THIS WAS AMAZING OMG OMG 

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Authors Note: This is a collaboration with a dear friend of mine, @katscki! Together we each wrote pieces about Bakugo regarding the topic of grinding, so make sure you check hers out!! Find @katscki’s version here: When Sparks Fly

Bakugo Katsuki x F!Reader

Description: Bakugo had been trying to keep it together after eyeing you all night from how perfect you looked for him however he couldn’t resist. In a way it was ironic, how the both of you were virgins but couldn’t keep your hands off each other. 

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Dry Humping, Inexperienced Katsuki + Reader, Virgin Katsuki + Reader, Begging, Edging (if you squint), Dirty Talk, Pet Names

Word Count: 1,862

Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List

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You were just so fucking pretty. 

Bakugo could barely keep his eyes off you, watching as you sat so pretty in your powder blue dress, cheering the loudest for him in the crowd when he walked onto the stage. It was just a small ceremony, celebrating what felt like minor accomplishments to him in his career as a pro hero. But not to you, you were so proud of him, all dolled up for the occasion in support of your boyfriend. 

“I’m so proud of you, Katsu, next thing you know you’ll be accepting the reward for the number one hero,” you stated confidently, enjoying the comfort of your own home after having just been in a loud celebration. Now you sat comfortably on Bakugo’s lap on the edge of your shared bed, nails gently raking his scalp. 

Bakugo felt lost, brain nothing but mush as you showered him with compliments and endearment the whole day, still in your pretty dress that showed off every curve he loved so dearly. Both of you were tired from the long day, not even bothering to take off your clothes before crawling into bed to be wrapped in each other's arms. He still was in his hero outfit, although both his mask and gauntlets had been thrown haphazardly on the floor. 

“Baby,” he rasped, hands gripping the soft flesh of your ass to position you strategically on one of his legs. “Fuck, why do you make me feel like this.”

Your boyfriend was quick to lock his lips with your own, tongues grazing each other between several hot kisses of which Bakugo made sure to nibble at your bottom lip leaving it slightly swollen. You moan into the kiss, hands gripping onto his hair with a slight tug that had him jerking his hips up into the air. 

It surprised you how sloppy the kiss was, your boyfriend acting desperate with the way his hands roamed your body, squeezing and groping anything in it's reach. You and Katsuki had known each other for many years, but hadn’t dated until recently due to Katsuki’s adamancy about his dream being the only goal he could handle in his life. But he was just so fucking in love with you, in one overwhelming moment he spilled his feelings which lead to lead to your current relationship, barely being able to keep your hands off each other after dating for three months. 

Both of you had never had sex before, never really going farther then the first date, the inexperience obvious from how turned on the two of you were from the simplest of touches, but with each other it was like a switched flipped. 

He huffs, using his strength to push you down on his thigh, bouncing his leg in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure that ran straight to your cunt, already becoming soaked from the tension that is being built between the two of you.

“Katsu,” you panted, pulling away from the kiss despite his protests but never stopping the harsh grinds on his thigh. “I want you, want you so bad Katsuki.” Your tone was almost desperate, practically begging him to fuck you as you moved your hips quickly, humping his for any sort of pleasure.

He smirked, tensing his thighs so your clit could drag against his rigid knee causing you to cry out and grip his hair with more force. “I dunno, I don’t think you’ll be able to handle me pretty” he groaned, feeling his achy cock strain painfully against the rough material of his hero suites pants. He was sporting a hard on all night thanks to your pretty outfit and support. 

“You won't be able to take me,pussy's too fucking tight for that,” Bakugo whispered, petting your head as he went in to lap at your neck. You whined at his response, practically jumping on his thigh now with a pout on your face. 

“’Suki please, I can do it, please!” But he simply shook his head, pulling off your dress in one motion leaving you in just your panties. “No bra, huh? So fucking dirty.”

The sight of your breast bare to him has Bakugo drooling, quickly moving his head from your neck to toy with your pretty nipples. “No baby, I wanna prep you a couple times before you can take me,” he murmured, lapping at the sensitive exposed flesh. 

You moaned louder, feeling yourself get closer to your high from he pleasurable grinding but it seemed your boyfriend had other plans. He gripped your waist and lifted you easily from his thigh to his lap, where you could feel in excruciating detail the shape of his cock, twitching painfully as it made contact with your pussy through the layers of clothes. 

“Mmn, go ahead pretty, hump my fuckin’ cock,” he growled out, one hand continuing to play with your tit while the other made its way to your panties, just barely reaching below the fabric to grope your ass and lift it up and down, guiding you on his dick. “Want you to ride me just like this when you get the real thing, right?” 

You could only moan in response, loosing yourself in the feeling of clumsily grinding on the imprint of his fat dick, leaving a wet spot on both his pants and your panties. 

