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“M’good,” you hum, catching your own breath.

“A snack?”

“Nope. Just gimme a cuddle ‘n I’m all set.”

Katsuki lets out a huffed breath of amusement. He drops down beside you, hauling you against his chest without a word. His chin settles atop your head, a lazy kiss pressed into your hair, and you can just feel the smile on his lips.

“Can never keep your hands off’a me,” he snickers into the crown of your head. “Obsessed.”

“Funny you should say that, considering we’re in this position because you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

“Tch,” he scowls instantly. “Didn’t see you complainin’.”

“I think you’re obsessed.”

“Oh yeah—me huh?” he challenges, suddenly far too smug for your liking. “Then what d’ya call...” he gestures vaguely across the room. “...all that?”

Your pride and joy, you almost say. If you had any less dignity than you do, you might actually have said it. Your collection of Dynamight items is the best there could possibly be (not that it’s a competition, of course—but if it was….well, you think you’d win). The best perk of dating Dynamight himself is that he can get his hands on just about any Dynamight merch there is.

And if Katsuki has one fatal flaw, it’s that he can never say no to you. Your collection grows with every pleading look you send his way.

“I call that support,” you huff. “Imagine if some random girl out there has a better collection of my own boyfriend than me. I can’t let that happen!”

“Well, do they gotta be right there? S’like your collection is always fuckin’ watchin’ us.”

⋮ 𓏲ּ𝄢 ┆when a villain’s quirk forces katsuki bakugo to spend twenty-four uninterrupted hours glued to your side, the two of you quickly realize that being unable to keep your hands off each other is only half the problem.

⧼ 🛍️ ⧽ ∿ pairings 。 ⸝⸝ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader 𓄲 genre ⨾ tropes 。 pro hero x pro hero, romance, friends to lovers, forced proximity, mature themes, explicit sexual scenes 𓏲 contains 。 ᵎᵎ nsfw, 18+ only mdni, language, mutual pining, smut, dirty talks, dry humping, fingering, unprotected piv sex, spooning, cowgirl, choking, slight degradation, pet names (baby, brat, slut) ꩜ ⋆.˚ word count 。 6.0k ꔛ

꒰ star speaks ꒱ ✮ this fic is based on this blurb ᵎᵎ i posted months ago which has been long overdo. . . oopsie 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

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His body woke before the alarm ever had the chance to ring.

Years of discipline had made it instinct—eyes opening with the first wash of dawn, muscles already preparing for the morning workout he'd repeated countless times.

Except today, he couldn't move.

Not with you draped over him.

The room was quiet, washed in pale gold as sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains. It softened everything it touched—including him.

"Mmph... stop moving, Kii..." you mumbled, burrowing deeper against him.

Somehow, every morning, you ended up tucked right over his heart.

"I've gotta get up."

Your only response was a sleepy sound of protest before your arms tightened around his waist.

Crimson eyes rolled toward the ceiling.

"...You're unbelievable."

Instead of peeling you off like he probably should have, his rough palms settled on your hips.

Big. Warm. Familiar.

His thumbs traced lazy circles through the fabric of your sleep shirt on instinct. "…Makin' it hard t'leave, baby"

You sighed content, tucking your face beneath his chin, the scent of burnt caramel and something distinctively him evading your senses.

"There you go," you mumbled. "Much better."

A breath that was suspiciously closer to a laugh escaped him.

"Brat." "Mm."

"You ain't even awake."

You cracked an eye open and nearly forgot how to breathe.

His hair was an absolute mess, blond spikes flattened in odd places from sleep, refusing to hold their usual sharp shape. Crimson irises blinked open slowly, still hazy around the edges, lashes heavier than they'd ever be once he was fully awake. There wasn't an ounce of tension in his jaw yet, no familiar scowl etched between his brows.

Like this, he looked... younger.

Less like the Pro Hero the world knew.

You wanted to keep this version for a little longer, a secret between you and the morning light.

"Fifteen minutes?" you offered.

Bakugo glanced toward the digital clock glowing on the nightstand. Every second ticked his carefully planned schedule further off course.

Normally, that would've irritated him.

Instead, he looked back down at you.

Your hair was splayed across his shoulder, your breathing slow and even, lips slightly parted as sleep tugged you under again.

"...Tch."

His expression softened in that tiny, almost imperceptible way only you ever caught.

He leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss to your closed eyelid.

"Fifteen."

Another kiss found your temple.

"Not a second more."

You smiled into his chest, "Knew you'd cave."

"Don't get used t'it."

You both knew that was a lie.

Prohero!Bakugo was a man of routine.

He trained before sunrise.

He never missed his schedule.

He hated wasting time.

But every morning, without fail, he let himself fall fifteen minutes behind.

