Word Count: 4,842

CW: swearing, villain attack, descriptions of child abuse, slight torture

Summary: Flambae is entrusted with his niece after his sister is suddenly called into work last minute. Unable to get time off, Flambae opts for bringing Aria to SDN assuming it was the safest place for a child to be. Turns out Aria is more adventurous than he predicted and when a villain attacks, she's nowhere to be found.

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Summary- It began with a panicked lie- a quick excuse to get the media off Katsuki Bakugo’s back. A fake relationship meant to silence the press spiraled out of control when Bakugo was forced into Kyoto’s Hero Gala. Till- a villain crashes the party, claiming he’s only here for “the girl.” Lies unravel. Truths claw their way out. But out of everything said that night, only one lie ever truly defined him.

Relationship- Katsuki Bakugo X Fem! Reader AU- Pro Hero (Early 20s) Rating- Teen and Up Warning- Light Cursing

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Oh, shit. Why did he say that?

Every detail, large and tiny, flashed in his head. Again. And again, and again. The media, his own words, Kirishima's reaction. All things blurred as he stared blankly at the full locker.

Has he already changed? The gauntlets are there. He must've.

Slam. Besides him, the bright blue locker rushed cool air into his face as it closed, clicking in place.

"Bakugo?"

Kirishima's voice echoed in Bakugo's ears, finally becoming clearer.

"I'm fine," Bakugo mumbles, slamming his own locker. Before pushing past the hair-naked man, red hair all messy, and picking up the large and quite heavy gym bag.

"Oh, well. See you after your trip!" Kirishima calls out.

Bakugo froze mid-step... No- What the fuck did he just do? He groaned as he rushed out of the locker room, swinging the bag over his shoulder.

His whole body ached, the strap digging deeper into his shoulder with every step. He shouldn't have done that extreme workout. Hell, he wasn't even supposed to clock in at the agency.

Giving him a weekend off, only to bother him about coming in. It just pissed him off.

The familiar golden-plated numbers stared back at him. Face reflecting as the heavy gym bag almost slipped off.

Why is he here? He didn't even remember walking here. He should go back home, where he can hide.

Instead, his body moved. Knuckles landed on the door, following his usual pattern of three knocks. He didn't even call; normally, he would. Too lost in his own thoughts.

With a click, the door swung inwards, followed by the slow creaking that never seemed to leave- despite how many times he tired fixing it.

"Oh- Hi!"

There you were, in the most comfortable-looking pjs, smiling- the same smile you've always given. The earthly smell immediately hits his nose...Familiar, like that old hag's miso soup. Looking down at your figure, he finally noticed the large ladle in one hand.

Crap- Did he interrupt dinner? "Bakugo?"

... You didn't know.

"Can I come in?" Bakugo blurted out. Watching as you glance down at your spoon before moving to the side.

You chuckled. "Sure. What dinner too?"

"I saw that you prevented a robbery," you recounted as you placed down a steaming bowl of miso soup in front of Bakugo.

Ba-bump. He swallowed, throat parched, before he looked down at the bowl. If you did know, then why are you acting so normal?

"On the News?" He asked, picking up his wooden spoon- black engulfed the handle. The same one he'd accidentally burned years ago. The one you insisted on keeping just for him, only for him. After ensuring it was safe to use again.

"No, I saw it from my balcony," You sarcastically said with a smirk. "Yes, on the News before Frost decided to unplug my TV."

Oh, so that's why the TV was moved to its side. Bakugo knew that cat would cause problems...But if Frost never unplugged it- Bakugo didn't want to know the what-ifs.

"Thought you would've taken a break like me," You added as Bakugo turned, watching you slip into the stool next him, before taking a spoonful of miso.

Right. The trip. The Kyoto Hero Gala, with top heroes and...reporters.

The wooden spoon knocked against the swirling counter of the island as you placed it down, looking concerned.

"Bakugo, are you alright? You haven't touched the soup-"

"About that," he began, cutting you off. Ba-bump.

