Kitty

“You’ve got the whole eight inches in you.” You snort, thrusting the strap against his prostate and watching him shake and writhe beneath you.

“Then… Get a bigger one!” He demands, trying to take you deeper even though you’re 8 inches deep inside his ass and hitting his prostate with every thrust. He’s a moaning, shaking mess, and yet somehow the Anti-Elation demands more. “10 inches! 12! It could be 20 inches for all I care, just fuck me deeper!” He grips the pillow with the hand on his head; that's just how desperate he is for more.

“…Huh… Didn’t think you’d be such a slut.” You mutter under your breath, and he groans, hips bucking into the sheets and all with pre-cum leaking from his violet tip. Maybe the sadistic bastard was into being degraded and slut shamed; he was already a freak, so you weren’t even surprised at this point.

You abruptly pull out of him, to which he responds with a growl before he realizes you are giving him exactly what he had been begging for. He watches with great anticipation as you pull out a bigger strap, 4 inches bigger than the last.

“...I swear to the Aeon’s if you don’t put it in me right now I’ll kill you…” He mutters as he watches you stroke the strap, coating it in lube before kneeling behind him to position the tip into his needy hole. In one swift thrust, you fill his ass with your massive strap.

“OH! Fuck!” He cries out, fingers digging into the sheets so hard they begin to tear, and yet he forces himself to relax to take you deeper. “More… Harder…” He gasps out, to which you oblige by pulling out only to roughly thrust back in. The wet squelch of lube and slap of your hips hitting his backside fills the room as you plow into him. Asat Pramad moaned shamelessly, writhing beneath you like a cheap slut.

Asat Pramad clenched desperately around the strap, he was so painfully close to an orgasm. “I’m so close… More…” He pants, whimpering as you hit his prostate hard. The knot in his lower abdomen is so close to bursting when you suddenly reach down to stroke his neglected cock. “Ah! Cumming!” He cries out, thick ropes of his hot white cum splattering onto your hand and staining the sheets beneath him.

He clenches down hard on your strap, whimpering and moaning as he grinds against your hand whilst riding out his orgasm.

Slowly coming down from his high, Asat Pramad collapses onto the mattress with uncharacteristic exhaustion, panting heavily as he tries to regain his composure after the rough fucking.

You begin to slowly pull out of his stretched hole, only for him to suddenly push his hips back to pull you back into him.

Hundreds of words of pure utter filth about HIM, the Lord Ravager, who in their right mind would write about sticking a strap on up his ass and plowing him?!

He cursed Silver Wolf under his breath for sending him this abomination before slowly lowering his device out of sheer disgust for the monstrosity that just ruined his entire day.

After only 5 seconds, he picked up the phone again, inhaling deeply to ready himself before he tortured himself with curiosity.

"I wouldn't say that..." He mutters to himself as he reads a particularly explicit line before cringing as the real smut begins. "Now this is just exaggerated..." And yet he doesn't put the phone down, instead choosing to put himself through hell to finish this stupid fanfic.

He wonders what kind of insane, mentally ill lunatic had the nerve to write such disturbingly lewd fanfiction and so grossly intimate that it made him turn his head away and pray that Nanook incinerate him where he stands right now.

Asat Pramad reaches the end, much to his relief. He lets out a deep sigh, though he shudders at the disgustingly tooth-rotting fluff fot aftercare the fanfiction describes...

"...I need to find who wrote this..." He mutters, "And probably kill them..."

Asat Pramad located you with disturbing ease. Breaking into your house was much easier, considering you left your windows unlocked like you were just asking to be robbed.

What was more disturbing was the shrine that greeted him when he stepped in... He wondered how any sane person could possibly ever live like this; it disturbed even him.

Then he turned, catching the sight of you peacefully asleep in your bed as if you hadn't traumatized him by publishing your disturbing thoughts about him to the entire internet. So vulnerable and weak, curled up against your sheets and clutching your pillow to your chest as if you hadn't written about how badly you wanted to have his babies an hour ago.

He wondered if he should kill you while you're asleep and oblivious, or demand answers, then annihilate you.

...Well, the former was no longer possible as you were stirring awake with soft, annoyed sounds. Irritated that you had been awoken, you looked up at the man who had disturbed your peaceful rest and- "ASAT PRAMAD?!"