Just for his favourite girl.

bakugou katsuki knows why he is a virgin. it’s pretty simple really despite the fact he is surrounded by beautiful women often. socialites, the new buzzing influencers, actors and pro heroes like.

it’s because he’s obsessed with his job. always has been. since he was a child who was dreaming of becoming a hero, to his teenage years fighting wars to now in his twenties, working towards becoming number one.

women and mostly importantly, getting his dick wet, has never been number one on his list of priorities. sure when he’d go to film premiers for that hero franchise he loves, occasionally a gorgeous woman would talk to him.

but the thing about growing up uninterested in sex and the only women around him being his friends that share the same heroic goals… well bakugou has never been very good at flirting. which again, was mostly okay since he would just walk away when a woman was about to talk to him.

until he met you that is. the first woman to make him dream of more, that made him unable to get through a shower without tugging one out to the thought of you. that during patrols, he’d think about texting you. what are you up to? where are you? when the hell can he kiss you next?

anyone is experienced compared to bakugou. he’s kissed a girl once in his third year of ua. he’s made out with two in his early twenties.

but now at twenty six this is first time having a woman in his apartment, on his bed, on his lap. he feels like a rabid animal. unsure where to put his hands with the desperate need to touch everywhere so he leaves them on the globes of your ass, squeezing every few seconds when all the feelings inside of him gets intense.

he knows he’s flushed red. he knows his dick is hard and you can feel it through your leggings. but you’re so perfect, leading the moment, letting him react however the hell he wants.

bakugou releases a loud moan when you stick your tongue down his throat, breasts pressed against his chest like you want to live in his skin. he’s never felt a woman like this before, he feels as if the word virgin is in capital letters printed onto his forehead.

he hasn’t told you directly he is but he thinks you know.

“you’re so… fuck. this is so fucked up,” he breathes into your mouth and your fingers rake up into the hair on his nape.

your grin makes his heart skip a beat, falter slightly and he swears he gets winded.

you’re out of breath, chest heaving and your pussy is a centimetre away from sitting on his cock.

“why’s it fucked up? you okay?” you brush your nose against his softly, smoothing out his eyebrow with your thumb. “you look hot, do you want to take your top off?”

you’re being so sweet to him and he appreciates it, he does. but as soon as he knows what he’s doing he’s gonna treat you right. properly.

for now, he’s just worried he doesn’t have what it takes.

“oh, err, fuck. sorry, yeah i will,” he mumbles to you, yanking off his white tee from the neckline.

bakugou enjoys how your eyes glow, scanning his half naked body like it’s something you can eat. your hands immediately flatten against his chest. down his toned abdomen. up to his fat squishy pectorals. he’s never had someone touch him like this. he couldn’t be harder.

“you don’t have to apologise, you know. this is new for us both.”

“you’re not the fuckin’ virgin here.” he bites, “i’ve never even had a woman in my room.”

he can tell you like that idea. you inch closer to him on his lap, your hands are back on his shoulders. you brush your lips over his.

“i don’t know how. look at you.”

and you’re back to making out with him. slower this time. tasting all the flavour from his tongue.

you softly bite down on his bottom lip and like a ring of the doorbell, bakugou opens up to let you in. it’s wet peck after wet peck, tilting your head to taste more of him. he’s eager, too eager ducking closer to you, as to not waste any time with your lips off his. you can only think that if he kisses with this much passion, you’re dying to know how he’d fuck.

bakugou tightly grips your ass and without meaning to, he shoves you directly onto his cock.

you mewl like a cat, hips grinding down onto him like you can’t help it. “you feel so good, ‘tsuki.”

you feel good because of him. him.

your tongue sneaks into his mouth, twirls and brushes against his. he learns quickly, you’ll give him that. his tongue dances against yours, licking up everything you offer. you feel his body vibrate, his dick twitch. you begin sucking on his tongue and that’s when he releases a harsh grunt. you’re soaked.

“let me see it.” you palm his cock through his shorts, “let me see.”

bakugou opens his eyes, pulls away from your mouth for a moment.

“i… fuck.” he’s back to mumbling. then stupidly, he looks down at the lump in his fabric.

“you… you don’t have to?” you offer, unsure about his wide eyes, “we can keep kissing?”

“it’s just that… it’s just….,” bakugou looks up to the ceiling.

he’d love for you to touch him, do anything to him but nobodies seen his dick before. sure he’s seen some porn videos but he’s never seen a dick like his in them. he’s googled and nothing said there’s anything particularly wrong about his.

but what if you find it weird, what if it puts you off him completely?

“talk to me, baby,” you push, laying a kiss on his jaw. then making a line down his neck. “wanna make you feel good.”

he’d like that.

“listen. seriously.”

you pull off him at that, sitting up on his lap, your hands at his waist. he is stupidly gorgeous. puffy pink lips because of you. his long straight eyelashes. his beautiful cheekbones and that eyebrow slit.

“i’m listening. tell me anything.” you soften your tone, trying to get the horny out your eyes. your tits are basically spilling out your vest top and you don’t miss bakugou’s pupils darting to and from them every few seconds.