Bakugo couldn’t lie and say he didn’t feel just as desperate, mind buzzing from your moans and that hot wet feeling on his crotch. He wanted to so badly take you up on your offer and fuck your tiny cunt until he left you ruined, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to handle all of him. He wanted you to be properly stretched and prepared so when he finally sunk into your tight heat there would be nothing but bliss for the both of you. 

For now, he was satisfied with the way you gasped whenever his cockhead catches that soaking hole of yours. You gripped the orange straps of his hero suite to ground yourself form the feeling, working hard to keep up the pleasere but failing miserably from how hard your thighs were shaking. You were so close, right on edge from your boyfriend’s clothed cock.

“Gonna cum ‘Suki!” You warned, ready to let go but it seemed Bakugo had other plans, large hands grabbing your waist to still you on his lap where he could feel your desperate cunt twitch from being so close. You cried at his actions, whining as you tried your hardest to continue to grind although you were no match for his strength. 

“Relax before the only thing I let you grind on is my hand. Better yet I’ll leave you high and dry, is that what you want?”

You instantly shook your head, tears welling up in the side of your eyes due to how sensitive you felt, even the light touches of Bakugo’s heavy hands on your thighs had you involuntarily twitching. He knew his threats were empty, he was just as needy and leaving you would have been just as much of a punishment to himself. 

Bakugo lace a hand under each thigh, picking you up and laying you flat on your back on the bed before quickly getting onto of you. By instinct your wrapped your legs around him which caused him to smirk. “How bad you want this baby?” He whispered, fingers tracing the outline of your soaking cunt through your panties. 

“So bad ‘Suki so fucking bad!” You cried out, lifting your hips in attempt to get more friction but he only pulled his hand away and slapped your thigh as a warning. “Please, please...”

“Please what? Tell me baby, tell me what you want.” Bakugo grinned at the view, his pretty girlfriends all disheveled and desperate. With his hand still holding your down he leaned down and placed a feather like kiss on your pussy. 

You cried, the small action causing your head to be thrown back and let out a string of moans. “I wanna cum, Katsu please! I wanna cum so bad, make me cum ‘Suki!” 

That’s all it took for Bakugo’s resolve to snap and him position himself above you so he can ground himself on your soaked panties, licking his lips from faintest taste of you lingering on his mouth. 

“Fuck baby, so fucking pretty, huh? God damnnit!” He groaned, rutting into you with vigor, bruise-like grip on your thighs to hold them up for his brutal thrusts. “Looked so fuckin’ sexy in that tight little dress, promise you baby one day Imma fuck this pretty cunt so good your never be able to cum without me, I’ll fucking ruin it for anyone but me,” Bakugo growled, leaning down to place hot opened mouth kisses on your tits, taking the time to leave bite marks all over. 

Bakugo knew sex was supposed to be pleasurable, but he didn’t know it would overtake every one of his senses. Had him feeling like he needed to be wrapped in your velvety walls, needed to take everything you had to give him, needed to pound you nice and good until you looked at no one but him. 

“C-Cumming! ‘M cumming, cum for me ‘suki I wanna feel you cum.” 

Bakugo’s resolve quickly crurmbles at your words, humping frantically when he feels you com undone through your underwear, pretty hole twitching as you gush through the fabric from your orgasm. His name leaves leave your lips and your body shakes, eyes quickly rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure. 

The louder you moaned the harder he humped you, his body heavy on yours as he leans his weight ontop of you, pinning you as he babbles how close he was. He gives a final loud gasp, his hips stuttering and head coming to rest on your shoulder as he whines from making amess in his pants. He cums for a long time, only adding to the wet stain on his pants as he wastes his hot cum. You free on of your hands from under him to place it on his still throbbing dick, rubbing it slightly to encourage him to let it all out. 

Bakugo weakly thrusts against your palm even after he stopped cumming, humming from the added pleasure you gave him. Quietly, he pushes himself away from you to grab the sides of your head and force you to face him instead of watching his bobbing cock in his pants. 

“You saw that stain baby? All for you. Every last fucking drop belongs to you, pretty,” Bakugo kisses you once more, this time softer so you could feel the meaning of his words. “You’re my first and you’re sure as hell gonna be my last, ‘m fucking yours and you better say your mine.” 

Your chest feels warm from his words, it was hard for Bakugo to talk openly about his emotions, which is why he preferred actions rather then words, but this time he had opened up just a little, even if it wasn’t as innocent as most people would expect. 

“I’m yours, Katuski, all yours.” 