He felt his heart sink all the way to his stomach, because the expression on your face was pure joy rather than the terror he was used to.

You sat upright so fast before you practically launched yourself out of bed, to which Asat Pramad quickly took three steps back to distance himself because he did not trust you at all after reading your filthy thoughts about him.

"You broke into my house?! Into my room?!" You were not afraid or horrified, but rather ecstatic that the Emanator would come to see you personally for whatever reason. You were practically swooning, and it disturbed him, for perhaps the first time in his life, he thought of turning away and fleeing.

"We need to talk about your writing." He demanded, trying to compose himself even though you were practically vibrating with joy.

"Oh?! You read my fanfiction?!" You beamed, much to his utter horror. "What did you think about it? Did you like it?!"

"It was disturbing."

"Oh," You pouted, but quickly bounced back, "Doesn't matter! You read it anyway!" Then you looked at him and tilted your head, "Did my writing make you feel something, Asat Pramad?" You cooed, addressing him like a lover rather than the man who came here tonight to murder you.

He stared at you, his dice head slowly twisting into an expression of pure utter disgust... Then he turned and headed back for the window without another word. He completely abandoned his plan to kill you because this was far worse than he could have ever expected; you were too much of a freak for him to handle.

You clasped your hands together, eyes shining with such reverence it made him quicken his pace. “You came into my room at night, read my writing, criticized it personally, and now you’re dramatically escaping through my window?” You sighed, lovestruck. “This is literally the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He turned his head back just to look at you and say, "You're sick, so disgustingly sick it repulses even me."

And yet you still smile lovingly at him, to which he quickly turns away and practically throws himself out your window.

...Only a few hours later, he opens his phone to see Silver Wolf mocking him, sending him a link to your newest post... 'Asat Pramad breaks into your house and fucks you'... What a straightforward title.

Your face was red with embarrassment as Katsuki had his face buried in your chest while his hands were splayed out across your ass… Worst of all, that shitty Kaminari was snapping photos and laughing like there was no tomorrow while the rest of the class giggled and teased him for being so whipped.

Katsuki paid them no mind and instead muttered something about how pretty you are into your breasts. Then, as if hit by a sudden sense of clarity he lifts his head and looks around, seemingly realizing he was groping you in front of his class.

…Except he doesn’t address it, he just stands up and pulls you with him. “Let's go home, I need that ass so bad.” Your face turns even redder but you follow him helplessly, calling out a goodbye to his class who whistles and cheers.

As soon as the door shuts behind you two, Katsuki is on you. Kneading the flesh of your ass as he leaves wet open mouthed kisses along your neck like he wants to devour you whole. 

“So fuckin’ perfect…” He mutters as he grinds his clothed erection against your thighs. You let out a soft whimper at his praise, despite how often he compliments you it still affects you during moments like these. “Needa be inside you… Now…” he growls as he yanks your skirt down.

“Katsuki–” You gasp before he’s on you again, capturing your lips with his in a deep messy kiss to distract you from the overwhelming sensation of his fingers brushing against your cunt as he pulls your panties down. He groans into the kiss, breaking apart from you so he can see how wet you are.

You’re dripping all over his fingers, and he loves it. He traces the slit of your pussy with his fingers, letting it sink in that you’re his and he gets to have all this to himself and it's driving his drunken mind wild.

“...You good if I just put it in?” He asks, fumbling with his belt. He’s desperate to feel you around his cock, even if it means skipping foreplay. You hesitate then reluctantly nod, unsure but willing to take him inside you.

He lets out a relieved sigh but then pauses, his drunken brain seemingly realizing it might be uncomfortable for you to be both unprepped and standing. He grants you a bit of mercy… by completely manhandling you and throwing you over his shoulder as he heads straight for the bedroom.

He kicks the door open and practically throws you onto your shared bed. “Wanna see your pretty face…” He slurs, climbing into bed above you as he struggles to get his belt off. “Fuckin stupid piecea shit…” He curses under his breath before he finally manages to yank his belt off before he practically tears his damn pants off. 

He lets out a relieved sigh as he finally pulls his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. “Okay…Wheresit…” He blinks drunkenly, momentarily wondering where the vagina is… Making you wonder of you should just put him to bed now instead of letting him fuck you.