“i think…. i…”

you don’t speak.

katsuki takes a deep breath. he almost shouts without meaning to. “nobody has seen my dick before but me. right?”

you nod with a frown, unsure where this is going. “okay. nothing’s wrong with that.”

bakugou winces. he isn’t built for this. he’s always been attractive physically. his body works better than the average. can run at speed, stealthy, built for hero work. his quirk is best of the best and is only getting stronger by the day. but using his body for sex? that’s something he has no clue about.

“it might not be normal lookin’? like it works fine, i’ve never had any problems with it? but it might be odd for you.”

you’re immediately imagining the worst. it’s not small. you felt it a second ago between your legs. heck, you’ve seen it when he walks around in those stupid grey joggers. oddly coloured, oddly shaped? is it too big?

“what’s wrong?” you tilt your head.

his whole face is flushed. a beautiful pink to the apples of his cheeks. you would kiss them if he wasn’t so serious right now.

he closes his eyes, leans his head back on his headboard. his hands stay on your thighs. you tap his chest.

“c’mon tell me.”

he exhales sharply.

“my dick is fuckin’ curved. to the left. i don’t know why.” he blurts, embarrassment written all over him, “it’s always been like that.”

for him to be this stressed about it, it must be abnormal. is it like a hook? you’ve seen one like that on one of those medical reality shows. would it be able to go inside if you? you so badly want him inside of you.

you shrug. you can’t imagine anything about this man being less than perfect. “it can’t be that bad, baby.”

you rub his chest soothingly but his face doesn’t soothe you one bit.

“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i brought you here and we’re goin’ so well and—,”

“let me see. let me see your dick, c’mon,” you smile softly.

you sink your hand to touch his crotch again.

“you sure? i don’t want you to be put off me like i’m a freak—,”

“katsuki. come on.”

it’s in slow motion. your mouth immediately start salivating, his hands grip the elastic waistband of his shorts. he pulls it down in one go with his underwear.

“oh katsuki. baby…. honey.”

this man has nothing to worry about. bakugou katsuki has on him a cock that can rival your favourite dildos. it curves to the left, a smooth pleasing curve that you already know will hit your softest spots. you swallow your spit, your hands inching up his thighs. it’s darker at the base, twitching under your attention with two round balls (one a little larger than the other) at the bottom.

he is hefty. heavy. thick like a tree trunk with veins darting up the sides. you imagine the weight of it in your mouth. the deep pinkish purplish head on your tongue. most of all, you imagine it curved inside, pushing a sweet orgasm out of you.

of course, this big idiot didn’t know what he had on him. part of you wants to lie, never let him know how good he has it so he doesn’t go around sharing his goods. but you need to, it’s written all over your face.

“you must be joking, katsuki,” you hum, delighted. you run your finger down his shaft.

his hips jolt, eyes lazing slightly from your attention. he’s so hard it’s getting painful.

“what? what? spit it out.”

“you need to fuck me. doesn’t have to be now but someday. you have to.” you whine, “you don’t get it at all.”

“what? it’s not a problem? this okay with you?” he stutters, unable to keep a steady head as you sink down the bed to rest your chest on his legs. now you’ve got your face right in front of his dick, as if you’re measuring the curve by degrees.

you want to lick him.

“you’ve got a pornstar dick. a dick they base dildos off,” you breathe. the look in your eye is wild, untamed. “you’d feel amazing. even if you don’t know how to use it. you need let me bounce on it.”

bakugou blinks down at you. he doesn’t quite believe what he’s hearing, fuck, he doesn’t know what to do about you. not one bit did he think you’d even have this reaction.

“w-what… i know how to use my own dick.” is all he can manage but you shake your head.

you flick your eyes up to him, “we’re gonna learn together, okay? can i… can i…” you flatten your tongue against his shaft and give him one lick up.

bakugou’s sure he’s about to come any second now.

You know you looked good. Moisturised skin, cute frenchies done and hair freshly done with a little colour this time cuz it’s summer, duh! You had a pink, tight summer dress on, a few shopping bags in hand and your lipgloss and car keys in the other.

You would’ve never expected to get approached by a group of male heroes tho. You were minding your business, walking down the street and trying to make your way to your car, hundreds of heroes on patrol and citizens swarming the streets.

“Excuse me miss, ‘you need any help with those bags?” you heard a low, gruff voice behind you, causing you to turn around, meeting face to face with thee pro hero dynamight, alongside “red riot” who was now quickly walking away with a cheeky grin on his face. (w assist)

“Oh—uh sure.” You smiled, slightly confused but your hands were aching you either way. He followed behind you bags in hand as the two of you walked in comfortable silence before you spoke up awkwardly. “it’s kinda weird casually walking with a pro hero.” I mumbled, more to myself than him.

“shouldn’t help you then?” he asked, voice low and explosive like all the interviews you’d seen him in. “y’know you wanted to help me” you frowned, looking back at him with a smirk to see he was already staring at your ass, red orbs quickly darting up to yours. “—tch, oh yeah?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes making you laugh.

he was so bad at flirting.

“So why’d you decide to help me, hero?” you teased. “ ‘cause I know what I want.” he sassed like it was so obvious.

confident.

