#BENNETT

he doesn’t know if he wants to be close to you 24/7 or if he wants to avoid you to spare his poor heart from combusting

his heart just beats so fast when you’re with him!! his mind goes all fuzzy and he’s always distracted by you!! (*´Д｀*)

you’ll get lots and lots of small little gifts from him; sometimes they’re little rocks he thought looked pretty, flowers, treasure (read: cabbages) he found on his adventures, small little trinkets he got from marjorie - he just wants to see you smile so prettily at him!!

to be honest he’s,,,,not very subtle about it? he doesn’t really know how to handle a crush on someone, so you might have to be patient with him! while he’s very obvious he’s also pretty much oblivious to his own advances, if that makes sense?

like, he’ll shower you in praise and little gifts but he’ll also just implode on the spot if you’re ever the one getting him something or telling him how amazing he truly is

he’ll get around to confessing eventually!! especially once he got some advice from his dads (о´∀`о)

all of them encouraged him, told him that, they’re obviously also interested in you, who wouldn’t be, benny?! just take them to starsnatch cliff and confess, boy!

that got his confidence skyrocketing!! ٩(๑`^´๑)۶ his dads believed in him and that’s the only reassurance he really needed to come clean about his feelings for you~

his confession will either be a spur of the moment thing or planned to a t - no in between (〃ω〃)

it might even be a combination of both - he has a perfect plan to confess to you, but he’s so overwhelmed and excited that he just accidentally blurts it out while you’re bandaging him up

“dear archons benny, look at you! you really need to sto-“ “i like you.” “….benny, what?”

it’s safe to say that he was on cloud nine when he came home to his dads that night, wounds taken care of and loving kisses pressed to his cheeks (｡･ω･｡)

#CHILDE

he’s already a charming and flirty person, so it’s honestly quite difficult to distinguish genuine flirting from his usual banter （*・∧・*）

sometimes he manages to fluster you when he looks at you with such a sweet and warm smile but that feeling quickly fades away when you see him smile at the waitress the same way and you’re just like 川*￣д￣*川 ⁈

his crush on you is most obvious in those moments you’re not there to witness it:

when he offloads some of his work to some other agents because he promised to go stargazing with you, the way he’ll scold any of the other fatui agents if they so much dare as to speak to you in a way that’s anything else but respectful-

every single thing he does for you is loving but every time you begin to think that he might see you as more than just a friend, he pushes you back again - it’s a draining game of tug of war between you two (つ﹏<。)

he wants to give you everything he has, his time, his attention, his love - anything you want. but he knows that it’s not possible; he’s a harbinger, he’s a dangerous man, he’s not made for a relationship. not now, not ever

but he wants to be with you so bad, which is why he does the things he does - he wants to live the relationship experience with you without actually becoming your boyfriend - and it’s all to protect you

still, when he bids you farewell before leaving for a few months, he can’t keep it to himself anymore. he has to tell you now; he has to make sure you know, that you’ll be his once he returns

it’s like something straight from a romance novel, you’re standing at the pier, waving goodbye to him while he boards the ship when he suddenly runs back, catching you by surprise when he grabs your hands in his,

“hey, what are you-“ “i love you! i love you so much, god, and i know i’m about to leave but please, please wait for me. promise me, please.”

you stare at him, panting in front of you, determination written all over his face and you just nod, of course you do, because he finally said it - he finally was honest

he barely managed to get back on the ship in time but hey!! he got a kiss as a farewell gift so that’s still a win in his book (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

#DILUC

oh dear, oh dear…he’s in denial for such a long time!  (；¬д¬)

he just believes there is no way he could be in love with anyone? he continuously tells himself that he’s perfectly fine with the friendship the two of you share and that this little crush of him is just a temporary trick his mind is playing on him

well, surprise surprise!! it only got worse over time…how unexpected, master diluc! ฅ(˘ω˘ )ฅ

he’s so helpless? he is quite popular with the people of mondstadt but he himself never really had any romantic interest in anyone so now that he’s does he’s struggling a lot (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

he becomes a little stiff and stoic around you and at first you think he might be a little more stressed than usual; that he’s straining himself more than usual - he does live a double life, after all!

unfortunately, it doesn’t stop - so you begin to think he might just not enjoy spending time with you like he used to, which leads to you visiting the tavern less and less (◞‸◟；)

diluc notices, of course he does! he looks forward to seeing your figure walk through that wooden door every single night he’s on bartender duty, so when you stop showing up, he gets antsy

did something happen? are you alright? what if you got hurt and you’re just laying somewhere, helpless and alone?

he knows it’s a little paranoid and maybe dramatic, but his life hasn’t been kind to him - he’s used to being on guard and to expect the worst and he wants nothing more than for you to be safe and sound, preferably right next to him

you’re honestly quite surprised to see diluc walk into cat’s tail, his eyes immediately finding yours, visible relief washing over him

“diluc, what are you-“ “i was worried about you, you stopped coming over to the tavern, and i thought something might’ve happened to you so i looked for you…and while we’re here i’m going to get it off my chest; i like you, as a friend and as…a romantic partner. please consider me as a possible suitor, i-“

you interrupt him with a kiss to shut him up, which leads to both of you leaving the tavern blushing furiously, but hey! you have each other now （ʃƪ＾3＾）

#KAEYA

ohohoho the cavalry captain has a little crush~~ what a rare sight to see! consider yourself lucky ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

you see, he’s not really surprised he fell for you - you’re amazing! if anything he’d expect to have to fight tons and tons of other possible suitors for your attention

but you like him, a lot! and he knows that. truth, he’s not quite sure if it’s also in a romantic sense but either way, he enjoys basking in your attention

he especially enjoys the attention he gets when he teases you - the cute frown on your face drives him crazy! he just wants to kiss your pout away ෆ⃛(ˇᵋ ˇෆೄ

he not only enjoys teasing you verbally, but also by letting his touch linger a little longer, by staring at you a little more intently until you’re getting shy only to let out a chuckle, throwing a handsome smile and a little wink your way when he sees you walking by - in short, he loves to get you flustered

the amount of times he said that “there’s something on your face”, only for him to lean in really close, staring into your eyes until you grow shy under his gaze and him muttering a “how pretty”, is astounding (*ﾉωﾉ)

neither of you are sure what the intentions of the other are - you don’t know if it means anything when he leans in a little closer than needed to whisper something to you and he doesn’t know what it means when you bring him some tasty baked goods you made yourself

it all comes to an end when he catches one of the knights chat you up in front of the headquarters

sure, the two of you aren’t together and he doesn’t even know if you genuinely like him that way, but he still can’t help the frown on his face - so he decides to take matters in his own hands, once and for all!

“ah, there you are y/n. i was waiting for you, you know? it’s not nice to let your date wait.” “yeah sor-…wait- date?”

the whole exchange probably was the most awkward moment of that poor knight’s life but kaeya doesn’t really care, to be honest - how could he when all his attention is on you and how flustered you got? he loves it, he truly does. and he even got a date out of it! yep, kaeya enjoys this *ଘ( ॢᵕ꒶̮ᵕ(꒡ᵋ ꒡ღ)

#VENTI

oh my god!! he has absolutely no shame!! none!! (〃ﾟдﾟ〃)

he’s always been really close to you which only gets more intense once he develops a crush on you-

now, instead of making up funny songs on the spot while you’re on an adventure together, he’ll make up love songs to serenade you on the spot ꈍ .̮ ꈍ

you don’t really take him serious at first which kinda bums him out? like he’s literally singing about his undying love for you!! y/n get the hint!! （｀Δ´）！

while he’ll joke and sing about his love for you, he never really actually says it? which is a big reason why you’re not sure if all of his advances are serious or not

like, the two of you joke around all the time! why would it be different now? what if it’s just wishful thinking on your part??

venti doesn’t get discouraged though, no! it’s quite the opposite, actually - he decides that if that isn’t enough, he just has to be even more obvious!

which leads to rather interesting interactions, to say the least (・ω<)

“venti, why roses? wait, did i miss something-“ “because roses are the flowers of love, dummy! and i love youuuu~”

“thank you for listening, everyone! this will be my last song, and i actually wrote it for someone - for y/n to be exact!”