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Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List 

 Authors Note: Again! This is a collab so be sure to check out my dearest Amelia’s version of grinding / dry humping (linked at the top of this post) and don’t forget to show some love! Hope you enjoyed <3  Tag List: @katscki​, @libidinous-weeb​

omg I just stumbled across your werewolf piece- I love how you write!!! I would ABSOLUTELY LOVE a part 2!!!! In fact if you decide to make it a series then I could die a happy creature 💀 you're amazing

Authors Note: Hi hi!!  (o^▽^o) OMG THANK YOU I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! Ofc I’ll make a series for you, I’m sorry this took so long I just needed time to figure out a plot.  AND OMG YOU MAKE ME MELT YOUR AMAZING TOO <33

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M!Werewolf x F!Reader

Description: You currently sat at the mercy of the beast that had just killed minutes before, now looking oh so sweet. You couldn’t decide what was worse the fact that the monster wasn’t just some brainless dog, but could comminate to you like a human, or the fact that he turned out to be a handsome man that you recognized.  

Rating: Fluff? 

Disclaimer: Talk of Poverty, Abuse of Power, Non-descriptive Murder, Fainting, Non-descriptive Death,  Cynophobia, Lupophobia,

Word Count:  2,937

Series: Part 1, Part 2

 Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything,  Tag List

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"Thank you..."

The voice of a man surrounding you caused your body to tense, quickly searching for the source of the sound. It was deep and warm, engulfing your body in a feeling of warmth that you could not even begin to process. 

"Who's there?" You shouted into the air, attempting to sound intimidating despite already having a threat laying on your feet. Your voice echoed off the trees, proving that it was only you, the wolf, and the forest. 'Have I gone crazy?' 

The giant wolf began to paw at your leg, rubbing his heavy killer claws gently against your leg as if to capture your attention. The scene before you seemed bizarre, how could a ferocious beast who murdered noblemen not too long ago crave a response from you? It was not possible, maybe he just wanted more food. 

“I’m going to need the food, buddy. I can’t spare any more.” You couldn't help but have this nagging voice in the back of your head, telling you to just throw the bag at the beast since you were going to die anyway. 

Even if the wolf had let you go, to survive the forest and all its challenges for who knows how long would seem impossible from the current position you were in. Not to mention the fact that even if you did survive you would never be allowed back in your village. They would figure out a way to blame the nobleman and knight's death on you without a proper trial. You would be hung by morning.  

Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about your small home and bakery, only three streets apart from each other. It was all you have ever known, a gift sent from a very generous person who allowed you to live your dreams and to sleep under a warm roof. Baking meant everything to you, creating masterpieces from simple ingredients, turning nothing into something like it was magic. 

You can imagine it now, your home and bakery will be raided for any valuables and then torn down. Your house will be sold off to some noble since most of the peasants could not afford housing. The ache in your heart only seemed to increase the more you thought about it. The love and hard work you had put into those places had been destroyed by the events of today. 

The wolf's stillness was broken at your tears, head lifting as it crawled on its stomach to inch closer to you, caution in its movements almost as if not to spook you. Now it rested on your lap, nuzzling your thighs and you gulped at the feeling of its soft fuzzy ears against your dress. That would have been the weirdest part if it wasn't for what followed. 

"Deep breaths.” The voice was now firm, almost demanding, and from the emphasis of the wolf pushing its body weight into you, it was hard to ignore the obvious answer to your earlier question. 

Your hands moved on their own, faster than you could think through your actions, grasping his head and pushing him away from your body so you could stare into his eyes in disbelief. Your head began to feel dizzy as its human-like eyes stared back at you, trying to decipher your reaction. 

"I do not wish to scare you, truly I've missed you, Angel."

Maybe it was the fact that the voice sounded like it was in your head, or maybe it was the fact that you had convinced yourself that this voice was coming from the large grey beast in front of you. Or maybe, just maybe it was the familiar nickname you had only dreamed of being called again. Whatever it was, your brain had failed to comprehend it because the next thing you knew a wave of nausea hit you before there was a harsh snap of your cautiousness, vision fading to black as you were left at the mercy of the beast.

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He was the Lord's son, making him a celebrity from the moment he was born. His father was said to be a nobody before he moved to your small village, just a simple man with moderate money who chose to terrorize a secluded town too far from the kingdom to get aid. 

Everyone hated him, however, he threw his money at people who supported him, quickly buying his way to the top. Eventually, he crowned himself as the ruler of your village, and that's when his true anarchy began. 

The Lord began to create laws to which peasants like your family could only succumb, creating impossible taxes to pay if you owned property. This resulted in your family becoming homeless, to which The Lord quickly moved his groupies into the newly vacated market. Yes, it sure did pay to support him. 

You and your family had been sleeping on the streets for only one week, but it seemed your parents couldn't take it and left you to fend for yourself, choosing that the four-week trip to the next town would be easier without a child. 