“Y’think I’m easy?”

“Are you?”

“Find out, Mr dynamight.”

“give me your number then.” he demanded cockily, all challenging and desperate.

“nope. I don’t like your tone. say please” you cooed, making him let out a huff.

you were perfect, fiesty, pretty, smelt good, nice smile and laugh, looked good, funny, looked good, looked gooood—shit, he couldn’t take his eyes off your ass or boobs. Pervy, I know, but he couldn’t help it, and the tight dress didn’t make it better. Best believe, the afternoon ended with more flirting, an exchange of numbers and a hug! not any ordinary hug, a reach up-hands around the neck-and hands-wrapped around the waist hug. A bitch was happy!

𑣲 sucking katsuki off under the desk during his meeting. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡

the glow of the laptop screen lit up katsuki’s face, showing him looking perfectly professional in a crisp button-up shirt while secretly miserable during a two-hour zoom meeting.

hidden below the desk line, the camera couldn't see that he was wearing nothing but black boxers. after all, he was in the comfort of his home.

he leaned back in his chair with a cocky smirk, his crimson eyes completely ignoring the boring charts to glance at you.

you stood in the doorway just out of the camera's view with your arms crossed, growing more impatient by the second after trying to get his attention for the past twenty minutes.

a quiet huff escaped his nose, completely amused by how annoyed you were. ignoring your frantic hand signs, he shifted his weight just to show off how relaxed he was.

his relaxation didn't last long when you checked the screen to see what was out of frame and vanished from his peripheral vision.

his smirk faltered for a second when he looked down, only to see you already crawling silently under the heavy oak desk like a shadow.

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the phone is propped on the pillows, screen glowing while katsuki’s flushed face fills one side and the camera stays pointed straight down at your wrecked body.

eijiro’s been pounding you for hours now, thick cock still buried deep, every thrust making wet, squelching noises as it pushes more of his earlier loads out of your swollen cunt. your thighs are shiny with slick and cum, the sheets beneath you soaked through, and your voice is already hoarse from all the moaning.

katsuki’s breathing hard on the other end, fist working his cock in quick, rough strokes. “look at that messy fucking pussy,” he growls, voice low and ragged. “you two have been going at it for hours and you’re still dripping everywhere. shit, i can see fucking puffy she is, eiji. keep fucking her f'me.”

eijiro’s hips snap harder, the creamy ring around his base getting thicker with every thrust. “fuuuck, baby, you’re taking it so good,” he pants, big hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider. “been letting me use this cunt all night and you’re still so tight. mmph, sweetie—yeah, just like that. good girl.”

your head lolls back, tongue hanging out, eyes glassy and unfocused. every brutal thrust knocks another broken sound out of you. “eiji—haaahh—t-too much, i can’t—kats, p-please, it’s s'deep—i’m—m'gonna—” your words dissolve into high, pathetic whimpers as he keeps fucking you through it.

“you can take it,” eijiro groans, leaning down to mouth at your neck while his pace stays relentless. “gonna make y'squirt again, pretty girl. i know you got more in you. mmph, soak my cock—fuuuckk. come on, let it out.”

katsuki’s fist blurs faster on screen. “moaning like a fuckin' slut...eiji, make her cum while i watch. fuck, i’m so hard it hurts—wish i was there pounding your hole open with him.”

eijiro’s fingers find your swollen nub and he rubs fast, messy circles. the pressure builds fast, your whole body tensing up before you explode again. clear fluid sprays out around his cock, soaking his abs and chest in hot bursts while your cunt spasms wildly. “cumming mnghh—cumming again—haaaahh—f-fuuuckkk...eiji, katsuki, p-please—!”

“that’s it, good fucking girl,” eijiro praises, still pounding through your orgasm, cock glistening. “look at you squirting all over me again. such a messy little slut for us.”

katsuki’s breathing turns into rough grunts. “g'nna cum—fuuck—making me cum with that fucking greedy little pussy.” thick ropes of cum spurt across his phone camera, blurring the view in white streaks as he groans your name.

you’re still twitching and babbling, voice cracking. “kats… eiji… love you—hahh, love when you watch me get fucked like this…”

eijiro slows but stays buried deep, kissing your temple while his hips give lazy, shallow thrusts. “we got you, sweetheart. just keep on being good for us.”

2026 ── 𝓦𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅 @atelphobist 𝜗ৎ

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katsuki’s been close with you and izuku since childhood. and now, he’s fucking you, and every time you whine that sweet, “kacchan!” he can’t help but think of izuku too.

"ah! god, fuck!" you mewl, head thrown back at the sensation of katsuki's active thrusting, warm hands gripping your thighs.

"atta girl. so good f'me, baby." he grunts, hips angling to hit the perfect spot, sweat collecting on his brow.