“come meet me at windrise tonight~ i have a feeling the winds will carry a lot of flower petals tonight~~ it’ll be so pretty, so don’t make me wait!! love you~”

there isn’t really a real confession - the two of you kind of get into a routine that very much resembles a relationship. even the people around you have accepted the fact that their drunk bard and lovely y/n are together (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

sure, both of you have different dates in mind when it comes to your anniversary and telling people how the two of you started dating evokes all kinds of reaction - still, neither of you would have it any other way ♡

#XIAO

a lot, and i mean a lot, of silent staring (・ ・;)

you’ve essentially got yourself a living shadow! he’s always just right there and if you ever even dare to ask him why, he’ll just grumble something about his “protecting duty” and disappear into the bushes ( ・∇・) 。。。

xiao doesn’t really understand this weird feeling he gets whenever he sees you? he doesn’t even have to see you, it’s enough to think about you and suddenly he’s all warm and fuzzy inside - he hates it.

he’s an adeptus! he doesn’t have time for whatever nonsense this is - that’s what he tells himself while coincidentally ordering a second serving of almond tofu which just so happens to be the exact moment you’re returning from an expedition!! what a coincidence!! (￢ε￢　)

he might be a bit more harsh towards you? it’s his defense mechanism if you will; he doesn’t know this feeling, doesn’t know why it’s there, where it comes from, what it means - all he knows is that you’re the culprit!! ᕕ(˵•̀෴•́˵)ᕗ

all his life he figured that feelings like love were only meant for mere humans; so imagine his surprise when he realises he’s in love (with the help of verr goldet, of course)

he’s torn, truly torn - he catches himself daydreaming about you more and more and while he’d usually rather perish than indulge himself in “feelings for mortals”, he can’t help but long for you

he thinks back to the way you’d cradled his head when his karma was especially hard on him - you were calm and so, so warm and you’re quite possibly the first human to make an adeptus like him cry

he cried and cried and, to his shock, it felt good - he didn’t feel ashamed or weak. he felt warm and safe for possibly the first time in his life, his head cradled against your chest while your fingers run through his hair - he longs for the warmth you make him feel

which is how you end up on the balcony of wangshu inn after verr goldet told you someone was waiting for you; a pacing xiao being the first thing you see upon arrival

“xiao? why’d you wanna meet me here?” “…” “xiao? are you-“ “stay with me. forever, i mean. i…i love you, so…please. i won’t repeat myself.”

he may be a little emotionally constipated but with you at his side, he might not even be half bad. (*´︶｀*)

#ZHONGLI

he knows as soon as he develops his crush and kind of decides to just…enjoy the feeling?

it’s not something he got to experience a lot during his long life, so now that he’s in a position where falling in love is natural and okay for him to do, he wants to enjoy it ｡◕‿◕｡

he enjoys the warmth in his chest when you greet him good morning as you pass the funeral parlour, the genuine smile on his face when you invite him to lunch with you, the way you listen to his anecdotal stories with so much interest on your face - it all feels so nice and warm that he can’t help but want to enjoy it instead of making a move

zhongli begins to realise that he’s missed this - sharing a connection with someone, someone he treasures so deeply and truly cares for. he wants to hear about your day, about your opinions, about the little dog you saw on your way home that day - not out of courtesy but because it comes from you, and that’s all that matters (｡◝‿◜｡)

he’s quite obvious about his affection for you - it’s obvious in the smile he throws your way whenever he catches sight of you, the way he’ll listen attentively to anything you say no matter how silly it might be, the way he immediately springs into action when you mention you’re hungry

it’s clear that he favours you over anyone else, which might’ve led to a few off hand comments from hu tao…hu knows 👀

he’s in love with being in love, if that makes sense? though, over time he begins to realise that maybe, it would be even nicer to actually have you call him yours - his heart flutters at the thought ‎(∩ڡ∩)

he’s,,,,old, so his way of making a move might be a bit more traditional than you’d think - still, it’s endearing and makes you swoon

“y/n, would you do me the honours and go out with me? in a romantic setting, if you deem it comfortable and appropriate.”

yuuji looks as radiant as the day you met him, thick strawberry hair and high cheekbones and that bright, glowing grin. all that training he’s done with aoi has definitely been paying off, because his body’s strapped with muscle, black Fire Dept tshirt stretched out over his chest. you heard through the grapevine (definitely not by stalking his instagram at 3 am) that he started working as a firefighter right after graduation.

his chocolate-brown eyes catch yours. the smile on his face dims.

you have to look away, swallowing.

“you’re always late,” megumi grumbles as yuuji takes the seat next to him.

“sorry, i had to work overtime today,” yuuji sheepishly responds. “i’ve had way more paperwork to do lately.”

“yeah, since you got promoted!” nobara socks him in the arm, causing yuuji to yelp in surprise. “everyone, give it up for our new lieutenant firefighter!”

“ah, nobara, you’re embarrassing me.”

“now all you need is a girlfriend,” mei snickers.

you drain your glass of pinot noir in one go. the gesture does not go unnoticed by yuuji.

and all of a sudden, you wish you hadn’t attended the reunion. as your old classmates playfully joke around with each other, talking with such familiarity, you’re hit with a jarring sense of loneliness. you thought you’d made the right decision by leaving your town after graduation, swearing you’d never be one of those people who stayed in the same place for the rest of their lives.

but now you feel utterly disconnected from your home.

you make it to the entree course unnoticed until momo shouts to you across the table. “hey! you’re never this quiet. what’s wrong?”

everyone at the table turns to stare at you- including yuuji. your face heats up.

“i’m fine.” you force a laugh. “just tired.”

“tell us more about the big city! must be awesome, huh?”

“yeah, it’s... it’s great. lots of stuff to do. i love it so much. definitely... don’t regret moving.”

the discomfort in the air is so palpable you want to cringe. holy shit, that was the most unconvincing, embarrassing statement you could’ve made. miwa tries to salvage the situation by rambling about a trip she took to tokyo once- “maybe i should move somewhere else one day!”- but the damage has already been done. you determinedly stare into your bowl for the rest of dinner.

you sit on the steps of the restaurant long after everyone’s left, waiting for your uber to arrive.

damn these long wait times, you curse- but you suppose that’s what happens when you’re all the way out in the suburbs. your fingers idly play with the hem of your dress as you try not to think about how miserable you are.

and then someone quietly says, “hey.”

you look up in dread.

yuuji’s standing next to your hunched-over figure, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. a set of keys hangs from his fingers.

“let me give you a ride home.”

“no thanks,” you mutter. “my car’s almost here.”

“i can’t let you sit here alone at night.”

rolling your eyes, you snap, “oh, of course. the trademark itadori yuuji chivalry.”

the moment the words leave your lips you regret it; you’re always such a bitch to him, so rude and scathing and this is exactly why you both ended things. the light in yuuji’s eyes dims, but he doesn’t relent.

“come on,” he utters.

your guilt overpowers your common sense and you follow him to his Porsche.

“nice car,” you lamely comment.

“it was a personal project. bought it for dirt-cheap. now it runs like a top.”

“wow, you’re a firefighter and a mechanic? what can’t you do?” you joke as you slide into the passenger seat.

he gives you a wry smile. “lots of things, apparently.”

the drive back to your parents' house is dead silent. you sink into the leather plush, your mind dwelling on tonight’s disappointing events without the distraction of conversation.

out of the corner of your eye, yuuji turns the steering wheel with a broad palm. veins snake up his forearm to his hand, leading to thick fingers that handle his car with ease.

your heart aches so badly but you can’t find the words to speak.

“you know,” yuuji says, gaze still focused on the road, “you were so eager to leave town. i thought you’d at least like the big city.”

“i do, okay?” you snap defensively. “i would’ve picked moving any day. are you going to stay in this town for the rest of your life?”

his jaw tightens. “i’m happy here.”

“you don’t know anything else! how can you be so complacent?”

all the sour memories from high school- the heated arguments, the cold shouldering, the way your heart twisted as you watched yuuji laugh with his friends, happy and cheerful and laughing with everyone except you- bubble up in your head.

so then you say something you probably shouldn’t.