Hot, too hot. He wanted to pull his shirt off or even the collar away. He felt sticky, his hands clammy.

You swung slightly, the stool cried beneath you.

Did everything in this place creak?

Your body facing him, hands now folded carefully in your lap.

"What if I told you that-," The words caught in his throat. He didn't like this. He felt too exposed as his voice cracked. Breathing out, he opened his mouth-

Ring

Your phone rang in the small apartment, its tone the same as it had been since UA, vibrating against the counter. You apologized before picking up the phone, swinging off the stool, and heading through the living room and out onto the balcony. Bakugo sighed- He needed to tell you, before someone else does.

Delicious as the soup was, Bakugo waited. And waited. For what felt like a long time before hearing the sliding of glass doors. He turned as you dropped your phone onto the coffee table.

"Um, sorry." You hesitated, shifting on the other foot. "What were you going to say?"

Bakugo wanted to retreat. Go home. Shut himself away- the same pathetic habit the nerd did as a kid. Damn it...he hated how much he'd started to resemble Deku.

But he couldn't. He'd already stepped into this river, and now he was in too deep to turn back. Bakugo picked at his nails before speaking. "That I may have lied to the public...about us."

"That we are dating?" You slowly said, before looking over to your phone, before looking back at Bakugo. "My agency called about it...Why?"

Bakugo stood up, "The annoying reporter kept bugging me about mt love life. I...panicked."

You stayed quiet. The silence punched him harder than any villain had. Did he just destroy what he had with you?

"If you want, I can leave." Bakugo began, voice lower- not a whisper, but not his casual tone.

You hesitated, just for a second, before nodding.

Bakugo maneuvered around your kitchen- placing his bowl in the sink before he threw the duffel bag over his shoulder. Before turning back to you.

"I'm here if you want to talk," he said, shifting the bag. "See you tomorrow, Float."

...

The Katsuki Bakugo...Panics? Of course, he does; he's still human. You knew that. But he admitted it, to you.

Not too long after Bakugou left. Your phone buzzed, chiming every few seconds. Friends congratulating you. Family calling and trying to get answers. After receiving enough attention, you shut your phone off.

You didn't know what to think or feel. Should you be mad at what Bakugo did?

Meow. Frost rubbed his little white furry head on your arm. Blue eyes staring back at you.

You looked over to your phone, hoping things had calmed down. Till another message popped up.

Boom I did it to get the media off my back, they are annoying as hell. I wasn't thinking straight.

Sighing, you gently scratched behind Frost's ears as he curled up into your lap.

Bakugo's right.

The media are the most pushy and nosey people you've ever met. Sticking cameras and microphones in faces as if personal bubbles meant nothing. But why did he pick you? He could've picked anyone. Hell, if he wanted to, he could've created an imagined lover.

You know what, it might actually be a good idea to go along.

...

You looked over Gion, Kyoto, watching. The low lights brighten each path. Quiet, as only a few civilians strolled below. Pink cherry leaves drift away from the blossom trees. It will never replace Musutafu, but it was still gorgeous.

Despite the midnight breeze blowing the loose ends of hair, you felt...off. Nervous maybe?

Breathing in the fresh air, your lips tug softly- grateful for this patrol. After everything, being trapped in the small car with Bakugo hadn't exactly been on your agenda. At least you talked things out.

Ding!

The message icon popped into your vision. Placing a hand over the earcovers, you spoke.

"Play message."

Static buzzed in your ear. "From Boom," the familiar robotic voice began. "Are you sure we can't back out now?"

You chuckled. Although the voice stayed emotionless, you could imagine the slight grumbling Bakugo would've made.

Smirking, you still wondered how the number one Pro Hero, Deku, got out of going.

Ever since UA, Bakugo wasn't the greatest at socializing, probably his least favorite task in hero work. Or the annoying paperwork sitting on the desk after each mission, little or big.

The smile faltered- The gala...The media. Your fake relastionship.