"mmph! yes kacchannn, shit!"

kacchan. that stupid nickname. he hates when you say it in bed. it makes him think of izuku, he's the one who started with it in the first place. it makes him wonder what it would be like if he were here, if he heard you say that. how he'd react. how his face would get all red for no absolute reason and his dumb overflowing brain would get all fuzzy—

"baby, cut it out with that shit." katsuki grunts. he's scolded you about this before.

"m sorry!" you groan, hips wiggling and grinding against him. "but why?" you pout, and you're super fucking adorable. your skin's all moist and glistening beneath him, a soft crease on your forehead.

he pants above you, slowing down his movements to a reasonable talking pace. "cuz— makes me think of deku. n i dont wanna think about his dumbass while im balls deep in my girl—"

"i love izuuu..." you croon, eyes all blissed out. you clench around him and his jaw clenches, cock twitching inside you.

"i- i know ya do, honey."'

"no, i," you grunt, eyes rolling back briefly, jutting your hips forward. "i love him, katsuki. wish he was here with us..."

"he's so cute," you babble on mindlessly, with little squeaks leaving your throat here and there. you messily brush your hair out of your face, gripping your boyfriend's tough biceps right after. "he's so cute, suki. want him too."

"jesus fuck," katsuki hisses, leaving a light lovetap on your asscheek before bending down and sucking on your tongue.

"you want him here too." you mumble when he pulls away, saliva coating both your lips. "mmmph— you wanna have him, baby, i know you do!"

“Kats,” you sigh. “I don’t want to…”

Bakugo interrupts you, a hand coming up to brush the hair from your face. “Baby, you’re not usin’ me. Ya earned me fair an’ square. What’s the hold up?” 

You actually don’t know why you’re hesitating. Hell, Bakugo loves when you come home and are all over him, climbing into his lap and kissing his neck until he melts into the couch cushions. It actually annoys him how easy his brain shuts off the second your lips meet his skin, an instant chemical reaction. 

Now? You suddenly feel guilty for ‘using’ your boyfriend — it’s stupid. You know it is, considering your thighs are clenched and all you’re doing is standing in front of him. 

“Enough’a that,” Bakugo declares, his voice taking on a low rumble that makes your face flush. “I told ya, I’m keepin’ every fucking moment of you givin’ yourself to me. If you wanna use me for comfort or release or whatever the hell you’re feelin’ right now... it’s yours. I’m yours — body, mind and fuckin’ soul.” 

He pauses, his arms hooking around your waist to press you against him. 

“So stop askin’ permission and just fuckin’ take what’s yours."

𑣲 roommates, katsuki & eijiro, shows how badly they missed you. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡

katsuki had been more explosive than usual during training, and eijiro had spent his off-hours staring at his phone, waiting for a text. the distance left a heavy tension between the two men, their constant arguing growing worse every day you were gone. you just had to take that trip..

when your plane finally landed, they were both waiting for you. katsuki drove home with a tight grip on the wheel while eijiro held your hand from the backseat, neither of them willing to let you go.

the moment you stepped through the front door, they wouldn't leave your side.

they both followed you like a shadow, clinging closely to you. hungry? katsuki quickly heated up your favorite food that he had cooked earlier. wanted a warm shower? eijiro started it at the perfect temperature.

honestly, what would you do without your wonderful, loving roommates?

but the sweet routine didn't last past the bedroom door. the second you stepped into the room in that towel, the lingering tension snapped.

"fuckin' missed you so much it hurts." katsuki mumbled against your inner thigh, pinning your legs back to finally bury his face between your thighs, eating you out with a desperate hunger.

eijiro was hovered over your side, marking up your neck with dark bruises. his fingers were squeezing your tits tightly, rolling your nipples as your back arched off the bed.

[2.6k] smut, exhibitionism, spit, crude language, grown ass men watching a sex tape (bakusquad), afab!reader

“C’mon man, it’s my turn to choose what we’re watching for movie night, it was your turn last week!” Denki groaned, pushing Kirishima's shoulder.

“Fine, but we’ll have to use Sero’s laptop this time, because a certain someone broke mine last week. You know, with my shattered screen and all?” he turns back to Denki, scoffing. “Really dude? I told you it was an accident already!-”

“No way you guys, I have an essay coming up, I gotta use it as soon as I finish these dishes.” Sero quickly spoke up from the kitchen, hands in the sink, cleaning away. “Use Katsuki’s or something. He's not here anyway.”

Kirishima stares at the black-haired boy. “Absolutely not. There's private stuff on there… plus he only shares his laptop with his girl.”

“So?” Denki argued. “I'm sure he keeps his private stuff locked away considering he’s always keeping things to himself anyway, you know how he is. Besides, don’t y’all remember that he keeps a bunch of movies in a file for us?” Kirishima and Sero looked at eachother for a second. “You mean for them?” they argued. “No, i mean that he knows we have movie hangouts.” Denki rolled his eyes. Even though they told him that it wasn’t a good idea, he still gets up, fixes his shirt before going into Bakugou’s room.

“I’ll just go get it.”

A few minutes later, Denki comes back to the living room, sitting between Kiri and Sero, opening the laptop. The three of them groan as they’re met with a lockscreen, asking for a password.