“this is why we broke up.”

screech!

yuuji abruptly turns into an abandoned parking lot, ignoring your frightened shriek as he pulls up into an empty space and brakes so hard you jerk forward.

“what the hell?!” you shout. “are you insane-,”

“we broke up because you thought you were too good for me,” he utters. “you graduated and left me behind in the dust.”

“i asked if you wanted to come! and that’s not even the main reason why. we’re completely different- we’d never work.”

yuuji lowers his face to yours. “and why is that?”

you’re scowling as you close the gap.

“because i’m not a loser who peaked in high school. i want more from life.”

it’s been five years but nothing’s changed- you make an inflammatory comment designed to rile him up, his warm chocolate eyes darken, and the next thing you know sweet yuuji is kissing you with a vicious intensity, hand closed over your neck.

it’s sloppy, rough, all sharp teeth and sticky spit. you don’t know what possess you to kiss him back- maybe it’s hatred, or frustration, or another feeling you don’t wish to identify- but you’re moving your lips against his with the intent to hurt him.

a throaty moan reverberates in your mouth as you try to move your hands in his soft pink hair- but yuuji’s having none of it. your seatbelt’s hastily removed, body lifted up with his mere arms and flung into the backseat. he really has gotten stronger, you dazedly think as your ex-boyfriend pins your legs underneath his, gripping your wrists above your head.

“you never have any problem getting wet for a loser who peaked in high school, yeah?” yuuji grinds his knee against your throbbing core, smirking at the choked gasp that tears from your throat. from this angle it’s so clear how much bigger than you he is; yuuji has always been strong, a rising football and track star, but he never loomed over you like this.

your smugness is slowly being replaced with trepidation, as you wonder what the fuck you’ve gotten yourself into.

yuuji senses your nervousness, because the smile on his face widens. “aw, what’s wrong?” he cooes. “not so loud now, are ya?”

“even if i said anything, you probably wouldn’t understand, you stupid meathead- ah!”

pain and pleasure arc through your body as yuuji suckles down the delicate skin of your neck, leaving violent red hickies in his wake. the harder you writhe underneath him the more you’re grinding against his crotch, which is quickly hardening atop your thigh.

“yuu- ngh, fuck,” you mumble. your breasts spill out of your bodice as he yanks down your spaghetti straps.

“christ,” he swears. his gaze reverently trails down your body, from the galaxy of bruises he left on your throat to your pebbled nipples- until he’s staring at the lace panties under your ridden-up dress. you have to look away. no matter how furious you both are at each other, he’s always made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

“cute little thing got all dressed up to see me, hmm?” he gently traps a nipple between his teeth, chocolate eyes still focus on you. if your wrists still weren’t pinned down by his hand you’d be desperately ripping off his pants. “wanted to get my attention even after this long?”

“no,” you mumble. “i don’t care about you.”

“liar.”

shaky breaths leave your lips as yuuji sloppily moves to the other nipple, fingers coming up to tweak the other side.

“it’s not fair,” you hiccup. “you get to touch me, but i can’t do anything to you.”

“hmm, i’m enjoying this as it is, sweetheart.”

“yuu.”

yuuji moves back up your body, until his face is directly above yours again.

“admit that you miss me.”

a scoff reverberates from your throat. “like hell i will.”

but his stare is patient. as you stare into his eyes, your blustering facade slowly fades.

“tell me,” yuuji repeats, lips skimming over yours. “that you miss me. if you didn’t, it’s fine. we can end this right here.”

the tension in the car is almost unbearable. you stare at his plush black seats, torn between your pride and your desire.

and then finally, when he lets out an imperceptible sigh and begins to loosen his hold on your wrists, you whisper, “i miss you so much.”

yuuji freezes.

“i thought about you every single day after i moved,” you continue, gaze still averted. “i can’t tell you how many times i replayed our fights, and just- just thought about what a bitch i was to you. i’m the only one who makes you upset.”

your ex-boyfriend is still for a few moments.

then he utters, “that’s not true-,”

“it is. i-,” you swallow, trying to shove down the swell of emotion rising in your chest. “i was relieved when we broke up. because you’re nice and funny and incredible, and you deserve so much more than me.”

“is that what you really think?”

“i know it.”

and then yuuji’s cupping your cheeks, leaving the softest kisses on your lips, murmuring, “how could you say that, you’re the smartest, strongest girl i know, i thought i was just holding you back-,”

“you weren’t. you made me want to be a better person,” you whimper. you’re finally able to wrap your legs around his torso and pull him flush against you; to rub circles in his sweet-smelling hair as you earnestly kiss him back.

his shirt’s finally pulled off, revealing defined muscles built from years of firefighter work. your fingers ghost over the ridges of his chest, dip down over his tight abdominals.

he’s always been so out of your league.

“can i taste you?” you plead.

“let me go first.”

“no, i asked before you.”

of course there had to be some sort of argument; but unlike times past, both of you do what you’ve never done: compromise.

“mmm,” you moan against yuuji’s thick cock as his tongue inches through your walls. it’s almost impossible to concentrate as he works at your cunt, occasionally moving up to suck your clit.

“if it’s too hard, you can stop,” yuuji says in that sugary-sweet voice he knows will get you pissed. you glower at him over your shoulder- and then proceed to take his whole length in your mouth so abruptly he lets out a choked groan of, “oh, shit, sweetheart.”

you hollow out your cheeks as you bob up and down his length, tongue tracing the large vein on the underside of his cock. yuuji’s lapping at your juices with even more intensity now- he’s slurping and swallowing like he’s desperate to prove something, that competitive streak flaring even though you’re practically putty in his hands.

and that’s what spurs you on; the pleasure yuuji’s giving you makes you want him even more- fills you with an overwhelming need to have all of him. the taste of musky sweat and thick precum sit on your tongue as you swallow down his girthy cock, hands massaging his swollen balls. you’re happy your back is to him; otherwise he’d see the needy look on your face as you earnestly move against his shaft. the deep gagging sounds from your throat echo against the walls of his car.

“where- where did you learn- to do that?” yuuji’s punctuating his words with tender kisses on your pussy, alternating between tracing patterns with his tongue.

you plant large, wet kisses along his length. “what, thought i’d stay a clueless virgin forever?”

yuuji softly chuckles behind you. “i’d like you either way.”

it’s that intimacy that gets you; the soft lilt of his voice, the gentle way he spreads you open, laughing as he coaxes your foot around the headrest of the driver’s seat. you could only feel comfortable being so exposed with yuuji.

“breathe for me,” he murmurs, pushing his thick cockhead through your entrance. you’re desperately clutching onto him as pain shoots through your core, a burn slightly lessened by the dripping slick covering your pussy.

“you’re s-so big,” you gasp. his lips curl up into a smile; after he’s bottomed out inside you, his length pulsing against your gummy walls, he waits as you adjust to his size. your legs come together to wrap around his waist.

“yuu,” you breathe. “need you to move.”

and who would he be to deny you? cries of pleasure tumble from your lips as yuuji plows you into the leather seats, cock brushing your cervix with every thrust. he’s whispering in your ear- you can make out soft, missed you so muchs and most perfect girl in the worlds as he holds you close. it’s like he knows where the soft spots of your body are; the angles that’ll send stars sparking through your vision.

“whose is it?” he murmurs as he fucks into you.

you can’t respond, too overwhelmed by the dizzying sensation of his length dragging against your walls. but you’re grounded by yuuji’s hand gripping your face, fingers digging into your cheeks.

“i said, whose is it?”

“yours,” you sob. “s’all yours.”

“gonna forget it?”

“never, promise.”

“g-good.” yuuji slides his tongue past your lips, kisses you with an intensity that sends your head floating even higher amidst the clouds. “i’m yours, too. always.”

those quiet, devoted words are what throws you over the edge. your body wracks with pleasure as you scream his name, body trembling with mindless euphoria. and since it’s yuuji, the boy who has always unconditionally doted on you, the sight of you coming undone for him brings him to his release as well. ropes of thick semen spurt over your stomach, covering your skin in pearly-white.

it’s all so filthy; sweat and spit and release dripping over your body onto the clean black interior.

silence hangs in the air, punctuated only by you and yuuji’s soft panting. your mind is still in a state of post-orgasm bliss, jumbling all rational thoughts about what you just did and who you did it with.

yuuji’s limbs are still entangled with yours, his head buried in your shoulder and your arms wrapped around his torso. you can feel his heart thrumming against yours.

slowly, the fuzziness begins to ebb.

