pre drooling against your skin as he wrapped himself in a fist. Moving his tip through your folds as he coated himself in your slick, catching himself against your entrance as he watched you writhe beneath him.

“You look so pretty like this,” Endeavor whispered as he repeated the movement, tapping his tip against your clit as he smirked at the sharp intake of breath you made as he moved back to your entrance. This time pushing the blunt head of his cock inside your tight heat, feeling your walls begin to throb around him as he gave slow, shallow thrusts to help you adjust to his size.

“You think you can take it?” He smirked down at you as he felt your walls squeezing his cock, barely inside you as you felt a dull ebb of pain surge through you at the stretch.

“Yes,” You gasped, your body trembling as he began to rock his hips forward. Slipping more of himself inside your slick walls as you tried to breathe deeply to ignore the splitting sensation coursing through you.

“Good girl,” He murmurs, starting a rough pace as he begins fucking himself into your pliant body. Your moans spur him on as he watches the way your tits bounce with each harsh movement.

You felt as though you were being ripped in two, the sensation inexplicable as your hands reached up to curl around his forearms, holding tightly as your nails dug into him, leaving red welts against his skin as he pounded into you.

“Such a tight, perfect cunt.” He snarled, each word enunciated with a sharp thrust of his hips.

You knew you wouldn’t last long, completely pent up as you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been intimate with Bakugou, your body desperate for release. His body caged you in against his desk as he towered over you, the creek of the desk against the floor a sheer indication of the power of his thrusts as he sought his release.

“You’re close, I can feel you clamping down around me.” He grunted, pulling back so he could see his cock disappearing inside your tight heat. The length of him so deep inside you that you were certain you could feel him in your throat, a tightness continuing to build inside you as you felt yourself swirling on the edge of your release, “Are you going to cum?”

“I’m— oh shit, oh my god.” You cry out as you feel your climax wash over you, your walls throbbing around Endeavor’s cock as he follows you into your bliss. Giving a few more sharp ruts of his hips as he spilt his seed inside you with a grunt. His hands were tight against your hips as you felt a warmth spreading inside you, painting your walls white with his release.

“Fuck,” He sighed, lingering inside your warmth as he enjoyed the way your walls continued to clench around him, “Dynamight is lucky getting to come home to this every night.”

“When you let him,” You scoffed bitterly, knowing that Bakugou was spending more and more time at the agency trying to prove himself to his boss.

“It’s good to want someone with ambition.” Endeavor ignored the sarcastic tone of your voice, “You can share in his success.”

You whined as Endeavor pulled out of your wet heat, looking down at the gape his thick cock had created as he gave your clit a final tap with the underside of his cock.

“Let’s call him into the office, tell him the good news.” You blanched at the thought, worried about what Bakugou would think when he saw you in such a precarious position inside his boss’ office.

Endeavor picked the phone up on his desk, speaking directly to his secretary as he summoned Dynamight into his office. Your chest felt tight as he left you sitting on the edge of the hardwood in such a precarious position as you waited for Bakugou to step inside the room. Endeavor pushed his hard cock back inside his slacks as he buttoned them, fixing his belt as there was a knock at the door.

“Ah, there he is.” Endeavor smirked, “My new Pro-Hero.”

“Pro– what?” Bakugou stopped mid-sentence as his eyes immediately snapped away from you to look at his boss’ face, wondering if he’d heard him correctly.

“I’ll have you on file by morning, with your track record as my sidekick you should be in the top 10 at least.” Endeavor nodded at him pridefully.

“What’s going on?” He muttered hoarsely.

“She’s doing a nice thing for you Bakugou” Endeavor continued, “Don’t you want to say thank you?”

You could tell there was a mixture of him trying to contain his excitement over achieving everything he was working towards and seeing you sitting like this on top of his boss’ desk, your breasts spilling out of your skirt and your panties around your ankles.

Bakugou stepped closer, moving around the desk to cup your face as he stared directly into your eyes. As though he was seeing whether you were really okay. You could see the tent in his pants at the sight of you, trying to hide how his body reacted to the sight of you.

“She tastes so good. No wonder you keep her around” Endeavor smirked, “And these perfect tits.”

You arched your back as Endeavor pinched your nipples from behind you, a salacious moan leaving your lips as your cunt throbbed.

“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned at the sight of you, moving one of his hands down to palm himself through his pants.

“She was willing to do this for you, to get you into the spot.” Endeavor continued, “Such a dutiful girlfriend.”

You could feel Endeavor’s cum beginning to seep out of your warm cunt as it trickled down the curve of your ass, trying to squeeze your legs together to prevent it but his palm was strong against your thigh.

“Don’t you want to thank her?” He smirked.

Bakugou’s warm palm cupped your cheek, feeling you lean into his touch as he checked for any signs of discomfort. Your eyes fluttered at the sensation as he pressed a soft, sweet kiss against your lips. Uncaring that your lipstick was now ruined and across your cheeks from your previous activities.

“Thank you,” He rasped as he leaned his forehead against yours, his hand slipping down to the back of your neck as he stepped between your thighs. Standing as though you were the only two in the room as you felt his other hand move to your hip.

“She deserves a bit more than that, don’t you think?” Endeavor piped up from behind you, “She mentioned to me that you’ve been neglecting her trying to prove yourself to me.”

“I didn’t say it like that-” You stuttered nervously, not wanting Bakugou to think you weren’t supportive of him.

“She told me you haven’t been taking the appropriate time to satisfy her.” Endeavor ignored you completely as he continued talking to Bakugou, “Don’t you think she deserves that, especially now?”

“Yeah,” Bakugou muttered, “She does.”

Bakugou moved his hands down to his utility belts, unfastening them as the heavy, sweat-filled grenades dropped to the floor with a clank. Letting them sit around his boots as he moved to unzip them as he tugged them down just enough to free his hard cock. He was longer than Endeavor, but nowhere near as girthy as the size of him bobbed towards his thigh.

Licking your lips at the sight of him as he wrapped a fist around himself to give himself a teasing pump, his hand smoothing around the tip as he smeared pre along his length. Hands sliding beneath the curve of your knees to pull your ass to the edge of the desk as he lined himself up with your wet cunt. Feeling your walls beginning to throb as he eagerly slipped inside you, not giving you a moment to adjust as he began a messy pace. The crude sound of squelching began to fill the office as Bakugou began fucking into your stretched hole.

“How does it feel?” Endeavor smirked as he watched his sidekick thrusting into your pliant body, “Fucking my cum deeper inside her?”

Blond wisps of hair stuck to Bakugou’s forehead from the sweat trickling down his skin, his throat bobbing from the wet, warm heat wrapped around his cock. His palms were scorching hot against your hips as the tips of his fingers dug into the plush skin almost painfully, holding you tight in place as he plunged his fat cock inside you.

“He’s giving you something to remember me by,” Endeavor smirked as he reached a palm out to grope one of your bouncing breasts, tugging your taut nipple between thumb and forefinger as a choked moan left your lips.

“Fuck.” Bakugou snarled, his hands tightening their grip on your thighs as he held you against him.

The shift in position had your back falling onto the surface of his desk, ruffling the papers beneath you not that he seemed to care. His eyes were glazed over as he focused on his own release, the pent-up energy inside him dispelling with each harsh rut of his hips.

“Perhaps I stretched her tight, little pussy out.” Endeavor smirked at the lewd sounds that came from between your thighs, your face flushed in embarrassment from the sounds as both men stared down at you, “She likes being filled, don’t you?”

You were nodding your head in response as Endeavor moved his index finger between your bodies, tapping it against your puffy clit as you let out a salacious moan. Rubbing precise circles against it before he continued lower, meeting where Bakugou’s cock was buried inside you as he began to push his finger forward. Stealing the breath from your lungs as he moved his thick finger to join Bakugou’s cock inside you, stretching you out as Bakugou groaned from the sensation. Increasing the tightness as he tried to keep his pace, Endeavor’s thumb now pressed against your clit as he curled his finger inside you to stroke the spongy spot he knew would have you seeing stars.

“Does that feel good?” Endeavor mused as he kept his finger still inside you while Bakugou fucked into you, “You going to cum again?”

The husky tone of his voice was sending pleasurable jolts directly to your clit as you felt yourself toppling over the edge. Both men watched on as your body writhed beneath them, your walls clamping down around them as you reached your peak. White spots blanked your vision as Endeavor pulled his finger from your cunt, giving your clit a rough slap before standing back to admire the view.

“She looks so pretty when she cums,” He spoke as though you weren’t even in the room, “I’m surprised you manage to get any work done with her at home.”

You glanced to the side to see he’d unbuckled his slacks once more and was now languidly fisting his fat cock, his intense gaze focused on you as he stroked himself.

“She’s a brat,” Bakugou snarled, teeth clenched together as he fucked into your quivering body, chasing his own release, “Never listens to me.”

You wondered whether Bakugou may be angry for going behind his back to speak to Endeavor yourself, and this was an indication that he was. No doubt he’d punish you himself for the deception once you arrived home but for now the elation inside him that he’d be part of the hero rankings finally filled him with an intense pleasure that he needed to satiate as he continued using your body for his own release.

“You can say that as much as you want, but you’re still gonna cum inside her sloppy pussy aren’t you?” Endeavor taunted him, “Still feels too good to resist, right?”

“Katsuki,” You cried out, your overstimulated body crying out for respite, your toes curling as you tried to ignore the familiar itch inside you. Bakugou’s harsh movements were already building you up towards another earth-shattering climax and you weren’t sure you’d make it through. The coil inside you tightened harshly as you tried to steady your breathing, but Bakugou continued pulling desperate whines from your throat as he teetered on the edge of his release.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” Bakugou grunted, the lewd squelch louder inside the office as he increased his pace. Slipping one of his hands between where your bodies were connected as he pressed a thumb to your puffy clit, wanting you to reach that peak with him.

“I can’t,” You scrambled to grab his wrist, trying to tug him away from your clit as he overpowered you.

“Stop,” He snarled, pounding into your tight cunt as you felt yourself being lead into another orgasm, screaming his name so loud that the entire floor of Endeavor’s agency probably heard you as you came undone.

“Oh, shit.” Bakugou stifled a moan as your walls began to choke his cock, clamping down around him as you milked him of his release.

White, hot cum coated your inner walls, mixing with Endeavor’s as both men left you pumped full of cum. A warm palm pressed down on your pelvis as you writhed on the desk, staring up at Endeavor who still had a feral, possessive look in his eyes as he gave you a final lingering look before moving away.

You whined indignantly as Bakugou pulled himself from your warm cunt, instantly feeling a mixture of their cum trickle from between your thighs and drop to the hardwood floor in a big glob.

Endeavor’s fist was rough around his cock as he jerked himself towards his own climax, his balls tightening as he leaned forward with one hand gripping his desk beside you as he found his release. Hot ropes of cum spurted from his cock as they landed against your messy slit, leaving glistening lines of his seed against you as he rode out his high. Using the head of his cock to smear the moisture against your skin as the blunt tip caught against your spent hole, causing you to whine out pathetically.

Bakugou was quick to pull you to him once Endeavor moved away, lifting your back from the desk with ease as he held you against his chest, burying his face in your neck as you clung to him, surrounding yourself with his intoxicating scent.

“I love you,” He murmured, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to pull you closer, a breathless whine spilling from your lips that was silenced by Bakugou bringing you into a sultry kiss.

“Isn’t this a sweet sight,” Endeavor spoke from behind as he tucked his softening cock back inside his slacks, tightening his belt as he smoothed the front of his dress shirt down, “I’ll put through your transfer to Pro-Hero tonight, Bakugou.”

Endeavor lingered by the door as he turned back to the pair of you still laid out against his messy desk.

“As I said, we should have you in the top 10 by tomorrow.”

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Temptation | Eddie Munson x Reader

Hihihi! Please heed the warnings, and if its not for you please don’t read! Eddie’s a little bit of a perv in this, but honestly he just proper fancies reader (And reader proper fancies him!)💕

Summary: Your friend is determined to drag you to a basketball squad house party, hoping that you’ll finally score a date with a member of the team, but unfortunately for her you only have eyes for Eddie Munson. Spoiler free!

Warnings: 18+, non/dubcon (reader passes out for a bit, but wakes up), intoxication, drugs (weed), dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, tiny bit of degradation, multiple orgasms, praise praise praise, Eddie talks too much during sex, creampie, not proof-read! If I’m missing anything lemme know! 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Word Count: 8.3k.

The houses in this area of Hawkins were nice, too nice for such an unassuming town. A blatant display of wealth, showing clearly how the other half lived. Expensive enough it could probably send every senior in Hawkins High to college and fund their entire tuition. But there was one good thing about those houses on the nice side of Hawkins— they made the perfect location for those weekend parties when parents were away.

A loud thrum of bass reverberated in the background as you weaved your way through the crowds of people inside the huge house, careful not to trip over your own feet as you struggled in your heels. The baseball team commanded an audience as they huddled around the dining table to play beer pong, stray white ping pong balls soaring across the room as the girls they were playing with were completely off centre. A mixture of people swayed to the music in the middle of the room, right by the speakers, with a few couples cuddled together on plush leather couches. Your eyes scanned the room for the only reason you’d bothered coming to this stupid party in the first place, but you couldn’t see him anywhere.

“Come on, please?” Your best friend nudged your shoulder in the cafeteria as you picked at your lunch. Resting your head on one of your palms as you shook your head, glaring at her through the side of your eye.

“No.” This must be the twelfth? No thirteenth time she’d asked you to this party this week.

“Pretty please?” Fourteenth.

“Still no.”

“Oh come on, you never come to these parties with me.” There was a reason for that. Too many people crammed into the tightest of spaces, your friend would often ditch you in the first twenty minutes and you’d be left fending off the advances of Chance from the basketball team who for whatever reason decided to set his sights on you rather than the multiple cheerleaders he had to pick from. Cringing as you remember the last house party you agreed to go to, grateful that Nancy Wheeler had been able to get you out just in time before you had the chance to go insane.

“Hello- are you even listening to me?” Your friend followed your line of sight to see what you were staring at, seeing Eddie Munson sitting at the end of his table.

“Ugh, of course.” She shoved your shoulder to bring your attention back to her as your chin fell from your palm, “You’re disgusting, you know that right?”

“Why?” You turned to face your friend with a frown.

“I can’t believe you’re still crushing on the freak-”

“Don’t call him that,” You tried to cut her off but she was quick to continue.

“When Chance asked you out again the other day you said no, why the fuck would you do that? It would set you up here for the rest of the year. You’d be so popular, and I as your best friend would be right there with you.” She put her hand on her chest as she gave you a big smile.

You rolled your eyes as you chanced a final look over at Eddie who was laughing with his friends, throwing a piece of food across the table at the other members of his Hellfire club as you put your fork down. You had it bad.

“I don’t need to be popular, and I don’t want to date Chance. I’m pretty sure he’s slept with half the cheerleading squad.”

“So let's find you someone you do want to date- at the party this weekend.”

You groaned as you shifted in your chair, dropping your water bottle back into your bag as you made to leave the room.

“You can’t spend the rest of your life alone.”

“There’s literally no one at that party I’d be interested in.” You rolled your eyes, standing up from the table.

“He’ll be there.” You stopped in your tracks as you looked at where your best friend was looking.

“Eddie?” You raised a brow, “Why would he be at a basketball game party?”

