Kyomi Hann

"Hey Dana," Robby peeks his head out from the trauma room. "Morticia will be up here in 20 minutes to grab this guy, can you round up some nurses for morgue prep?"

"You got it, cap!" Dana shouted back.

Morticia was your nickname to the ED, basically the fucking grim reaper. The ED not even bothering to ask you your name.

"Ugh, I hate it when she comes up here," Perlah huffed, attaching the ID tag to the body bag.

"What do you mean?" Emma asked.

"She's just weird, and she's just oh so happy all the time," Perlah continued. "Like one of our patients just died, we're upset, stop trying to cheer us up."

"Maybe that's what she's meant to do, pick up our spirits when we're down."

That's Emma, always kind and understanding.

The nurses whipped their heads around the minute they heard the knock on the glass door, your bright bubbly smile lighting up your face as you waved eagerly. Perlah turned back towards to the body bag, rolling her eyes as she sighed deeply.

"Hey, Mister Roberts," you smiling as you greeted the covered body laying on the hospital bed. "We'll take good care of ya! Thanks Perlah and Emma is it?"

"Yes, um, nice to meet you," Emma reluctant to grip your bare hand after knowing that you deal with dead bodies all day.

"Oh, come on! I don't bite!"

She lightly shook your hand, your grip strong and intentional in hers.

Meanwhile, Jack and Robby perched on the nurses station, watching you closely.

"God, I can't fucking stand her," Robby said as he raked his hands over his face. "She's so fucking disrespectful."

"Couldn't agree more, brother," Jack chimed in. "Her bubbly ass needs to stay in the basement."

"Oh, she isn't that bad," Dana piped up. "You boys need to watch your mouths."

At that time, you started to wheel the hospital bed towards the elevator.

"Sorry, Mister Roberts. We gotta take a little journey downstairs, but you'll be safe there. I promise."

With that, your eyes settled on Jack. His strong arms peeking beneath the fabric of his scrubs, his silver curls sparkling below the harsh lighting. You turned away, the stare making your cheeks grow hot, a hard swallow running down your throat.

Before you departed, you waved happily to the day shift crew.

"Until next time!"

No one said a word at your kind goodbye, until Dana filled the silence.

"See ya later, sweetheart!"

This was typical of every interaction you had with the ED, always trying to befriend the day shift residents and nurses, but being shut down every time. It didn't help that your crush on the night shift attending was put into the mix, him hardly speaking to you most of the time when you tried to make him laugh with one of your lame jokes. It would lead to your mind racing as you checked in the decedent, transferring and sliding the gentleman into the morgue cooler.

You'd sit there at your desk, alone and in the damp morgue while you typed, filling out the necessary paperwork. You always wondered where you went wrong. Sure, you were the bubbly type, especially in the department you worked in. You always tried your best to cheer up the constant frowny faces that passed by you. You were doing a service, treating the dead with respect and always attempting to turn those frowns turn upside down.

It wasn't until the next time you returned, shyly sneaking in, no one paying any mind to you. Jack Abbot standing there, taking a breather in the "mostly" empty room. You'd meet him in the empty trauma room, the body remaining alone on the bed and his face slightly twitching to a frown.

"Y'know, even though they're gone," you mentioned, your hands clasped together. "They're always around here, in the ED. I see them, they appreciate your work."

This would push Jack over the edge, already losing three patients during the night shift. Him knowing he has to pass of the signature of the death certificate to some mindless doctor, even though he saw the diagnosis fist thing on hand.

His crash out present and demanding.

"You can't just do that shit," Jack gritted out. "You can't be here, all cute and nice. Do you understand we just lost a patient?! Is that not clear to you?!"

You gulped at his harsh words, your eyes not knowing where to lay, whether it was the dead body or his. His words filled you with major anxiety, not knowing how to react. You rushed out of the room, hospital bed in tow, once again following through with the countless procedures of registering the body in the morgue.

You had already had two days off, taking an extra day purely because of the exchange with Jack. Jack noticed too, less of "Morticia" coming around. Especially during the nighttime, his patients being taken out by your counterpart, passing by as their families would up and leave to get some rest for the night.

Though you were annoying, you were always present, always around when needed. The moment Jack called to the morgue, noticing your voice not picking up over the phone, he grew even more worried.

"Where's Morticia?" he asked.

Shen shrugged, not blinking an eye as he took a pull from his coffee.

"Thought you found her annoying? What? Got a crush, Abbot?" Shen smirked.

Jack flushed at this, the red spots becoming blotchy along his neck and cheeks. He looked down, sighing at his boots.

Jack sort of missed your bouncing figure around his ED. Especially when things were turning for the worst on a shift. How your sunshine personality could light up the darkness of the nightcrawlers, them feeling discouraged and relentless.

"I don't have a crush, Shen."

"Whatever you say, dude," Shen said, holding his hands up in defeat. "I don't know what weird freaky shit you're into, especially with her."

Then, two days later, you once again entered the ED. You thought you were safe with the fact it was 9:00 am, day shift constant and present. However, there he was, Dr. Jack Abbot. His eyes met your pacing figure the minute you stepped in. Him slightly limping as he followed you, his residual limb completely exhausted as the fifteenth hour of his shift passed by.

"Hey," Jack piped up, following you into the space that was divided by the curtain. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"No," your voice suddenly becoming gruff. "I gotta take this sweet lady downstairs and another in the ICU." You were unlocking the breaks of the hospital bed the minute Jack gripped you by both shoulders, forcing you to meet his concerned face.

"They can wait," he uttered out. "Besides they're dead."

"Wow," you chuckled, your brows slightly furrowing. "And I'm told I'm disrespectful."

"Listen," he began. "I'm sorry for what I said the other day. I think I was just in the heat of the moment. I mean, after all, I was a military medic for four years. I did what you did, a million years ago, before you were even born, sweetheart."

Your soft apple bobbed in your throat then, you straying away from his gaze.

"Hey, look at me," he said, drawing your attention. "I was wrong, and I'm sorry. I admire every bit of the work you do, I know how hard it can be."

"Thanks," you muttered. "I appreciate it."

"So, are we okay?" Jack asked, once again trailing behind your quick footsteps. "You still seem angry."

"Not angry, Dr. Abbot," you huffed. "Just have a lot of work to do."

The elevator doors opened, you swinging the wheels of the hospital bed to where it sat proper in the elevator. The doors started to close, Jack's muscular arm suddenly stopping the doors.

"Have a drink with me."

"What?" you laughed. "Dr. Abbot, you can't be serious."

"I am."

"You don't even know my name," you hiss. "No one does."

"Oh, trust me, sweetheart," he said, a smug look gracing his face, winking at you briefly. "I know who you are."

"Fine, fuck—," your eye contact with him faltering once again. "I get off at six, you pick me up from here, yeah?"

Oh, so you were that type, huh? Always demanding.

"I'll be here," Jack's lips twisted into a curve. "I promise."

And he was, actually pulling into the parking lot of PTMC right at 5:45 pm. His body was propped against the back of his vintage truck, waiting for you. He was dressed nice too, a button up adorning his strong torso, slacks to match, knowing he'd only be taking you to his favorite dive bar.

You came out of the ambulance bay, your freshly spayed perfume trying to hide the smell of death. Your backpack resting heavily on your shoulders.

"Let me," Jack rasped, shrugging the straps of your bag off of you.

Then leading you to the passenger side of his big ole' truck, him tugging the door open for you. You placed yourself on the passenger seat, Jack slightly limping as he hopped into his vehicle.