“hey,” yuuji murmurs into your skin. “when do you leave?”

“it was supposed to be tomorrow,” you rasp.

he goes still.

“i’m thinking of... pushing it back,” you slowly continue.

yuuji perks up, warm eyes meeting yours. that contagious grin is spreading across his face again.

“you should. don’t we have a lot to catch up on?”

—

....*refrains from making extremely jaded comments about high school sweethearts*

i would legit die for firefighter yuuji though. would put my entire life on the line for him. ohhh my god. also sorry this was my first time writing mutual masturbation i had to watch soo many xvideos clips bc i had no idea how it works.

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case A: one of the stipulations of your agreement was to have quiet hours after 10 pm.

so you blast funkytown on repeat for half an hour starting at 9:30 pm. max volume. every single night.

case B: megumi starts makes it a point to fuck girls against your shared wall.

“daddy, daddy, you’re so sexy!” a high-pitched voice screams. violent thumping bangs through your bedroom; you’re smothering your head under a pillow, gagging as you try to block out the noise.

“yeah, that’s right, take it,” megumi growls. “you like that? you like when i-,”

“shut the fuck up!” you screech, flinging your water bottle at the wall.

case C: both of you sign each other up for spam calls with your phone numbers.

“if i get one more call from an escort service, i’m going to kill you,” he scowls in the elevator.

“i’ve gotten three calls about the warranty on my car expiring today,” you snap. “i don’t even have a car.”

your neighbor mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like so immature; you respond by hitting every button on the elevator right before you jump out.

both of you are in a vicious war of contrition, trying to one-up each other with every passing day. the pranks grow downright malicious; you're both growing increasingly agitated over your fucked-up living situation.

so it makes sense that one day it finally goes too far.

—

“good morning, dearie!” your landlady chirps, waving hello as you amble out of the mailroom. “how are you doing?”

“alright, how about you?”

“good! oh- are you and that fushiguro boy friends now?”

you swallow down your grimace. “yup! everything’s just peachy between us.”

“that’s so nice to hear! both of you are so adorable. there’s no reason such cute little things should be fighting!”

“uhh... sure.”

your landlady perks up for a moment. “ah, could you do me a favor?” she fishes a plain black wallet out of her bag. “megumi forgot this in my office. could you give it to him? i think it has some important stuff in there- he mentioned he needed it for tomorrow-,”

“not a problem!” you grin, snatching the wallet from her hand. yeah, you’ll return his wallet... in a week, maybe. you can’t wait to see the annoyance on megumi’s face when he realizes it’s gone.

you’re gloating the entire day, dancing as funkytown blares over the speakers. even the suspicious slurping sounds from megumi’s apartment can’t shake the smile on your face as you curl up under your covers.

fuck you, asshole, you dreamily think as you fall asleep.

—

you’re awoken by loud banging.

“coming,” you groggily croak, hurrying to the door. is it your landlady? did you forget to pay something? you hastily turn the knob.

megumi is standing outside, hands shaking in anger. a tremor of unease runs through you; you’ve seen him irritated, exasperated, and aloof, but never so furious.

you involuntarily stumble backwards as he stalks towards you.

“where is it?” he seethes.

“i- what are you talking about?” you squeak.

“don’t play dumb. where’s my wallet?”

“calm down, it’s in my room.” you’re trying and failing to steady your voice. “i’ll go get it-,”

“you’re such a fucking bitch,” he hisses.

your eyes widen.

in all your time of knowing him, megumi has never sworn at you. he’s tossed snide remarks your way, called you stupid or a moron, but never been outright malicious. yet here he is- fingers digging into your skin and venom pouring from his voice.

“i was supposed to fly out to my hometown today. i haven’t seen my family or friends in months.” megumi glowers down at you. “i spent the entire day looking for my ID and credit card. ended up missing my flight. then guess who i run into downstairs?”

oh my god. your landlady is going to kill you.

“do you get off on this shit? are you that pathetic?”

“you do the same stuff to me!” you protest, but megumi’s not having it.

“you started it,” he snarls. “you’re insufferable, one of the most unbearable people in my life. i wish you’d never moved in.”

you’re frozen in place, even after he leaves, slamming the door shut. suffocating guilt and humiliation are filling every corner of your body, twisting your heart into pieces. you feel so bad you feel like you're being strangled.

wow, you dazedly realize. this hurt more than anything he’s ever said to me.

—

you’re trembling as you knock on megumi’s door that night.

there’s no response for several moments; you fidget with the piece of paper in your hands.

and then the door swings open.

megumi’s coldly staring down at you, clad in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. you’re struck by how attractive he is once again; a gorgeous man who hates you more than anything. the aching in your chest intensifies.

he’s holding an iphone- a voice on the other end says, “nobara said she’ll take a ton of pics! hello? helloooo?”

“what do you want?” megumi asks frostily.

“can we talk?” you say in a small voice.

“no.”

swallowing, you lower your eyes. “that’s okay. i- i just wanted to give you this.”

you hand him the paper and slink back to your apartment.

there’s a second of silence; and then you hear megumi sigh behind you.

“yuuji, i’ll call you back,” he murmurs. then a firm hand closes over your arm, tugging you backwards.

“let’s talk,” megumi utters. some of the stony displeasure has disappeared from his gaze.

it’s your first time entering megumi’s apartment. somehow, it’s exactly how you imagined it to be; stainless steel appliances, sleek minimalist furniture, abstract art hanging in black frames.

the only anomaly is the photos plastered on his fridge. pictures of megumi surrounded by his friends, scowling and rolling his eyes and slightly grinning, are held up with a hodgepodge of magnets.

the sight makes you feel a million times worse.

“you didn’t have to do this,” megumi says, holding up the $300 JetBlue travel voucher you bought him. “the airline gave me flight credit.”

you sink down next to him on his couch, regret etched on every pore of your face.

“i just wanted to make it better.” you take a shaky breath; his cruel words echo in your mind. “i miss my friends, too. if i’d planned a trip to see them and it was cancelled... i’d be devastated.”

“it’s okay. i can reschedule.”

the dull resignation in his voice is exacerbating your sadness, making the tears you’ve been holding back well up. his eyes widen as he watches the sorrowful regret blossom over your features.

“i’m sorry,” you shakily whisper. “i’m so sorry. i’ve been a terrible neighbor. i’m going to talk to our landlady about moving out. i don’t want you to be miserable living here.”

it’s embarrassing that you managed to get such a calm, cool man to hate you. fuck, you’re sniffling- you need to leave before you make a fool of yourself even more-

then megumi sighs. suddenly, you’re pulled onto his lap, nestled against his bare chest.

you look up at him with wide, red-rimmed eyes.

“there’s no need for that,” he quietly responds. “i shouldn’t have been so harsh on you.”

“but you’re right. i am unbearable. god, i fucked up everything-,”

“shhh.”

megumi cups your face with a large palm. his thumb gently swipes over a tear running down your cheek.

“what am i going to do with you?” he murmurs.

you stare back at him, hands resting on his warm skin.

you’re not sure who kisses who first; all you know is that you’re straddling his lap, the flimsy fabric of your shorts rubbing against his crotch. you’re trying to be soft- pour soft apologies into your movements- but megumi’s lips are greedily moving against yours like he’s a parched man who's found water.

his tongue curls inside your mouth, intertwining with yours then dipping back over your lips. christ, he’s just as good of a kisser as you imagined, fingers rubbing circles under your cami as he clasps you to his body.

“ah,” you moan as megumi’s lips skim over your jawline, suck hickies down your neck. “feels so- so-,”

his mouth curves into a smile against your skin. “feels so what?”

and because you want to make it up to him, you whimper, “feels so good, daddy.”

megumi stills.

for a moment, you wonder if you’ve made a mistake. but you've heard what those girls have been shrieking on the other side of your wall; he has to be into this.

you anxiously watch him in anticipation.

and then he breathes, “say that again.”

swallowing, you whisper, “daddy, you’re making me feel so good.”