“Where do you think they get their drugs?”

You supposed she was right, it was no secret that Eddie Munson sold drugs and a big party had to be a lucrative evening for him. The irony that those same teenagers that bullied him were the same ones that were happy to give him money for drugs at these parties wasn’t lost on you as you slung your bag over your shoulder before grabbing your tray from the table to return it.

“Well?” Your friend called out to your retreating back.

“Fine, I’ll go.” You replied, tossing your trash before placing the tray back in place.

Her squeal was loud enough to disrupt the few tables in the surrounding area as you shook your head with a smile, waving her goodbye as you walked out of the cafeteria to make it to your next class.

So now you found yourself in this huge house all alone because your friend had snuck off with Andy from the basketball team and after almost an hour you still hadn’t managed to find the one person you’d come to this stupid party for.

Narrowly avoiding a guy who almost fell into you when his friend shoved him a little too boisterously as you made your way towards the kitchen– you needed a drink. Whether it was liquid courage to steel your nerves or just a way to cope with the incessant throb of music and cheering in the background you couldn’t tell. Reaching out to grab a paper cup from the pile as you poured half a cup of beer from the keg sat in the corner, not trusting the vibrant red punch that sat on the kitchen counter in case it had been spiked with god knows what.

The kitchen was quieter than the main parts of the house, the swinging doors often shut and blocked a great deal of the music which meant people could actually have a conversation at normal volume. Leaning back on the counter as you sipped your beer, overhearing the cutesy conversations that the couples inside were having. Some of them just whispering to each other, others sucking face in front of you. It shouldn’t have bothered you, people minding their own business. But it filled you with a fit of burning jealousy because they were all doing this and you were pathetically alone. Chucking back your beer you moved to pour yourself another cup, this time filling it to the brim as you sipped at the head of foam. Weaving back out through the swinging door back into the throng of people, your eyes looking out for anyone doing weed so you could ask where they got it. Hoping that you wouldn’t seem like a narc, but then at least you could try to find where Eddie was.

Eddie.

The thought of him alone made your nerves bubble to the surface again as you knocked back more of your beer. Hoping it would do something to subdue your racing heart as you stumbled through the lavish house, narrowly avoiding a side table as you regretted your choice of footwear. Heels and alcohol would be a deadly combination, deciding to go upstairs for a few moments to try and find a bathroom to give yourself a few seconds of peace before you worked up enough courage to start asking around for Eddie Munson.

Downing the final dregs of your beer as you made it to the top of the stairs, taking a sharp turn around the corner as you collided headfirst into someone's chest, dropping the empty paper cup with a surprised squeak.

“Oh, shit.” A voice said as you looked at the chest of the person you’d run into, a black t-shirt with ‘Dio’ printed across the front of it, “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t see ya there.”

His hands held your arms to keep you steady as though he was nervous he’d have you toppling over, bending his knees slightly to come down a little more to your level.

“I was looking for you-” You blurted out without thinking, excited that in this sea of people you’d finally found the man you’d been looking for all night.

“You were?” His brown eyes lit up with a toothy grin as he pointed a ringed finger at himself, “What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ looking for little old me?”

He had no fucking clue what he was doing to you, but his words had you squealing inside. Trying to hide the elation on your face over the fact that Eddie Munson had just called you pretty as you smiled up at him, “I wanna buy drugs.”

“Shh, sweetheart.” His eyes looked around the room playfully, squeezing your arms, “Not so loud.”

“Sorry,” You mumbled, unsure whether it was the alcohol making your mind fuzzy or the object of your affections in front of you

“Well, how about we go somewhere a little quieter and I’ll get you whatever you need, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You repeated with a smile as he led you down the corridor.

He turned back to see if you were still following him, watching you weave between the people who were mingling upstairs as he held his arm back to you, offering you his hand as he helped guide you through the crowds of people. His hand felt warm and slightly sweaty in your own, your fingers lacing together as he opened random doors- accidentally walking in on a girl between her knees giving one of the basketball team a blowjob as he shouted to close the door. Eddie shouted out a “Sorry, man.” before closing it and continuing further down, finally finding a room that was vacant as he opened the door. Standing to the side to motion for you to go in first, giving a slight bow of his head as he did so.

“M’lady-”

You held your breath to try and ease your racing heart, your fingers still tingling from his touch as you stood still in the empty bedroom, arms crossed across your chest as you tried your best to look natural. But you were so fucking nervous-

Eddie flopped down onto the edge of the bed as he fumbled in his worn jacket pockets, searching for the joint he’d rolled earlier as he pulled it out with a smile.

“You can sit down, sweetheart. I don’t bite-” He smiled, his head tilting to motion to the spot beside him as your heeled feet made their way across the carpet to sit beside him. Facing the door as you daren't look at him, still trying to calm your racing heart, “There we go.”

He was patting himself down to try and find where he’d placed his lighter as he held the joint between his lips, holding it at the side of his mouth as he looked towards you.

“I hope you don’t mind me sayin’-” His voice slightly muffled as he kept his lips closed around the filter, “But you don’t really look like the type to be smoking, sweetheart.”

“Isn’t saying that bad for business?” You weren’t sure whether you should be offended or not— whether he was mocking your experience or how you looked, but you supposed he was right. You’d never smoked before in your life.

“Shit, you’re right.” He grinned, holding his hand up to cup around the end of the joint as flicked the zippo to light it. Keeping the stick in his mouth as he inhaled softly, “I’m all for people trying it for the first time anyway, it’s good shit I promise.”

“How’d you know it was my first time?” You raised a brow.

“Just a gut feeling.” He grinned, “I can roll you one just to see if you like it? On me, of course.”

“You always offer people free weed?”

“Nah, only if they’re real pretty.” There he went again calling you pretty, the word had your throat going dry as you tried desperately to calm down.

The alcohol in your system made it easier as you reached over to grab the joint from between his lips, brows furrowed as you held the stick to your lips. Taking a large toke as you tried to hold the smoke in your mouth to push it into your lungs, but your body had other ideas as you began to choke on the smoke. Leaning forward as your throat burned, coughing up the smoke you’d just inhaled as Eddie leaned over to rub soothing circles against your back, his other hand grabbing the stick from between your fingers so you didn’t drop it onto the soft carpet.

“Shit, do you want me to get you a drink, sweetheart?” Eddie moved to stand from the bed, but you reached out to lay your palm flat on his thigh, shaking your head no.

“Please don’t go-” Your voice croaked, “Let me try again.”

“You sure?” Eddie wasn’t so sure, but he’d seen plenty of people who were inexperienced their first time buying so this wasn’t any different- not really.

“Please,” The soft desperate tone to your voice had his soft cock throbbing between his thighs, brown eyes skirting down to your lips before meeting your gaze again as he nodded.

“Alright, sweetheart.” He held the joint up to his lips, “Watch me,” inhaling softly as you watched his adam’s apple bob, the smoke disappearing into his lungs as he held it there for a moment before slowly parting his lips. The dark wisps of smoke began to seep from his mouth and swirl into the air, filling the room with the potent scent of marijuana as you felt yourself becoming woozy from the secondhand smoke.

“You got it?” You nodded as you took the joint back from him, your fingers tingling as they brushed his as you held the stick back to your lips. Closing your eyes to avoid his gaze as you tried again, taking a smaller hit this time as you felt the smoke enter your body. Your chest heaving as it filled your senses, biting on your tongue to fight the urge to cough, not wanting to embarrass yourself again as you felt it slowly flow through your body.

“There you go, I knew you could do it.” Holding it inside you for so long that the vapour began to slowly seep from your nostrils, your brain going cloudy, or maybe it was the smoke in the room as Eddie gave you a big grin.

“So what made you decide to try out my services today?” Eddie grinned as you took another hit of the joint, whether it was to calm your nerves or to mask your awkward silence you weren’t sure.

“Why not?” You replied with a shrug. There was no way you could tell him the real reason- that you had absolutely no interest in trying drugs for the first time, you were just completely smitten with the man in front of you.

Absolutely not.

“Fair enough.” Eddie had no fucking clue why a girl as pretty as you was asking him to buy drugs, not that he was complaining. But it was clear you’d never attempted them before, so it had him wondering why now, why him–

“Shit, baby.” He mumbled as your body fell back onto the bed, your lashes fluttering, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” You slurred, “‘m okay.”

“You come here with friends, sweetheart?” He squeezed your forearm to try and keep your attention, “Boyfriend? Tell me who and I’ll go get ‘em-”

“No,” You scrunched your nose in distaste, not wanting this moment with him to end so soon. You’d been dreaming about being this close to Eddie Munson, and it was finally happening, “Don’t go.”

Eddie watched the way your glossed lips jutted out into a pout as he hovered over you, trying to ignore the heat rising inside him. He was in an empty bedroom with a pretty woman who didn’t want him to leave, and it was you of all people. He was certain you were going steady with one of the guys from the basketball team, or at least that's how it sounded whenever he’d hear them talking about you at their lockers in the morning. But here you were now, wanting him to stay with you?

“Okay, okay. I’m not goin’ anywhere, see?” He squeezed your hand gently as you felt your lashes begin to flutter as your eyes closed, the mixture of drugs and alcohol coaxing you into slumber as you felt yourself beginning to pass out.

“I really like you, Eddie Munson.” You slurred and Eddie felt his heart swell in his chest. You liked him?!

“I didn’t even wanna try stupid drugs, I just wanted to talk to you- but now I’m being all embarrassing.”

“You’re not embarrassing- seriously. The furthest from.” Eddie brought the back of his hand up to stroke against your cheek as you continued to slur your words, the metal of his rings brushing against your skin as you leaned into his touch.

“I didn’t even wanna come to this party, but my friend said you’d be here-”

“Yeah?” Eddie whispered breathlessly, hanging on your every word.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like you too, one of his favourite parts of his day were the times he’d be sitting at the end of his table in the cafeteria that gave him the perfect vantage point of you. Picking your face out of the crowd and sneaking glances over at you when he thought no one was looking, quickly shifting his gaze if it ever met yours. But you were leaps and bounds out of his league, so there was no way he thought you’d ever like him back.

“I picked out this dress and everything for you.”

“All for me?” God, you were so fucking cute.

“Yeah,” You yawned, “All for you, Eddie.” He continued stroking your cheek as your breathing began to shallow, the effects of the drugs taking over. Unsure how much you’d had to drink before you tried weed for the first time as he lay beside you on the queen bed.

Eddie felt like a creep, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when you looked so pretty splayed out for him like this, your glossed lips parted in a delicious pout as he lay on the bed beside you, smoking the final tokes of his joint as he stubbed it out against the expensive-looking bed frame leaving a dark stain against the wood. Turning his attention towards you as he lay a hand on your hip, squeezing softly as he hovered over you. Curly, brown hair framing your face as your hazy eyes glanced up at him

“‘want you,” You slurred, trying to reach up to touch his cheek but instead you tugged at the worn leather of his jacket.

“Yeah? You do?” Eddie replied with a coyness to his voice as he leaned closer, surrounding you with the musky scent of sweat and weed as he let his lips graze yours slightly. Smirking when you tried to lift your head from the soft pillows to meet him and deepen the kiss.

“Please,” You whined, trying feebly to use your grip on his jacket to pull him back down to you and kiss you harder, but to no avail.

“We can’t sweetheart, you’re high.” His eyes softened at the sight of you beneath him as he watched your brows furrow in annoyance.

“I don’t care.” You scoffed, using all your strength to tug his jacket roughly to try and get his lips back on yours.

“Well, I do.” Eddie hated himself for those words leaving his mouth, he was a saint for not giving in immediately and taking everything from you. Eddie the fucking saint. Your needy whines doing nothing to satiate the throb between his thighs, his cock already semi-hard and leaking pre against his boxers. You had no idea what you were doing to him every time you begged him to touch you, to make you feel good. It was taking every single ounce of resolve he had not to pull your panties to the side and slide home. Were you even wearing panties? Your dress had ridden up so much on the bed he could lean back slightly and see for himself—

God, he needed to stop being such a creep.

Your eyes fluttered shut and Eddie stayed beside you biting his bottom lip between his teeth, what the fuck was he supposed to do now?

He didn’t want to leave you on your own to find your friend, he knew exactly who to look for. The loudmouth girl that you were always hanging around with at Hawkins, the one that would pull your attention away from him. But leaving you alone meant leaving you unattended, and that meant anyone could come in and do anything to you.

But there’s no way he could allow that, it was his job— wait. Was it?

He groaned at the thought of touching you like that. Sick, depraved and twisted while you lay there blissfully unaware of anything. His cock throbbing with desire as it begged to be freed from its confines, the thought of your pretty glossed lips wrapped around him had him shamelessly rutting himself against your hip, creating a delicious friction that had him groaning for you.

The other option was staying with you until you woke up, which wouldn’t be so bad– The effects of the weed hopefully wouldn’t last much longer, and he could help you find your way home that way. See, he really was a fucking gentleman staying here. Chivalry at its finest.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He hummed softly, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear, “Gonna stay here 'til you wake up, okay? Gonna take good care of you.”

Your only reply to him were soft breaths as he chanced smoothing his hand along your side, letting it stroke up to the curve of your breasts as his thumb brushed the underside of one. A deep groan rumbled from deep in his chest at the feeling, pushing harder before it moved over your mound to stroke against your soft nipple. Watching as it pebbled under his touch and began to show through the fabric of the dress you were wearing– were you not wearing a bra?

Oh, you minx.

“What were you planning dressed like this pretty girl, hmm?” His eyes rolled as he gave another, harder rut of his hips into your side. Giving his cock some relief as he palmed your breast, fingers dipping into the plush skin as he massaged it beneath his hand. Watching your face intently in case you woke up, your lips now parted in a silent moan, almost like you were enjoying this even though you weren’t coherent.

Eddie was trying his best to be good, trying to lay there patiently beside you until you came to, but your perfume invaded his senses and made it difficult to think, his eyes focused on the way your chest moved in time with your heartbeat, his hand grazing your sternum to feel it beating gently.

“Fuck it,” He mumbled, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours again, tasting your gloss on his tongue as he licked his lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty- shit.” He groaned as one of the straps to your dress fell from your shoulder, Eddie’s hand moving to pull the other one down so he could move the fabric down your body and reveal your naked breasts. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of them as he tried to blink back the hazy fog in his eyes from the weed so he could commit this sight to memory, trying to ingrain it into his brain so he could fuck his fist to the thought of it later.

He reached out to pinch one of your perky nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the peak gently as he tugged at it. Another airy sigh sounded as he moved closer, wrapping his lips around the other one as his tongue swirled around your darkened areola, flicking against the sensitive nub as teeth grazed it. Pulling away as the silvery sheen of his spit glistened in the glow of the bedroom. The light above illuminated your body perfectly as he switched breasts, giving the other one the same attention as you made more pretty sounds that flew directly to his cock.

“Always see you starin’ at me you know, every damn day and I didn’t do shit about it.” He scoffed, pulling away from your chest to look up at your face, “Look at what I was missing out on, huh? Eddie the freak? More like Eddie the fool- didn’t realise it was because you fuckin’ liked me. Me?!”

He kept talking as he leaned forward to press his lips against yours, tasting your lip gloss as his tongue slipped inside your mouth, exploring the new territory as his hands ventured lower. Skimming the soft skin of your inner thigh as it travelled beneath the hem of your skirt.