“Oh… Here it is.” He slips his cock inside you without warning, making you gasp in surprise, all thoughts of stopping him thrown out the window. 

“Thereeee we go…” He grunts in satisfaction, clearly pleased with himself for managing to penetrate you despite his drunken stupor. “Ohhhh that feels good…” He groans before lazily pulling out and thrusting back deep inside you. 

And it does feel good. His rhythm is unsteady and frantic, each thrust he punctuates with either a ragged breath or a muffled curse against your skin.

He lifts his head, his expression one of drunken bliss and an insatiable lust for you. “Look at me… Wanna see your pretty face…” His pace falters slightly in his effort to keep himself up but he puts in the effort so he can rest his head against yours. “I’m… not gonna… last…” He grunts, struggling to hold back his orgasm so he can stay in this moment with you.

“Katsuki…” You moan softly, “Cum inside me… Please?” You whimper, and the plea is enough to shatter his self control. His rhythm turning into a bunch of deep frantic thrusts.

He groans, your words sending a jolt straight down to his cock, but he reaches down to rub your clit. “You close?” he asks, wanting you to cum too.

You nod desperately, clinging to him as your orgasm rapidly approaches.

“I’m gonna cum…” He growls, “Fucking… Take it!”

You cry out in pleasure as his hot cum fills you to the brim, your own orgasm quickly following suit as you clench around his cock. The sheer pleasure of the moment overwhelms, creating a dizzying sensation where you feel like you might’ve just reached heaven. 

His hands were shoved into his pockets and he had that stupid scowl on his handsome face. “...Stupid electric bastard told me you were… good at what you do.” He mutters like he’s embarrassed to be here. 

You rack your brain through all your past ‘clients’ that had electricity based quirks before you finally land on that blonde one from only a few days ago. “Kaminari?” You probably should’ve guessed he would’ve told someone, but you didn’t expect he’d tell his most explosive friend.

Bakugo snorts, though there isn’t much humor in it. “Yeah, that idiot.” He glances around before looking back at you. “Are you gonna let me in or not?” He asks impatiently, like he’s afraid to be caught speaking to you.

You nod and step aside to let him in, understanding he’d probably rather die than be spotted right now. You get that a lot, most guys don’t want other people to know they’ve slept with the school’s whore because they don’t want their reputations to take a hit. So you don’t ask questions, you just let him in. 

He quickly steps inside, not wanting to stand outside in the open for a minute longer. He pulls his wallet out and counts a few bills before setting them on your table. “Theres your payment.” He grunts before he pulls his jacket off, straight to the point it seems.

You can tell he’s agitated and in a rush and you very much do not want to test his patience so you begin unbuttoning your top. You’ve never slept with him before, you don’t exactly know what he expects or what he even likes, you hate that. You hate not knowing, it makes you anxious because he’s already irritated and you don’t want to make that worse.

That's why you’re so surprised when he walks over to you and scoops you into his arms. “Where’s your damn bed? I’m not doin’ this on a shitty couch.” He grunts, carrying you like you weigh nothing… And considering his muscular frame, you’re probably weightless to him.

“It's uhm… upstairs…” You manage despite your momentary disbelief before you quickly abandon the feeling in favor of wrapping your arms around him and shifting slightly to give him a better view of your cleavage if he looks down.

He does, but only for a moment. He quickly looks away in favor of stomping up the stairs and kicking your bedroom door open. He practically throws you onto the bed, hard enough that you bounce off it slightly before you manage to sit up.

You’re about to snap at him for being so rough but he takes his shirt off and graces you with the sight of his abs so you quickly shut up.

He climbs onto the bed, pinning you down beneath him with a knee beside your hip pressing into the mattress that cages you in. The mattress dips beneath his body weight but it makes you feel even closer to him.

Bakugo’s gaze drifts across your body like he’s considering where to attack first, he seems to decide your neck is the perfect area for him to sink his teeth into. His bites nearly drawing blood but he’s dangerously close to the sensitive spot on your neck that you’re incredibly familiar with due to your past experiences. 

He leaves opened mouth kisses across your skin, before he finally reaches back to unclasp your bra. He makes quick word of it and throws it off the bed before he yanks your skirt and panties down in one fluid motion.

His breath hitches at the sight of your cunt, already wet and waiting for him. He takes in a deep breath before flipping you over onto your stomach and pulling your hips up.