It wasn't until Jack placed his arm on the headrest of your seat while he backed out of the parking spot, you taking in his cologne that danced along his wrist, making you almost feel intoxicated. Jack noticed how you fiddled with your thumbs, all small in the seat beside him.

"You okay, doll?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah," you shook your head, trying to reassure yourself. "Just never really go out, no one really likes to hang out around me."

"Let me change that," Jack placed his hand on your thigh, your muscle tensing under his touch. "Relax, sweetheart. It's only me."

It's only him. The man you've had a crush on for a little over a year now. Someone whom he didn't respect until your noticeable absence. The man who didn't give two shits about you.

Once you got to the bar, your legs were draped across the bar stool, focusing on the untouched drink in front of you. Jack noticed your constant bouncing leg, growing restless under you.

"I'm sorry again, sweetheart," Jack swallowed. "I don't want to be mean to you, I don't like being mean."

Your eyes met his, slightly glassy. Tears prickled, knowing you were literally a tier below him since you worked in the basement. You could never meet his level. With that, no one wanted to. You had always noticed how Santos would pay no mind to you, or how even Mel would just walk past you, completely ignoring you.

Pathetic.

"Jack," you choked out, beginning to spill. "Just admit it, you're here because you feel bad for me."

"No, not at all," he said, nursing his beer. "In the days you were gone, I kind of…"

He trailed off slightly.

"…grew to miss you."

It was weird, yet so like him. He was one to pick up on the little details, especially noticing a coworker's absence. You practically shook the minute your lips met his, drawing him into an enticing kiss. It would go on like that for a while, making out at the bar while the other patrons stared and ogled at you both.

Jack placed his thumb along your chin, pulling you away slightly.

"Can I take you home?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Please."

Even though the smell of decay graced his nostrils, he still pulled you into his large apartment. The moment the door swung close, he pressed your back into it, one leg hung around his hip. You were fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, him toying with your scrub top and undershirt. You both were there, topless, and oh so needy. Your tongue raked across his, drawing his mouth further into yours.

His tongue laced the expanse of your neck with hot kisses, slightly sucking on the flesh. Marking you for all of ED to question the next day when you would pick up the next patient. Hard to believe someone can adore the weird girl like this. The cold metal of his wedding ring, absent with meaning, yet cool against your cheek.

You groaned into his mouth the minute he palmed your clothed crotch. You jerking his hips closer to you, his half hard junk pressing into your center. Your arms would be wrapped around his neck, feeling the harsh lines and wrinkles that adorned his freckled skin.

He'd carry you, slightly wavering under his prosthetic. He'd push you into the soft mattress. Him disregarding your scrub bottoms, laying abandoned on the floor. All while you unbuttoned his slacks, slightly freeing him of his restraint.

He wanted to take his time with you. For one, he hadn't done this in a while, a woman in his bed. Second, with him growing older, his cock didn't work all that great anymore. Yet for you, it was ripe and ready more than ever, pre cum bubbling from the flush head.

He followed your movements, undressing his cock for you. His fingers ramming into your cunt beyond the barrier of your panties. The warmth only made his length grow even more solid. You moaned beneath him as his digits curled into your wetness.

It was warm and tight, the digits thrusting into your folds. Your jaw fell slack at the movements, you bowing and bending beneath his touch while he released himself free. He'd fist his cock, so big even in his large hands. It was a sight, him jerking himself off while he pumped his fingers into your pussy.

"That's it, be a good girl for me, yeah?"

Oh and you would be, your thighs splayed, exposing your glittery cunt to him. He'd moan as he pumped himself, running his inches along the slick folds. Jack, who would sweep his length along your clit, your wetness meeting his own, lubing you up for even more of him.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," his words hovering heavily above your mouth. "C'mon, say it, sweetheart."

"Yes, Jackie," you whimpered. "Want you to fuck me."

He would, diving deep inside your beckoning walls, moaning at the feeling of how he filled you up. He would sit there for a moment, taking in how your hips would buck against his own. His thumb fiddled with your begging bud while he pumped his hips into you, stretching you with every thrust.

His nails dug into your sides, whether it was at your waist or the fat of your hips. The slight angle of him leaning on his good leg adding to the pleasure. Little moans leaked from your chest.

"Fuck—, baby," he hissed. "Keep making those pretty sounds for me, need to hear you."

Here he was, fucking the weird girl. Robby would probably notice the post sex glow from Abbot, especially with the fact that he hadn't gotten any action in ages. Oh geez, and a pretty little thing like you? That would be a whole story, an HR nightmare.

You constricted around him, tightening around his helpless thrusts. It made Jack place his hand at your side, steadying himself against his bed. His fingers still playing with your clit, making your hips ride into his digits and draw his length deeper into you.

He crushed his lips into yours while he dived into you. The hilt of his cock meeting the hairs that decorated your pussy.

"Jackie—, nngh!" you exclaimed. "I'm gonna c-cum."

"Yeah? Gonna cum around this old man's cock?"

"Yes—," you gritted out. "Fuck, yes—. Oh my god, you feel so good inside me."

"Fuck, cum for me, weird girl."

Whenever his fat cock is bullying your cervix, your slick walls molded to his shape, you always feel the pressure on your bladder with every thrust. 

Today, he’s already drawn three or four orgasms from you, and your cunt feels raw. So sensitive that every pass of his fingers over your clit sets your nerves aflame and your hips buck wildly.

“Jack,” you gasp. 

All you get in reply is him shushing you. 

“Take it, baby,” he grunts, “you’re doing so good. Just take Daddy’s cock.”

One of his arms is planted next to your head, where he stabilizes himself. The thick cords of muscles work every time he rolls his hips towards yours. You’re so boneless by now that your head has lolled to the side, your eyes transfixed on his forearm. If you had a little more strength left in you, you’d bite down hard on the sun-kissed flesh just to have something of him between your teeth. 

You’re ripped out of that daydream when Jack’s other hand suddenly presses down on your stomach. He only means to feel himself—the way his cock slides into you and slightly distends the ceiling of your lower tummy. But he presses a little too hard, too deep, and you squeal with surprise when you feel the pressure in your pelvic area. 

Jack stops immediately, his brows knitting together. 

“What? You okay, baby? Am I hurting you?” he asks hurriedly.

You feel your face heating up (even more) as you shake your head. 

“No,” you stammer, “I… that… you’re gonna make me… that makes me feel like I have to pee.”

You can almost see how the information enters Jack’s ears and travels up to his brain, where it sits for a second before his eyes light up. 

“Yeah?”  He grins and resumes his thrusts, his hand remaining on your tummy. He doesn’t push down yet. 

The level of smugness on his face should be studied. 

The heat between you rebuilds after the brief interruption, and you almost forget what had been one of the most embarrassing moments ever to you.  But to Jack? That was information worth millions. 

He kisses your neck and hikes up one of your legs to aim even deeper into you, then watches your face. With your eyes closed, you don’t notice just how intensely he examines every micro-expression you make, including the light twitch of your brows when he goes particularly deep. 

His palm is warm against your belly, grounding you—until it doesn’t. 

Jack smirks as you squeal again while his hand presses down right above your pubic bone.  

“Ja-ack,” you gasp, “stop it.”

He shakes his head and fucks into you deeper as he keeps up the pressure on your bladder.

“Just let go, baby,” he instructs, “c’mon. Make a mess for me.”

You shake your head, your face now uncomfortably hot. 

“No, Jackie, please,” you beg. 