“Ugh obviously….see? I told you we should’ve used Hanta’s laptop, Bakugou’s too private, man. I can’t even get in myself if I wanted to." Eijirou sighs, facing Denki. “Where's your laptop anyway?” he questions, emphasizing on ‘your’.

“Kyouka has it, remember? She won’t be back until tomorrow.” he says typing on the keyboard, thinking of the right password.

“Dude, if you keep typing wrong shit, you’ll lock his laptop forever and we’re all going to die." Sero grabs his arm, already annoyed. “Let's just use the TV.”

“Why does he need a password anyway?” Kaminari moaned.

"Of course there’s a damn password, Sero added. You think bakugou just leave his stuff unlocked?"

"Guys look, we can have a hint here." Kirishima interrupted, making the other two focus back on the screen.

A tiny sentence pops up prompting a simple question.

⃣ my best friend

Oh yeah, that’s easy, it’s obviously me!” Eijirou laughed, ready to type his answer.

The three men were met with a small ‘invalid’ pop-up screen. Confused, they tried Sero, then Kaminari, then Kirishima (once again, just in case), then Midoriya. Surely it’s him right? Hell, they even tried you! However, all those answers were still wrong, until ‘all might’ somehow unlocked the laptop, making them stare at the homescreen picture of you and Katsuki on a beach, on a recent vacation you both have been on.

"Well, that’s not a very good answer" Denki said, scratching his head.

“…all might? really?” Eijirou and Denki questioned at the same time. They looked at each other for a few seconds, exaggerated betrayal showing on their faces.

“I must admit i’m bummed, does he know who his best friend is? surely he forgot to change that answer." Kirishima rubbed his arm while Denki looked for Bakugou’s pirated movie file. “I’m pretty sure it would’ve been too easy if he chose Izuku man.” Sero added, rolling his eyes at his red haired friend.

“Dude, Kats not scared of getting caught having all those downloaded movies?” Kamirari asked, “There’s a shit ton of pirated stuff in there…” he continued.

The living room’s dorm silence is sometimes broken by “No not that”, “We’ve already watched this”, or Sero’s mocking tone of “We can’t watch horror movies because Kaminari is a baby and is scared of those!”

“Shut up!” he huffs. “t’least I'm not a psycho and watch murder videos all night like you!” he scoffs.

Thirty minutes pass and not a single movie was chosen for the evening.

Sero yawns. “ugh, alright guys let's just do something else instead, clearly we can’t decide on a movie.”

“Wait hold up,” Denki speaks up, intrigued.

“I think we’ve found our movie for tonight.”

“Ew, why is he into weird obscure movies? There’s not even a title to any of these.” Kirishima scrolls down the file. “Maybe it’s something illegal hahaha– Ow!” Sero hits his arm while Denki continues to laugh.

Denki then shrugs and clicks on the video, curiosity getting the best of him.

“Woah bro wait what are you doing?” Eijirou stops him, panicking. “What? he must’ve just forgotten to put a title on it, it’s probably just a regular movie, like Spider-Man or some shit.”

“yeah but it just says video.mov” kirishima adds.

“duh, mov means movie right?” denki replied, big smile on his face like he just solved a mystery.

Sero glares at his friends. He pushes his long hair back, looking at dumb and dumber next to him. “Uh huh. Well let’s hope it’s a movie we haven’t watched yet, I'm sick of you guys watching corny romantic movies.”

“Whatever man, just press play, we wanna see what’s that all about.” Denki yawns, already over this whole movie search.

The beginning of the video shows nothing weird of any sort, just a dimly lit room and a bed that kind of looks like Katsuki’s. Skeptical, but not really caring, they just keep watching.

“Ah shit, i’ll be back, my phone’s ringing. Sorry guys.” Sero gets up to his seat, excusing himself.

“We’re gonna keep watching without you!” Kirishima yells across the hall. “Don't care! This call is important!” Hanta yells back before closing his bedroom door.

The video continues, silence completely filling the room. “Is there even sound on this thing?” Denki whispers, hovering his ear on the side speaker.

Soon however, the awkward silence gets cut off by giggles and heavy breathing , making the two men question their choice of film.

“Hell no man, if that’s an adult movie i’m cancelling the whole hangout." Kirishima takes the laptop from Denki’s hands, ready to press the pause button but suddenly stops.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you pausing?” Confused but also pouts of the loss of the device in his hands, Kaminari looks closely at the screen, face changing from confusion to shock.

“Huh… it looks like her!“ he adds.

“I think, i think it is her dude.” Eijirou places the computer back on the coffee table, their interest coming back as soon as they lost it.

You’re barely recognizable, the camera shows you laying down on the bed, wrists tied up to the headboard and white silk sheets in a tangled mess. Drool drips from the cheap plastic ball around your mouth. Your legs are spread at your maximum and the camera is mostly focused on your used and bruised ass, but the most interesting thing is the black tape covering your cunt, making your other hole the star of the show, the only thing on display. The only sound anyone could hear from the speakers was your whining and moaning.

