liar liar | bakugou katsuki
Rated: M
Words: 9.4K
Pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader
Summary: Of all the things heās experienced working as a Pro Hero, Bakugou never expected his dick getting too big to ever be a problem, let alone one in his top ten.
Bakugou is hit with a strange quirk. You reap the benefits.
AN: This fic is 50% crack and 50% raunchy smut. I have zero explanations for this. Also big thanks to @lady-bakuhoe for ranting with me once about the fandoms weird level of hatred towards Bakugou, thus inspiring me to write something for him. Iām so sorry it was this.
Warnings: smut, language, oral sex (m receiving), dom/sub undertones, rough sex, degradation, spanking, choking, inappropriate use of quirks
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Of all the things heās experienced working as a Pro Hero, Bakugou never expected his dick getting too big to ever be a problem, let alone one in his top ten.
Kirishima glances at him out of the corner of his eye as they step into Bakugouās office, red eyes narrowing in concern as he sees Bakugouās gritted teeth and clenched fists. āAre you sure youāre okay, bro?ā he asks, a little hesitant.
āIām fine,ā Bakugou practically snarls between his teeth. Fuck. The tingling sensation starts in his gut, heat spreading through his limbs, and he nearly swears aloud as the sensation shifts to his dick, his boxer-briefs getting uncomfortably tighter. Shit, heās probably up to at least another inch by now. Thank god his pants are baggy.
Unfortunately, Kirishima isnāt so easily convinced. Brows furrowing, he looks Bakugou over slowly, searching for any lasting effects from their earlier scuffle with a few low rank villains. āYouāve been acting kind of⦠strange,ā he settles on after an awkward beat of silence, āsince you got hit by that quirk. You know, you probably should have gone to aāā
āI said Iāmāā Bakugou cuts himself off as that tingle comes back. āIāll be fine,ā he corrects himself. The tingle goes away, and he almost groans in relief as his dick returns to its normal size. āDrop it, Kirishima.ā
Kirishima holds his hands up in front of him, placating his huffy friend. āOkay, okay. I get it.ā He backs off, still eyeing Bakugou warily as he pulls his phone from his pocket. He glances at the time. āLook, man, I gotta go. I have a date in twenty, and sheās gonna kill me if Iām late again.ā His smile is apologetic, but exhausted.
āWhatever.ā Bakugou tosses off one of his gauntlets, letting it clatter against the floor noisily. Breathing slowly through his nose, he peels off his mask as well, setting it down on his desk. Itās fine. Everything is fine. He can handle this. Itās just a really fucking annoying quirk thatāll probably go away on itās own by the end of the day.
Another tingle stirs in his gut, and then his underwear tightens again.
Fuck. He canāt even lie to himself.
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