Your plea falls on deaf ears.  He holds you down with that hand on your belly and keeps aiming his tip right at your G-spot. Your thighs tremble as you whimper. 

“J-Jack, please,” you try again.

“That’s not your word, sweetheart,” he reminds you. “C’mon, trust me. Make a mess on Daddy’s cock.”

You whine and beg, torn between chasing the pleasure growing in your core and saving yourself from a huge embarrassment. 

In the end, it’s not like you have a choice. Jack’s rhythm leaves you no other option but to cum, and the second he hears that high-pitched moan spill from your lips, he intensifies how hard he pushes down on your tummy. 

When you cum, your juices spray everywhere. Jack watches with amazement, not quite letting up as you soak his cock and sheets, your wetness dripping everywhere. He twitches inside you as you keep squirting with every roll of his hips until you’re empty. 

“Sit up, sweetheart.” “Uncross your legs.” “Laptop higher.” “Relax your jaw.” 

He knows he’s a perpetual nuisance, aware he sounds like someone’s dad, can practically hear the eye-roll you swallow every time. 

He also knows it embarrasses you, especially at work, where your face goes warm when he corrects you within earshot of other people. And it isn’t that he sets out to make you squirm, though he’d be lying if he said he got nothing out of that quick little fluster he can pull from you with a word, a hand, a look. 

It’s just that once he notices you folded in on yourself for too long, something in him firms. His voice drops into that clipped, authoritative register, flipping a switch to brisk certainty and command, and by then it’s already too late to pretend you’re not going to listen. 

So when he catches you slouched at the station again, practically kissing the monitor, he doesn’t hesitate.

Steps in behind you. His palm fits against the ridge of your upper back, heat seeping straight through the thin cotton.

“Up.”

You mutter, “I hate you,” eyes never leaving the vitals grid, and Jack takes it as the green light it is.

His thumb glides from back to shoulder to nape. The opposite hand curves under your jaw’s hinge, guiding your head until your spine clicks back to neutral while the entire nurses’ station pretends their screens are riveting. 

Public proof that your posture, and maybe the rest of you, answers to Dr. Abbot’s touch far faster than to your own irritation. 

“There’s a whole skeleton under all that,” he observes dryly. “Try using it.”

You bat at his hand, a half-hearted slap. “Stop manhandling me at work.”

He ignores that, drops the chair one notch (ignoring your surprised squeak too), angles the monitor to proper eye level, then squares your shoulders with both palms. A measured squeeze follows, equal parts reassurance and warning.

“Better,” he decides. “And if I catch you bent over that phone again, I’m taking it.”

He likes the line of you best when he’s the one arranging it. 

You figure that out later, breathless and flushed, forehead buried in his sheets while he kneels behind you, two sure hands repositioning your ass in the air like he’s smoothing kinks from an instrument only he can tune.

“Uh-uh,” he grunts, and you’re too far gone to know what he means until his palm presses between your shoulder blades and eases you down, down, down, your hips staying high as your face sinks into the pillow. “Arch for me — c’mon, deeper bend, don’t cheat your lower back.” 

Your breath catches when he palms the dip he’s just created, fingers splaying and then he’s sliding his cock in your folds slow. It earns a pleased mewl from you, angle perfect because he’s engineered it that way. 

Every push has a tiny corrective tap — shoulders down, knees wider, perfect girl — until your pussy clenches and drips all over his rigid stomach and he finally lets you break form, hips snapping while his palm settles, triumphant, at the very spot that first straightened you hours ago.

MARIA NOTE hello this is my trying out little blurbs/drabbles bc this random thought rlly evoked something in me... don't know how to feel it ab. it feels naked without my fun graphics but alas! and the tiny text??? what do we think?? yes or no i'm in the middle right now so feel free to share opinions... it looked a little strange as regular but idk i'm lowkey having an existential crisis over this ok bye

You tossed your bag onto the couch, spinning around to face him. “Why do you think every damn man in the world who interacts with me is flirting with me?”

“‘Cause they are,” Bakugou said bluntly, kicking his shoes off.

You rolled your eyes. “Just ‘cause you’re attracted to me doesn’t mean everyone else is. Some people just happen to exist near me.”

“Yeah? Well that fucker was flirting with you,” Bakugou huffed, unclasping his watch and sliding his rings off before setting them down on the kitchen counter. 

“He’s a new teacher at the school and I was just training him.”

“Yeah, ‘training.’ Is that why he was so fuckin’ close to you?” Bakugou retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He was just looking over my shoulder at my desk!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation. 

“You don’t get that fuckin’ close to somebody ‘less you got feelings for ‘em.”

“In what world does that happen?”

“This fuckin’ one!” Bakugou exclaimed, getting more and more frustrated with you as his brows furrowed so much a vein was popping out in his forehead.

But he wasn’t the only frustrated one and you simply rolled your eyes, turning around and walking towards your bedroom. “I’m over this.”

“Nah,” Bakugou said, storming after you. “You don’t get to walk away from me. Not for this shit.”

“Watch me.”

Before you could slip into the bathroom and lock the door on him, which was your initial plan, Bakugou grabbed hold of your wrist, stopping you.

You whipped your head to look at him, eyes widened and enraged. “You don’t get to be possessive, Katsuki. Not for stupid shit like this. I’m not going to listen to you.” 

You stared back at him, clenching your jaw. “So what? I’m supposed to stay away from him now? Just ‘cause you’re delusional?”

“I’m not fuckin’ delusional.”

You shook off his grip around your wrist. “Yes you are!”

“You need to stop bein’ so fuckin’ nice to everybody, Y/N,” Bakugou said, pointing a finger at you and taking a step closer and you took one backwards, your back meeting the wall. “Not everybody has good intentions.”

You rolled your eyes. “What, so that’s why you’re an asshole all the time?” Bakugou didn’t even respond, his eye twitching giving away how he was feeling.

You pressed your palms against his chest, attempting to push him away. “You’re pissing me off, Katsuki. Get away from me.”

But he didn’t budge. “No.”

It was no use. The more you pushed the more rigid his body became and to be fair, he was all muscle; there was no way you’d ever beat him in this.

You slammed your hands against his chest in frustration, looking up at him. “You’re so fucking annoying!”

Bakugou just stared back at you as you glared up at him and it was like a switch flipped in both of your heads at the same time. It didn't take long for you to reach out to each other, your lips practically smashing against his.

Bakugou pushed you up against the wall, his hands aggressively pulling down your pants and panties in one swift motion. You grabbed the hem of his shirt, sliding it up and tossing it aside.                                                     

He spun you around, two fingers angrily rubbing against your clit, causing you to gasp. He wrapped his arm around your chest, keeping you in place against his chest, your fingers gripping his arm.

“Always testin’ my fuckin’ patience,” Bakugou gritted out through clenched teeth, his fingers sinking into your pussy as he rapidly moved his fingers. 

“Y-You’re the one testing mine,” you choked out stubbornly, gasping at the speed he was fingering you. Usually Bakugou liked to take his time with you and draw out your climax as excruciatingly long as he possibly could. 

But he was pissed.

“Already this fuckin’ wet,” he cooed in your ear, the squelching of your pussy against his fingers echoing in the bedroom. “Had the nerve to pick a fight with me with this wet ass pussy.”

“S-Shut up,” you sputtered, squeezing your eyes shut as his palm ground down against your clit. Your toes curled against the hardwood floor and despite how frustrated you were and wanting to hold out longer, Bakugou was making it his mission to make you come quick. 

And come quick you did.