Your eyes widen in surprise before you quickly regain your composure, this position is familiar to you anyways so you shouldn’t be shocked at this point. 

You hear him unbuckle his belt, his breathing heavy as he hurriedly pulls his pants down. 

“...There are condoms in the drawer.” You jerk your head towards the cabinet by your bed.

Bakugo says nothing, the only sound in the room is his heavy breathing and the ruffle of fabric. He pulls his boxers down quickly, his thick cock springing out and slapping against his stomach. “...Use the pillow, I don’t want you getting too loud.” He murmurs, his voice low as his grip on your hip tightens.

You hum, burying your face into the pillow as you wait for him to put the– What the hell is he going.

Bakugo rubs his cock between your thighs, coating it in your arousal with a low groan. “Fuck…” He rubs the tip against your entrance. “I’m not using that shit, brace yourself.” 

Your eyes widen in shock but before you can protest he SLAMS his cock inside you, the tip brushing right against your cervix. You have to bite down on the pillow to muffle a scream. But he doesn’t even stop there, he pulls his cock almost all the way out and thrusts back in roughly, its a punishing rhythm that hurts good.

He’s gripping your hips so tightly they might just bruise, he holds you in place and makes you arch back against him so he can drive his cock deeper into you. The headboard of your bed slamming into the wall with every harsh thrust but he doesn’t seem to give a damn.

Your desperate moans and cries are muffled by the pillow while his animalistic grunts fill the room. His balls slap against your skin harshly while your pussy makes a lewd squelching sound with every thrust of his cock from your arousal and his precum. He slides in and out of your cunt with ease like it's a goddamn slip-n-slide.

“Fuck…. Fuckin’ take it you slut…” He grunts, pushing your head down into the pillow like he hates every sound you’re making while he destroys your pussy like he can't get enough of it. “I’m close…” He mutters, his thrusts slow but still hit as deep and as hard.

You whimper, knowing he can cum wherever he’d like and there’s nothing you can do to stop him, your own orgasm is approaching and you desperately hope he lasts long enough for you to reach it or that he at least cares somewhat about your pleasure.

Thankfully, Bakugo’s not so cruel he leaves you on edge. He rubs his thumb in circles against your clit, panting heavily as he tries to hold back his own orgasm and make you cum before he does. You moan into the pillow, feeling a familiar knot building up in your abdomen that warns you of your rapidly approaching orgasm.

And finally, the knot snaps and your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You cry out and bite down onto the pillow, your whole body shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. Bakugo lets out a low groan, thankfully he pulls out and lets his cock rest against your ass as he cums. He pants heavily, coming down from his high as he watches his cum drip down onto your spine.

“...Fuckin Pikachu was right…” He mutters, mostly to himself. “You are good at what you do…

He was shameless about it too, just standing still staring you down. He never made eye contact or noticed you looking back cause he was too focused on your tits like some subway pervert despite being your classmate.

It annoyed you at times but hey, at least he wasn’t vocal about it like Mineta.

…And unlike Mineta, no one seemed to know what a pervert Todoroki was.

Mina always talks about how cute and innocent he is, a sheltered boy with the most straightforward personality you will ever know. Unfortunately he comes just as straight-forward in every other aspect.

Proven when he barges right into your room and stares you down for a full ten seconds.

It's almost curfew, you’re in your nightwear and so is he… But you’re having perhaps the most intense staring contest of your life right in your room. 

Wow! Todoroki’s finally looking you in the eyes! How rare!

“...Can I touch them?” He asks, finally breaking the tense silence.

…It's a testament to how much Todoroki stares at your tits that you instantly assume he wants to touch them. But you have faith in him so you ask, “Touch what?”

Todoroki just gestures to your chest.

Nevermind, your faith in Todoroki is gone.

“...Why the hell should I let you.”

He pauses, realizing he has nothing to offer. He taps his chin thoughtfully like he’s putting a lot of thought into it… Trying to think of something he could do in exchange for getting to grope you. 

“...Anything. Literally anything.” He decides, seemingly having come up with absolutely nothing.

“Okay… Why are you here?” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose like his mere presence annoyed you… Which it was starting to.