You’d been smoking weed with him moments earlier on a bed at a random house party. He was virtually a complete stranger, and yet you didn’t seem to mind. Maybe stranger was a stretch though because Eddie Munson knew who you were– seeing you walking around in all those pretty skirts that had him going crazy, fucking his fist to the thought of you more times than he could count. Oh, he definitely knew who you were. But he’d spent so long thinking about you that he’d finally resigned himself to the fact that he was completely out of your league. This is why having you here with him now in such a debauched state had his cock soaking his boxers and his heart beating a mile a minute.

His thumb brushed against the crotch of your panties, sucking a hiss through his teeth when he felt just how wet you were, cupping your sex to feel you through your panties. You were so warm. His filthy mind instantly going to how you would feel wrapped around his cock, your tight little pussy clamping down around him and trying to milk him of his release— and god, he’d give it to you. He’d give you everything.

Biting back a groan as he ran his thumb along the heat of your slit through the thin fabric as he found your hole. Pressing down against it through your panties as he felt the way your body reacted to him, your walls greedily trying to suck him into your depths as the tip of his thumb went as deep as it could through the material barrier.

“So needy,” He grinned, pushing the hem of your dress up to bunch around your hips so he could see you. The cute cotton panties you wore were a stark contrast to the dress you’d chosen for the party, making you seem far more innocent than you appeared. Your thighs shifted as Eddie paused his movements, his hands pulling back from you in an instant as his brown eyes remained trained on your face– looking for any signs you were waking up.

“Look at what you’re doin’ to me, sweetheart.” He groaned, taking one of your hands to press your palm against his crotch, panting as he felt your hand against his hard length, “This is all your fault.”

Eddie leaned forward, wrapping his fingers beneath the hem of your panties as he dragged them down your thighs. Slipping them over the heels you were wearing as he took the opportunity to look at the stained fabric, the sheen of your slick glistening against the crotch as he hummed in appreciation. Unable to resist raising them to his nose to inhale the scent of you, his eyes almost rolling back at the smell as his hips jerked, his cock finding subtle friction against the denim of his jeans. Stuffing the pair into his back pocket as he turned his attention back to you, brown eyes focused on your bare pussy as he moved a hand beneath your knee to spread you further. Seeing the silvery lines of your slick that stuck to your outer labia, before he immediately shifted onto his stomach between your thighs to get a closer look.

“Gotta be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” He mumbled, leaning forward to lick a long, languid swipe along your slit.

So what if it was the only pussy he’d ever seen? He’d watched enough seedy pornos and read enough dirty magazines to know that you were gorgeous. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you here beneath him right now, and you’d been looking for him too?

Eddie moaned at the taste of you, savouring it before he repeated the movement, this time lingering on your clit as he let the flat pad of his tongue swipe against you. Your taste did nothing but fuel the fire that burned deep inside him, crude, messy slurping sounds filling the room as he began to feast on your cunt. Eddie could’ve sworn you were moaning, even in your intoxicated state. Practically purring for him as he kept his eyes fixed on you from between your thighs, salving his tongue against your clit before moving to dip the tip of it into your tight little hole, crudely slurping at your essence as he followed the trail of it as it dribbled down towards your ass, letting his tongue shamelessly press against your asshole as his tongue circled the tight rim.

“Gonna take every single one of your little holes and make them mine, sweetheart. Make you all mine.” He growled, his hips rutting against the bed to try and give his cock some stimulation as he moved his hands to the apex of your thighs, thumbs reaching out to spread you open for him as he moved back up your slit. His nose bumped your clit before his lips wrapped around it, pulling it into his mouth as he sucked hard. Eddie was practically drooling as a mixture of his spit and your slick dribbled down his chin, fingers slipping between your thighs to join him as he slipped his middle finger inside your tight heat to the thick ring that sat at the base. Immediately curling it as he began to pump it in and out of your tight heat while sucking your clit.

Bullying his index finger in beside his middle one as he felt your tightness begin to stretch around his fingers, his rings clanging together as he set a slow, steady pace. Deliberately flicking his wrist to try and find that spongy place inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars, wondering if you could feel this in your slumber, if it felt good– Wishing you were awake so that he could see your pretty eyes and hear your reactions, but Eddie Munson wasn’t a greedy man. He’d take what he could get, and for now? This was more than enough.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Eddie groaned as he felt your walls beginning to clench around his fingers as he began to scissor them inside you, stretching you out to try and prepare you for his cock. You had absolutely no idea in your drunken state the effect you were having on him, his hips jerking against the mattress to give himself some stimulation to his neglected cock, your slick dribbling down his fingers and sticking to his rings. The metal clinked together with each pump as he increased the pace, wondering if he’d be able to make you cum like this– when you were in such a compromising position. The sight of your pretty lips parted in a near-constant moan spurred him on further, pressing the calloused pads of his fingers against the spot inside you that he knew would have you coming undone in moments.

“Come on, baby.” He goaded, “Wanna feel you cum on my face.”

Eddie felt your inner walls begin to flutter around his digits, his tongue still lashing at your clit as he increased his pace. Your thighs shook as your orgasm began to surge through you, your walls clenching around his fingers as you came undone. A large palm moved up to press against your abdomen to stop you from writhing away from him as he continued pumping his digits in and out of your pulsing sex, moving his lips back from your clit so he could look up at your face as he languidly pumped his digits inside your heat.

“Fuck, yeah.” He grunted, slipping his fingers from your tight heat as he watched your little hole flutter around nothing in the aftershocks of your climax. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand before greedily slipping his fingers coated with your slick into his mouth to clean them off as he stared down at you. Giving his hips a final rut against the mattress before he couldn’t wait any longer, he had to have you.

All of you.

Fiddling with his belt he unbuckled it and let it stay in the loops of his jeans, leaving it hanging as he unbuttoned the stiff denim. Dipping his fingers into the hem of his boxers to pull them down with his jeans until the material sat around the curve of his ass. Just enough to free his aching cock, the heavy weight of it hanging down towards his thigh as he exhaled at the relief of finally freeing it from its confines.

Taking a deep breath as he wrapped a calloused palm around himself, giving it a teasing pump as he rolled his wrist around the tip of his cock to smear his pre-cum down his length. Leaning forward to drag the swollen, reddened head through your folds. Coating himself with your slick as the tip brushed against your puffy clit, a breathless moan escaping your lips at the sensation.

“Bet you’ve got no idea how pretty you are, huh?” Eddie groaned as the tip of his cock caught against your tight hole, even in your intoxicated state your body was still eagerly trying to drag him in, “That why you here with me, hm?”

He let the weight of his cock drop against your pelvis as he repositioned your thighs, raising them up to lay over the top of his as he angled your hips. Nostrils flaring at the sight of his length on top of you as it indicated just how deep he’d end up inside your pretty pussy.

Manoeuvring you, he pressed the tip of his cock back against your entrance. Taking a deep breath to calm himself before slowly beginning to ease his hips forward, brown eyes looking down at where your bodies were connected as he watched himself slowly disappear inside your silky depths.

“Get it together, Munson.” He groaned as he felt your walls beginning to constrict around him, so much tighter than his fist would ever be as he tried to steady his breathing, not wanting things to end before they’d even begun.

Eddie didn’t know if he’d ever have this opportunity with you ever again, wondering if you’d wake up sober and regret flirting with him in the first place. It wasn’t every day that he had a girl— especially one as pretty as you, thinking about him. He had to make the most of this moment as it presented itself to him, and at least if anything he’d have the cherished memories of you.

What the fuck did you see in him anyway?

Eddie clenched his teeth as he canted his hips forward, burying more of his thick cock inside your tight cunt. Feeling your walls clenching around him as he leaned forward, edging deeper inside you as his hands fisted the sheets beneath you.

“‘m gonna fuckin’ ruin you, sweetheart.” He goaded, his balls snug against your ass as he buried himself inside you to the hilt. Choking back a groan as he felt every inch of his cock surrounded by your slick heat, cherishing the sensation for a moment as he felt the subtle tremble of your walls around him.

Languidly pulling his hips back as his cock left your depths, your slick coating him and leaving a glistening sheen against his length as he looked down between your bodies. Moving his hands to your thighs as he kept you spread open, adjusting himself as he drove forward, setting a steady pace, “Look at you- your greedy little pussy just suckin’ me in.”

As he thrust his hips forward he heard you exhale softly, your lashes fluttering as you opened your eyes to squint up at him, the bright bedroom lights obscuring your vision as you tried to blink to adjust to it. The blunt head of his cock was the only part buried inside you as he stopped his movements, frozen at first as he waited with bated breath for your reaction. Heart thumping against his ribcage as he tried to think of an excuse for why he’d been balls deep seconds earlier.

“Ed?” You mumbled, hands reaching out for him as he smiled down at you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He cooed, “There you are.”

“What’s? What are you doing-” You shifted your hips and accidentally pushed more of his cock inside you, making a husky whine leave your lips. Voice laced with sleep as you felt pressure in your pelvis.

“You said you wanted me, baby. Remember?” He smiled softly, petting your cheek as you tried to remember your conversation.

You’d been lying on the bed beside him, his hand on your hip as you smoked a joint for the first time. You remembered telling him that you’d been looking for him all night, and he’d leaned forward to kiss you. Of course, you’d told him you wanted him—

“‘m sorry I fell asleep,” You mumbled with a pout.

“It’s okay, angel. You’re here with me now, aren’tcha?”

“Yeah- oh, Eddie.” You slurred, feeling the weeping head of his cock begin to breach your tightness as he shifted his hips, your body jolting as he pushed himself inside. Staying still to give you a moment to adjust before moving his hips forward to give you more, burying more of his length inside your wet heat, “Hurts.” You scrunched your nose at the sensation.

“I know, baby. I know.” He cooed down at you sympathetically, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your thighs, “You’re doing so good though, such a good girl for me.”

You keened at the praise, Eddie feeling your walls clenching around him at his words as he lazily rocked his hips into you. Feeling the heat of your slit against his pelvis as he let you adjust to his size.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned, your thighs locked on either side of his hips as he splayed his hands against your sides, just beneath the swell of your breasts. Giving a quick, sharp thrust as he watched them bounce from the momentum, pulling more pretty sounds from your throat, “You okay if I move now, yeah?”

You nodded in response, your hands wrapping around his forearms as he began a quick pace. The crude squelch of him slipping in and out of your tight cunt filled the room as you felt your entire body heat up in embarrassment.

“You hear that? How wet your sloppy pussy is for me?” Eddie grinned as he deliberately gave slow thrusts so you could hear the lewd noises that were coming from your body. Your hands moved to try and cover your face from embarrassment as he hovered over you to pull your hands away.

“Don’t do that, pretty girl. Let me see you-” Pulling your hands away as your flushed face stared up at him, pearly tears clinging to your thick lashes as you tried to blink them back to clear your vision. But everything just felt so intense-

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He continued, listening to the mumbled “uh-huh” that left your lips as he continued his ministrations, “That’s it- show me how good Eddie makes you feel, yeah?”

You whined when you felt the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, the angle he had your body at was perfect to piston into it with each forward rut of his hips. The bulging veins running along the length of his cock dragged against your inner walls perfectly as you cried out for him, touching you in places that your fingers could never hope to reach, making you feel so full.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” He continued talking, his voice doing nothing to satiate the ache between your thighs, “Sucking me in so good, sweetheart. Feel me nice and deep, yeah?”

Your only answer was a moan as you tried to fight the fatigue that was begging to set in, trying to coax you back to slumber as Eddie continued fucking into your sloppy pussy.

“How many guys you done this with, huh?” Eddie asked, trying to keep it sounding casual, but really he wanted to know how many other men had the pleasure of being balls deep inside your perfect pussy.

“None-” You gasped as you felt him hit that special spot inside you with the tip of his cock, “Just you, Eddie.”

There you went again, saying his name like that. His chest swelling with pride that he was the only one that had been inside you, the only one to feel you like this. You were like the perfect little cocksleeve, made to take his cock.

“That’s right, you’re all mine, aren’t you?” He grinned, his hand moving to wrap around your neck as he squeezed softly. Your eyes rolled back at the motion as he moved his hand lower, stroking against your sternum before palming a handful of your bouncing breasts. Trying to commit everything to memory. Every time his hips pulled back it was as though you were trying to suck him back in, your pussy desperate to be filled with his fat cock.

“You ever touch yourself, sweetheart?” He continued, the question had your heart racing. You couldn’t count the number of times you’d touched yourself to the thought of Eddie Munson.

“Yeah,” You breathed, staring up at the ceiling.

“You got toys, or do you use these pretty fingers?” He grinned, lifting your hand to press a kiss against your four fingers, squeezing gently as he eagerly awaited your answer.

“I- just my fingers.” You gasped.

“Bet my cock feels better than your fingers, huh?” He grinned, “Your pussy seems to think so.”

It did, it felt so much better than you could've ever imagined. Each night you touched yourself to the thought of him never compared to the pleasure you were feeling right now in this moment, the scorching heat between your thighs was overwhelming, as he managed to touch places inside you that you’d never felt before. Certain you’d never be able to pleasure yourself again without him, you’d become entirely dependent on Eddie Munson.

“You feel that? Your pussy's suckin’ me back in every time,” He grunted, “Such a slut.”

You whined at the name, biting onto one of your glossed lips as he hovered over you, his curly hair tickling your bare skin as he fucked you into the shape of his cock, “You my slutty girl?”

“Yes,” You gasped, exhaling harshly as he hit the same spot inside you again. The room felt hot, your skin clammy as you surrounded yourself with the scent of him, the scent of musky sweat paired with cheap cologne and the smoke from weed and cigarettes filled your senses as your back arched from the bed.

“Say it-” He growled, his hands travelling lower as they settled on your hips.

“I’m your slutty girl.” You slurred, your thighs squeezing around him as you felt yourself approaching your release, certain you wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. Especially at the pace that Eddie had set, every single cant of his hips had him filling you to the brim.

“Yeah, you are.” He grinned, each word punctuated with a harsh rut of his hips, “I can feel you getting tighter, angel. You gonna cum for me?”

“Fuck, Eddie.” You bit down on your lower lip hard, the coil inside you tightening as he continued his rough pace, reaching out for something to hold onto as your hands fisted in the soft fabric of his shirt, wrinkling it beneath your fingers as he continued rutting his hips into you.

White spots began to blanket your vision as a loud cry of his name left your lips, suddenly thankful for the loud bass of the music downstairs that would hopefully muffle your cries. Not wanting anyone to walk in and see you in such a compromising position. Eddie’s pace was unrelenting as he fucked you through your climax, feeling the way your walls trembled around him as you rode out your orgasm.

“Look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum,” He snarled, shifting his hips to change the angle of his thrusts for his benefit, chasing his own release as he fucked into your spent body. Feeling him throb inside you as his fingers dug into your hips bruisingly, definitely leaving marks. The crude sound of skin slapping against skin continued to reverberate around the bedroom as Eddie’s thrusts became sloppier, teetering on the edge of his own climax.

Catching you off guard as he slipped his fingers between your connected bodies to press messy circles against your clit, your hands instantly moving to his wrist to try and pull him away, the sensation too much– too overwhelming as you began to wriggle beneath him.