You clenched your thighs around his hand, knees shaking as your orgasm washed over your body, suppressing your whimpers to the best of your ability.

Before your body could even recover from your orgasm, Bakugou pulled his fingers out, turning you around and pushing you back onto the bed. You looked up at him in anticipation, watching with hungry eyes as he unbuckled his belt and took his pants and boxers off. You proceeded to do the same with your shirt, unbuttoning it as quick as you could and tossing it aside along with your bra. The two of you did this in silence, practically glaring at each other as the tension only increased in the room.

Bakugou grabbed you by the hips, maneuvering you so you were in the center of the bed and he nestled his body in between your legs, his dick pressing against your slick folds.

He bent down and kissed you, his lips aggressively moving against yours and you kept up with him, refusing to let him dominate you. You gasped into his mouth when he shoved his cock inside you without warning, his thick shaft stretching you out.

Bakugou smirked. “What, you’re not gonna say shit now?”

You glared at him, hands pressed against his chest. Before you could bite out a threat, Bakugou started moving his hips, his cock ramming in and out of you.

He pushed your knees so close to your body that they practically touched your shoulders and he hovered slightly while he thrusted.

“Fuck!” You cursed, your hands gripping his arms that kept your legs in place. 

“Where’d all that fire go, princess?” He asked in between your whimpers. “Thought I was pissing you off.”

You bit your lip, attempting to curse him out but the sensation of the speed of his cock going in and out was too much for your brain to process. “K-Kats-uki–” You moaned.

Bakugou’s face broke out into a shit-eating grin, satisfied now that you were moaning his name. “Should record you like this,” he said in between his pants, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. “You under me, cryin’ my name out. Should sent it to that fucker from school.”

“Y-You’re insane–” You managed to choke out, screwing your eyes shut as the pleasure of his cockhead kissing your sweet spot repeatedly became too much.

Bakugou stopped his movements, his cock still rammed all the way inside you. He dipped his head down so his face was inches from you. “You’re fuckin’ mine, got it?”

You clenched your teeth. As much as his possessiveness and jealousy frustrated you at times, you couldn’t help how your clit throbbed just hearing him. “Just s-shut up– and fuck me–”

Before you could finish your sentence, Bakugou pulled out of you, grabbing your waist and flipping you over so you were flat on your stomach. Then he took you by the hips, propping your ass up and then slid his dick back inside you hard enough to make your toes curl. 

“Shit!” You said with a gasp, arching your back.

He brought a hand down and slapped your ass. “You don’t get to call the shots,” he hissed, grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back as he continued to fuck you, his hips snapping back and forth. “Not when you’re under me takin’ my dick like a good fuckin’ girl.”

You could barely breathe with your face squished against the pillows, gasping for air from the intensity of his cock. Any time Bakugou thought you were getting too quiet, he’d slap your ass, earning him a yelp and a whimper from you as your walls began to tighten and clench around his dick.

It didn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit you, tears stinging your eyes as your nails dug into your palms. Your legs shook beneath you and your screams were muffled against the sheets. 

You were creaming around Bakugou’s dick and that coupled with your moans and the way your pussy was gripping his cock was enough to make him come. Ropes of come spurted out of him and he groaned, making sure to ram himself as deep inside as he could to ensure that you milked every last drop out of him.

When he pulled out, your body went limp and he sat back on his heels, watching with satisfaction as his come trickled out of you. Only then did he collapse beside you.

For a moment you were both quiet, only the sound of the electrical hum from the lights along with both of your panting as you attempted to catch your breaths filling the room.

You turned your head so you could see him, your body throbbing. “Okay… maybe he was flirting…”

Bakugou whipped his head over to your direction. “Now you fuckin’ agree with me?”

You propped yourself up slightly with your elbows. “You were annoying me. I couldn’t just agree with you.”

“Unbelievable,” Bakugou mumbled, turning his head so he faced the ceiling and closed his eyes. 

You pushed your body up, arms shaking as you did so, and sat up, looking down at him. “Sit against the headboard,” you ordered.

Bakugou’s eyes shot open, glancing at you. “Why?” He asked, his eyes flashing with excitement. 

“‘Cause you’re pissing me off again and you don’t get to call the shots all the time,” you huffed, leaning over to your nightstand and opening one of your drawers.

Bakugou’s swollen lips curled up into a smile and he was quick to sit up, listening to your orders and pressing his back against the headboard.

When he saw the handcuffs in your hands, it was enough to make his dick harden in seconds, watching hungrily as you went over and straddled him. 

“f- fuck, baby. you look so hot.” he mumbled, his large hand splaying out across your lower back. you moaned as you fought to keep your ass up in the air, legs growing more tired by the second.

jack noticed the tremble in your thighs, slowing down with a grunt. “what? too much?” he asked gently, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder.

“mhm. no.” you shook your head. “just tired.”

jack hummed before pulling out of you completely, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing in desperation. “i have an idea. lie still.” he told you, giving your hip a reassuring squeeze.

you sighed in content as you relaxed your body and waited for your boyfriend to return.

you heard the sound of a drawer opening and some rummaging before jack found what he was looking for.

the familiar sound of a soft buzz coming to life made you immediately shoot up from your place. your face flushed a deep red when you saw what was in his hands.

“jack! what the fuck!” you spat, reaching to grab it from him.

“ah ah, not so fast, baby. i said to lie still.” jack tutted as he guided you back down by your shoulder, switching off the toy as he did so.

“now. do you wanna tell me what this is? i found it while looking for my card the other day.” he asked slowly, watching for your reaction as he dipped a finger between your thighs to toy with your still soaked cunt.

“it’s nothing.” you mumbled in embarrassment, looking anywhere but jack and your toy that now looked small in his hands.

“this is nothing?” he raised an eyebrow in suspicion before spreading your thighs. “why do you even have this in the first place? do i not satisfy you?” jack asked, his tone a mix of uncertainty and teasing.

“no! that’s not it! you- you do more than satisfy me! i just- i got it for when you’re working late.” you scrambled to reassure him, reaching to hold his hand.

“i can’t do it myself.” you admitted, quieter now. “i can’t make myself feel as good as you make me. so i bought that.”

jack couldn’t hide the grin that graced his face. “how about i make you feel extra good, huh? i wanna try. see what you do when i’m not here.”

a small whine left your lips as you watched jack pick up the vibrator again and turn it on. you let your thighs fall further apart, helping jack to settle between your legs again.

“she’s even wetter than before.” jack cooed as he spread your folds, the slick dripping onto your thighs.

he pressed the toy to your clit, watching in awe when you immediately moaned and jerked up towards his. “j- jack, fuck.”

he dipped down to press a hot kiss to your mouth before lining up with you and pressing in again, sliding in smoothly from how soaked your pussy was.

you moaned into his mouth before reaching to claw at his back. the two sensations from your clit and getting filled by jacks thick cock was overwhelming you couldn’t even think straight.

“i feel her squeezing me so tight, sweetheart. that feel good?” he groaned into your ear, keeping the vibrator firm against your throbbing clit.

“j- jackie, ‘m gonna- oh my god-“ you gasped, thighs clenching around him as your lower half felt like it was going to burn from the amount of stimulation.

jack kept his deep, steady rhythm as you came around him hard, moaning louder than he’d ever heard from you before.

it wasn’t long before he was thrusting roughly into you, spilling his load the deepest he could possibly get it.

the feeling quickly became too much, your hands reaching to pull the toy away from your now oversensitive clit. “‘s too much, p- please-“ you whimpered, pleading jack with your hazy, blissed out eyes.

he relented and turned the toy off quickly, tossing it somewhere on the bed you couldn’t see. jack pulled out his softening cock with a grunt, moving to cradle you in his large arms.