At the tender age of eight, you had begged people for labor work so you could make money. It seemed rich nobles loved your sob story because you were quickly employed to do minor tasks like carrying buckets of water for baths. This had afforded you food and sometimes even a place to sleep if the employers were kind enough. 

Up until that point you had only seen the Lord's son passing, always hidden behind a crowd of people cooing at him. All you had known about him was that his mother was the daughter of The Lord's biggest supporters and thus was betrothed to him despite having an almost fifteen-year age gap. 

It was a normal day, you were trying to decide on a place to sleep after finding no luck for a place to stay. You opted to sleep on an old abandoned hammock near a small field of wildflowers. The scent of the flowers and the slow rocking of the hammock soothed you right to sleep and seeing as there were no signs of rain, it seemed like the perfect spot. 

But when you had reached it, you had found that it was already occupied by none other than the young honorable boy. He certainly did not look like royalty at that moment, once an expensive suit ripped and torn, his face caked in mud with round red cheeks stained with what looked like tears. 

You were rather agitated, his father had ruined your home, your family, and now he was ruining your sleep. "Wake up," you grumble, shaking his arm. Maybe if you were a bit more mature, with a bit more sense, you would have never dared to touch someone as high status as him. You called his name, which caused him to stir, rubbing one tired eye and opening the other. 

 His mouth hung open at the sight of you, probably covered in dust from a day worth of hard work, hands battered and scared patting down your dirty dress as you attempted to get his attention. "Why are you here?" 

Your question was rude and snippy, but he didn't seem to mind as he just continued to openly gawk at you. You felt your eye twitch at his stupid face, how could someone who practices etiquette all day be so rude? Not that you were being the kindest at that moment. 

"Hey! I was asking you a question, young lord," you tried once more, remembering to address him as his title. "Shouldn't you be at home? I'm sure your maid is looking for you."

It was at that moment that he had to be younger than you by a year or two, or at least certainly less mature as he reached out to cup your face, pinching the fat of your cheek as if to check something. "You smell...nice," was his only response. 

This only confused you more, but you allowed him to touch your hair and trace your face, almost in a trance from your presence. This was one of the only moments in your life where you had felt important, no one had paid attention to you, always being in the background with no family or friends to share happy moments with. But not you held the attention of one of the most important people in the area. 

The moment was ruined when the little boy's stomach growled rather loudly, to which he pulled back and tried to hide his flustered face. "Do you...do you have any food?" 

You looked down, reaching into the pocket of your dress to pull out a small cake, clumsily decorated with a smiley face and small shapes. It was the result of your first time baking when a maid for one of the nobles you worked for had taught you how to make one. 

"This...this is all I have."

You were ashamed, here you were presenting a rather ugly cake to a boy who had everything. But he didn't reject it or complain, instead he smiled, grabbed the treat, and broke it in half with his hands, offering you one of the parts. "It's not fair for me to take it all if you only have one."

Together you two ate and enjoyed the dessert, beginning to get to know each other over the hours he spend by your hammock. When he asked about his current state he avoided the answer like the plague. The only bit of information he gave you was that he had been locked out of his home due to the maid's not realizing he was missing. 

He spent that night with you, sharing the hammock together as you tried to fight the cold. In the morning he left without a word, and you expected him to forget meeting you and move on. But that was not the case, the young noble was almost annoying with how frequently he visited you. 

"Angel!" He'd call you, after hearing his maid say that whoever had taken care of him on the night he was locked out must have been an angel sent straight from heaven. 

"Angel look! I found this really cool necklace in one of my Mom's boxes." 

Surprisingly, the Lord's son was no spoiled brat, in fact as you got to know him he was rather pleasing, always doing the most to make you smile. Although, no one could deny that he was bathed in riches. You even had to explain to him the simplest of things like wheat fields since he had never been near one up close. 

"Huh? Put that back she might get angry!"

"No way, she had enough. Do you think it will be enough to buy ingredients? I really want a cookie from you." 

Without fail he would ask you for some sort of treat, claiming he became hooked on your baking from the start. In return, he would always bring you gifts, flowers from his private garden, a fancy stone from one of the tables, sometimes even a bag of coins if he was lucky enough to take it without being noticed. 

"'s more than enough but I don't think we should be doing this.."

"Please? I'll do anything, Angel. I really, really want one." 

You two had many adventures together, playing as heroes saving the kingdom in the fields, and splashing each other in the lake. The lord's son has never been known to be a trouble maker, but with you, he seemed to always want to break free. 

"Oh..okay, fine. But promise me you'll take the extra money back to your mom!" 

"Fine, fine." That day he had lied, instead of sneaking it into your pocket. 

Your friendship had gone on for several months until your ninth birthday when he had promised to give you the best gift he could find. You had waited for him by the hammock all day, but he had never shown up.  Just as you were about to fall asleep after angrily preparing your speech to him about lying, the village suddenly came to life with news about the young lord. 