“Eddie, please. I can’t-” You warbled, feeling fresh tears beginning to pool in your lash line as he smirked down at you.

“Just gimme one more, sweetheart. I know you can do it- wanna feel you when I cum.” He goaded you, his fingers unrelenting against your puffy clit.

“- s’too much.” You whined, your body betraying you as you felt yourself skirting on the edge of your climax, your toes curling in your heels as Eddie drove you towards another orgasm.

“That’s not what your pussy's saying, sweetheart. Can feel her squeezin’ me.” He laughed, “Come on, sweet girl. Just let go-”

“Oh my- god,” You cried out, your legs trembled as they clenched around his hips, your body thrashing against the bed as Eddie sent you into another climax, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to find a second to catch your breath. Everything felt so visceral, too intense-

“Fuck, that’s it. Good girl.” He growled, his hand moving from your clit to slip beneath the curve of your knee, pushing your legs up towards your chest as he shamelessly looked down at where your bodies were connected. Watching his cock disappear inside your sloppy pussy as he noticed the milky rings of slick around the base of his length, matted into his dark pubes as he let out a low groan of your name, “Gonna fill this sloppy pussy with my cum-”

It was then you realised that Eddie wasn’t wearing a condom, your eyes snapping open as you tried to push back on his chest, “Eddie, a condom- not inside- please.” You stumbled over your words as the pleasure made it difficult to think.

“I- fuck, jesus-” His jaw dropped open as a fierce groan vibrated from deep in his chest, spilling wet, hot ropes of cum into your pulsing cunt. Continuing a sloppy pace as he rode out his release, each roll of his hips fucked his cum deeper inside your spasming hole. Pressing a soft kiss to the side of your knee as he came to a stop, preserving the final throbs of your cunt as you continued fluttering around him in the aftershocks of your climax.

“Sorry. I was gonna pull out, but you felt so good.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before he began to slowly pull himself out of your warmth. The mixture of yours and his cum began to seep out of you and dripped onto the ruined sheets beneath you. His cock glistened in the light of the room with your release as he used the tip of his softening cock to push some of the mixture back inside your sensitive hole. A soft whine left your lips as you tried hard to stay awake, sleep doing its best to captivate you as Eddie continued to look at your dripping pussy, watching his cum begin to trickle down towards your asshole. 

“Eddie, don’t stare.” You mumbled, feeling embarrassment swirling inside you.

“How can I not when you look like this, sweetheart.” His ringed fingers moved down to play with the mixture, catching it as it dribbled down your slit and pushing it back into your quivering hole as your body pushed it back out again.

“You sleepin’ again, angel?” He hummed, moving back from the bed to start tugging his pants back up as he tucked his soft cock back inside his boxers. 

“No,” You replied, but your eyelids became heavy. Feeling them beginning to droop shut as Eddie’s hands began to pull the straps of your dress back up to cover your naked chest, tugging the hem down as he shrugged his jacket off to wrap it around your shoulders. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you home-”

#Eddie Munson x reader #dark!eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson smut #stranger things smut #tw:noncon #tw:dubcon #trigger:noncon #trigger:dubcon #tw:drugs #trigger:drugs

[kingkatsuki]

Kleptolagnia - Hawks/Takami Keigo x Reader

𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐚 - 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭.

Kinktober masterlist.

Summary: There’s been a spate of burglaries of Pro-Heroes homes over the last few weeks, and no one knows that you’re behind them. Unfortunately for you, Hawks is there to stop you during your most daring yet.

Pairing: Hawks/Takami Keigo x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, dub-con, blackmail, fingering, blowjobs, facials, cum swallowing, dirty talk, semi-public sex, still not proof-read sorry!

Word Count: 3.1k.

“Well, well, well.” Hawks stopped you in your path as he fluttered down from the building he’d been perched on, watching you exit the house, “You don’t strike me as a Dynamight fan.”

The words had your blood running cold, freezing in place as you contemplated whether to try and make a break for it. If you dumped your bag, you could probably make it a couple of blocks down, maybe even to the subway. But there was no telling whether there were more people positioned in your path to stop you, wondering just how many people had managed to catch you red-handed. You tried to hide your bag full of stolen goods behind your back as you avoided meeting his gaze, already looking for a way out of this situation.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You hummed nonchalantly, picking at your nails to try and avoid their gaze.

“We both know you weren’t invited in, sweetheart.” He hummed, “And this isn’t the first time either. I’m sure you watch the news?”

It was the rush of endorphins that flowed through you whenever you committed a crime, especially when no one would ever suspect you. Reading the news articles the next day whenever a new Hero’s house would be hit, the media addressed the irony that the very heroes that were supposed to be protecting our city were the ones that were being hit.

The more properties you managed to break into and rob, the braver you felt. It had been weeks since the spate of burglaries had begun, and as you read through the news headlines and Twitter feeds it was clear that no one had a clue who was committing these crimes.

But of course, bravery can make you cocky, and cocky gets you caught.

You’d had a good run, in the last few weeks your small studio apartment was now full of trophies from your break-ins, like a museum dedicated to the various heroes you’d stolen from. But you hadn’t been prepared to get caught, and now you were terrified.

“I should hand you into the authorities right now.”

“No, please don’t.” You turned to face the man, gasping in surprise when you noticed it was the number four hero Hawks. Even with the generation of new heroes coming into the rankings, he’d still managed to hold his own, competing with youngsters almost half his age.

“I’m sure the media would love to put a face and a name to the thief that’s been breaking into Pro-Hero homes all month, you’ll be famous.” He grinned.

“Please, don’t. I can’t— I don’t want.” You stuttered out, feeling tears beginning to pool in the corners of your eyes as you began to panic, “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He let a gloved hand cup your cheek, his thumb tugging down on your bottom lip as you stared up at him with wide eyes, “I don’t think Dynamight would be happy with me letting you off with a slap on the wrist.”

“Please, Hawks.” You choked back a sob, “I’ll do anything you want. I won’t do it again, just please don’t tell anyone.”

Hawks could feel his cock hardening beneath his pants as he listened to your compliance, the desperate glint in your eyes had him throbbing as he bit his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Why didn’t you ever hit my apartment, hm?” He couldn’t believe he was jealous of Dynamight for having his home broken into, but Hawks wondered why this prolific thief hadn’t attempted his apartment.

“It’s too public an area, the building is too secure.” You sniffed through tears as you rubbed them away with the back of your hand.

Of course, it was. Hawks smirked. And chances are if he’d have caught you inside his apartment he wouldn’t have wanted to let such a pretty thing like you leave—

“Well, it’s lucky for you I’m a fair guy, I know what it’s like to get caught doing something you shouldn’t.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes lit up with hope at his words.

“Maybe we can help each other out, little bird.”

“Please,” You pleaded, “Whatever you need.”

“No one has to know, right?” Hawks smiled, wiping your tears away with a gloved finger, “It can be our little secret.”

“Oh,” The realisation dawned on you as Hawks continued to give you a lazy smirk, his hand moving to stroke the top of your head gently, “This and you don’t tell anyone, right?”

“That’s right, babe. One little thing for me and this all goes away,” Hawks chuckled softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek as his thumb brushed your soft lips, “I’m sure we wouldn’t want Dynamight finding out who broke into his home.”

You blanched at the thought, it was no secret Dynamight was one of the more unforgiving Pro-Heroes. If word got back to him that it had been you that broke into his home you were certain he’d press charges, the city’s police so desperate to find the perpetrator that you’d most definitely be given time to serve.

Hawks’ thumb pressed against your lips with more pressure as you opened your mouth slightly, giving him just enough space to delve inside. The calloused pad of his thumb brushed against your teeth before it settled against your tongue, pressing down against it to open your mouth wider as you stared up at him obediently.

“You really don’t have any idea how pretty you look right now,” Hawks groaned as he felt your lips wrap around his thumb, sucking gently. Dragging your bottom lip down as he pulled his thumb from between your lips, letting his hand smooth along your neck as it pressed against your sternum, continuing lower as he pressed against your pelvis. Watching your lips curl into a silent gasp as he felt the heat radiating from your body.

“Are you wet?” Hawks feigned shock as his fingers slipped inside your black leggings to brush through your messy folds, “Did stealing get you off that much? You little deviant.”

You whimpered as you leaned into his touch, bucking your hips against his hand as you tried to get his fingers to touch your puffy clit. The endorphins flowing through your veins had you feeling hot, a tightness coiling in your pelvis as you craved some kind of release.

“That why you hit so many houses, huh?” Hawks continued, lithe fingers pressing soft circles against your clit as you sighed in bliss. Your body moved with his as you shamelessly rocked yourself against his fingers, your hands gripping onto his jacket to try and keep yourself upright, “Robbing heroes get your little pussy dripping?”

His words were doing nothing to aid the ache between your thighs, the throb intensifying as you swallowed thickly. Your throat felt dry as you danced on the cusp of your climax, shamelessly rocking yourself against his fingers as golden eyes remained focused on you intently.

Your body shook violently as your orgasm came crashing through you, your hips jerking sloppily against his fingers as Hawks followed your movements. Keeping the calloused pads pressed firmly against your sensitive clit as you rode out your release, an incoherent ramble of words spilt from your lips as his lips curled into a smirk.

“You cum just like that?” He scoffed, “You must’a been desperate, I barely even touched you.”

Hawks pulled his fingers from your panties, holding them up to the light as he scissored them, glistening strings of your slick breaking off into messy lines.

“Heh, it’s time to keep up on your side of the bargain, before I change my mind.” He moved his hands to his belt to unbuckle it, uncaring he was still covered in your release as he tugged his pants down to let them sit around the curve of his ass to reveal his aching cock. Hawks' hand pressed onto your shoulder as you felt your body begin to give beneath the pressure, lowering yourself onto your knees as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Like what you see, pretty?” He hummed softly as you took in the sight of him.

He wasn’t very thick, but he was long. It jutted out in front of him as the weight of it made the tip curve downwards slightly as he wrapped a palm around his girth. Squeezing gently as he gave himself a quick pump, warm pre dribbling from the tip as it shone against the skin.

“You ready, babe?” Hawks smeared the tip of his cock against your pursed lips, staining them with his pre as he stared down at you through half-lidded eyes, “Remember, this and it all goes away.”

You nodded up at him as you slowly parted your lips, your tongue peeking out to tentatively lap at the fresh pre drooling from his slit as he growled in pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He pressed a gloved hand against the back of your head to push you further down on his cock, “Good girl.”

Hawks caught your tongue on his cock slightly as the length was dry, lapping your tongue against him for lubrication as you began a languid pace. Your hand reached up to palm anything you couldn’t fit inside your mouth as you began to bob your head along his cock.

“Shit,” He groaned, moving a hand to the back of your neck to guide you. Starting a steady pace as he began to roll his hips to meet your movements, soft moans fluttering from his lips as he watched you take more of his cock inside your pretty mouth.

You hated the way your body betrayed you. The sultry sound of his moans had your clit throbbing, rubbing your thighs together in a feeble attempt to give yourself some subtle relief. Feeling the tip of his cock nudge the back of your throat with every forward motion as his balls began to tighten.

“Can’t wait to cum down that pretty throat,” Hawks groaned, arching his back slightly to give himself a better view of you on your knees for him.

Your hand began to work the parts of him you couldn’t fit into your mouth as you hoped he’d finish soon, ignoring the warmth spreading throughout your body from the insatiable desire for him. Trying to ignore the fact he looked gorgeous above you, his crimson feathers fluttering with each suck. 

Confidence began to build inside you as you became bolder with your movements, your tongue swirling around the underside of his cock as you moved your hand down to his heavy balls, massaging them between your fingers as he groaned in pleasure. 

Feeling him cant his hips into your touch as he pushed himself deeper inside your warm mouth, the bulging tip knocking against the back of your throat as you pulled back. Tears prickled your eyes as you gagged around him, trying to fight back the urge to cough as Hawks gave you a moment to adjust. 

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.” He hummed, guiding you along his length as golden eyes continued to stare down at you lazily. Tightening his grip against the back of your head as he began to meet your movements, rutting his hips against your lips as he guided you along his length.

You felt warm, nervous that at any moment someone may walk by and see you on your knees with the number two hero. Or worse you’d be captured by the paparazzi who would ensure photographs of you in such a precarious position went viral, leaving you in danger of being apprehended by the authorities anyway. 

“Fuck,” Hawks groaned as you pressed the flat of your tongue along one of the bulging veins along his cock, “Do that again.”

You repeated the movement as Hawks' eyes rolled back, blunt nails digging into your scalp as he held you tighter. Canting his hips forward with more vigour as he began to use your mouth for his own pleasure. Pressing more of his weight into you as the scent of him permeated the air, shifting your hips to try and alleviate the tension between your thighs. 

“Are you getting off on this?” He grunted, rutting his hips forward as the fat tip of his cock nudged the back of your throat. Spluttering around him as drool began to dribble down your chin, the wetness making it easier to take more of his size as you pressed him even deeper inside your mouth, “You are, what a little pervert.” 

His words did nothing to satiate the ache between your thighs as you decided to take care of it, slipping one of your hands between your thighs to press against your clothed core as you moaned softly around his cock. The noise sent pleasurable vibrations against his length as he held your head steady, warm thumbs holding the apples of your cheeks as he pulled you off his cock. Strings of his pre and your spit linked your lips to him as they began to break off in silvery wisps as your mouth remained open, ready for him to plunge back inside you. 

“Shit, you make me so fucking hard.” Hawks groaned as he watched you continue to touch yourself, your fingers pressed tight against your clit through the flimsy lace of your underwear. Grinding yourself against them as Hawks throbbed. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying this little bird.” He grunted as he slipped his cock back inside your mouth, holding your head steady as he began a rough pace. The heavy tip of his cock hit the back of your throat with each forward thrust as you gagged around him, tears clinging to your lashes as Hawks used you for his own pleasure. 

“Doin’ so good, sweet girl. Lips feel so pretty wrapped around my cock.” Hawks began to ramble as he found himself close to his own end. His balls raised beneath his cock as the sounds from your lips filled the air, the crude noise of his cock slipping in and out of your wet mouth did nothing to satiate his desire as he continued to picture plunging in and out of your naked body. 

The tears were spilling down your cheeks now, caught by Hawks rough palms as he began to wipe them away. The wetness of your mouth made it easy for him to fuck your face, the bounty tip of his cock nudging against the back of your throat with every forward motion. 

“That’s it,” Hawks groaned as he increased his pace, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You desperately wanted him to cum as you began to suck harder, your cheeks hallowing as you took him as deep as you could. The choked groans left his lips enough to have your clit throbbing with neglect as you sought his release. Your hand moved lower as you stroked along his taint, feeling the way his cock twitched as he stiffened. 

“Shit, do that again.” He groaned, causing your lip to twitch as you wanted to smirk from his reaction. 

Trying to focus on the pleasure of your touch as he began to dangle on the edge of his climax, his hips stuttering as he felt your throat begin to tighten. Your fingers ran along his taint again as your nails scratched the sensitive skin softly, salacious moans spilling from his lips as he began a selfish pace.Fucking himself into your mouth with no regard for you as he gave a few more sloppy pumps before pulling himself from between your lips. His hand wrapped around his wet length in an instant as she began to stroke his dock with vigour, your eyes focused on the fresh pre beading at the tip as his other hand held your head tight, angling your face up towards the light as he held the length of his cock over you. 