“i’ve never seen you cum that hard before, sweetheart. maybe we’ll have to do that again..” he mused before pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

Jack never thought he'd be one of those guys.

One of those creepy old guys that have a favourite porn star, or pays for prostitutes. He's only been to a strip club once in his life when he was in the army. He'd been dragged by one of the older guys and Jack had tried to say that he had a fiance. That only made him try harder, spouting some bullshit about not being able to get married until Jack experienced the "full range of the female species" whatever the fuck that meant. Jack stopped fighting, and slipped back to the barracks as soon as his very awkward lap dance was over and called his future wife in tears.

All this to say, Jack is not a pervert.

But it's hard to be sure of this fact when he's scrolling through the options on the portal pussy website.

He's been in kind of a weird head space lately. He's felt more secure recently, almost like he's ready to start dating again but every time he thinks about going out to a bar with the explicit purpose of talking to women, or one of those godforsaken apps, his hands get clammy and he feels the begging of a panic attack starting to set in.

So maybe he's not quite ready for that step, but he's getting tired of his hand.

He doesn't even look at the thing for the first two weeks he has it, disgusted with himself for actually going through with it. The small round container with a twist off lid sits next to his bed, mocking him, reminding him of how low he's stooped.

But then his wedding anniversary rolls around. And his wife's side of the bed is still so empty.

He caves. He reaches over and twists the lid open. He's half hoping it'll be empty, that he got scammed and his credit card numbers are now on the dark web somewhere.

Instead, plump folds and pretty skin stare back at him. Guilt radiates from him in waves as he brings the container up to his nose and take a deep breathe.

Fuck, it's been too long.

His hand twitches at his side and he gives in. It's a bit strange at first, not knowing what someone's face looks like when you're pulling apart their outer folds with your fingers, looking at what you're working with. He has none of his usual tells to figure out if he's doing good or not - no changes in expression, no whispers in his ear, no full body shudders as they fall apart on his fingers.

But he's never backed down from a challenge before. He eases into it. His fingers slip through with no resistance. From the outside he doesn't have much indication about what you feel, but his mother raised a gentleman so he rubs slow circles on your clit first.

He laughs as your cunt clenches around nothing. He teases you more, two fingers sliding along your lips just ghosting over your entrance, his thumb keeping light pressure on your clit. He wishes he could see her face.

After he thinks she's had enough he slips one finger side, moaning at wet it makes when he flexes his fingers. Fuck, he missed this. He massages her walls, finding that spot that makes her squeeze his fingers.

His cock is straining against his pants. He ignores it for now, too entranced on working on the task at him. He hesitates, bringing it up to his lips. But curiosity gets the better of him. He leans forward, sucking her clit into his mouth, smiling to himself has she cums undone for him

*****

Of course, of course this new guy would chose now to use your pussy for the first time.

You slump against the bathroom door, reaching behind you with shaky hands until the lock clicks into place.

You got the notification that you had a new buyer two weeks ago. And since then nothing, you don't even think that that he's opened the damn thing in that time. And you've been wearing your special panties for your contractually obligated time, but your alarm didn't go off and you rushed to make it to your shift on time, completely forgetting about your side hustle.

You slump against the sink, biting down on your fist to keep from moaning out.

You're a little pissed off, the first time your client is actually good at sex and you're at work. You're still new to this, your past two clients never gave a shit about your body. They'd use your pussy without so much as touching your clit. Which didn't surprise you, you'd only signed up to make some extra cash during residency.

But this new client was playing your body like a damn fiddle.

It was difficult enough to ignore when he was teasing your folds while you were trying to explain the disimpaction procedure to your elderly patient. But then his stupidly thick fingers had stretched you open and you were scrambling to the bathroom before you orgasmed in front of poor 80 year old Mrs. Bennet and her concerned teenage grandchild who brought her in.

The room suddenly gets very hot as his fingers start to curl inside you. You're panting, hunched over the sink as you struggle to breathe. That fucking asshole, keeping you on edge - letting you get so close to what you want but not letting you finish.

You take a peak at your watch, someone's definitely going to start wondering where you are soon.

But it's really hard to care when the prick of stubble scratches at your lips before he sucks on your clit. Your eyes shoot open, chest heaving as you bite down on your fist so hard you taste metal on your tongue.

“Katsuki?” You called out.

“... In here.” Bakugou's muffled voice responded from your bedroom.

“You’re home early,” you said as you approached the bedroom door. “I thought you’d still be patrolling.”

“Had to leave. There was… an incident,” he responded, his voice sounding strained and different than usual. 

You opened the bedroom door, confused to see Bakugou sitting on the bed with a blanket covering his entire body, as if he was hiding from you. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“No! Don’t look at me!” He yelled out after hearing you take a few steps toward him. 

“Katsuki, I need to see if you’re okay,” you said, dropping your bag and unbuttoning your jacket. 

“I’m fine! It’s nothing!” he deflected.

“Stop acting like a child!”

“I’m not!”

You sighed, slipping your own boots off. Approaching the bed, you sat next to him and watched as he curled into himself more, grabbing the blanket even closer to him.

“Kats, I’ve dealt with children all day, I really don't want to deal with this. If you’re hurt or something’s wrong, tell me. I wanna help you feel better,” you said gently.

You heard Bakugou sigh. “I got hit with a villain’s quirk.”

“Okay… Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay, so let me see you,” you said.

“No.”

“Katsuki!”

“Just leave and come back tomorrow,” Bakugou said quickly. 

“So you’re kicking me out of my own apartment?” You retorted in disbelief.

“... Maybe.”

“This is ridiculous,” you huffed, grabbing the blanket. Bakugou was too slow to pull the blanket against you and let out the most feminine yelp you’d ever heard in your life.

You gasped as the blanket fell to the floor. There, right in front of you, was your boyfriend… as a woman. Bakugou’s usual short, spiky ash blonde hair had grown a significant amount, cascading down his shoulders. His usual bulky physique was now toned and more supple, not to mention the fact that he had literal boobs now. And his usual pout was even more defined with full lips, long lashes, and slender eyes… which he had before but it was way more defined.

“Don’t look at me,” Bakugou said, covering his face with his hands.

“So… a villain’s quirk made you turn into a girl?” You clarified.

Bakugou nodded, scowling. “This is so stupid,” he huffed, throwing his hair over his shoulder in annoyance. It was clear he was not accustomed to it being so long.

“What’s wrong with being a girl?” You asked, giving him a knowing look.

“I don’t mean it like that,” Bakugou said. “I mean I wanna go back to normal. Fuck.” 

He touched his body, his movements hesitant as if this hadn’t happened to him. “I feel so… weird.” 

“Yeah, that’s normal I fear,” you said.

Bakugou frowned. “None of my clothes fit me anymore.”

You smiled. “This is so great!” You exclaimed once the initial shock finally wore off.

Bakugou scoffed. “What the hell is so great about this?!”

You cupped his face in your hands. “Because you’re so cute, Kats!”

Bakugou blushed and you bit back a smile watching his face turn pink. You stood up, opening your closet. “Let’s find something for you to wear.”

After perusing through your clothes, you pulled out a simple pink button up blouse and a short, black skirt. “Here,” you said, extending your arms towards him.

“I’m not wearin’ that,” Bakugou said adamantly.

“Yes, you are. Come on!”