What came next was news that the Lord’s only child had been massacred by a witch who was hanged two days later, as well as three large bags of jewelry piled up next to your head when you had woken up the next morning. 

"You're the best, I can't wait after wanna play in the field?"

"Sure, but this time I wanna be the princess!"

"Okay, but will I be?"

"You're obviously the hideous monster, you don't even need a costume for that one."

"You're so mean to me!"

"Hey, nobody told you to give me the nickname Angel."

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Your eyes slowly opened, sighing at the soft warm glow of a candle and the gentle scent of lavender that made your body melt into the soft cushion beneath you. 

Wincing as you tried to turn to look at your surroundings, head throbbing painfully as you recalled the events that had led up to this, but the memory that had just played only distracted you from that goal. You had often thought about him, grateful for everything he had done for you. 

He was your best friend, someone who was kind and enjoyable despite who he grew up around. Not only had he helped you discover your passion, had his gift afforded you a place to call home and a start to your business, but he had provided you company in your darkest times. He was simply a miracle whose life had ended too soon. 

Once you had gained your bearings you sat up slowly, groaning as your body only continued to ache. You much have hit yourself hard when you fainted. It seemed like you were in a rather cozy-looking bedroom, wood tones and carvings making up the walls with minimal decorating. All the furniture looked handmade and well crafted, made out of solid oak and pine. 

Whoever lived here was certainly the handyman. 

On the bedside next to you was a dented metal cup filled with water which you quickly drank without thinking, your throat feeling as if it would rip apart if you tried to talk from how dry it was. 

When you reached to wipe your mouth a twinge of light shone in the corner of your eye. Your head snapped in the direction from where it came from finding what looked like a small leather hunting bag with the tip of a knife sticking out. 

Perfect. 

You abandoned the warmth of the bed to grab the weapon, dumping out the remains of the bag, and only after deeming there wasn’t anything else useful in it did you turn to look at the door in the room. It was almost mocking you, daring you to leave the room and face whatever took you. You weren’t quite sure if you were brave enough to face that challenge. 

But that question was never answered as instead the beast was sent to you. The door opened softly, revealing a rather large man carefully walking with a small tray of food in his hands trying not to spill its contents. 

Your body tensed, holding the knife up threateningly although you failed miserably from how bad your hands were shaking. The man paused, quickly placing the tray of food onto a nearby table to be able to hold up his hands, trying to show you he was no threat. 

“Woah woah, wait for a second, put the knife down, Y/N.” The man tried to reason, craning his neck to look into his eyes but you refused, instead of watching his hands in case he suddenly tried to grab you. 

“Who the fuck are you? Where am I?” Voice straining from the stress you were under as your fight or flight senses seemed to kick in. You had never experienced such anger or confidence before this very moment. You felt like if necessary you were prepared to kill to save yourself. 

“Y/N you know me, I promise I’m not trying to hurt you,” the man pleaded. “Look me in my eyes, tell me you don’t know who I am.” 

And you listened, you didn’t know why you chose to finally look at his face, but what you had seen surprised you. You had expected some grungy, rather ugly beast-monster who lived alone in his secluded cabin, never seeing the light of day. 

But instead, what you found was the complete opposite. He was tan, slight freckles adorning the sides of his cheeks that were hidden behind the loose strands of messy brown hair that fell onto his face. His pink lips were frowning, revealing creases in his skin and two sharp fangs peaked out of his mouth. Slowly you made your way up to his crooked nose, taking note of his clear skin with no blemishes. Finally, you landed on his eyes, just below two thick scrunched eyebrows creating a rather concerned face. 

His eyes, the same ones that had hunted you down yesterday in the forest, hauntingly beautiful shade of grey, pupils large and focused, seemingly swallowing you whole. However, not only did you recognize those eyes in the form of a hairy beast, but you also recognized them from the dream you had minutes ago, eyes you never thought you would see again. 

“Cassius?” Cassius Chloros, son of Lord Chloros, the boy who was brutally murdered by a wicked woman who sacrificed him to Satan. 

“You fucking god it, Angel.” 