“Stick your tongue out,” He grunted. The taste of him was still heavy on your tongue as you swallowed thickly, staring up at him with wide eyes as you watched him fuck his fist. Unable to last long before he was spilling his white, hot seed against your face and tongue. Spurts of it landed everywhere as it began to dribble and leave silvery lines against your complexion, the sight causing Hawks to groan as he watched the silvery globs coat your skin. 

His hand was still tight against his length as he glanced down at the mess he’d made of you, the taste of him heady on your tongue as you felt him tap the tip of his cock against the flat of it. Cleaning off the final drops of his release against you as he smiled, “Swallow.”

Obediently following orders as you swallowed thickly, his palm squeezing your neck as he felt himself slip down your throat. Nostrils flared as he tried to hold his composure at the sight of you, his softening cock still twitching as he began to stroke his thumb against your cheeks, messing up the silvery lines of his release and pressing it into your skin. 

Relief began to flood through your body after he came, telling yourself that you were glad it was finally over and that you’d be able to go home. Taking Hawks’ hand as he helped you up from your knees, your legs shaking from lack of use as you tried to steady yourself to gain feeling back into them. 

“I think you enjoyed that more than you let on, little bird.” Hawks slipped a hand into the hem of the leggings you were wearing to brush his fingers along the crotch of your panties, feeling how wet the fabric was beneath his touch, “You’re dripping.”

“So that’s it? I can go?” You hummed softly, avoiding eye contact. 

“Oh, sweet girl. You didn’t think I’d let you get away with it just like that, did you?” He cooed back with a smile, leaning down to plant a soft kiss against your pursed lips, “We’re nowhere near done, you’ve got so much more to show me.”

“But you said if I did that you’d let me go and wouldn’t tell anyone,” You furrowed your brows as Hawks gave you a lazy smile. His warm palms turned you around in his grip, pressing your chest against the cold brick wall as he began to tug your leggings down your thick thighs. 

“And I won’t,” He laughed, feeling the blunt head of his semi-hard cock lining up with your slit as it caught against your tight entrance, “But you committed a lot of crimes, sweetheart. I can’t let you off too easy, I am the number two after all. What kind of Pro would that make me if I let a prolific burglar off the hook?”

“No, please. Hawks, you can’t–” You blinked back tears.

“Oh, I can’t?” Hawks mocked you, “Watch me."

#tw:dubcon #trigger:dubcon #hawks x reader #hawks smut #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami smut #Bnha smut #Bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #flashing lights

[kingkatsuki]

One Of Them Will Destroy The Other | Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Touya x Reader

He's gonna come around any one of these days and we'll just stay here in the meantime. My one bad habit was to watch you sad and feel a little bit at home.

This is my first contribution to the Mixtape Melodies collab, please check out the other fics uploaded for Bakugou’s birthday!💕

Summary: Your small town diner was located on the outskirts of town, a comfortable spot for those weary travellers or city residents to grab a hearty meal and a warm drink, but at the same time every day you found your business almost deserted aside from the rowdy gang of bikers that frequented the joint. A new recruit catches your eyes, but its too bad that gang leader Dabi won’t let you go that easily.

Pairing: biker!Bakugou Katsuki x biker!Todoroki Touya (Dabi) x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, cheating (by reader but she’s in an unhappy/abusive relationship), dubcon, practically noncon, blackmail, manipulation, borderline fuck or die?, dry humping, premature ejaculation, voyeurism, public sex, guns, fingering, degradation (not from Bakugou), praise, creampie, mention of branding/burns (not detailed), character death. If I’m missing warnings pls lemme know!

Word Count: 11.4k.

“He’s calling you over again,” Tatami rolled her eyes as she placed another freshly baked pie into the display cabinet before reaching for the carafe of coffee, “I can go this time, might accidentally scald the fuckers-”

“No, no- it’s okay.” You gave her a small smile, “I’ll go. He’ll only come over and get me if I don’t.”

Your small, cosy diner was located on the outskirts of town, a comfortable spot for weary travellers or city residents to grab a hearty meal and a warm drink, but at the same time every day, you found your business almost deserted aside from the rowdy gang of bikers that frequented the joint. The Blue Flame gang was infamous around your small town and the surrounding area, the apocalyptic revving of their engines coming your way was seen as a bad omen by everyone in your town.

You picked up the coffee carafe as you moved towards Dabi’s table. The local biker gang had been coming in for as long as you could remember, providing protection from the rivals that often frequented the highway you worked on. Dabi had professed it fate the first time he’d walked into your diner and laid eyes on you, although you weren’t quite sure that’s what you would call it. Maybe it was your misfortune. Either way, your father had told you that as long as you do as they say, no one would get hurt. And so you did-

Keeping your head down you began to fill the empty mugs that were littered around the table, making your way to each man as you reached over to pour the hot liquid into Dabi’s. His burnt hands, the result of many previous gang disputes, reached out to grope your ass. Tugging you down onto his lap as the warm coffee sloshed around the carafe, he continued his conversation as though you weren’t even there. You sucked in a breath as you tightened your grip on the plastic handle, trying to avert your gaze from the tattooed men seated around the table.

“-you were supposed to make sure Rappa and his guys wouldn’t cross the boundary, Spinner. Looks like you’re fucking incompetent once again, huh?”

“I’m sorry, boss. I was collecting from that old broad on the east side, I didn’t know they were gonna be out riding this morning-”

“Fucking useless,” You felt Dabi’s palm heat up in annoyance as he groped your ass, taking a swig of his coffee before reaching for the bottle of whisky that sat in the middle of the table, shamelessly pouring a liberal amount into the mug before slamming the glass bottle down and taking a long drink of the spiked liquid, “This is why I had to bring Bakugou in, you’re a fucking liability.”

Bakugou.

Your eyes chanced a glance across the table to the man Dabi had addressed as Bakugou, messy blond spikes concealing his eyes as he sat back in his chair, hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket as he sat quietly in the corner.

“-Are you even fucking listening?” You jumped from the boom in Dabi’s voice, terrified that he had been talking to you and you most definitely had not been listening. Opting to shamelessly stare at the new recruit at the table instead as you tried to ease your racing heart.

“Course I was listenin’,” Bakugou’s voice had a delicate rasp to it laced with authority, the sound left you with goosebumps along your arms as the sugar pot on the table suddenly became interesting, “I’ll head over on my way home tonight.”

“You better, that fucker can’t keep thinking he can avoid paying for our services- especially not for this long.”

“Hey, babe. The ovens acting up again, s’gonna burn your pies.” Tatami called out from across the room as you glanced at her over Dabi’s shoulder.

“Oh, I gotta go-” You whispered, “Pies are burning.”

“Okay, doll.” Dabi gave your ass a rough squeeze as he pressed his chapped lips to the curve of your neck, letting you up from the table before leaning his elbows against it to continue his conversation.

You heaved a sigh of relief as you came back behind the diner counter, giving Tatami a grateful smile as you continued towards the kitchen, the pies still baking perfectly in the oven as you leaned against the counter. The smell of sweet pies permeated the air as you let the scent calm you, taking a few deep breaths before you’d decided enough time had passed as you walked back towards the main diner.

“He’s laying it on thick tonight, huh?” Tatami rolled her eyes, “Someone hasn’t paid their debt?”

“Yeah,” You murmured, trying to find things to do to keep yourself busy while the gang relaxed in the diner.

Dabi’s gang was revered in your town, the biker gang were more like outlaws as they rode down the streets like the horsemen of the apocalypse, their loud engines signalling potential danger wherever they rode. They made their money from fear and bribery. Protection from all outside threats in exchange for money owed, even though the majority of the time The Blue Flames were the real danger. Stories constantly passed around like Chinese whispers about the gang and what they had done to innocent civilians who had failed to pay their debts, stories whether they were true or not, that struck fear in the eyes of many.

“Is he staying the night tonight?” Tatami gave you a pointed look as she placed a hand on her hip.

“Nah, he hasn’t for a while now. I think that new gang is giving him a lot of trouble, so he’s not sure who he can trust.”

“Oh, and that includes you?” She scoffed, “He’ll still come here and drink all your coffee though. I swear one day I’ll lace it with arsenic, although he’d probably survive like the cockroach he is.”

Dabi and his gang had been coming to your diner almost every evening for the last year, after they’d saved you from a sticky situation with repossession. You’d almost lost your entire diner, your entire family business until they stepped in to save it.

To save you.

He was perfect at first, your knight in shining armour. And when you fell in love with him, you fell hard and fast. There wasn’t a thing that he wouldn’t do for you, and he expected nothing in return— or so you thought. The moment he’d saved your diner from closure, he’d transferred your debt to him. The more time went on, the colder he became.

“The other gangs are far worse, doll. You wouldn’t want them to come in here without my protection- trust me, ain’t none of them gonna mess with my girl.” He’d always remind you, although now you weren’t so sure. Wondering what it would be like to chance your luck with the other gangs over him, whether that would be a better deal.

Not that it really mattered, this was your life now and you were stuck living it. Maybe it could’ve been worse, you were certain at some point, at some time, Dabi truly did love you. But the man he was now wasn’t the man you’d fallen for all those months ago.

Whenever Dabi and his gang were in the diner it was like a different environment, the air seemed cold and callous, the bright colours dyed a dark grey like the joy had been sucked from the room.

“That blond ones staring at you,” Tatami nudged you with her elbow as she leaned forward to clean the counter in front of her, picking up a stray coffee mug to place it inside the dishwasher.

“No, he isn’t,” Your voice betrayed you, coming out at a higher octave as you felt your cheeks heat up. Exhaling as you chanced a look over at where the biker gang were sitting around a large booth, just as she had said the blond man you didn’t recognise was sitting staring at you.

Expecting him to look away when he met your gaze but instead you found yourself staring into his ruby irises, completely captivated as you felt as though he was delving deep inside the depths of your soul. Searching for pieces of you that hadn’t surfaced for as long as you could remember, wanting to pick them like fresh roses and remove the prickly thorns that guarded them.

“Hey,” Tatami gave you another shove, “Now you’re staring.”

“‘m not!” You mumbled, feeling the heat rush to other parts of your body.

She grinned haughtily as you immediately turned away, your heart racing as you busied yourself by pouring fresh coffee into a carafe and avoiding her gaze.

“You like him,” She teased.

“No, I don’t.”

“You totally do, oh my god.” She squealed as you turned to shush her, hoping Dabi hadn’t noticed the way she was positively vibrating at the possibility.

“I can’t,” Dabi had made it quite clear since taking over your father’s business, your business, with his gang that you belonged to him. Any attempt to change that would result in you losing everything, but it didn’t hurt to dream.

They’d always be just that— dreams.

This wasn’t the life you’d imagined for yourself, the life you’d read about in all those fairy tales and pictured when you closed your eyes. You thought it was, at first. But it turns out that things don’t always turn out the way they should, and dreams are always meant to be broken.

“You gotta get out of it, babe.” Tatami gave you an apologetic smile as she squeezed your shoulder.

“It’s not that easy,” You sighed.

It wasn’t as though you could tell the gang to leave and stop coming into the diner, they were infamous all over the city and doing so wouldn’t bode well for you or the business. If it even survived-

But it would be even harder to get away from Dabi. Being known as his girlfriend ensured that no one else would ever want you, even if you did manage to escape him. Because who would ever risk it all to be with a woman that belonged to one of the most dangerous men in the city? And even if you packed up everything and left, where would you go?

“Hey, doll.” Dabi came around the counter like he always did, arms circling your body from behind as he let a palm shamelessly grope your breast. His rough cheek pressed against yours as you felt his lips curl into a grin, the scent of cigarettes and petrol surrounding you as he ruts his hips into your back, “Sorry, I gotta go. But I’ll be back same time tomorrow to see you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You mumbled, catching the movement of his men leaving through the front door from the side of your eyes as he moved his hand lower, letting it slip beneath the hem of your skirt as he brushed the soft skin of your thigh.

“I’ll make sure I have more time then, I haven’t seen this pretty pussy in so long.” He smirked, making to grab for your mound but you were quick to turn in his arms. You felt your entire body heat up as he grinned down at you, “Aww, you’re not still shy are you, doll?”

He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, his tongue instantly bullying its way inside your mouth as he held your jaw, squeezing roughly.

“Wish I could take you into your office right now,” He groaned lowly, “We used to have so much fun back there together.”

“Yeah,” You mumbled, shoulders tensing as he pressed his cool staples against your neck.

“Next time, can’t have my baby feeling neglected.” He smacked your ass hard, the sound loud enough to echo as you watched his men grin as they left the diner. The only man not laughing was Bakugou, who had an unreadable expression on his stoic face as he trailed behind. The familiar roar of engines started up as they began to rev their bikes, waiting for Dabi to follow suit.

“Night, doll.” You watched as Dabi left the building, dragging all the negative energy out with him as he made it towards his bike. Swinging his leg over it as he gave you a final smirk before speeding out of the parking lot, his gang following behind him as you finally allowed yourself to relax.  

Once Dabi and his gang left for the night the diner was usually deserted, except for a few weary travellers who came in for a late-night caffeine fix or truckers that were looking for sustenance before they clocked in for work in the small hours. But it was your favourite time to work, a certain kind of serenity you couldn’t get earlier in the day.

The bell rang to signal a customer caught your attention as the blond man from earlier stepped inside the diner, the sight of him instantly had your heart racing as he began to make a beeline for you. Sliding into one of the stools as he lay his forearms against the counter, hunched over as his piercing eyes stared directly at you.

“Uh- hey?”

“Hey,” His voice came out in a soothing rasp as his fingers began to tap a beat against the surface, allowing you to see some of the tattoos that were inked into his skin.

“Is something wrong?”

Dabi often sent his men out to do his dirty work, the rusty roar of their bikes enough to signal trouble was coming and allow a couple of minutes warning if you were brave enough to run. But seeing Bakugou step into the diner alone filled you with an unwavering sense of curiosity, wondering why he’d be here alone at three in the morning.

“Nah, why?”

“Oh, no reason.” You hummed, toying with your apron nervously, “What can I get you?”

“Coffee.” He grunted, laying his palms flat on the surface as he looked up at you with those same vermilion eyes from earlier. His gaze was so intense you had to fight to hold the carafe upright without spilling the brown liquid everywhere. Shakily pouring it into the porcelain mug you placed in front of him as he reached out to wrap his fingers around the handle, giving you a view of the tattoos that littered his hands, a tiny explosion symbol on the curve of his thumb on one side and a silver gear in the same place on the other hand. The slightest hint of a sleeve peeking out from beneath worn leather as you tried to remember where you were and who this was, but it was hard to ignore the way his muscles bulged beneath the jacket, leading your thoughts down a dark and dangerous path.

“Can I get you anything to eat?” You gave a small smile, “Kitchens always open-”

“Nah,” He rasped.

“Not even a slice of pie?”

“Pie?” You saw his lips curl into a grin and the same butterflies began to erupt inside you again, “Did ya make it?”

“Yeah actually, I did.”

“Okay, princess.” He grinned, “I’ll have a slice of pie.”

You suddenly felt nervous offering the plate up to him, as though you were completely under his scrutiny. Slipping a slice of the fruit pie onto a plate as you added some cream to the side, slipping the plate onto the table in front of him as he moved his coffee mug out of the way. Grabbing the plate between his thumb and forefinger as he dragged it against the surface to sit in front of him, pushing the fork into it as he took a huge mouthful.