“again.”

“daddy.” you’re rubbing even harder against his grey sweatpants, trying to create as much friction as possible against his hardening length. “want you so badly, wanna show you how sorry i am.”

you’re pinned down to the sofa before you can even react, a knee roughly shoved between your thighs.

“you know how long i’ve imagined you say that?” megumi’s eyes are dark, raging with wild lust. “how much i wanted to fuck you against my wall?”

“do it, please, give it to me,” you beg, and he’s ripping off your cami, exposing your bare breasts. a growl tears from his throat; megumi’s so calm but he’s fucking feral for you, roughly pinching your nipples until you squeal.

“daddy’s going to make you feel so good,” he rasps, swirling his tongue around a hardened nipple. “teach you not to be a little brat anymore.”

“no, let me do it. you deserve it." you struggle a little, wrapping your legs around his sturdy torso and flailing a little- but finally, you manage to flip him over.

your legs are sprawled out on either side of his waist; megumi’s just as ripped as he feels, sturdy muscles and defined abs. your fingers idly trace the dark happy trail that disappears into his sweats.

when you look up, he's staring at you like he’s hypnotized. his eyes are glazed over with a combination of lust and awe as he gapes at your flushed face.

in that moment, you think he looks absolutely stunning.

then his dazed expression fades into a satisfied smirk. he bucks his hips upward, causing his thick bulge to grind against your pussy. a squeak of surprise tears from your mouth; your hands grip his broad torso to steady yourself.

“impress me, princess,” megumi drawls.

you’re soaked.

your lips start at his collarbones, work down his chest. soft groans leave his lips as you gently suck at his skin, red marks blossoming over milky-white. the lower you go, the more your desire intensifies. by the time you pull down his pants with your teeth, causing his erect cock to spring up, you’re drooling.

his length is bobbing under its own weight, a thick vein running from the base to the swollen red tip. suddenly, the screams of all the girls he screwed make sense.

you look straight into megumi’s eyes as spit drips from your lips, pooling over his dick.

“jesus christ,” he swears, rubbing his temples. “you’re so fucking sexy.”

and as you swallow down his cock, the taste of musky sweat and salty precum on your tongue as you relentlessly bob up and down his cock, megumi’s agitation intensifies. you’re making up for everything, throat clamping down on him as you trace patterns with your tongue. your jaw aches with the stretch; when he involuntarily thrusts into your mouth, you whimper softly, causing vibrations to travel up his dick.

“taste so good, daddy,” you gasp, pulling away from him. sticky strings of spit and precum hang from his cock to your mouth, so sloppy, even dirtier as you greedily move to his balls, lips sucking the velvety skin until megumi’s bucking in your hand.

“sh- should’ve done this ages ago,” he groans. “obedient girl, lapping at my balls like a fucking bitch- gonna disrespect daddy again?”

“mm-mm,” you mewl. “‘m your good little girl.”

“damn right. okay, angel, can you follow instructions?”

“mhm.”

megumi lifts your chin up with a hand, eyes locking onto yours.

“tap my thighs if it’s too much. understand?”

“got it.”

“good. now open up.”

you take his length in your mouth again- but when you reach the base, megumi grabs a fistful of your locks and holds you in place, until you’re convulsively gagging around his cock. the sensation of your moans against his skin simply spurs him on; he pulls you off him and immediately pushes himself down your throat again.

you’re choking, sputtering for air, but he’s relentless. lightheadedness spurred by the lack of oxygen begins to wash over you- through the fog in your mind, you hazily hear megumi growl, “that’s right, princess, take it, my pretty little slut.”

right when you’re about to hit his thighs, megumi’s grip on your head finally relents. you tumble back on your haunches, wheezing, as his right hand rapidly pumps his dick. the messy sounds of saliva and tears and precum lewdly squelch through the air as he hovers over you.

“tongue out for me,” he orders.

you automatically comply, sticking open your mouth obediently. his mesmerizing brown eyes lock onto yours as you wait for him to finish.

“daddy, cum on my face,” you plead. “wanna taste all of you, please, please-,”

“shit.” and with that, megumi shudders and releases. thick, hot cum spurts over your features, splattering over your tongue and painting your skin white. he watches almost fervently as his liquid drips from your eyelashes, dribbles over the curve of your cheeks.

for a moment, the two of you are quiet, the only sound in the air your ragged breaths. you're so lightheaded- eyes watery and mind floating up in space. out of the corner of your consciousness you feel a pair of firm arms encircle your waist, gently lie you down on the couch. your back is nestled against megumi’s chest as he tightly clutches onto you.

"daddy," you faintly whisper.

he lays a soft kiss on your cheek.

“you’re so pretty,” he murmurs.

his mouth brushes over your jawline.

“so clever.”

his lips rest against your hair.

“i’ve had a crush on you for months, you know?”

megumi continues to whisper praises into your ear, interspersing his words with soft kisses. slowly, you begin to come back to reality. your breath evens out, fingers intertwine with his.

“megu,” you mumble. “want you inside me.”

“are you sure?”

you twist around to look at him, a faint smile on your lips.

“i’ve been into you forever, too,” you tell him.

he’s so gentle; you’re half-convinced he thinks you’re going to break. but your anguished self-hatred dissipates with every thrust, whimpers of pleasure falling from your lips as his length moves against your gummy walls. the soft sounds of him moving through your slick intensify your arousal; you’re so wet for him, leg hooked behind his as he massages your breasts.

“feel so good,” you slur. “ngh- thank you, daddy.”

megumi nestles his head in the crook of your neck, his cock throbbing inside your stomach.

“i’m sorry for being mean,” he breathes. “i made you feel so bad, huh, sweet girl?”

“s’okay. i ruined everything for you.”

“hey.” megumi’s hand snakes down to your clit. you moan as he slowly rubs circles through your sticky arousal. “no, you didn’t. otherwise i wouldn’t have known how good you feel around me.”

he’s shifting your limbs so his cock moves even deeper, brushing against the spongy spots that draw whimpers from your lips. it’s all so intimate and soft with a tenderness you never could’ve expected from megumi; you don’t want it to end. so when he pushes inside you, you quickly grab his hand.

“daddy- stay for a second.”

he happily obliges. and this is what true bliss feels like; his large cock nestled inside your warmth, filling you up entirely. both of you lie in comfortable stillness, megumi cockwarming you while you relax atop his plushy sofa.

and then he whispers, “can i finish us off, baby?”

“yeah.”

when you come it’s with a breathy wail, body seizing as utter euphoria washes out your senses. you can tell the sensation of your walls tightly clenching around megumi’s length has pushed him so close to release- a few pumps later and he’s filling your cunt with his release, ropes of pearly-white covering your walls until his cum is dripping out of you. you’re addicted to the feeling of his warm release against your skin; you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together, trapping his semen inside you.

“atta girl.” megumi’s large hand presses against your pussy. “don’t spill a drop.”

“yes, daddy," you obediently respond.

you’re breathing gently, fatigue beginning to creep into your consciousness.

“megumi?” you yawn.

“yeah?”

“can i ask you something?”

“of course.”

“can i keep playing funkytown? it's actually really grown on me-.”

he thwacks you over the head, eliciting an irritated ow! from you.

“go to sleep, you little brat.”

—

POG!! this was semi-inspired by American Airlines cancelling my flight back home, causing me to miss my friend's bachelorette party (which sucked because i am literally a BRIDESMAID in her wedding). however it gets kind of dark because if my flight hadn't been cancelled, i would've been at the site of a mass shooting. will i process that? no!!!!! i have been repressing it for weeks :D

it was actually kinda difficult to think of an idea for this fic collab. i think it's bc i didn't want to make it cliche or something. but then i was like... fuck it. blah. anyway ily pocky-writes

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The entire country had been enthralled with Bakugou Katsuki since he was in high school. The media portrayed him as a brazen anti-hero, online forums discussed his ingenious quirk strategies, and- in more recent years- every gossip magazine and Buzzfeed listicle had stuck him on top of their “Most Fuckable Heroes” list. Naturally, he’d coasted through U.A. and landed straight in Japan’s top hero university.