"Holy shit," you mumbled. This is the first outing....How will the media act? How would you act?

Like Bakugo's significant other. Put on the show.

...

"Keep your guard up," you said, still looking into the small mirror as you fixed anything out of place.

"This isn't my first rodeo."

In your peripheral vision, Bakugo leans back into the wide leather seat, the back jacket stretched as it revealed the bright orange tie, with little flowers curling down. Just like the waist tie Bakugo insisted your wear- matching, of course.

You sighed, slamming the mirror shut with a snap. "I guarantee there will be an attack tonight. No sane person would pass up the opportunity to attack a building filled with top heroes from all over the world."

Bakugo smirked, looking back at you. "You have a plan, don't you?"

...

The long and fancy limousine slowed down, coming to a complete stop. Bakugo could already hear them. People shouting, cameras shuttering every second, flashes making their way into the car.

"Ready to give a performance?" Bakugo asked as he stood up, pulling his tie. To be honest, he was nervous himself. He could feel the stickiness in his hands.

It's just walking down the red carpet.

He watched as your chest rose before you nodded.

The door slid open- flashes already blinding. Bakugo steps out, before turning back and asking for your hand.

Your heels clicked the floor as your arm now draped over his.

The media shouts- cameras and microphones pushed past the small barrier that kept them away. Followed by questions.

Bakugo felt you pull closer to him, waving your hand as you walked down the red carpet. He took smaller steps- not because he needed to, but because it looked good.

"Give us a kiss!" One shouted over the others.

Everyone stopped. Cameras go silent.

Bakugo glanced over to you, as you stared back at him with those adorable widened eyes.

Fuck. He had no idea how comfortable you are with this. This wasn't what he talked about.

The cheek.

He turns, now facing you. But instead of any gestures like cupping the face or grabbing your side, he carefully places a hand by his chest, pointing up. Hoping you would get the hint.

But instead, you grabbed his tie, pulling Bakugo closer than ever. And you leaned in, pressing your soft lips on his. And you held it there.

Everyone snaps pictures, even after you lean down, smiling as you fix his tie. It wasn't long enough; he wanted more, still feeling the soft warmth of your lips as you headed into the building.

...

The spotlights were too bright. Bakugo's whole body went tense, hairs prickling. Something was wrong- the shift in the air behind him. The creak so tiny that only someone on the stage would hear. You heard it too. He couldn't see anything, but his gut knew.

He suddenly felt too tall on the stage, too exposed, every eye on him. He glanced your way, watching your knuckles turn white around the microphone.

"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen!" You began, stepping forward. "A big thank you to Kyoto for hosting this gala."

As you finish, he knew it was his turn. Chest raising before holding the slightly heavy microphone to his lips.

Come on, you have one sentence.

"As the representation of Musutafu, over twenty of our agencies have donated to this cause."

Perfect. Flawless, no hesitation. Thanks to you, he played his part in the speech.

"And we thank every hero here and there. Inside and outside. You have spent your time-"

Bing!

His microphone slips, hits the floor, and clatters against the wood. Followed by another. He winced at the sharp buzzing echoing in the room- then froze.

You were on the floor, red slowly blooming on your dress.

No. Shit. He can't lose you-

Did you... just wink?

"I'll wink as our signal to separate."

His foot shifted- not even a step in before it pressed hard on his temple.

"Do. Not. Move."

You’ve been Dynamight’s sidekick for about 6 months now, which is a little shocking considering you’re not an action hero. You've always been confused why he chose you out of all the other applicants, especially because your quirk was relatively weak for the kind of missions he goes on. It was rather simple: you can read minds, but you had to make eye contact with the person, and you could only read their current thoughts (no memories).

    This all comes in handy if you were needed to be a double agent or spy, but Katsuki has never submitted you for those roles. He wants you by his side fighting crime on the streets.

“Watch me and you’ll learn.”