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Authors Note: Uh, okay so about his name I’m a little insecure about it. Idk I wanted something god-like so ya.. I LIKE IT SO IDK DONT BE MEAN ABOUT HIS NAME  Also thank you all for the love and support shown on my monster posts! I know they dont do too well in comparison to anime posts, but I still enjoy making them. Don’t be afraid to request any other monster posts you wanna see!!  Comments and reblogs make my day, thank you!! <3  (´ ε ` )♡ Series: Part 1, Part 2

Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything,  Tag List

craving some domestic relationship fics w bakugo where reader is the best mother in the world bc I dont have one in my life

you’re thinking about him and his boobs, aren’t you

no one ever mentions how spam reblogging is hard work

alpha!bakugou x omega!female!reader • "where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"

bakugou x female!reader • pussy slapping

izuku hc • after a night of drinking

ceo!natsuo x female!reader • thigh riding

TBA

GOD I LOVE TEXTED STORIES SM

telling your boyfriend “i just paid $200 for air in the tires— is that normal??”

ft. izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero

Thanks to some inspiration from @demonbanger Ive decided to start posting my art! I recently got into digital (3 weeks ago lol) so I’m still experimenting but hopefully you guys can see my progress!!

<333

Just Because (Bakugou x Reader)

Tags: 18+, dub-con/non-con (but it’s got a lighthearted(ISH) ending), overstim, degradation, mind break (kind of??? i guess?? not really), unspecified gender but reader has a puthy

Summary: Reader is a villain and annoyed that Dynamight won’t get off their ass when they do crime. So they capture him and decide to fuck about it. This started as me just wanting to lewd Bakugou in a discord server, but as per usual, i got carried away.

enjoy. or don’t. your choice ig lol. also not beta’d so sorry the capitalization is stupid.

when you perch your self on top of Dynamight’s lap, he’s confused at first. when you slide so close you’re sitting on his crotch, he starts to get the picture. he wants to ask you what the fuck you’re doing but he’s suddenly tongue tied. he’s confused about what you’re doing as he tries to wriggle away, but you don’t let him up. you have him on a bed somewhere, with his legs bound and his wrists trapped in quirk canceling handcuffs.

you start to grind on his cock, moaning quietly in his ear. he vaguely knows you, and you’re making him so hard, harder than he swears he’s ever been in his life. he vaguely knows you, and you’re making him so hard, harder than he swears he’s ever been in his life. he’s so embarrassed you have this effect on him. he’s Dynamight! a big time hero! he should have control over this situation, and someone like you with your soft lips and even softer thighs and perfect little ass that rubs up against him in the best way possible...you shouldn’t be the one that’s able to make him lose his iron like grip on his self control.

when you shove your tongue down his throat, it shouldn’t feel this good. he shouldn’t be moaning like a goddamn girl. he shouldn’t feel so good that part of his mind goes blank when you touch and kiss him. he shouldn’t get so flustered and his face shouldn’t be turning cherry red just because of some fucking extra. he shivers, and tries to fight the urge to tilt his head back as your hands move from his chest down lower and lower...

when you finally touch him through his pants, he bites his lip, hard. it’s just your hand, but it feels amazing. you aren’t even directly touching him, and he feels like some kind of pathetic teenager. he starts hoping you don’t notice how his hips are slowly rolling towards your touch.

“H-Hey! Stop—I said stop it!” he cries out, as your mouth moves from his lips to his neck where you kiss and suck and bite.

“I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you like this,” you whisper in his ear. “You’re not—you can’t...be thinking you’re gonna—“ you cut him off. “I’m gonna fuck you. Hard. And you’re gonna beg me to let you cum. I’ve wanted you inside me for so long, and I’m finally gonna make it happen. You’re not gonna stop me—you can’t. I’m gonna make you cum over and over again, no matter how much you beg me to stop.” his eyes widen a bit in surprise. “Y-You what? Why? Fucking cut it out! Let me go, you fucking freak!” he feels trapped, panicked. still, he’s not scared of you. he’s scared of the effect you have on him.

he’s kissed before. had sex, even (not often, but he’d die before he ever admitted that out loud), so why does it feel like he’s on fire right now? why does his body want this so badly when he doesnt? you pull his shirt over his head and bunch it up by his hands, which are restrained with the cuffs. then you slide your hand down his pants as your mouth moves to his nipples.

“Fuck, n-not there...” his nipples were sensitive and you sucking and teasing and biting at them makes him feel like he’s going to lose his goddamn mind. you aren’t even jerking him off, just groping his dick while you toy with his chest. he’s trying (and failing) to steady his voice while he yells at you. “S-Stop fucking...touching me already!” his voice is loud but it trembles when it escapes him. the way he lies beneath you, eyes clenched shut, his face hot and red, panting and trying to turn his face away from you as if the sight of you is too much for him...it’s too fucking hot. the way quiet moans slip out between words and the way he’s biting his lip to keep himself quiet...it’s all too irresistible. you need to have him, now. you slide his pants down and position yourself over his dick. “Don’t fucking—“ you cut him off with a harsh slap to the face, then grab him by his chin. “Shut. Up.” you momentarily stun him into silence as his eyes meet yours.