Bakugou looked down at his black tee that was drowning his new body and sighed. “Fine,” he grumbled, snatching the clothes from you.

“Wait, let me get some underwear for you, too,” you said, opening a drawer and rummaging through your panties.

Bakugou added, “What about… a bra?”

You looked back at him, down at his chest, and then back up to his face. “Um, your tits are huge, Kats. I don’t think mine will fit.”

Bakugou’s lips curled up into a smirk. “‘Course mine would be huge, look at me. I’m hot. Doesn’t matter what gender I am.”

You rolled your eyes, not surprised to see that his cockiness didn’t leave after his transformation. After you gave him a pair of panties, he changed into his new clothes and you had to hold yourself back from squealing.

You immediately grabbed your phone from your bag, snapping as many photos as you could. “You’re so cute, Kats!”

“Stop it!” He exclaimed, blocking your camera with your hands.

“Can I do your hair and makeup, please?” You pleaded, holding your hands together.

Bakugou glared at you. “You’ve been waiting for some shit like this to happen, huh?”

“... Maybe.”

Bakugou let out a groan. “Fine.”

You grinned, grabbing your makeup bag and pushing him to sit at your vanity. You were quick, pinning his hair back so it would be out of his face and keeping his makeup simple for two reasons: One: he’d probably have no patience for you to do a full face of makeup on him and Two: he didn’t need that much makeup to accentuate his features anyways; he was already handsome as a man and drop dead gorgeous as a woman.

So you filled his brows in, lined his eyes, put a few swipes of mascara and stopped once he started complaining, and painted his lips with a pink lip gloss and called it a day. Just as you were about to announce that you were done, you clapped your hands. “I’ve got to do one more thing.”

Bakugou groaned and you ignored him, grabbing your liquid eyeliner. “I want to do a small wing on your eyes,” you said. You bent over, scrunching your brows together in frustration.

“What’s wrong?” Bakugou asked, understanding you were getting frustrated.

“It’s hard to get a good angle,” you said under your breath.

You sat down on Bakugou’s lap where he sat by your vanity, putting one arm around the back of his neck to steady yourself as you leaned in close until your face was inches from his. As you lined his lids, you noticed he was fidgeting more than usual, slowly watching the back of his neck blush and creep up to his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, surveying his nervous demeanor. 

“Nothing,” Bakugou mumbled.

“You’re acting like this is our first time meeting,” you said, putting away your makeup and sitting beside him. “We’ve been dating for a while, Kats.”

“I know that,” Bakugou said, wiping his palms on your skirt. “It… It feels weird with me being a girl and you being so… so close.”

“Why? Think I won’t kiss you when you’re a girl?” You asked.

“I dunno…”

“Well, you’re wrong,” you said, lifting his chin up as he stared back at you with widened eyes. You closed the distance between you, closing your lips over his. 

Bakugou’s lips were soft and smooth thanks to the lip gloss you applied and you were quick to lick away at the product, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You held his face in your hands, moving your lips against his, your chests brushing each other and Bakugou gripped your forearms. 

He moaned into your mouth, his voice sounding more akin to your moans than his usual guttural groans. He pulled away, shocked. “I made that sound?” He asked in disbelief.

Your lips curled up into a smile and you nodded. You tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear. “You’re so cute… I wanna hear more.”

“What?”

You stood up, standing in front of him. “Get on the bed.”

Bakugou looked up at you cautiously. “What’re you gonna do?”

“I’m going to help you… explore your new body,” you said with a sly smirk.

You watched Bakugou get even more flustered and he obliged your command, standing and sitting on your shared bed. 

“Hmm, should your new name be… Femsuki?” You joked, standing to your feet.

Bakugou scowled, hating the suggestion. “Fuck no.”

You laughed, amusing yourself from his disdain. He looked up at you through his mascara-ridden lashes. “... What do I do now?”

“It’s so cute seeing you act like this,” you teased. 

Bakugou clenched his jaw. “Shut up.”

You stood in front of him, pushing his legs apart, watching as your skirt rode up his slender legs. Positioning yourself in between his parted legs, holding the hem of his new shirt between your fingers. 

“Even though I just told you to change into this… let’s take it off,” you said, undoing the buttons yourself.

Your fingers worked fast and as you undid the last button, sliding the blouse off his shoulders, his tits practically jumped out. His nipples were perky and your eyes widened at the sheer size of them. Of course Bakugou, who already had huge pecs, would have huge boobs as a woman. 

“God,” you mumbled, causing Bakugou’s face to burn. You brushed your finger along his reddened cheeks. “You’re blushing a lot, Kats.”

“Stop it,” Bakugou said, embarrassed and pushing your hands away. “It feels so… new.”

“Of course it does,” you said, tossing the blouse aside. 

“I didn’t think you’d wanna have sex or do anything with me,” Bakugou confessed. 

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re still my boyfriend, or well… my partner, I guess.” You leaned forward, grazing your lips against his. “Want me to make you feel good, Katsuki?”

Bakugou swallowed before nodding his head slowly. You grinned, kissing him again and immediately sliding your tongue into his mouth. He moaned against your mouth and you didn’t detach yourself from him even as you pushed him back on the mattress, hovering over his body and straddling him.

He wrapped his arms around your neck and you slid your hands from his hips up to his breasts, kneading them in your hands. He let out a whimper as you rolled his nipples in between your fingers, grinding yourself against him. 

In that moment you understood completely why Bakugou loved to do this with you, climb over you, caress you, go down on you; he loved hearing every sound that came out of your mouth. And the sounds Bakugou was making with his new body, it was driving you insane.

You pulled away, your lips moist and Bakugou let out a whimper from the loss of contact. You held yourself up by planting your palms on either side of his head. Bringing a hand up, you brushed away at his bangs from his forehead. 

“Want more?” You asked, causing Bakugou to nod vigorously, not a second of hesitation. “Okay, let’s try something.”

You crawled off of him and off the bed, opening one of the drawers from your nightstand from your side of the bed. Bakugou widened his eyes at the sight of a purple dildo and a red suctioned rose toy vibrator that you took out of the drawer. 

“You use these?” He asked in disbelief.

“Calm down,” you said, putting both of the toys on the bed and closing the drawer. “It’s only when you’re gone on missions… and when I miss you.”

Bakugou smirked, leaning forward as he grabbed the dildo. “You use ‘em every time I’m gone?”

You nodded, taking the dildo from his hands. “Lean against the headboard,” you commanded. 

Another thing you loved was how obedient he was and you watched amusingly as he crossed the bed, tossing your pillows aside and leaned against the wooden headboard. You crawled back onto the bed, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him up onto his knees towards you as you kissed him.

He opened his mouth instinctively for you and he undid your top, tossing the fabric to the floor. Your hands snaked down, pushing his skirt up and hooking your fingers into the waistband of his panties.

You pushed him back so he was sitting once again, making it easier to slide the panties right off his legs. His arousal collecting between his legs glistened under the lights. “Wow, you’re so wet,” you teased. 

“Shut up,” Bakugou muttered, embarrassed. He looked back up at you, his eyes flaring. “Do something about it.”

You bit back a smile as you ordered him to move a bit forward, sliding and positioning yourself right behind him. His back pressed against your chest and he felt the fabric of your bra against his back. 

You bent Bakugou’s knees up, spreading his legs as you swiftly grabbed the vibrator, turned it on and pressed it to his clit.

Bakugou gasped, clutching your wrist instinctively. “Holy shit–”

You smiled, fondling his breast in your other hand as his nails dug into your wrist, his other hand gripping the bed sheets beneath him. He moved his hips along the vibrations, moaning as he leaned his head into your shoulder. 