“So is there a reason you’re here at-” You turned to look at the giant clock that sat at the long end of the room, “Three-thirty in the morning?”

Bakugou looked up from the pie as he let his fork dip into the soft pastry again, clashing against the plate as he gave you a shrug, “You’re open, ain’tcha?”

“Yeah, but as you can see we don’t usually get many customers at this time.”

“Maybe I like the pie.” He grinned as he took another mouthful.

“It’s a long way to come for just some pie.”

“Maybe I like- shit,” Bakugou cursed as his cell phone began to ring loudly, the shrill ringtone causing him to wince as he pulled it from his jacket pocket, probably on the loudest setting so he’d be able to hear it over the roar of his motorcycle. He looked irritated as he held the device to his ear and grunted a chaste ‘hey’ into the speaker.

You watched him on the phone, the way his mood immediately seemed to dip the moment he’d noticed the caller. His relaxed form was now hunched over and tense as he listened intently to whatever was being said, your body leaning closer in an attempt to hear who was on the other side but the noise was muffled.

“I gotta go-” He locked the phone off with a sigh, reaching out to lift the coffee mug to his lips to take a final drink before he left, tilting the cup as he downed the liquid in one go.

Fishing into his pocket he pulled out a crumpled banknote as he dropped it down onto the table beside his plate, giving you a final smile before he moved to leave the diner.

“Wait-” You looked down at the note in confusion. In all the months that Dabi’s gang had been coming here, they’d never once paid for anything, “You don’t have to-”

“See you around, sweetheart.” He yanked the door as the bell above jingled, stepping out into the brisk morning air as you watched him through the slitted blinds when he mounted his bike. Revving the engine loudly as he pulled off from the front of the diner, his spiky locks blown back from his forehead as he continued down the road and out of your sight.

You began to settle into a routine with Bakugou, every morning he’d enter the diner around the same time like clockwork. You’d have a warm mug of coffee and a slice of pie waiting for him on the counter as he slid onto the same stool, often he would have a black eye or dried blood against his skin as though he’d decided to come to you first before even trying to patch himself up. Grumbling in irritation whenever you’d try and dab at him with a wet cloth, trying to avoid it like the plague.

“Stop fuckin’ fussin, woman.” His palm wrapped around your wrist as you leaned over the counter, his other hand holding the fork to his lips as he took a bite of pie, “Told ya I’m fine.”

You glared as he spoke with his mouth full, chewing angrily as he made no attempt to let go of you.

“Yeah, you look fine.” You scoffed.

“You should see the other guy.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes, pulling your arm back just to have his hand tighten around your wrist.

“You know,” He put his fork down as he looked into your eyes, “I was more worried about not being able to make it here on time than I was fighting the fucker.”

You couldn’t hide the butterflies that erupted inside you at his words, your cheeks flushed as you were certain he could feel you trembling beneath his grip. Unsure of the last time you’d actually felt this kind of emotion inside you, the feeling surging through your veins and intoxicating your entire body on him.

“But you know you don’t have to come here,” You didn’t say what you were truly thinking, that you were grateful that he had showed up even after a fight. That his bones were probably aching and his head pounding, but he’d still dutifully made it into your diner just to see you in the early morning hours.

“I know I don’t hafta,” He rasped, “But it's the best part of my day.”

“At least let me patch you up,” You persisted, “Can’t have you dripping blood all over my floor.”

“Tch,” He scoffed, letting go of your wrist to move his attention back to the plate in front of him.

Picking up the fork as he shovelled a big mouthful of cherry pie into his mouth, grabbing the mug to wash it down with coffee before he began to make his way around the long counter.

“Come on then, sweetheart.” He grinned, chunks of pie still in his mouth as you scrunched your nose at him in mock disgust, “Let's save your poor floor.”

You led him towards the back as you stepped inside your cramped office, opening a cabinet to grab your medical kit. Bakugou let himself lean against your desk as his eyes wandered around the room before moving back to focus on you soaking a cloth in alcohol.

“Fuck,” He hissed as you dabbed his eyebrow with the wet cloth, his body slouched against the desk in your office so you could reach his wound.

“Don’t be a baby,” You laughed, “You got yourself into this mess.”

“Oh, yeah? So why you lookin’ after me then?” He kicked his boot against your foot teasingly as you scoffed, deliberately pressing the cloth back against his wound to make him hiss in displeasure.

“I told you, I just wanted to protect my floor.” You smiled softly.

“More like you don’t want me to die.”

“You’re not gonna die from a gash on your eyebrow.” You rolled your eyes.

“I might.” He grinned, “If it got infected.”

“Lucky for you I’m taking care of it then, huh?” You smiled, moving the soiled cloth from his eye as you stood up on your tiptoes to assess the wound, “I don’t think it needs stitches, but your head will probably hurt in the morning.”

“Thanks,” He rasped.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious of your close proximity to him, your body standing between his thighs as his warm palms squeezed your hips gently.

“Do you ever think about things being different?” You asked quietly, avoiding his gaze.

“Different?” Bakugou hummed, his thumbs stroking against your sides as you stood together in the tiny office.

“Yeah, but just- never mind, it’s stupid.” You shook your head, stepping to move away but Bakugou kept you firm between his thighs.

“Ain’t stupid if you’re thinking it.” He smiled, “Tell me.”

“Like that things– life– could be different.” You mumbled.

“We can’t change the past, sweetheart.” Bakugou shrugged, “But we can make our own future.”

Bakugou felt your sadness like you both shared the same pain. Maybe that’s why he’d felt so close to you when he’d seen you for the first time all those weeks ago in the diner. It’s true what they say, broken people attract broken people, and Bakugou Katsuki was magnetised to you. It was supposed to be temporary, an unspoken agreement between him and Dabi to help with a few jobs and make enough money to help his sick friend. And yet here he was weeks later, still completely enraptured by you. From the moment he’d first laid eyes on you, he knew that he couldn’t just leave you here. That you needed better, that you deserved better. And maybe he wasn’t the man to give that to you, but he’d be damned if he didn't try.

Bakugou would’ve gone to war for you, would’ve lit up the entire dive bar if it meant rescuing you from the assholes inside. But he couldn’t do it, not now. Breaking rank would ruin everything he’d worked hard to infiltrate- breaking his cover would ruin everything. You’d have to wait, just a little while longer.

You were too pretty too pure, telling him stories until the sun came up about your dreams and aspirations. Things that Bakugou wished he could be a part of, experience with you- things he would never be able to do, but it was nice to dream. Bakugou couldn’t remember the last time he’d had dreams, spending each day merely surviving. But suddenly now he wanted them, he wanted to do everything with you, dreams of leaving this shitty town and running away with you.

But that’s all they’d ever be– dreams.

“Why you with a guy like that anyway?” You’d been waiting for the question from him for weeks, but you hadn’t expected it to come out so openly. Suddenly feeling vulnerable as you tried to avoid answering it.

“Why are you?” You shot back, immediately guarding your heart.

“Everyone’s got their reasons, sweetheart,” Bakugou replied simply.

You shrugged, chewing the inside of your lip as you wondered where to begin. What could you say to make it seem better than it really was, to make it sound as least pathetic as possible as you leaned against the counter.

“Sometimes it’s easier than being alone.”

“You don’t love him.” It was more of a statement than a question— like he already knew your response, but you answered anyway.

“No,” You scoffed, maybe you had loved him once. But the man you knew now? The real Dabi? That wasn’t the man you’d fallen in love with.

“You can do better than him, you know.” Bakugou deadpanned, “Better than this.”

“This,” You gestured to the room, “Is all I’ve got.”

“I don’t ever see you smile when he’s around.” Bakugou continued.

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. There was nothing you could say- he was right. You knew he was, Bakugou knew he was. But it still hurt to hear it, to know that you were stuck existing instead of living.

“When’s the last time you were happy?”

“With you.” You whispered, remembering that day in your office. When Bakugou held you in his arms and made you feel loved again.

“You deserve to be happy.” He grinned, “Prefer it when you’re smilin’.”

You couldn’t hide how good he made you feel without even trying, your heart hammering in your chest as he made his way around the counter towards you. His rough hands on your hips as he pulled you closer, the intoxicating scent of smoke and oil captivating your senses as you held onto his forearms, giving him the smallest smile as he squeezed your hips tighter.

“See,” He persisted, his warm breath fanned your face as he leaned down towards you, his lips hovering over your own, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty when you smile, you know that?”

Your entire body felt warm as his lips met yours in the most delicate kiss, barely moving as he held you against him. Kissing Bakugou Katsuki felt like home. There was a certain hesitation to his movements as though he was worried that you might pull away at any second, his warm palm cupping your cheek to angle your face so he could deepen the kiss. Your noses brushed as his tongue swiped against your lower lip, pulling you in deeper as he began to explore the new territory. He tasted like coffee and cherries, an addictive taste that had you craving more. You could feel every ounce of emotion he poured into the kiss, as though he’d been holding all these feelings inside for the longest time and he’d finally allowed them to bubble to the surface.

He pushed you against the counter, his thick thigh sliding between your parted legs as he pressed scorching hot kisses along your jawline, smirking cockily when your hands reached up to pull his face back to reconnect your lips. He was like a drug that you were completely dependent on, you couldn’t get enough of him as your fingers tightened against his neck, brushing through the buzzed hairs of his undercut as he languidly stroked his tongue against yours.

It didn’t even matter that you were standing in the front of your empty diner, that anyone could just walk in and see you together– all that mattered right now was him.

You gasped into the kiss when you felt Bakugou press his thigh against your clothed cunt, your thin panties all that was separating you from him as you shamelessly rolled your hips against him.

“Fuck, so good for me.” He groaned, both his hands moving to the plush of your ass as he began to grind you against his leg, vermilion eyes watched the way your lashes fluttered as he pushed you down against the muscular surface. The rough denim of his jeans only added to the sensation as you matched his movements, shamelessly grinding yourself against him as you sought your pleasure.

“Katsuki,” You hummed, your lips parted in a near-constant whine as you clung to him. Nails dug into the back of his scalp as he hissed at the sensation, further goading him on to do more.

Calloused palms pushed the fabric of your skirt up and around your hips as he cupped your clothed heat roughly, cursing beneath his breath at how warm and wet you felt for him already. He’d barely even touched you and yet here you were a debauched mess for him, his.

Deft fingers slipped beneath the wet fabric as he allowed the tips of his digits to stroke between your folds, coating them in your slick as he sought out your clit. The sweet sound that tumbled from your lips proved he’d found it as he began to rub persistent circles against it, craning his neck as you tried to pull him down to you to steal another kiss.

“Hey,” He pecked your lips, grinning at the irritated whine you made when you tried to swipe your tongue against them to deepen the kiss before he pulled back, “Don’t try and hide those pretty sounds. Wanna hear you-”

The soft timbre of his voice had your cunt clenching as you let out a shameless whine, your body reacting to his touch as he kept his consistent pace against your clit, willing you to come undone for him. Moving his fingers further towards your tight entrance as he felt the source of your slickness, the wetness seeping from your hole as he pressed his middle finger inside to the first knuckle. A smug grin appeared on his lips as he felt the way you clenched around him at the intrusion, a high pitched keen from deep in your throat as he began to press against your pulsating walls.

“God, I’m fuckin’ addicted to you.” Bakugou groaned, his palm flat against your clit as you continued to roll your hips against him, taking his finger deeper inside your wet cunt as he pressed a second finger inside you to join the other, “You’re perfect.”

You knew you wouldn’t last long, the attentiveness he showed your body confirmed that as you continued to shamelessly search for your own bliss. His hand moved beneath one of your thighs to move it up to his hip so he could change the angle, his fingers slipping deeper inside you as he curled them to press directly against the spongy spot inside you.

“That’s it, sweet girl.” He continued, “This is all for me, yeah?”

You nodded shamelessly as his lips met yours in another sloppy kiss that was all tongue and teeth, your thighs began to quiver as you felt yourself walking closer and closer to the edge. Your inner walls clamped down around his fingers in the telltale sign of your release as Bakugou began to put more pressure against your clit, grinding the palm of his hand now covered in your slick against it as he willed you to come for him. A lust-filled stupor took over your body as you allowed yourself to succumb to the sensation, his name spilling from your lips in a dull mantra as you came undone on his fingers.

“Fuck yes,” He grunted, pulling back from your lips so he could see the euphoric look on your face as you came. His fingers continued to pump inside your sloppy cunt as he helped you ride out your climax, cherishing the sensation of your walls squeezing around him as he imagined it was his cock, “Such a good girl.”

You stood together in the afterglow until the sun began to rise, illuminating the diner in its natural glow, overpowering the fluorescent lights that shone down on you both as Bakugou kissed your forehead. Slowly dragging his hand from between your thighs as he brought his fingers to his lips, tasting you on his tongue as though you were the sweetest ambrosia. Grunting as he ruts his hips against you, feeling his hardness straining against the denim of his jeans as it pressed against your thigh.

“Let me-” You whispered, reaching out to palm him as he growled, sucking a breath through clenched teeth as he felt you palm him through the fabric.

“You do that, I won’t fuckin’ last.” His eyes rolled, shamelessly rutting his hips into your palm.

You ignored him, squeezing him through his jeans as you noticed the dark stain you’d left against his thigh. Your fingers massaging his bulge as you tried to jerk him through the stiff fabric, cupping your palm to squeeze his balls as a strained groan tumbled from deep in his chest. His hips rutted into your touch as he palmed your ass, pulling you close as he massaged your cheeks.

“I’m not gonna- fuckin’ shit.” He cursed as you felt his body quiver, eyes rolling back as his climax washed over him. His chest heaving as you continued stroking him through his jeans, his hand grabbing your own to stop you from touching him as he tried to come down from his high.

“Fuck, can’t believe you made me cum in my pants,” He shook his head, hiding his face in your neck as you stood together in the quiet diner, “Ain’t done that since high school.”

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his body as you slipped your hands beneath his biker jacket, languidly stroking his back, not wanting this moment to end.

“You know things will get better, sweetheart.” He murmured against the top of your head, holding you close as you buried your face in his chest.

“How do you know?” Your words were muffled against his shirt as you moved to glance up at him.

“I just know.” He smiled, leaning down to give you a soft kiss.

You were interrupted by the bell at the front of the diner signalling the door opening as Tatami stepped inside, seeing you both behind the bar as her tired expression soon turned mischievous as a huge grin broke out on her face.

“Good morning, isn’t it?” She laughed, giving you a not-so-subtle wink as she walked towards the office with her handbag.

“Ugh,” You buried your face in Bakugou’s chest again as you felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, trying to pull your skirt back down around your thighs as he let out a husky chuckle. The sound vibrated deep in his chest as you felt it against your cheek, squeezing him tight as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

“I better get goin’, supposed to be back here in a few hours.” He hummed, moving back so he could press a lingering kiss to your lips before he reluctantly left the diner, “I’ll see ya later, Princess.”

Walking him to the door as you watched him swing his leg over to sit on top of his bike, toeing the kickstand as he revved the engine. Giving you a final, lingering look before he took off.

Turning back to grab your bag to go home and get a few hours' rest before your next shift you turned back to see Tatami giving you a knowing look from behind the counter.