He blushed… Actually blushed. He looked away, avoiding eye contact and staring at the wall. “I uhm… I was talking to Sero and… He mentioned something I wanted to try with you…”

“…And what is that?”

He looks down at your chest AGAIN.

“...You wanna touch them…?”

“...Uhm… More than touch them actually…” He admits reluctantly.

…Did… Did Sero introduce Todoroki to titfucking?! IS SERO SERIOUSLY CORRUPTING TODOROKI?!

You have to put a stop to this. To all the staring and weird looks. You CANNOT let Sero keep corrupting Todoroki… Maybe if you let him do it once he’ll get disinterested and stop being a creep…

“...Just this once.”

Todoroki was making THE MOST out of this, he had nearly damn torn your shirt off in his desperation to touch your chest. He groped and squeezed the flesh before wrapping his lips around it and sucking at your nipples. 

It was desperate. Like he was making the most of the little time he had, trying to please you enough to make you keep him around.

You might be considering it actually…

He was so desperate it was sort of pathetic, he was acting like a goddamn virgin right now… Was he???

The way he was rubbing his crotch against your thigh desperately might be proof he was. Like he was in desperate need for friction, his cock confined in his pants but you could feel it pressing against you. But he was too busy with one hand on your chest and the other holding you down by your waist to pay too much attention to his own growing problem.

You ran your fingers through his hair, letting out soft moans as you let yourself enjoy his desperate hunger despite your initial disliking of him. But it’d be hard to say you weren’t enjoying this because that would be a lie.

He was desperate and hungry for you, you couldn’t help but feel aroused despite everything. 

He was sucking and groping your chest like a man starved of touch… Which he was actually. Then he pulled back, panting heavily like he had just ran a marathon, he looked up at you with eyes full of lust and he hesitated.

“Can I… Go further…?” He asked, almost shyly. 

“...How far.” You ask, because you were currently lacking a condom and were NOT about to have unprotected sex with Todoroki. You didn’t like him enough to risk anything for 5 minutes of pleasure with him.

He shook his head rapidly and quickly clarified. “Just your chest, I swear.” He says… Wait is he asking to… put his dick between your tits?!

“Please just… I want to uhm… Put my–”

“You wanna put your dick between my boobs?”

His face turned redder than his hair (half of it, actually) but he quickly nodded.

“...Be quick about it.”

He quickly pulls his hands back just to fumble with his belt, after he finally managed to pull it off and throw it to the side, his pants followed soon after he managed to get them off despite his shaking hands. He was left in only his boxers before he hesitantly began pulling them down.

The sight he graced you with did not disappoint at all.

His cock was long, with a pretty pink at the tip as well as a bead of pre-cum dripping down his cock. 

He hesitantly moved up to straddle you, sliding his cock between your breasts. He groaned at the sight, his cock already twitching with need at the feeling of your soft skin against him.

But you managed to surprise him anyways.

He let out a desperate moan as you pressed your breasts together, squeezing his cock between them. “Fuck… I’m not gonna last long…” He gasped out before he slowly pulled his hips back before thrusting forward again. He was leaking all over you, his pre-cum being absorbed into your skin and letting his cock slip between your breasts with ease. 

He was panting heavily now, he struggled to keep his eyes open despite the pleasure he felt just from your chest. He was desperately rutting against you now. “I’m gonna cum…” He panted, his eyes screwing shut as he fought back an orgasm. “Can I cum on you… Please?” He whined, even though he was probably gonna cum on you no matter what you said.

“Better on me than my sheets…” You scoff, and after a few sloppy thrusts he cums all over your tits. Your breasts were covered in his hot white seed and you experimentally scooped some off with your fingers and brought them to your lips to taste.

…He was sweeter than you expected.

“Fuck… Don’t do that…” He panted, struggling to not get aroused again.

It started subtle at first... But you probably should've picked up the signs when Mina started poking you with questions about past relationships, then she wiggled her brows and asked if you had ever done IT before... Of course, you hadn't. She giggled and teased you about it constantly, but you didn't mind because it was your choice after all, it didn't matter what she said and you weren't gonna feel pressured to have sex just because she teased you a bit.

Then it started escalating… Little comments about how “Doesn’t Bakugo look nice today” or “I think he’s staring at you!” You probably should’ve picked up on the fact she was trying to play matchmaker but you assumed it was innocent, you trusted Mina…

…You probably shouldn’t have.