you hold his cock steady as you slide down on him and his eyes roll to the back of his head as a loud, desperate moan leaves him. “F-Fuck, wait! I can’t—!“ he cums. Dynamight, the pro hero, cums the second he bottoms out for the first time like a goddamn virgin. he gasps as his orgasm rushes out of him, surprising you both. he gets even redder still, something you didn’t think was possible. he keeps his eyes shut, brows furrowed as he tries to catch his breath. you laugh. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Big bad Bakugou’s so pathetic that my pussy makes him cum in under 30 seconds? Not so scary now, are you? Where’d all that attitude go? Come on, let’s see it!”

he still doesn’t open his eyes. he’s made of tougher stuff than this. he shouldn’t be brought to his knees by some extra’s fucking pussy. even with the way you slammed down on him out of nowhere. you’re just so tight and hot and soft and feel so fucking perfect...

his eyes shoot open in desperation when you start moving. “W-Wait! I can’t! I-I really can’t! Do-Don’t fucking—nnhg...fuckfuckfuck, stop fucking moving!” you wrap your hand around his throat and apply pressure. he’s grimacing now, all angry and squirmy, trying to free himself from you. you look him directly in the eyes as you choke him.“I told you. You’re not gonna stop me. I decide when it’s over. I’ve just gotten started. I’m gonna make you cum over and over and over again. And you’re gonna lie there and let me. You don’t have a choice. Got it?” you start gyrating your hips, fucking him in earnest. you keep your hand on his throat, letting him breathe but reminding him who’s in control.

he clenches his hands into fists, legs and body shaking as you take what you want from him. he bites his lips so hard to keep himself quiet that he draws blood. you kiss him and clean it up with your tongue as you run it over his lips. his cock feels like it was made for you, long and curved and thick. he still won’t look at you as you keep fucking him, getting close to your first orgasm. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!” instinctively, katsuki opens his eyes and looks at you. you sitting atop him, back arched, breasts pushed forwards, thighs shaking, head thrown back with bliss written across your face...

“AAAAH FUCK!” katsuki cums again. it hurts but it feels so good. despite the fact that he hates this, he can’t deny how fucking hot you look, perched on top of him, cumming all over his cock. “You-You got what you wanted...right? so get-get the fuck off of-mmmh-off of me.”

you open your eyes. katsuki sees how hazy they look as you regain the ability to form words again. “N-No. Not done yet. Wanna come more.” Your airy, lighthearted chuckle confirms what katsuki had suspected. you’re fucked out but still drunk with lust. your first orgasm made you only want more. you started moving your hips again.

“F-Fucking shit...fuck...”at some point, bakugou couldn’t think anymore. he didn’t know up from down. the only thing that mattered was you, your fucking pussy, and how much your torture hurt in the best way possible. he stopped begging you to stop and started babbling about how good it felt, and how perfect you are. “God, FUCK you feel so fucking good, fuck, don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop. Please. Just keep fucking me, pleasegodpleasepleasepleaseyesyesyes—FUCK! Fuck, it feels so good. Love it, I fucking love it, FUCK! I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t fucking stop, please! FUCK, I can’t stop cumming, I can’t! I fucking love you, fucking love your pussy, fucking love, FUCKING YOU!”

when your hips gave out and you slumped over his chest, bakugou slid his cuffed hands behind you and flipped you both over. “Don’t fucking stop, pleasepleaseplease—“ you were in the same state as he was. you positioned his cock to your hole as he forced it inside you. your legs shook as he started thrusting in you, short sharp movements like a fucking dog. he was so desperate he was humping you like a fucking dog, and you loved it. “please bakugou, dynamight, katsuki, please fuck me more. i want it so bad, please! fuck, it still feels so fucking good, you and your perfect fucking cock, fucking me up over and over and over again—“

when you finally decided to stop you had both made yourself cum so many times you lost count. bakugou’s cock hurt. he’d cum so much he’d started having dry orgasms. and you were a mess. your pussy was sore. you’d squirted and dripped all over his cock so much there was a puddle underneath you both. you tried to stand but your legs kept shaking. the cuffs around bakugou’s wrists made a beeping sound and then opened, but neither of you registered it.

by the time both of you had regained some sense, you had sat up, and reached into a bedside table near the mattress in the abandoned warehouse you had him in. you shakily handed him a bottle of water as you grabbed one for yourself and did the same with some vending machine peanut butter crackers or some shit. You didn’t look that closely when you bought them. “Here. This is all I got right now. Take it.” without thinking, bakugou reached out to take them, then froze as he looked at his unrestrained hand dumbly. “How...?” “S’ on a timer. Wasn’t gonna kidnap you forever.” he blinked, then took your offering. you both sat in silence as you ate. you pulled out a large sharp knife from the same drawer and katsuki immediately tensed, worried you were going to attack him. “Hey. Here.” you handed him the knife. he stared at it, then you, then stared back at the knife. “It’s to free your legs, stupid.” he stared at you. “What? I’m a villain, but I’m not a monster, Katsuki. Not my fault you’re so fuckin irresistible.”