“What?” Your cheeks flushed as you tried to walk towards the front door.

“You tell me, ‘what’?” She replied cheekily, giving you a flirty wink as you felt embarrassment flood your body.

“It was nothing,”

“If that’s ‘nothing’ I wouldn’t mind getting some ‘nothing’ off him too,” She laughed as you threw your apron at her, grabbing it in her hands as she watched you leave the diner.

“Shut up,” You couldn’t hide the smile that covered your face, “I’m telling Shindou-”

Even after months, Bakugou would still return to the diner at the same hour, with no questions about where he’d been or what he’d been doing and even if there were there would be no answers given. Instead, the money that he’d collected throughout the night was placed on the bar as he took his usual seat at the counter opposite you. The only indication of a bad day was the times he’d order a whisky on the rocks instead of the usual coffee and pie.

These visits were now firmly the best part of your day, your time at the diner no longer filled you with fear. It was almost as though the place that once haunted your memories was your sanctuary. Knowing that for just a few moments each day you could pretend that everything was perfect before going back to the same harsh reality.

“You know you never told me why?” You watched Bakugou tilt his glass of whisky as the ice clinked against the side, his eyes looking into the dark liquid as he contemplated the question.

“Needed money.” He shrugged.

“So you joined a biker gang?” You rolled your eyes, “Plenty of other ways to make money.”

“Didn’t have time for that.” He spoke into the rim of his glass.

“What do you mean?” You could tell the way he was hesitating on asking you, the way he was scared to say the words.

“M’brothers sick.”

“Your brother?” You raised a brow, after all the weeks of talking to him, Bakugou had never once mentioned family, “You didn’t tell me you had a brother-”

“Never asked,” He grunted, “Well, he ain’t blood but he’s as good as.”

He told you everything. From how he’d been abandoned from an early age and had to survive with his brother Kirishima, to finding out that he was sick and having to work out a way to get money fast. In return you told him your story, the reason why you were still here stuck with a man that you didn’t love, in a town you absolutely despised.

“I know you ain’t happy.” He pressed.

“S’not that easy.” You mumbled,

“Why not leave?” Bakugou raised a brow, “Could get out tomorrow-”

“I can’t,” You shook your head.

“But why?”

“This is my dad's place,” You caught yourself, “Was my dad's place. I don’t want to have to leave it.”

You saw Bakugou’s face soften for a moment before he stood from his seat at the bar.

“It’s just bricks and mortar.” Bakugou shrugged, “You’ve got the memories, cherish those. That’s what matters. You think your pa would want you held up in here the rest of your life?”

“But where would you go to get your pie at 3am, huh?”

Watching the way he puffed out his chest slightly at the answer, a lopsided grin on his face as he leaned on his forearms to push himself up off his stool, laying over the bar to bring his face closer to yours.

“I ain’t come here for the pie, princess,” He rolled his eyes, “The pie fuckin’ sucks.”

He reached over to cup your face as he pulled you against the counter, bringing you into a sultry kiss. Your hands reached up to hold his cheeks as you let your thumbs graze over the soft stubble that covered them since his last shave as your tongue swiped against his lips, deepening the kiss as a soft sigh spilt from your lips, swallowed by him as he brushed his tongue against yours.

A sharp whistle brought you out of your bliss as you felt Bakugou’s hand stiffen against your cheek, your blood running cold as you both turned towards the front door. The blinds were closed to shield the early morning sunlight as the sun shone through the open door, surrounding Dabi in a thick veil of light as he stood with his hands stuffed in his leather vest pockets.

“What a good fucking morning it is, huh?” Dabi closed the door behind him, switching the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’ as you heard the familiar click of the lock.

Your blood ran cold when you saw the look in Dabi’s eyes, an almost dangerous glow to his icy blue irises as he stepped closer. A look that was overshadowed by the dangerous smirk on his face, a look that you’d had the pleasure of seeing before, just he shot the man who stood at the barrel of his gun.

“Spinner said he’d seen your bike outside here every night this week, and you know what? I didn’t believe the dumb fucker.” Every step Dabi’s boots took against the linoleum floor had your heartbeat increasing, the dull thud taking over your chest as his icy gaze met yours, “So I thought I’d come and check for myself.”

Dabi smirked as he averted his gaze to Bakugou, who had now moved from leaning over the counter to stand in front of it, trying to conceal you from Dabi’s prying gaze.

“And what do ya know? The lizard got something fucking right for once.” His voice sounded borderline maniacal, a sound you hadn’t heard since a patron in the diner had failed to repay his debt.

“Dabi, it isn’t what it looks like.” You murmured, noticing that Bakugou had made no attempt to move.

“Oh yeah? Then what does it look like?” Dabi’s hand moved to his belt, pushing the hem of his leather vest back to show the gun that was holstered to his side, a poignant threat.

“I—” You tried to find the words to speak, the sound lodged in your throat as his hand wrapped around the grip.

“Because it looked to me like the new guy was making moves on my girl.”

You swallowed thickly as Bakugou tensed, silent the entire time as he was deciding his next move. Like an intricate game of chess where both opponents were trying to secure victory when there could only be a stalemate.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you.” Dabi pulled the gun from its holster, pointing it directly at Bakugou, “Keep doing what you were doing.”

Bakugou made no attempt to move, even when Dabi cocked the safety. Asserting his own dominance as both men tried to show their hands, eventually stepping to move around the counter as he stood beside you. A warm hand reached out to press against the small of your back as you kept your attention focused on Dabi, if he could feel you trembling under his touch he didn’t show it.

“Didn’t she tell you?” Your throat felt dry as Dabi stepped closer, “Why don’t you show him the scar?”

You played with the sleeves of your shirt as Dabi leaned over the counter, roughly grabbing your hand as Bakugou made a sharp movement like if there wasn’t a gun cocked directly at him he would fly over the counter and break Dabi’s arm.

“See, my perfect little doll,” Dabi smirked, running his thumb over the mark that was wrapped around your thin wrist. The skin was now charred and rough where the burn had been branded into your skin. “But, if you really want my sloppy seconds. Show me."

Bakugou stayed silent as Dabi dropped your arm, letting you take a step back from the counter as you held your arm to your chest, your own hands stroking against the rough skin a reminder of exactly what he’d done to you.

“Just leave her, she obviously doesn’t wanna be here.” Bakugou grunted, “Whatever this is, it's between us.”

“Of course, it’s fucking between us,” Dabi glared and took a step forward, pressing the barrel of the gun directly into Bakugou’s chest- the exact place where his heart lay. “I was a good guy, a nice guy. I took you in when everyone else told me how fuckin’ stupid I was. And look how you repay me, bending my girl over the first fucking chance you get.”

“It ain’t like that,” Bakugou grunted.

“Yeah? Then why out of all the skirt in the city you pick what’s mine?”

Bakugou didn’t respond, but you felt the hand against your lower back stiffen as he held it against you with more pressure. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

“You really picking this prick over me, doll?” Dabi pointed the barrel towards you and Bakugou immediately shifted in such a way that would shield you if he were to shoot.

You couldn’t hold the tears back any longer, the salty wetness clung to your thick lashes as they began to cascade down your cheeks. Your lower lip wobbled as you bit down to stop yourself from wailing, nails digging into the palms of your hands to try and calm the tension that was slowly rising inside you.

“She doesn’t want this, man.” In all the nights you’d spent with Bakugou he’d never once struck you as a man who would beg, and yet here he was pleading for you.

“Is that right, doll?” Dabi smirked, ignoring Bakugou to stare directly at you, “Thought we had a good thing goin’, thought you liked it.”

You couldn’t find the words to respond, your throat tight as he maintained his icy gaze on you, those blue irises burned through your soul as you tried to suck in a breath.

“What is it, he better than me? He make you scream louder?” Dabi persisted.

“We ain’t-” Bakugou rasped, cutting Dabi off.

“You haven’t?” Dabi scoffed, “All those fucking nights spent working her and you haven’t even fucked her yet?”

A dark laugh left his lips as he took a step forward, sliding into one of the stools at the counter with his thighs spread open as he focused on you.

“What a waste of fucking time.” Dabi grinned, “We fucked the first night we met didn’t we, sweetheart?”

You felt the embarrassment begin to bubble inside you from Dabi’s words, remembering the picture of that night in your mind when he had made you feel wanted and loved. The night before everything changed.

“Lucky I came along tonight then isn’t it?” He continued, “Time to fix that right here, right now. Show me.”

“What?” Bakugou raised a brow at the words as he tried to process them.

“You want her so bad? Show me.”

“Dabi-” You mumbled, your voice barely a whisper.

“You’re not scared of little ole me are you, doll?” Dabi placed his gun onto the table, his slender fingers teasing the barrel, “Because it’s not you that should be scared.”

You felt your stomach drop when he looked up from the weapon to stare directly at Bakugou, the heavy thrum of your heart the only sound you could hear in the desolate diner. The gun even as it lay flat was pointed directly at Bakugou.

“It’s him.”

You’d seen Dabi like this before, you knew exactly what he was capable of. And a man like Dabi always followed through. A realisation that made you even wearier as you tried to ignore the terrified throb pounding inside your chest. As if to make his point clearer Dabi released the magazine to show that it was full of bullets, not that he would need more than one to do much damage. The eerie noise of metal clinking put the fear in your heart as you watched him slap his palm against the bottom to fix it back into place.

“Come on then, asshole.” Dabi groaned, clapping his hands together, “You were so eager to get into her pants a few minutes ago, put on a show.”

Bakugou made his way around the counter slowly, his eyes trained on Dabi as though he was nervous he would shoot him in the back. You reached out for him as soon as he neared you, clinging to him for comfort as his large palms moved to cradle your face. Calloused thumbs brushing away the wet streaks of mascara that stained your skin, knees bent slightly to your level. His ruby eyes stared directly into your own as he shushed you quietly, fresh tears replacing the ones he’d removed as you tried to stop the emotion from pouring out of you as the floodgates opened.

“I can’t-” You mumbled, your hands moved to push against his chest as you tried to back out of his grip.

“Yes, you can Princess.” Bakugou held your cheeks tighter, grounding you as he whispered in your ear, the raspy tone quiet enough that Dabi couldn’t hear, “Just look at me, don’t take your eyes off me, yeah?”

You sniffled as he placed a soft, lingering kiss against your forehead. Taking a deep breath as he shot Dabi a final glare, his jaw locked in anger as he bit his tongue. His warm breath fanned your face as he brought his lips towards your own, hovering over them as you looked into his eyes.

“Focus on me.”

Before you had a chance to exhale Bakugou had pressed his lips against yours, securing them in a gentle kiss. You instinctively melted into him, letting him steal the air from your lungs as his tongue delved deeper. Exploring you like he had all those times before. It felt so natural that you had almost forgotten about the dangerous man on the other side of the counter. Your fingers weaved into the soft leather of his jacket as he held you close, treating you as though you were the world's finest porcelain and may break at any moment.

“Aww, well isn't this nice.” Dabi rolled his eyes, picking up the gun to slam it back down onto the table. The loud noise caught you off guard as you broke away from the kiss in surprise, causing Bakugou to swear under his breath as he held your hips firmly to stop you from moving away, “No need for all the fucking foreplay, hurry it the fuck up.”

Bakugou’s jaw locked again as he turned his head back to the side, and for a moment you felt as though he may launch himself over the counter at Dabi. Swallowing thickly as you tried to keep calm, not wanting to make it worse for either of you.

“Didn’t I tell you to put on a show?” Dabi glared, “Show me her tits.”

Turning his attention back to you Bakugou squeezed your hips softly.

“I’m sorry,” Bakugou whispered to you again, his hands at your sides moving to the hem of your shirt, slowly easing it up and over your head.

“That’s right, keep going,” Dabi smirked, letting the stool swivel slightly as he drank in the sight of your exposed skin. Bakugou’s muscular frame tried to conceal your modesty as much as possible which caused Dabi to break out into brash laughter.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Ain’t that right, doll?” Dabi noticed the way Bakugou’s eyes followed down to your chest, admiring the way your simple black bra framed your breasts, “Wait, wait, wait. Is this the first time you’re seeing her tits?”

Bakugou’s nostrils flared at the question as you leaned over the counter slightly to move your hands back to the hem of his biker jacket, the lack of answer satisfactory for Dabi’s question.

“Oh shit, this is too fucking good.” Dabi smirked, “You haven’t even bent her over yet?”

You felt Bakugou jolt slightly as though he was a tiger hunting its prey, waiting for that opportune moment to pounce. You kept your grip against the soft leather, unsure whether you’d be able to keep him back at all but it was something as both men glared at each other.

“Your first time together and I get a front-row seat, how sweet.” Sarcasm oozed from Dabi’s voice as he sat back in his chair, “Why don’t you get a proper look.”

You could tell that Bakugou’s willpower was beginning to dissolve, the chances of him continuing were dissipating as you felt like he might be filled with enough rage to take Dabi on. But no matter how strong Bakugou was, there was no way that fists would win in a gunfight. So taking a deep breath you reached back to the clasp of your bra with shaky hands, fumbling with the fabric as you felt the fabric become lax against your skin. Letting the fabric fall down your arms and to the floor as you allowed your bare chest to be exposed to both men.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Dabi groaned, “She’s got perfect tits doesn’t she?”

If Bakugou heard him, he didn’t respond. Vermilion eyes were now trained on your face, searching it to try and decipher if you were really okay. Warm palms still clinging to your sides as he held on with the softest grip. A loud gunshot broke you out of your daze as you jumped, pushing yourself into Bakugou’s chest as you buried your face in his t-shirt. You were sure you could feel his racing heart through the thin fabric, proving to you he was just as scared as you were at this moment. Glass began to scatter to the floor beneath you as the brown liquid seeped onto the linoleum floor, swirling around your feet as it expanded.

“What the fuck-” Bakugou snarled, tightening his grip on you as he turned to face Dabi. Your ears rang from the gunshot as you tried to calm your racing heart, feeling bile begin to rise in your throat from the action as you thought for a moment that he really had shot Bakugou.

“I told you to hurry the fuck up, I don’t have all day.” Dabi rolled his eyes, “Next time it won’t be a bottle of whisky, it’ll be your fucking head.” Dabi cocked the gun again and pointed it directly at Bakugou.

“‘m sorry,” Bakugou whispered, stroking his calloused fingers along your sides, “Just close your eyes, okay?”

The slightest nod of your head was the response Bakugou needed as you felt his warm palms encase your breasts, squeezing the soft mounds as he massaged the skin gently. You tried to focus on the way he was treating your body, a stark contrast to the way that Dabi had touched you before. Every single movement was delicate and precise, eliciting a gasp from your lips when his thumb and forefinger pinched at your puffy nipple.

“Focus on me, pretty girl.” Bakugou’s soft voice soothed you as you concentrated on his hands against your body.

Eyes screwed tightly shut as you allowed yourself to dream, to truly believe that you were somewhere else. Thinking of all the perfect scenarios you’d scripted in your head since you’d first met Bakugou Katsuki, the things you wanted to do with him, the life you’d live if you were brave enough to believe you were worthy of real love.

Warm lips pressed against your neck as his tongue swiped against your pulse point, your fingers threading through his messy blond locks as even in this scenario he focused on your pleasure. His thumb swiping against your nipple had your hips canting forward, your neglected clit beginning to throb at the sensation as you felt his hardening cock straining against his jeans. The rough denim is enough to give you the slightest hint of friction that you desired to keep the ebb at bay.