Eijirou and Denki stare at your trembling figure, unable to keep their eyes away.

“—this is what happens when you piss me the fuck off.” They could hear their friend's voice behind the camera, voice low and far from his usual loud tone. “Seeing you flirt with my friends, acting like nothing is gonna happen to you… I can’t let that happen now can I?” You shook your head, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes. He got closer to you, angling the camera to get a closer look at your holes. You whine as you feel his index and middle fingers on your taped cunt, eyes begging for him to fuck you.

“Alright sorry that took so long it was really important– what the fuck are you guys watching?” Sero interrupts, looking at the screen.

“You might wanna sit down for this man.” Eijiro mutters. “Fuck no! Why are you horny fucks watching some por-”

“Oh?” he stops.

Hanta does feels guilty for watching, but he’s fixed on the way your body is trembling in excitement, by the way your pretty face is covered in spit and dried tears, by the way you’re whining softly, and by the way your eyes fixed on Katsuki. You’re being so obedient, despite the obscene scene the screen is showing him.

They’ve never imagined or thought of you that way, the men do feel guilty about it but when they feel their pants tightening, they knew to keep watching.

Careful eyes are fixed on seeing you vulnerable under him, you usually looked so serious and always ready to fight villains, your personality strong and proud. How is it that Katsuki could easily turn you into a puddle of lust, a whole different person?

Bakugou holds the back of your thighs, stopping your wriggling underneath him. “Baby won’t you be a good girl and take what I give you?” you nod frantically, body shaking. “That’s my good girl.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead, then presses his tip to your rim.

You get dizzy as you feel Katsuki filling you up so nicely, never getting used to how big he is. You look at him with half lidded eyes, tears slowly falling down your eyes, wrists hurting from the restraints.

He pushes your legs to the back of your head, making him reach deeper inside you, each rough thrusts make your eyes swell with hot tears. The disgusting red ball in your mouth is muffling your begs while you try to reach for his arms despite your restraints. Your head falls back on the pillows, feeling yourself losing it more and more. He slaps your cheek a few times before removing the ball from your mouth, strings of saliva connected from your lips to the plastic. “You’re a messy bitch you know that? Am I making you feel good?” he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. You're lightheaded, you feel him everywhere, eyes barely focusing on him.

The faster he fucks you, the more you feel the tape slowly peeling off your cunt.

The boys groan at your fucked up state, they’ve never heard a better sound other than your moans and begging.

“Uh-huh… please don’t stop Suki, want’ more!” you mumble, hiccup through your tears. You don’t really know what you’re saying to him as you feel him everywhere. His weight on you, his hands on the back of your thighs, forcing your legs open, his eyes piercing through you. His cock was splitting your ass open, the pressure almost making you pass out. “More?” he scoffs. “Me fucking your tight little ass isn’t enough? You’re just a greedy whore, always wanting to be stuffed full of cock is that it?” You nod over and over again, making him chuckle. “Use words.” He spits. “Yes! I’m a greedy whore! God– I love your cock so much just… please-” You feel out of it, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You feel Katsuki’s thick cock stretching your asshole so hard you start to feel the tape slowly peeling off.

It was obvious that the men wondered how it would feel to be inside you, it’s not like they haven’t thought of it, maybe except Kirishima, who was always so respectful of you and your relationship with Bakugou. In the back of his mind, he still felt bad for watching. Today though, his perspective of you changed for good. You really were nothing but a filthy slut, who’d give any of her holes, just for the sake of pleasure.

“God, look at how well she takes his dick.” Denki confesses, hand eagerly stroking his tip, groaning at the sight of you. Muffled moans and cries are the only thing heard in the living room. The three men were mesmerized by your expressions, Sero slowly pulling his sweatpants down as he strokes his own cock.

“I just… this so wrong man, we have to stop watching this—can you please put your dick away?” Eijirou asks. “If he finds out we’ve watched this, it’s over for all of us.” He continues, holding himself back to join his friends in their pleasuring session.

You gasp when Katsuki suddenly rips the tape off, making you wince in pain. He leans towards your neck, whispering something no one could hear even if you got close to the screen. “Useless cunt, can’t even hold this fucking tape right from how wet you are.” You look at him as he pushes hair out of your face. “Open up." A warm glob of spit hits your tongue as you thank him, his burning palms leaving a slight burn on your ass.

He frees you of the handcuffs before you’re suddenly flipped onto your stomach, lightheaded from the way he manhandles you. “Ass up.” is all he says as you obey, though struggling to keep your knees still, legs shaking. You feel his cock on your ass once again, an indication that you’re not quite done being used yet.

He positions the camera closer to your entrance as he slowly gets inside you, making you both sigh. “Want my cock in your cunt so bad huh? Can’t just get enough of one hole huh?” You don’t answer him, harsh words telling the truth. “That’s too bad, you’re not getting what you want even if the tape is off.”