Bakugou knew he was the best. And yeah, he loved his friends and wanted to protect society and all that- but shit, the ego boost he got from his peers fawning over him was intoxicating.

Dynamight was the top of the top, a prodigy who’d managed to overtake most professional heroes. Damn right he deserved respect.

And then you entered Plus Ultra University the year after him, all cocky grins and flashy attacks and snide remarks. You’d practically laughed in Bakugou’s face when he tried to teach your class a battle maneuver.

Despite how many times he blasted you across the room, kicked you to the floor, and hissed insults that made your classmates gasp, you always had that unwavering, infuriating overconfidence. It hit a little too close to home.

Three years later, your mutual hatred still ran deep. Bakugou was graduating in six months, off to work at Endeavor’s agency with a six-figure salary. You were counting down the days until you’d never have to sit through a class with him again.

But you’d have to survive Mina’s dare to make it to graduation.

—

It takes a few kicks for Bakugou’s window to give. When you’ve finally managed to kick it open, you nimbly slip through, landing on all fours on his living room floor. It’s pitch-black and eerily silent; he must be out clubbing with his friends, sticking his tongue down some hapless girl’s throat. A shudder of disgust runs through you at the thought.

“This is so easy,” you scoff, sauntering into Bakugou’s bedroom. It’s a little tricky navigating his furniture in the darkness, but you’re pretty sure the closet’s next to the dresser-

A rock-hard arm snakes around your neck and jerks you backwards.

Years of strength training and quirk practice instinctively kick in; you don’t even hesitate when you jam your elbow into your captor’s solar plexus. He lets out a soft grunt of pain- you take the opportunity to throw a jab at their head. They dodge your attack, bringing their leg to twist behind your ankle and pulling your leg off the ground.

You barely manage to recover your balance as you fall, lithely somersaulting away as an explosion blasts into the air inches away from your face. The orange-gold flames momentarily illuminate the room, throwing light on a familiar figure sneering down at you.

Shit.

“What’s the matter, princess? Weren’t expecting company?”

That aggravatingly familiar voice- that obnoxious nickname- causes your lip to curl in annoyance.

“Aw, sitting alone in the dark on a Saturday night?” you respond, your voice dripping with syrupy condescension. “That’s a low even for you, Kats.”

A furious growl rips from his throat as he flings another wall of flames in your direction. If your quirk didn’t give you superhuman mobility, you’d be toast. Thank god his room is fireproofed.

“And breaking into my house is better? Fuckin’ bitch- I’m gonna torch that smirk off your face. Stompin’ around loud enough to wake me up-,”

But then you plant a mean left hook on him, causing him to let out a grunt of pain mid-sentence. You use his momentary hesitation to throw a cross-jab combination-

And that’s where you fuck up.

The darkness throws off your aim- Bakugou is further to the side than you realized, causing you to slightly stumble forward. That’s all he needs; in the next moment, your arms are violently grabbed and twisted behind your back, body slammed onto the bed and knee shoved between your legs.

The room suddenly floods with soft yellow light as Bakugou finally turns on the lamp sitting next to his desk.

“Who’s laughin’ now?” he drawls, his heavy form looming above you. He’s dressed in a black muscle tee and boxers, putting his well-built arms on display. You struggle to escape from his grasp, but that just causes you to squirm atop his knee.

Bakugou’s smirk widens.

“Okay, congrats,” you snap. “You win. Now let me go, psycho- ah!”

Bakugou has shoved his leg even harder against your pelvis, his hands gripping your wrists so tightly they feel like they’re going to snap.

“It’s pathetic how weak you are. How long did you last- five minutes? Must be a record.”

Tears spring to your eyes as he squeezes your hands even harder. “Ow, Bakugou!”

“Bakugou? What happened to Kats?” He lowers his face to yours- he’s so close you can see the flecks of amber in his vermillion eyes, feel his warm, minty breath on your cheek.

“Look- I’m just here because of a stupid dare,” you tell him, trying and failing to keep your voice from trembling. “I’m sorry, okay? Just let me go.”

Bakugou lets out a harsh bark of laughter. “Oh, I don’t think so, princess.”

You blink up at him with wide eyes.

“Y’know, I should’ve put you in your place years ago,” he continues. “Walkin’ around in your short little skirts, actin’ like you’re the queen of the world when you haven’t won a single fight against me.”

“I said sorry-,”

“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it. I’m tired of your fuckin’ antics.”

And despite yourself- despite how much you loathe Bakugou- his words cause shivers to run down your spine. It’s impossible to ignore how attractive he is at this proximity, the sheer power that ripples through his muscles. He could break you if he wanted. Snap you in half with no effort at all.

Tense silence hangs between the two of you. The hot, needy ache in your lower stomach intensifies with every passing second.

And then Bakugou’s eyes slowly trail over your flimsy cami, pausing at your breasts. He shifts his grip so that only one of his hands circles your wrists.

“Huh,” he muses, thumb coming down to slowly circle a pebbled nipple. “Knew you were a fuckin’ bitch, but didn’t know you were a whore too.”

Your face grows hot with mortification. “I- it’s ‘cuz I’m cold, not- hng!”

He harshly tweaks a nipple, causing your pelvis to jerk up in response. A cruel laugh tears from Bakugou’s throat.

“So if I reach down here-,” His fingers shove past your running shorts, sliding over your panties, “-you won’t be wet?”

Ragged gasps leave your lips as Bakugou lazily moves his hand against your slit. His knuckles push against your panties just the slightest, firm enough so you feel him, but too light to be enough. You let out a needy mewl as you rut against his calloused palm, trying to heighten the friction-

But Bakugou abruptly pulls his hand away, laughing viciously.

“Bakugou,” you whine. “Come on.”

“Oh, no, no, sweetheart,” he cooes. “You break into my apartment, and you think I’m gonna get you off?”

“Like you haven’t wanted me for the last three years. You’re not very subtle when you’re staring at my ass.”

Bakugou growls, baring his teeth, but you don’t miss the flush that creeps up his neck. Suddenly, he lets go of your wrists.

“Okay, princess,” he utters. “You’re free to leave.”

You stiffen. Frustration rises up in the pit of your stomach as you glare up at him. The seconds tick by; Bakugou’s mirth grows as you stay frozen on the bed.

“That’s what you asked for, right? Go.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you hiss.

“Why? You don’t want me at all, right? So just- mmph!”

You’ve launched yourself into his lap, smashing your lips on his in furious desperation. He immediately clasps his large hands around your waist and tugs you closer, reciprocating with equal force.

Your kiss is passionate, intense, all angry tongue and teeth and stubborn refusal to yield. Bakugou’s hands rip apart your cami like it’s butter, greedily massaging your breasts like he can’t get enough.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, grinding against his rock-hard bulge.

“What did I say?” Bakugou says mockingly, pushing you off him. “You’re not getting off before me.”

And for a moment- when you peer up at him with a wounded gaze, your lips bruised and wet- he almost relents. Almost.

But a twisted sense of victory washes out every other emotion inside him. It’s so satisfying seeing you like this. He’s tried everything the last few years to break you down- shouting at you and overpowering you and blasting you to the wall- but nothing has reduced you to this whimpering, needy mess.

“Aw. Look at you.” The condescension oozes off his voice. You’re clumsily pulling at his boxers, fingers tugging the band down to reveal his thick, erect cock. It’s enthralling, almost; the prominent vein that snakes down his length; the salty precum trickling from his swollen red head; the strangled groan that leaves Bakugou’s mouth as you gently lay kitten licks around his shaft.

“Can you handle it, angel?” he murmurs, staring at you beneath hooded eyes.

“Of course. I’ve had... b-bigger.”

“Really?” Bakugou cocks a lazy eyebrow. “Don’t have to hold back, then, hm?”

Your lips gently wrap around his tip, tongue tentatively lolling around his length. There’s something about his musky scent that intensifies your arousal; you’re gripped by a wanting need for him, a desire to feel him entirely filling your mouth, stuffing himself down your throat until the only sensation in your mind is the heavy girth of his cock. It’s exhilarating as you slide down his length, drool dripping over his skin as you take him in his entirety.