“You...You’re not gonna kill me?” “Nah. Just wanted to fuck ya. And it was totally worth it. you can arrest me now or whatever. Oh, and there’s some clothes for you in this drawer too, and some baby wipes. No shower though.” you sniff your armpit. “Eugh. Didn’t think to bring deodorant.” katsuki looks to you, and blinks at you owlishly. he finally speaks. “W-What the fuck was that? Why—How—“

“Reasons.” you say, and leave it at that.

Black Hawks Down

pairing: hawks x reader

genre/warnings: explicit/18+

summary: reader goes down on hawks, that’s literally it lmao

a/n: okay sooo this is baby’s first smut! pls be kind. idk if i like it but i think it’s alright. sorry for bad editing btw, i’m on mobile :/

There was nothing more that the number two hero, Hawks, enjoyed more than watching the sunrise after a night shift. He loved to sit on a rooftop and watch as the sun rose slowly into the sky. The earth seemed...at peace. At least for the moment. The sunrise was always so...beautiful. Romantic. Beautifully....romantic. Romantically beautiful? Bomantic? Reautiful? Whatever, you get the idea.

At that moment, instead of being Hawks, the number 2 hero, the yadda yadda yadda...he was just a man. A man Keigo Takami. A man named Keigo Takami that has wings. Which...still makes him a man, right? Anyways...a man named Keigo Takami who enjoys the simpler things in life, like watching the sun rise and, well...getting the soul sucked out of him by his girlfriend. So why not multitask, right? Nothing like efficiency! Hawks has always thought of you as his adorable little birdie, and he loves spending every moment he has with you. Preferably with his dick in you somehow.

So all in all, a simple man wanting to share the breathtaking...the breathtaking...the brea-fuuuuck. “How are you so good at this?” he asks as your tongue keeps running down the underside of his cock. You lightly trace it over and around his head before you move your head to suck it all into your mouth and down you throat again with a deep, long moan.

Goddamn...Keigo couldn’t deny that he really hit the jackpot with you. “I’m so lucky,” he sighs, “getting to share this beautiful sight with the love of my life.” You glare at him and suck on his cock even harder, all the way down to the base. He cries out in surprise and furrows his brow, panting out, “Sorry honey....I guess you-hah, oh shit! -guess you can’t really-mmm...see it from down there, h-huh? Oh fuck!” Your pouting face morphs into one of smug satisfaction as you easily reduce your boyfriend to moans and whimpers, leaving him unable to form complete sentences. He may be cocky (heh, bird pun AND a dick joke, that’s clever), but goddamn does he look good like this, face flushed, back hunched forward, wings twitching and fluttering at random. “The sunset is s-so -oh god shit fuck, don’t stop little birdie, don’t stop please! Ah ah ahhh, fuck, i’m gonna-“ Keigo let out a loud moan as his eyes fluttered shut. You swallow all of his cum down your throat as he flops down dramatically on the crate he was seated on. “Oh fuck babe, t-that was perfect. You’re so fucking good to me!” he pants out as he tries to regain his breath. “It’s like...you blew my mind and my dick, and now I can’t even think!” “Well it’s not like you were exactly prone to thinking before...” you mutter sarcastically.

“Dammit babe, you’re so incredible! My cute little birdie...come here come here come here!” Keigo pulls you into his arms, kissing all over your face, across your jaw, down your neck... His kisses begin to grow more heated and slow as he starts to bite down your neck. “Hold it, bird brain! You promised me McDicks and a nap for waking me up at the ass crack of dawn. You better deliver, dammit.” “A girl that keeps her eyes on the prize...now that’s my type of woman! God, I keep falling in love with you all over again...” “How’s about instead of falling you start flying our asses to McDonalds, hmm?” Keigo sighs. “Alright, alright...but first I gotta say, the “glowing softly in the early morning light” effect looks absolutely irresistible on you, my sweet little love bird.” You meet his soft loving gaze and feel your heart melt. “You look pretty cute when I’m going down on you too, you know? I can’t help but be turned on every single time,” you whisper softly in his ear. “NOW TAKE ME TO THE MCDONALDS AND THEN LET ME SLEEP! And then it’s your turn to make it up to me. I hope you’re ready for that.” “Oh baby...you could just breathe on me and I’d be ready for you anytime, any place, anywhere, but...you know. Breakfast awaits.”

Early that morning, as the sun was rising slowly higher and higher in the sky...if you looked just right at the Tokyo skyline, you’d see an unmistakable blur of red and yellow streaking across the sky, a man soaring high with his entire world held tightly to his chest and a smile that made the sun pale in comparison.

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