She planned this out. Bakugo’s birthday–April 20th–and she had set up seven minutes in heaven… You expected Bakugo to yell at her for bringing that stupid game into his birthday but he didn’t… You could swear you saw him staring right at you when she announced it and brought out a bottle to spin.

Which is how you two ended up in that closet. It was awkward at first till he suddenly said:

“Let me take your virginity.”

You paused and looked at him. Blinked. Stared. Then blinked again.

“...What did you just say?” You asked, just to make sure you weren’t crazy.

But he just narrowed his eyes at you like he was annoyed and repeated: “Let me have your virginity.”

It was another moment of silence before you finally regained your composure to ask, “What makes you think I’d just hand it over?” You raise a brow, curious but unpleased. “I’m not a whore, Bakugo. I’m not gonna throw myself at the first person who shows intrest–”

“Oh so I’m the first to show interest in taking it?” He raises a brow, a stupid smirk plastered on his lips. “And here I thought I had competition.” The way his eyes rake your body makes you shift uncomfortably but you quickly tried to recover despite the awkward situation.

“I’m serious, Bakugo.”

“So am I.” He shrugs, “Listen… I get to fuck you and you get to finally see what you’ve been missing out on. If you enjoy it, we can even make it a regular thing.” He states casually like he’s not telling you he wants your virginity. “If you don’t then at least you tried.”

You pause… Well there's nothing to lose… Its not like you haven’t thought about it before either… Simply you were too inexperienced and never had a intimacy before… Maybe this could help you stop being so goddamn timid.

“...So? Whats it gonna be?”

“..."

…The bastard fucking planned this.

“Fuckkk…” He groans as he slides his thick cock into your warm cunt like he’s been waiting for it… Like a long awaited meal he’s been dreaming of having for months. The way he stays still for a moment just to savor the feeling of being inside you while you’re a whimpering mess beneath him. He savors the wet sounds of your pussy, your whimpers, and the feeling of your soft skin beneath him. “Knew you’d be worth the wait…” He murmurs, probably to himself.

You don’t even get to ask what he means before he’s pulling his cock halfway out and slamming back into you.

You cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders desperately as your legs wrap around his waist as he roughly takes you in. He doesn’t seem to care about how the bed creaks or how Kirishima–who happens to be next door–will feel hearing your cries of pleasure combined with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

His large hands gripped your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he pulled you back against him to drill his cock deeper, fucking you like a man on a mission. His mission? Probably to fuck you so hard you forget your own damn name… He was succeding so far.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this….” He chuckles, breathless but clearly amused. You can’t respond anyways since you’re too busy moaning and crying his name because he’s quite literally destroying your pussy right now, making lewd wet sounds with every thrust from how wet he made you. “You’re taking me so well… Like you were made for my cock…” He groans, thrusting as deep as he can go. But it's not enough for him, he pulls your legs onto his shoulders to go even deeper…

“Fuck… Do ya see that?” You don’t, but you feel it… Especially when he presses down on your stomach and you gasp when you feel his cock bulging through. “Didn’t know you were such a goddamn whore… Thought you were a virgin.”

“I’m not a whore…” You protest weakly, your voice breathless and hoarse from moaning but he hears it and laughs.

“Oh really? Why’s your cunt sucking me in so good then?” He purrs, grinning as he pulls your hips back to meet his thrusts again as if to prove his point.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck!” You gasp, feeling a growing knot in your stomach that must be an orgasm. “Bakugo… I’m gonna cum!” You cry out.

And his grin only widens, he fucks you harder you fear the bed might break. “Oh really? Do it. Cum all over my cock you slut!”

And his degradation only push you over the edge, cumming hard with a loud cry of his name that could probably be heard across campus. 

“Fuck yes…” He groaned as he came deep inside you, slowing but not stopping his thrusts. He resorted to grinding his cock into you to get his cum as deep as possible like he was intending to breed you.

…What a pervert.

“...You put Mina up to this didn’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You try to ignore the fact you’re snuggled up beside him to be mad at him. “You seriously couldn’t just straight up ask to fuck me instead of having Mina hint and push for weeks before you finally asked me IN A CLOSET?”

Bakugo pauses… Blinks… Then looks at you.

“...Would you have said yes if I asked straight up???”