Denki is a mess, he’s getting closer to his release, while Kirishima tries to look away from the screen, forcing himself up to get water, as he sighs uncomfortably at his tight shorts.

Sero on the other hand, is so focused on you that he comes in his hand without realizing it.

Katsuki groans, out of breath. “I’m close baby. You’re gonna take all I give you right?” His thrusts get sloppier, whining more and more as he gets close to his release, feeling your tight hole milking him. “Cum inside me!” is all he needs to hear needed before you felt his warm load inside your ass. He collapsed on top of you as you cry into the pillow at the feeling, letting him use you without having the chance to cum once.

The three boys groan at the sight of your abused hole, tape crumbled up somewhere on the bed, cum leaking down from your ass onto your neglected cunt. Your legs soon give out, making you fall flat, but Katsuki picks your legs up, picking up the camera to show your leaking hole.

“What an ungrateful girl.” You look back at him, tears drying on your swollen face, "’M sorry sir…” You roll on your back, reaching to scoop the cum off your hole, bringing your fingers to your mouth before releasing them with a slight ‘pop’. “That better?” you wink. He grabs your jaw making you giggle. “My good girl.” he spits in your face once again before the video ends.

“Ugh. You’re fucking gross Denki, better hurry up before he comes back and see your perverted ass on his computer.” Kirishima tells him, as if he’s any better. The bright blonde curses under his breath before running off to the bathroom, shorts barely hanging on his legs.

Sero wakes up from his daydream to his sticky hand, shaking his head before sighing and quickly pulling his pants up, heading to the kitchen to wash his hands.

Eijirou stares at the wall, feeling more guilty than ever, with a raging boner that he has yet to touch.

As Kirishima starts cleaning around him, the door unlocks. He sees Bakugou enter with a few grocery bags, mumbling to himself. Kirishima is too late to shut the laptop off before his friend sees.

Katsuki looks at his (basically stolen) open laptop, screen frozen exposinh your leaking holes and spit covered face on full display. He stares at his red haired roommate, then Sero, then Denki coming out of the shared bathroom. His expression unreadable.

“What the fuck are y’all doing on my laptop?”

for @flwrbo <3

a/n: idk when i’ll stop procrastinating but i’m also moving so i’m super busy… anyway this fic has seen like 4 fandoms but this time it’s the one… i hope. -nami

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Katsuki grips the steering wheel with one hand while his other slides between your thighs, fingers already slick from your dripping pussy. "Fuck, you're soaked already," he growls, voice low and rough as he parks in the empty lot. He yanks you onto his lap, your skirt shoved up, panties ripped aside. His thick cock pushes into your tight cunt in one hard thrust. "Take it. Ride me like you mean it."

You moan and start bouncing on his length, juices running down his shaft and soaking into the leather seat. "Katsuki—deeper," you gasp. He grabs your hips and slams up into you, the wet slap of skin filling the car. Cum and slick drip everywhere, coating his balls and the seat beneath you both.

"Shit, you're ruining my fucking car," he snarls, biting your neck while he fucks you harder. Your walls clench around him as you cum, squirting over his cock and flooding the upholstery. He groans loud, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside you until it leaks out around his shaft, mixing with your juices in a sticky mess across the seat and floor.

Later, he picks up his friends. Denki wrinkles his nose. "Dude, why's your car this wet? Smells like... something."

“kats…you…” you pushing him away, swatting at his massive shoulders but it does nothing. “away. too hot.”

you’re not making sense but it’s because your head is still spinning and blood is rushing in your ears.

“why are you pushing me-hey!”

“too hot. i’m- suki move.” with two hands you shove weakly against his chest and despite not having the strength to move him, he follows your shove and rolls onto his back beside you. “too hot. i feel hot.”

nonsense spills from you mouth as you breath deeply, gulping down cold fresh air (it’s hot air but it’s not straight from the lungs of your boyfriend air and that’s exactly what your body needs) vision that had been darkening begins to clear, your head swirling less dramatically.

the mattress shifts beneath you and the next thing you feel is a cold towel pressed against your cheeks. the relief is instantaneous, a sigh punching from your lungs as you feel another cold rag on your bare chest. soaking cotton is dragged over your stomach, down your thighs and over your calves before it is brought back up to your chest.

“better?” katsuki mumbles from beside you, his large hands wiping your searing skin cool with each pass of the towel.

your response is a pleased hum, lazy smile blooming.

your boyfriend continues to swipe cold lines over your heated skin, cleaning up the mess between you thighs in the process.

“need water?”

“mm-hmm.”

“snack?”

“mm-mm”

a water bottle is pressed to your lips. “drink.”

your eyes flutter open to see katsuki above you, red eyes half lidded in contentment. lips wrap around the straw, sucking down ice cold water to soothe the inner fire racing through your veins. he waits until youre done then takes a drink after you.

“almost made me pass out.” you mumble, fingers reaching out to trace random patterns across his muscled thigh.

“from heat or sex?”

“sex.” you dig your fingers into scarred flesh. “then heat but that was cause of the great sex.”