“Oh, sh-shit,” Bakugou swears roughly, fingers threading through your hair. “Yeah, fuckin’ pathetic- are you so cockhungry you’ll suck off the guy you hate the most? Just need t’be a cumdump for anyone?”

Shit, you look so precious like this, gazing up at him with teary lashes and pitiful eyes. You’re hollowing out your cheeks as you bob up and down his length, soft hands pumping around the parts of him you can’t take in. You can’t get enough- sticky strings of precum and spit hang from his cock to your chin as you move down to his heavy balls. Your hand works at his length as your lips wrap around them, sucking and teasing at his velvety skin.

And that’s when Bakugou’s resolve snaps. He thrusts into your mouth, causing you to gag on his length in surprise.

“Come on, take it, take it,” he chants. “Thought you’d had bigger, thought this was nothin’.”

Your nails scrabble against his thighs, finding purchase as you accommodate to his pace. The sloppy sounds of your saliva and tears and precum lewdly squelch through the air as he uses your mouth, thick head pounding into the back of your throat. The sensation of you choking on his length makes his heart race wildly- this was the stuff of his dreams, the late-night fantasies he’d fucked his hand to hundreds of times.

You finally manage to stretch out your jaw to accommodate Bakugou’s size, relax your throat until you’re able to handle him fucking your mouth. The way you’re swallowing around his dick coaxes coarse groans from his lips. His head thuds against the wall, mouth agape as he rasps, “Close- keep goin’, take this fuckin’ cock-,”

You love the way he unravels when he releases. Perfect, untouchable Bakugou Katsuki, falling apart in front of you. It feels like you’re finally pulling him down to your level, an unreachable star in the sky that’s finally fallen to Earth.

A cry leaves his lips as he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat and paints your pretty pink mouth in white. You swallow down on his cock while keeping your eyes locked on his.

“Christ,” he says hoarsely, pulling out of you. “Finally put that bratty little mouth to use.”

You don’t respond, slumping down on his sheets. Your chest rises and falls shakily.

Unexpectedly, a hand comes down to stroke your hair.

“You took that like a fuckin’ champ,” Bakugou murmurs, rubbing gentle circles between your locks.

You look up at him hopefully. “Y-Yeah?”

“‘Course.” He brushes the hair out of your face. His features are arranged in a shockingly tender expression. “You’re always so damn pretty.”

And it’s the way your face lights up at his praise- the way you’re so desperately yearning for his approval- that thrills Bakugou the most. You’ve never cared about his opinion. Always scoffed at his advice.

But here you are, hanging off his every word.

“C’mere,” he says gruffly, and captures your mouth in a kiss. It’s sweeter than the first time, deep and languid with an intensity that leaves your head spinning. When you smile against his lips, he chuckles quietly.

“Alright, princess.” Bakugou lays you down on his plush pillow. “It’s your turn.”

“You’re the best, Kats.”

Bakugou glowers up at you, his head between your legs. He’s gotten your running shorts and underwear halfway down your thighs, leaving your bare cunt exposed. “Don’t push it.”

Anticipation grows in your chest as Bakugou lazily plays with the slick gathered at your entrance. “So wet from suckin’ me off.” You moan as he blows a cool stream of air on your slit.

“D’ya like it when I’m rough with you?” he continues, fingers teasing around your clit. “Do you get off on being my cockslut?”

“Hurry up- ow!”

Bakugou has slapped your pussy, causing pain to radiate through your lower body.

“Talk to me like that one more time, and I’m throwing you out,” he utters. “Do I make myself clear?”

He’s so hot and cold, but somehow, this unpredictability heightens the thrill. When you don’t respond immediately, he smacks you again. A cry of pain tears from you.

“I said, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Bakugou.”

But he hits you again even harder. You whine in protest.

“Call me Katsuki,” he says brusquely.

“What was that for?! I didn’t know-,”

This time, when his hand comes down, you finally learn your lesson.

“Y-Yes, Katsuki,” you whimper, your lips downturned in a pout.

“Aww. Is my little slut sad? Wonder why she got wetter after I punished her, hm?”

You mewl blissfully as he finally delves into your folds, slurping and swallowing like he can’t get enough of your taste. Bakugou’s nose rubs against your clit as he coaxes his tongue into your hole, slowly pushing faster until he’s relentlessly fucking into you.

Everything in your mind’s going foggy, his fingers playing with your clit as skillfully pounds into your gummy walls. You’re blubbering incoherently, strangled moans of feels s’good and Katsuki please the only intelligible phrases streaming from your mouth.

Your orgasm comes too fast, releasing the tension that’s been building in your stomach since Bakugou first overpowered you. But he doesn’t relent; he simply replaces his tongue with his fingers.

“Ah, Katsuki- t-too much-,”

“What’s the matter?” Bakugou sneers, his thick fingers scissoring and curling into you. “Thought you could handle it.” He angles his fingers upwards, switching the spots he’s hitting at a pace you can’t keep up with-

And then he crooks his fingers just right and you let out a strangled moan, your back arching up off the bed.

“Looks like I found something my fuckin’ girl likes, huh?”

“Kats- please, I- I can’t-,”

But then he moves down to lap at your puffy clit and your words are lost in a wanton shriek.

“Yeah? Were you saying something?”

The pain of overstimulation entwines with the heady buildup of your second orgasm- you can’t think at all, can’t keep any thought in your head except Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki-

Bakugou looks up at you, his lips dripping in your slick.

“Cum for me,” he hisses.

And so you do, shudders wracking you as your orgasm tears through your body. You’re nearly sobbing- whether from pain or pleasure, you don’t know- and when Bakugou draws you into his chest, you’re still shaking.

“W-Want you inside me, Katsuki,” you whimper after you catch your breath.

He laughs harshly. “Wasn’t enough for you? Christ, how needy can you get?”

But he complies, his hand firm on your hips as he slams you down on the bed. He yanks your legs over his broad shoulders; you gasp as he slaps your dripping cunt with his erect cock.

“Who does this sloppy little pussy belong to?” he taunts.

There’s no challenge in your voice when you breathe, “You, Katsuki.”

“Dumbed out and desperate, huh?” Bakugou digs his fingers in your windpipe. “Next time you get mouthy with me during training, I’ll remind you how stupid this dick can make you.”

Anticipation skitters through your chest as he lines himself up against your entrance. Before he enters you, though, Bakugou pauses.

“You sure about this?” he asks, the spite gone from his tone.

You nod vigorously. “Wanted this for forever- please, Katsuki, just fuck me-,”

He pushes into you in one swift movement, bottoming out without giving you a moment to adjust. A high-pitched keen tears from your throat; fuck, your body is throbbing around him, stretched out in the most satisfying way possible. You swear you can feel him in your stomach.

“Shit,” Bakugou swears quietly, his jaw clenched. Everything about this moment- from your pussy fluttering around him, to the drool dripping down your cheek, to the wanton look in your gaze- it’s all absolutely perfect.

He slowly draws out of your cunt, his length scraping against your warm velvet walls. A whimper falls from your lips as he buries himself to the hilt inside you again.

“You good?” Bakugou murmurs. His hand snakes down to circle your clit, causing the tension to slowly leak from your muscles. Pleasure finally begins to overtake the pain; you whisper, “Yeah, ‘m ready, Katsuki.”

And then he starts picking up his pace, thrusting into you slowly and then moving faster when he hears your mewls grow louder. “Y’like that?” he growls. “Look at the way you’re rutting against me- fuckin’ hell, princess.”

“Don’t stop, please,” you beg, practically going cross-eyed at the way he’s pounding into you. Your ankles lock around his neck; he’s hitting you so deep, your position letting him hit angles your fingers could never reach. “Feels so g-good, I can’t...,”

Bakugou sneers. “Your greedy little pussy’s suckin’ me in- god, gonna fuck your stupid little brains out, want you to remember this.”

You’re fervently chanting his name, pupils blown wide open as he rams into you. His hands are everywhere; kneading at your sensitive breasts, pressing against your stomach, rubbing your clit through your slick. A familiar crescendo is building up in your core again- you’re embarrassed at how little it takes for Bakugou to pull an orgasm out of you. He feels you tightening around him and smirks.