“Oh, fuck– It feels– It feels so fuckin’ good,” Bakugou whimpered.

You kissed his cheek. “You like it?” Bakugou answered with a gasp. “Let’s try something else.”

Bakugou let out a whining sound when you removed the vibrator from his pussy, looking over his shoulder and back at you with heartbreak in his eyes. You kissed him softly. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll let you come. I just wanna try some things first.”

Bakugou swallowed as you set aside the vibrator, now covered in his slick. You brought your arm down, your fingers gliding against his folds. “I’m gonna put a finger in. Tell me if it’s too much.”

Bakugou bit his lip and nodded, turning back around and leaning back into you again. You slowly and carefully slid your middle finger into his hole and he let out a short gasp. “How’s that?”

“G-Good,” Bakugou sputtered. 

You slid your ring finger in him and his mouth fell open from the stretch. Without any warning you began to rock your fingers inside him and he clutched the sheets in his fists. “Holy fuck,” he choked.

God, he was so adorable and you wanted to hear more of him, hear him get louder and beg for more as you grabbed the vibrator, turning it back on and holding it against his clit. 

“Fuck–! Y/N–!” He whined as you undulated your fingers faster, pressing the vibrator harder against his clit. His breathing quickened, his toes curling as he writhed against you. “Shit– I can’t– I think I’m gonna–”

His eyes rolled as his legs shook, coming all over your fingers. Bakugou had experienced his first female orgasm. And he was completely worn out afterwards as well, panting as his chest rose and fell.

“Holy shit,” he said in awe as you pulled your fingers out. “That’s how– it feels for you–?” He asked in between breaths. 

You nodded, setting aside the vibrator. “Every time you finger me or eat me out, that’s how I feel.”

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” Bakugou said breathlessly.

You brought your fingers up to his lips and he glanced at you. “Wanna see how you taste?” You asked, watching as he looked at your glistening fingers.

He parted his lips, his tongue slithering over your fingers as he sucked his own come, savoring the taste.

You pulled your fingers out of his mouth, tilting his chin up so he looked at you. “And the best part? I can make you come so many times… we can do this for hours.”

“What?” Bakugou said in disbelief.

“I’m not done with you yet, Kats,” you said with a sly grin.

“Wait– Baby, I need a sec–”

You ignored him, pulling him so his back pressed against your chest again. Bakugou watched your every movement, his breathing quickening as you picked up the dildo, holding it in between his legs.

You rubbed the head of the silicone dildo against Bakugou’s folds, collecting his come. He bit his lip, feeling the head rub against his still throbbing clit. But you didn’t put it in yet, wanting to tease him. And he knew that. 

“I’m liking this side of you, Katsuki,” you teased in his ear.

He whipped his head to look back at you, his own locks hitting him in the face. “Stop teasin’ me and fuckin’ put it in–”

Bakugou choked on his words as you slowly slid the dildo inside him, stretching his new pussy out until the base of the dildo was flat against your palm. He sucked in every inch of it.

“Oh my god,” Bakugou gasped, throwing his head back.

You kissed his head. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

Bakugou shook his head. “No, fuck– It’s so b-big–”

You smirked, kissing his cheek and then his neck. “This is how it feels when you’re cock’s inside me,” you cooed in his ear and he whimpered. “So big and stretching me like you’re gonna split me open.”

You held the base of the dildo again. “I’m gonna start moving, okay?”

Bakugou nodded slowly and his toes curled immediately as you pulled the dildo out and slid it back inside him. You continued your pace, sliding in and out as his pussy squelched along with every movement. 

Bakugou rocked his hips into the dildo, holding your wrist for stability as he moaned and cried, tears sliding down his face as you fucked him. 

You turned his head to make him face you with your free hand, taking in his fucked out expression. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes, fuck, it feels so good,” Bakugou cried and you kissed him, swallowing his moans and pants.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, Kats?” You purred into his mouth. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Yes, fuck, yes–” He gasped as you increased your speed, fucking him even faster and harder, making sure to press the dildo into him every time you fucked him.

“Are you gonna come again?” You asked, smirking while seeing his legs start to shake once more. 

“Yes, baby, don’t stop please,” he begged, more tears streaming down his face. 

“I won’t, baby. Come, I’ve got you,” you whispered, fucking him with so much intensity, his toes curled and he screamed, throwing his head back with a cry.

He raised his legs as he came again and you fucked him through his orgasm. He dropped his legs back onto the mattress as he heaved, slowly coming down from his high.

You chuckled, pulling the dildo out and causing him to let out a small yelp. “How was that?”

Bakugou glanced over to you, his pink lips curling up into a smile. “Fuckin’ amazing…”

You smiled, kissing him, much softer and more earnest this time. He hummed against your lips and you moved from behind him, pushing him so his back hit the mattress. He looked up at you, confused. 

You straddled him, undoing your bra and tossing it to the floor. “We’re not done yet,” you announced.

“What–”

“I got two orgasms out of you but I’ve still got my clothes on,” you stated, unbuttoning your pants. 

this is the first thing i've written since i took a several month break, and thank god i've improved.

i used to only write for harry potter, but i started getting back into anime and similar and i can't get enough of bakugo like lord is that man always on my mind.

The camera had been set by now, your phone connected to the bluetooth speaker as the sound of Doja Cat’s “Woman” filled the quiet of your room. You reached over starting the livestream waiting for the video to load. You set yourself up against the headboard of your bed smiling coyly as you toy with the hem of the henley, waiting.

“Hello, bunnies,” you coo as your image pops on screen, a flood of subscribers popping up on the side of the cam site’s dash. You always liked to take the first few minutes of your live stream to thank your viewers as they commented their congratulations towards your newest milestone. “Oh come on now, it wouldn’t have been possible without all of you, I really can’t thank you enough,” you start, fingers lightly tracing up your thighs, barely peeking from the sleeves of the henley. “You all have always been so good to me since I started this page, I figured you guys could tell me what you’d like, you know, as a little thank you for helping me reach my goal.” You shift positions then as you poise yourself on your knees, hips gyrating along to the beat of Doja’s song as your eyes flit to the comments.

Unlike you, in the other room Bucky has just finished his pre-recorded video, his phone vibrating with a notification on his secret account that you had started a live stream. He clicks to join, plopping the phone down as he adjusts his sweats, he should have never pulled them up with the sight he’s greeted by.

He watches entranced as you gyrate your hips to the slightly boosted bass coming from the speaker of your bluetooth that he knows sits by your bed. He’s also met with the sound of coins dropping into your account, the thousands of followers praising you as you put on a small show before you give them the main act. Bucky immediately realizes it was truly a mistake to have put his sweats on.

“You know I think I’m gonna have this on for a while, it does something to me,” he hears you purr. Your eyes flit down to the comments, “Show us what it does to you,” you read, a teeth biting grin pulls at your lips, “mmm, i’d bet you’d like to see what it does to me,” he hears you breathe, watching as you lean back onto your hands, back arched slightly. The movement causes the henley to hike up a tad, exposing the lacy maroon panties underneath.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathes, jaw going slack at the sight of you in his clothes. It’s like you knew what fantasies he had imagined in his head late at night when his fist was wrapped around his cock, only now you were manifesting them into reality.