“So perfect.” Bakugou murmured against your neck, the sound vibrating against your skin as his hands began to stroke your sides, “Doin’ so good for me.”

Bakugou’s hands ventured lower, your eyes peeking open as you felt his lips move away from your neck. His intense gaze met your own as though he was silently trying to check if you were okay. Letting out a breathless sigh when his fingers moved beneath the hem of your skirt, stroking the plush of your inner thigh as your nails grazed his scalp. Brushing his knuckles against the crotch of your panties as you felt your body press into his touch, rolling your hips as he dragged along your clothed slit. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders to ground yourself as he found your clit through the soft cotton, pressing down on it with the pad of his fingers. Rubbing soft, precise circles around it as you let yourself get lost in the pleasure, forgetting everything around you except him.

A soft sigh left your lips as his fingers curled beneath the hem of your panties to push them aside as he let his fingers glide through your folds, exhaling through his nostrils as he felt how wet you were for him. The tip of his finger ventured lower to press against your slick entrance, feeling your tight walls desperately trying to suck him inside as he pressed the tip of his finger against it.

“Kats,” Your hands balled the fabric of his shirt in your fists as he pressed deeper, slowly pumping a solo digit inside you as you rolled your hips to match his movement. The breathless sigh of his name was enough to goad him into adding a second finger, your lips parted in a silent whine as he slowly began to stretch you out for him. Blunt nails dragged against your spongy inner walls as he searched for that spot inside you, trying to give you as much pleasure as he could at this moment.

You moaned softly as you tugged on his shirt, trying to get him to lean back down to press his lips against yours again as the palm of his hand pressed against your clit, your lips kissing the stubble on his chin before he had the chance to bend down to meet them.

“Is she wet?” Dabi smirked, placing his elbows onto the bar as he leaned forward, “Show me.”

Bakugou slowly pulled his fingers from your tight cunt, raising his arm with both digits raised so Dabi could see your slick coating them in the fluorescent lights.

“See, you’re having a good time doll.” Dabi laughed, “You should be thanking me for this.”

You daren't look back at him, instead trying to keep your focus on Bakugou who continued to stare forward. His other hand was still secure around your waist as he held the other in the air.

“This is real fucking sweet and all, but if you don’t hurry it up I’m gonna have to shoot someone.” Dabi picked the gun up from the counter as he aimed it towards you.

Bakugou’s hand tightened around your waist as he stiffened, glaring over your shoulder at Dabi as tears began to well in your lash line again. You knew whenever Dabi made a threat he was serious, and the thought terrified you. Especially when Bakugou looked as though he was about to lunge over the counter to get a final swing at Dabi before losing everything.

Your hands moved to Bakugou’s hips as you squeezed softly, trying to bring his attention back to you before moving between his thighs. Palming the hardening bulge as he canted his hips into your touch, a soft grunt left his lips as he returned all of his focus to you. Wrapping your hand around the thickness as you began to stroke him through the rough denim, ignoring the sound of Dabi’s voice in the background.

“Fuck,” Bakugou snarled through clenched teeth, his eyelids fluttering as he pressed himself into your palm with more urgency, “I’m sorry, princess.”

His hands moved to your skirt, pulling it up over your hips as he reached for the hem of your panties, tugging them down your thighs as they pooled around your ankles.

“She’s got such a pretty pussy, hasn’t she?” Dabi goaded, “Tight too.”

Ignoring his boss, Bakugou began to unbuckle his jeans, letting the belt hang through the loops as he unzipped the denim. Pulling them down along with his underwear to settle around the curve of his ass as he freed his aching cock, the heavy weight of it drooped towards the floor as you shamelessly ogled him. There wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t perfect, your cunt throbbed in anticipation as you almost forgot where you were and who you were with. Bakugou’s scent captivating your senses and taking over the fear that ebbed in your chest, the sweet scent of caramel mingled with the musk of engine oil and petrol.

Bakugou helped you step out of your underwear as he curled a palm beneath your thigh, tugging it up to rest against his hip as he stroked his cock between your folds, gathering your slick against the top as you felt him press against your tight entrance.

“Gonna make you feel so good, princess.” He whispered against your cheek, pushing himself forward as you felt him slowly begin to stretch you out. A breathless sigh left your lips as your hands reached up to the back of his neck, pulling him down into a sultry kiss.

“I’ve had enough of the lovey-dovey shit, bend her over the counter, let me see.” Dabi’s gruff voice sounded behind you as you felt Bakugou’s lips curl into a snarl as he broke the kiss.

Gently pulling away from your velvety walls even as you tried to cling to his shoulders as he moved to turn your body around, now facing Dabi as you leaned your forearms against the diner counter.

Bakugou pushed your skirt back up to settle around your hips as his eyes caught sight of the dark mark that brandished your skin, a scar in the shape of a handprint that sat burned into you. You’d never forget the moment that Dabi gave you that mark, he’d made sure of it.

“Ah- almost forgot about that one,” You could tell from the gleam in Dabi’s eyes that he was lying, there was no way he’d forgotten about this mark, “Ain’t it pretty?”

Bakugou’s nostrils flared at the realisation that Dabi had branded you, knowing that was exactly what he would see when he turned you around— almost like it was planned all along. A sick, calculated game of Dabi trying to make Bakugou see red.

“You liked it didn’t you, sweetheart?” He continued, leaning over the counter now so close you could smell his dark charcoal scent.

Dabi’s fingers stroked against your jaw before he grasped your cheeks between his thumb and index finger, squeezing them together so your lips curled into a pout as he leaned forward to give you a sloppy kiss. You felt Bakugou’s hands tighten against your hips at the action, like he was doing everything in his power not to break his resolve, the bruising grip on your hips hurt far worse than it would if Dabi shot you, or worse, him.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck her,” Bakugou snarled, glaring as Dabi broke the kiss to give you a dark smile.

“It’s just a little kiss. Ain’t that right, doll?” Dabi scoffed, sitting back in his seat, “Let’s see if he’s as good as me, shall we?”

Bakugou snarled at those words as he lined himself up with your tight cunt, fisting his cock at the base as he pressed the tip inside you slowly. Feeling the dull ache of the stretch as he slowly began to fill you with his length, your walls clenching around him as he bottomed out, cherishing the sensation of you squeezing his cock as he stilled for a moment.

“And this is the guy you picked over me, doll? He looks like he’s about to cum already.” Dabi laughed, an almost menacing look on his features as you felt Bakugou shift behind you, warm palms moving to your hips as he squeezed tight.

“I’m gonna move now, okay?” Leaning over your body, his lips brushed your ear.

You nodded gently as you felt him slowly pull back, unsheathing his cock from your depths before pushing back in. Each roll of his hips had you pressed into the counter as he set a steady pace, your lashes fluttering as soft moans began to spill from your lips.

“Feel so good, so good for me,” Bakugou grunted, fucking into your pliant body, setting a steady pace as you focused on the sound of skin slapping against skin to avoid meeting the gaze of Dabi in front of you.

Bakugou felt bad, guilty, that he was enjoying this as much as he was. It’s not that he didn’t want to do this, it’s all he’d thought about whenever he returned to his dingy apartment in the early hours after spending each evening with you. Fucking his fist as he imagined how your tight cunt would feel clenching around him for the first time, milking him of his release. He wanted to think of something else, to shut his brain off and end this ordeal as quickly as possible— but when your pussy felt this warm, wet and tight— fuck, you were so tight. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward into your tight cunt a little harder. Savouring every little whimper and whine you made for him, committing each sound to memory as though this was the last time he would have with you.

Selfishly fucking into your tight cunt as he moved his hands to your ass, fingers dipping into the soft skin as he spread them to see his cock disappearing inside your tight hole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Bakugou rasped as you continued to moan for him, every crude sound had him closer and closer to his climax.

“Katsuki,” You whined, the familiar sensation building inside you as you felt yourself begin to teeter on the cusp of your release. Rolling your hips back against his in a futile attempt to try and match his pace as he slipped a hand around your body, two thick fingers bullying your clit as he rubbed sloppy circles against it. Trying to get you to come undone before him, his balls already tight and full with cum as he tried to stave off his climax for you.

“Come on, pretty girl.” His other hand splayed against your tummy, pushing your body up so your back was against his chest as he held you against him, “I know you’re close, I can feel you.”

Keeping his pace as the shift in position had your cunt pulsing around him, his cock hitting that same spongy spot inside you paired with the stimulation to your clit had the dam inside you breaking. Your climax surges through you in harsh waves as you come undone around his cock with a cry of his name.

Turning your head to the side as his lips met yours in a sloppy kiss, swallowing his own groans of pleasure as your cunt pulses around him, following you into bliss with a few more sloppy cants of his hips. Spilling white, hot ropes of cum inside your warm walls as he cherishes the final ebbs of your walls milking him of his release.

Bakugou cradled your body as you both came down from euphoria, soft fingertips grazing your exposed skin as you almost forgot there was anyone watching. Half-lidded eyes gazing up at him as though you’d both shared a private, intimate moment. Your cunt still fluttered around his softening cock as he kept himself buried inside you, not wanting to let go of you just yet.

“Such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Did so good.” Bakugou’s words work to soothe you as his warm breath fans your cheek, fighting back the tears as you daren't open your eyes to look at the man sitting across the table from you.

“Well wasn’t that quite the performance.” Dabi laughed, “I hope you’re fucking grateful that I let you have a taste of her before I do this.”

The final thing you remembered hearing was the sound of Bakugou calling out your name before it bled into the mindless noise of a gunshot ringing through your ears.

One shot.

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[kingkatsuki]

Hello Jo! Sorry I’ve been MIA, had to take a Tumblr break. How have you been? What’s the weather like across that big blue sea?

I had some Bakugou thoughts to shout at you if that’s okay! (Hopefully no one’s come up with them while I’ve been gone…if so, just ignore ope)

Imagining you, the one he’s been hardcore crushing on/been in love with, being besties with a lot of the MHA gals. (You can decide how.) But y’all have this group chat where you all talk about the raunchiest shit. You’re just very relaxed with each other and comfortable with talking about just about anything. Including smexy stuff. Which is why when one of the dudes (probably Kaminari) thought he had struck gold when he somehow managed a way to sneak in.

He’s excitedly showing off the convo to all of the other guys the next time they get together, hooting and hollering over how dirty y’all can be. And poor Bakugou looks like he’s about to combust, reading through some of the things you’ve written. Squirming in his seat, his face and ears bright red as he’s reading how desperately horny you’ve been, how you’re needing cock so bad, how you wish you could just get bent over something and get your brains fucked out of your pretty lil’ head

Bonus points if it’s virgin!Bakugou we’re talking about. He has zero experience with any of this stuff, but after reading what you’re into…he’s all pent up now too. And he’s ready and willing to learn.

It’s okay my lovely! It’s good to see you back! I hope you’re doing okay?💕 I’m really good thanks and the weather is finally getting a little warmer but the evenings are still bloody freezing!😭

I love the idea of a girls groupchat where you can just dump all your stupid sex stories, pick up line conversations or just weird dating app matches. And of course the guys know about this chat and want in! Or even just a little peek at it, especially when Denki caught the sight of a selfie Mina sent one evening asking what lingerie set black or purple.

And of course the moment the guys actually get access they’re acting like kids at Christmas, all of them trying to snatch the phone off each other to search keywords in the chat (and by keywords I mean their own names😭) and Bakugou is trying to act like he doesn’t care, telling Denki he’s fucking dumb for getting so excited about violating everyone’s privacy and especially over such frivolous conversation— and that’s when Denki starts reading out your messages. The whole things ridiculous really, Denki’s now put on an awful attempt at your accent, a few pitches higher than you speak as he reads out the last message you posted about how desperate you are to wrap your thighs around someone’s head and how your vibrator just isn’t cutting it anymore. And Bakugou can’t cope, he’s now sat there bright red with a raging hard on as Denki continues to scroll, “Oh shit— she posted selfies too—”

And the moment he says that Bakugou’s on him like a cheetah on a grazing antelope. Palms sparking as he wrestles for the phone, unsure whether it’s the desire to see the pictures or the desperation to make sure Denki’s disgusting eyes don’t get a glimpse of you in such a promiscuous position.

And Bakugou can’t lie, he’s got no idea what pronebone is, or why a guy found it so difficult to find your clit (how hard could it be? Even if he doesn’t know where it is himself—), but now all he can think about is your pretty face writhing beneath him as he lines himself up with your tight, wet heat.

“Fuck,” He grunts, standing up from the sofa, Denki’s cellphone secured in one of his hands as he rubs the other over his sweaty face. His boxers sticking to his thigh uncomfortably as he came in his pants like a randy teenager at the mere thought of you naked.

The next thing he’s doing is googling what every position you mentioned is, and imagining you in every single one of them while he fists his cock.

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[kingkatsuki]

what about kiri telling bakugo about his big dick problems, and how y’all haven’t gotten him in all the way yet

and pervy bakugo uses this as his chance. like, doesn’t buy it, says he’ll believe it when he sees it

so now bakugo is standing over kiri’s shoulder, watching him try to push it in you until kiri gives up again, saying he even tried to warm you up with his fingers

of course bakugo says you need something bigger than that, and an idea pops in kiri’s head, maybe bakugo’s dick can help stretch you out!

and as bakugo is pounding away at you, not without some struggle from your end, because while he’s not kirishima big he’s still big. kiri is reminded of what a good friend he has, willing to help out so selflessly

but bakugo is just trying to figure out a way to keep getting a taste of your cunt every night now

I’m so obsessed with this idea!

Warnings: dubcon.

But what if you’re nervous about taking Kirishima because you know he’s big. You’ve fooled around a lot, and when you’ve fumbled beneath the covers and given him messy hand jobs you’ve felt just how big he is— and you’re worried you won’t be able to take him.

Kirishima is ever the gentleman though, never pushing you or forcing you into it. Telling you he’s happy to wait until you feel ready, and that he wants it to be special for you. But you don’t have the heart to tell him you might never be ready because he’s so fucking big.

Bakugou notices how nervous and antsy you are, and asks you what’s wrong one day when you’re waiting for Kirishima to come home. And you tell him about your problem, that you think you won’t be able to take Kirishima’s fat cock, and that you don’t it to be bad for him, or have him wait forever for you. And you think Bakugou’s just being a good friend when he scoots a little closer to you on the couch so your thighs are touching, a reassuring hand on your knee as he tells you that he knows exactly what to do, he can help.

And he’s got a sly smirk on his face when you find yourself agreeing with him, telling Bakugou that you’d love him to help prep you to make Kirishima fit, that you want to make your boyfriend happy. Bakugou can’t believe his luck as he’s slowly pushing you back onto the couch until he’s settled between your thighs, your skirt rising up around your hips to reveal your adorable hello kitty panties. You really were too fucking cute— he should feel guilty for this, not only because of his best friend, but because of you too. You really were far too sweet and trusting, especially for someone as downright sinful as him. But that doesn’t stop Bakugou as he runs his knuckles against the crotch of your panties, watching you writhe beneath him as he feels his cock throbbing beneath his pants. This was even better than he could’ve imagined, the times he’s fisted his fat cock to the thought of you can’t compare to the real version sprawled out beneath him now.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit, yeah?”

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