“Gonna cum for me?” he pants, sweat dripping down his face. “Go on, then. Fall apart on my cock, slut.”

And in the next few moments the coil of tension snaps; a strangled whine leaves your lips as you convulse uncontrollably around his length, black spots filling your vision as you crest through your release. The sensation of your walls milking him causes Bakugou to tumble over the edge as well. He hastily pulls out, his hand squelching over his shaft as he furiously pumps toward his release.

“Stick that fuckin’ tongue out for me, princess, lemme make a mess of your face- shit!”

Thick white cum gushes from his dick. You obediently catch his semen all over your mouth, letting it drip from your cheeks down to your neck.

There’s a lazy smile on Bakugou’s face as he stares down at your ravished figure, your features filthy with sticky cum and sweat and tears. He’s intoxicated off the high of seeing you submit to him, the addicting feeling of breaking you down completely.

Gently, Bakugou detangles your legs from around his shoulders. He slumps down next to you, his eyes momentarily fluttering shut.

You were everything he dreamed of and more. Half of him is still in disbelief about what just happened.

Finally.

Bakugou can’t stop at just this.

He turns, hand reaching for you-

But comes up with empty sheets.

“Wha-,” he mumbles, pushing himself off the pillows.

“Thanks for this.” You’re standing by the window, hair unkempt and face still sloppy. Despite your frazzled appearance, though, you’re practically glowing with triumph.

“Wait a minute,” Bakugou growls, peering at the wad of fabric in your hand. “Are those... my boxers?”

You shoot him a wink. “See you around, Kats.”

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theres no part 2 but ya y/n and katsuki totally get together after this LOL

"And how would you know that?" you ask, bored. The man puffs his chest up, glad that you're finally giving him the attention he so desperately craved.

"That cosplay. You can't be a fan since you're missing--"

"I know what I'm missing from his costume. This costume is paying homage to his UA days, hence the lack of a halter top, and just a regular tank." you list off, before going back onto your phone. The guy scoffs again, another stepping up to you instead this time.

"Well what's his favorite color?" One folds his arms and looks down at you from his nose. You answer while still typing to your followers.

"Red. People think it's orange or black because of his costume, but it's red." You rattle off, huffing in frustration when you keep misspelling a word. The guys don't let up though, keep rattling off questions that you flawlessly answer until they get to one.

"Well what's his favorite cereal, since you know so much, fangirl?" He practically snarls, stepping closer to you until his shadow looms over your screen. You sigh.

"He doesn't eat cereal in the morning. Just plain oatmeal, that he occasionally throws a bit of chili pepper into." You answer, finally finishing up your typing to look the men in their faces. Instantly, they burst into laughter, pointing at you and slapping each other on the back.

"Oatmeal?" one laughs as he wipes away a tear. "Like he's some old man!"

"She thinks she knows so much! Can't believe how confident she was!"

"Everyone knows its All Might-O's!"

They keep jeering at you, poking and making fun the longer you ignore them. You only start to get fed up when one of them lands a large hand onto your shoulder as the others start making comments about the exposed skin of your costume. Before you can even slap him off, someone from behind you is grabbing the offending hand in theirs, crushing it with an audible pop of knuckles as the man gasps.

"First of all, don't ever fucking touch someone without their permission, you fucking creeps." The voice sends shivers down your spine as your eyes buck and you spin around on your heels. The man is wearing a black hat, but the unruly blond spikes and the irritated red eyes already tell you who he is.

"Secondly, she's right, you morons. I don't like all that sugary shit, so shut the fuck up and get out of here." The men scurry before Dynamight can even fully get the words out. They apologize hastily, more to him than you, but they're gone in an instant.

You don't realize that you've been stuck staring at the hero, or that he's sizing you up appreciatively, until he opens his mouth and you miss his words. You hum in question, finally knocking yourself out of your haze as he huffs through his nose and jerks his chin to the rest of the bustling con around you.

"I said, do you want to walk around the con with me, since you're alone? This is my last time asking." he grumbles, scratching his nape as he tried to keep his eyes up like the respectable man that he is. You only grin and nod your head quickly. Fuck yeah, you were going to take this 'y/n life' opportunity!

...

Weeks after meeting and walking around with the Number Two hero, you guys hit it off. You somehow got his number, and even went over to the hotel he was staying at! While sex should have been on your mind, instead the two of your just talked and talked into the night.

You gushed about him as a hero and rattled off all the fan shit you knew. And while he also was secretly expecting sex from the cute fangirl nerd he had walked around with all day, he actually enjoyed your company and bragging about all the shit he had done in his hero life. Also spilled a little bit of harmless dirt on his friends before you two crashed that night.

But now it's been weeks, and the hero finds himself in your neighborhood more often than not. He stops by at the most random of times, sometimes to hear about fangirl shit from you, sometimes to drop the fact that Denki sniffs peoples seats whenever they leave.

But he realized that a few of these unknown facts to the media have started drifting around the internet. He knows that none of his friends would drop small embarrassing facts about themselves or others, so he realizes it's you.

It all comes to a head one night when he invited himself over. You were just about to get in the shower and told him to wait on the couch before you got out. He complies, but picks up your phone the moment he hears the water running. With his hero knowledge, the fucker somehow manages to unlock your phone and starts snooping around, trying to figure out how the hell you were spreading this information.

After brief looks at your dry ass text messages, he starts looking through your apps and pauses when he finds an account. The account is nothing special, just another weirdo fan account of him, but what stops him in his tracks is that you're logged in and you have over 6 thousand followers, consisting of talking about him.

His brain practically oozes from his ears when he clicks on a link on your top post, a link which sends him to, what he guesses, is all the shit you have talked about and written about him. And with the key code at the top of the very long list, it's a majority of smut. Written about him. By you. The innocent nerdy fangirl who rattled off everything she knew about him.

Before he realizes he's doing it, he's clicking on one of the links, completely unaware of how the shower water stops. He's so engrossed into every line, how scarily accurate everything is (even though his dick is both long and thick, thank you) he doesn't realize that you're standing behind him until you let out a startled scream and instantly lunge for your phone.

Bakugou is fast though, catching you by your toweled waist and pinning you down onto the couch by the small of your back. You're flailing, arms thrashing, legs that still hang off the back of the couch kicking wildly. You pause though, when you hear a chuckle.

"I knew fangirls could be dirty, but I didn't think that you'd be their ring leader, nerd." He chuckles, pushes your back harder until you slowly melt onto the couch fully. You sit up, attempting to grab your phone again while still holding up your towel, but he grabs your reaching wrist, pulls you in until you fall halfway onto his lap. He smirks down at you, watches how your eyes dart from his to your still open phone.

"I'm not their ring leader! I'm just another blog about you!" you cringe as soon as the words leave your lips, eye screwing shut as you berate yourself in your head. You slowly open them though, when you feel his warm breath against your cheeks.

Bakugou is staring down at you, eyes half lidded as he licks his lips. They trail down to the water-droplets that slide down your skin, until the gather to where you're halfheartedly holding your towel to your body.

"If you wanted me to handcuff you, spank you, then spit in your fucking mouth, why didn't you just say so, princess?"

Holy shit. Were you really becoming y/n, or was this another daydream and your boss is actually yelling at you right now? By the pinch you give yourself on your inner arm, it wasn't a daydream.

"I-I don't, I, um,"

"I-I-I," Bakugou mocks, quickly tucks your phone into his back pocket as he pushes you to lay flat on your couch. Your eyes are wide and unbelieving as he smirks down at you. You're still holding your towel to you, but it opens slowly the closer he leans down. He pauses to glance at it, grabbing your hand in his and peeling away the offending fabric until your wet and naked body comes into view.

"This is what you wanted, right?" he asks, leans down to run his lips across the peaks of your nipples. You shudder, instantly grip his hair in your hands.

"Wanted the Number Two Hero to catch you when you're coming outta the shower? Wanted me to be the insatiable beast, that you wrote, take you like the whore you are? That's what you wrote, isn't it?" He whispers, darts his tongue out to taste your skin. Your back arches into his chest as he trails down further and further until he hovers over your already dripping cunt.