“Do you like what I’m wearing?” you question, fingers gripping at the fabric of the henley to pull it upwards, exposing more of your torso. “It is similar to the soldier’s henley, isn’t it,” you moan, hand having slipped under the cloth and under the lace of your bra to tease your nipples. “Fuck,” you chuckle breathlessly, “you all are so very needy for the soldier and I, aren’t you bunnies?” A sly smile now kisses your lips. “Mm, maybe if we reach a certain tip, we can figure something out, how does that sound,” you suggest, lips grinning at the sound of more coins dropping into your account. “Oh my bunnies are so kind to me,” you praise, a hand trailing down from your breasts, to the edges of your lace underwear.

“Should I give you a treat,” he hears you ask, deft fingers fiddling with your panties as you roll your hips into the palm of your hand, squeezing the supple flesh of your pussy. It’s embarrassing how hard he is, he tells himself not to give in when he watches your fingers slip underneath the tiny piece of fabric and meet your wet folds, a wanton moan slipping past your lips as your rub at your clit. A part of him wonders how you’d act when his bigger ones do the favor instead. “M’so wet, fuck i wish you were here bunnies, want you to touch this pretty little pussy for me, m’so lonley,” His eyes fall shut when he hears this; he’s already memorized the way your back arches when you chase your high, and he wants to be the one to give it to you. The sounds of coins meet his ears as your honeyed sounds grow louder and louder as you meet your peak. “F-fuck” he hears you squeal, “keep them coming bunnies, c’mon give me one more please, wanna come all over your fingers, give me one more!”

More coins drop, he’s sure it’s by the thousands because suddenly an alarm is going off confetti falling over the comments, “Oh my god,” you laugh breathlessly, “you guys did it, you passed the goal for the soldier, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask, what do you think, soldier?”

Bucky couldn’t resist anymore, he had been doing so well, doing so well in reeling you to admit your feelings. So many live streams pleasing himself to the thought of you, so many nights where the slightest things you did sent him reeling. So many instances of him seeing your teasing smiles and your doe eyes paired with your light touches. So many instances where he wished it was him. Now, he watches as a piece of him is on you as you get yourself off. He knows damn well that you’re also imagining the same thing he is. He knows he’s reached his limit. He also knows you’ve also reached yours.

His phone is all but discarded as he slips off his bed pulling open his door as he makes his way to your slightly cracked one, he pushes it open.

“Ask what, Bunny,” your head is snapping to the side, eyes wide as you look at your roommate, the soldier.

“I-” you look at the screen where the comments are now spammed with;

“Is that who I think it is?!”

“No way, is that the soldier?!”

More coins fall into your account, the goal now surpassed by thousands.

A groan bubbles in his chest at the sight of you; your lips parted slightly, body barely covered by the maroon colored henley.

“Come on, sweet girl, don’t get shy on me now,” he coos, smirk growing along with his confidence at the sight of your legs squeezing together subtly. He pushes his way into your room then closes the distance between the two of you, his muscular torso evident and his sweats down to his hips displayed off the screen but very clearly to you. “Tell me what your bunnies have asked,” he smirks, index finger, tilting your head up at him.

“They asked for us to collaborate,” you respond, the nearly arrogant persona that you bring alive for your livestream almost gone due to the shock of the situation. Bucky’s smirk grows, he had never seen you like this, so submissive and ready for him.

“Oh,” he questions, you find yourself nodding dumbly.

“Tell you what,” he starts, head dipping to get him level with you, “I think it's time you and I put a stop to this, no more games, no more teasing”, he murmurs, finger dropping from your chin to trail down the expanse of your neck, your chest, till he’s cupping the wet heat of your pussy. His eyes find yours, “We give the fans what they want tonight, what we’ve both been wanting for a while now.” You swallow the lump in your throat, nodding quietly, want and need evident in your eyes as you watch him.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, offering you a hand to pull you from the bed, you go willingly as you let him pull you up. Bucky switches your position, his body taking the spot you were once in, you raise a brow in question. “What,” he smirks, “this is going to be as much of a show for me as it’s going to be for our fans, now c’mere.”

You're taking his hand again, letting him guide you over his lap, though he stops you before you can fully straddle him, “Just the one,” he murmurs, wedging your other leg between his open thighs.

“You’ve been an awful tease, you know, parading around in my shirt like this I know you knew what you were doing,” he murmurs, giving you a knowing look tugging your now soaked panties to the side. “You gonna dance for me, Bunny,” he questions, tongue running over his bottom lip as he watches your flustered self slowly piece together what he asked of you. “Would you like a reminder,” he questions, leaving you no room to speak as his bigger hands take a hold of your waist, guiding your hips as he rolls you up against his thigh.

Your lips part in surprise, your clit catching on the cotton material of his gray joggers. It felt like a dream - there was no way this was happening, Bucky wasn’t actually in your room was he? The soft ping of comments and coins slowly disappeared into the background noise as your eyes locked with icy blues. Bucky hums beneath his breath as he flexes his thigh, eyes glistening when he hears the delicate but sweet noise that leaves your lips. It took all of you not to moan out his real name, “F-fuck,” you whine instead when he presses his thigh into your semi clothed core.

“You like that don’t you, been cravin’ my touch for so long,” he chuckles, hand slipping under the Henley and up your bare skin until it stops at the lacy material that covers your breasts. “C’mon sweetheart show me how well you dance,” he purrs, “Put on a show for them, for me.”

“Oh you’d love that wouldn’t you,” you moan, hips now gyrating with renewed confidence onto his thigh as praises continue to leave Bucky’s lips.

“Of course I would,” he groans, his skillful hands fondling your breasts from underneath, catching as your eyes flutter shut as you get lost in his touch, lost in trying to chase your second high for the live. He didn’t realize how much doing such intimate acts to you underneath his clothes appealed to him until today. “Show me how badly you wanna cum, wanna see my sweatpants soaked by your slick, Bunny.” Bucky can tell your high was quickly approaching the more you were praised by him, your once rhythmic rolls now becoming more sporadic as his hands guided you down onto his lap.

“M’so close,” you gasp, head falling back in pleasure, “Soldat please.” Bucky was in awe with just how fucked out you were for him; closed eyes, furrowed brows, lips parted while beautiful sounds left the lovely pair. Bucky was already entranced with you on screen, but with you up close? He felt like he was in paradise.

Something in him, despite loving the current state you were in, caused his hands to leave your nipples, gently cupping your face to have your hooded eyes meet his. “So so pretty for me,” he praises, “waited so long to have you like this for me, you like being like this for me bunny, like getting yourself off on me?”

God yes, you think, as you continue to grind your pussy into the muscle of his thigh, “You gonna cum for me bunny, gonna get me all wet with your juices, leave something behind for me to show your fans?”

You’re preening in pleasure as the coil tightens, your body falling onto his for support, your hands finding the back of his head as you bring him closer to you, “Kiss me,” you breathe, “kiss me please.”

His lips crash into yours, tongue delving past your lips as the coil breaks, your letting out a low moan of pleasure, as your orgasm all but blindsides you, your hips faltering as it consumes you.

“Fuck just like that bunny girl,” he groans into your lips, hands squeezing your hips urging you on, “Keep going, give me all of it, come on baby.”

You're whining low in your throat, “please,” you breathe, “B…B… please.”

He’s not sure what you're asking, but he knows what he wants, and if the cock throbbing in his joggers is any indication of what he wants, he’s going to take it.

He flips the two of you then, bodies falling sideways as he looms over you, he reaches blindly for your laptop, closing the device altogether, “Bucky!”

A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he brings his head closer to you, a warm breath hitting your face as he speaks, “This next part of the show is for me and me only, Bunny.”

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