    You always roll your eyes when he says that. The job position is so frustrating, but you get paid to do practically nothing so it’s almost worth it. Not to mention how hot he is. Getting paid to walk around all day watching a hot hero kick ass? Hell yeah.

    Your role on the team is to basically be a watchdog. When a villain tries to make a move, you read their minds and speak into your earpiece so DynaMight can intercept it, but with your quirks downfall that rarely happens. No one can say you’re never focused, though.

    The day was reaching its end. Not much had happened, a few robberies and car wrecks, some basic stuff that the police probably could’ve handled.

    Red Riot and his sidekick Umi met up with you two on the street as usual to discuss the day's work and chat. With DynaMight and Riot being best friends it was usually just you and Umi talking while they talked but occasionally Kiri would rope y’all into the conversation.

    The discussion was interrupted when a huge crowd of screaming pedestrians started pushing through the street and sidewalks, clamoring to get away from what looked like explosions and car alarms. Ducking into an alleyway, you peered around the corner trying to make yourself useful while the others fought. It wouldn’t do for them to have to rescue you as well.

    Seeing a villain with oozing orange hair reminiscent of lava, you manage to lock onto his eyes and see what he was planning next.  

“DynaMight, 2’oclock, orange lava, he’s going for your right arm first, don’t let him touch you he’ll melt you!”, you speak loudly into the earpiece and Bakugou follows your orders.

    All of a sudden your head is slammed into the brick wall, your face pressed uncomfortably into uneven bricks while someone pins your arms behind you.

     “Oh little mouse, did you really think you’d be able to hide from all the action?”, the villain says. He presses his body against yours and you feel his hot breath on your neck.

    “No wonder you can read everyone’s mind even with your quirks downside, it’s impossible not to look at you.”

You feel his hands slide up your waist to grab your breasts.

    “Get off of me!” You try to fight back, to throw your head back into his nose and to kick him in the groin but you’re so weak compared to him that even with Bakugo’s training it’s no use.

Tears fill your eyes as he gropes you, a feeling of hopelessness filling your mind. Not only are you about to be raped, your team mates are out there and you can’t help them.

    “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you unless you make me.” He says, flipping you around to face him. “I just need to use you to activate my quirk and I’ll be heading off.”

“Wait what?!”, you say, finding it increasingly more difficult to breathe as you feel yourself spiraling into a panic attack.

“I turn into the person you desire most…with some side effects to your own body of course.” His smirk doesn’t make you feel any better about the situation.

“Usually it’s very useful in luring women to my bed, but today I just need you so I can turn into one of the big hero’s. You’re around them all the time surely you want to fuck at least one of them.”

    Little does he know turning into Dynamight won’t help him at all considering he’s right around the corner.

Your panic turns into anger.

“What kind of side effects?” You growl out,  pushing against his hold on your wrists with all your strength but he doesn’t budge.

“You’ll see soon enough, little mouse.”

His right hand turns burning hot and he immediately turns into your boss.

     He lets go of your grip to look at his hands in surprise, small explosions dancing across his palms with oranges and yellows

“HA! You want to fuck your own boss! Naughty girl. Well I’ll have to deal with what I got. Enjoy yourself.” He says with a smirk and walks away to join the fight.

    You try to follow him but there’s a sudden pressure between your legs making you drop to your knees, gasping. The air gets hot around you, so hot you can feel sweat perspiring under your hero suit and a feeling of growing claustrophobia. All you want to do is take it off. You can feel your nipples hard against the cool afternoon air.

    “Kacchan!”, you call out to your boss, urging him to help ease the tension between your legs.

You can feel your pussy throbbing and dripping, needy for a release, for him.

You sit against the wall and wait for what feels like forever. Just running your fingers over your nipples makes you gasp in excitement.

Putting your hand on your pussy and crossing your legs you bite your lip, trying so hard not to please yourself right then and there in the middle of everything.

You take off your boots and with every movement against your pants your pussy gets wetter and wetter, your desperation growing. Pain starts to ache in your stomach and your vision grows black.

This must be his quirk, if you don’t find pleasure you blackout. Which, considering how ugly he was, is probably how he got women..

You’d do anything right now.

“Y/n! There you are! Are you okay? What the fuck happened?”

“K-kacchan…please.” your words come out breathy and staggered, the arousal making it hard to think .

He runs over and picks you up bridal style, the sudden jolt making you gasp.

“L-let’s get back to the station to interrogate this guy so we can figure out what’s going on with you.”

Your body goes limp and your vision goes dark.

Next thing you know you’re awake, in your own bed. You still feel all the symptoms burning through your veins, making it hard to breathe. Every movement that isn’t sexual hurts, and every touch feels so amazing.

You open your bedside drawer to pull out your faithful dildo to ease the pain.

You’ve been woefully celibate for the last 2 years, so Ol’ Faithfull was your only hope.

“Fucking finally, you’re awake. How do you feel?”

“OH MY GOD” you scream out in panic, shoving the dildo under your pillow.

“Katsuki what the fuck are you doing here? You- you can’t be here right now. I-“

“I know. The villain admitted and confessed everything…”

Oh god you want to jump on top of him so bad right now. The already hot attraction to him is 50 times more intense. Your body grows hotter with every second you look at him, staring into his dark red eyes.

I can’t touch her but I need to be here for her. She would stay with me.

“Kacchan.. I need you. Please help me.” You beg for him to touch you, your hands reaching out for him of their own accord, your pussy throbbing harder than ever before.

“Y/n.. you know I can’t do that.” He stands up, hand already reaching for the doorknob.

“No! Please, I’ll do anything.” You grab his hand and press his palm between your legs to caress your warmth, quickly realizing you're in nothing but underwear and a t-shirt.. Did he undress you?

“Don’t you feel how wet I am? My body is on fire. Every second that passes that I don’t feel pleasure is agony.”

In the dim light you can see his face turn red. But he still pulls away, warm fingertips dragging across the smooth skin of your thigh just a tad too slowly..

“As much as I want that I- ..I just can’t.”

You grab his other hand, this time sliding his fingers in your mouth. You look up at him and moan, holding nothing back. The villain's quirk seems to get rid of any nervousness too. You’ve never been this bold before with anyone, always being the shy one in bed.

“Fuck…” he says breathlessly as he stares at you in awe.

He then pulls his fingers out of your mouth. “I’m…I’m just gonna go into the living room and let you take care of yourself. I’ll sleep there, okay?”

“Fine.” You say pouty, slowly laying back on the bed and grabbing your dildo from under your pillow. .

    You hear your door shut and get to business. Oh god it feels so good. You hold nothing back, making sure he can hear every moan, whine, and scream. After just a few strokes you find your sweet spot, head slamming back on the bed.

“Ohh Kacchan yes right there.”

     In the other room Katsuki is also losing his mind. His dick is hard as a rock just listening to the sounds of you pleasuring yourself and thinking of the things that he’s wanted to do to you ever since he first saw your application picture. He wants to go in there so bad, too fuck you properly instead of you using a poor imitation of him, but not like this. It would just be wrong. It does boost his ego to know you’re who he most desires though. Like he needs that boost.

     He can’t stand when you call him Kacchan. All he can think about while rubbing his dick is barging in there and making you squirm for screaming his name like that.

“Please Kacchan make me cum!” You scream as you fuck yourself harder with the toy.

“Fuck this.” He says and slams open the door, lust filling his veins.

“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME YOU BITCH!!”

You gasp at the tone in his voice, pulling out the toy and sitting up against the headboard, your legs closing at the loss. It sends chills up your spine and makes your pussy tighten against itself, putting that pain back in your stomach.

He sits on the edge of the bed at arm's length, but you don’t try anything. You want to see what he does first, and he doesn't leave you waiting long.

“What have I told you about calling me Kacchan?”

“Don’t.” you bite your lip as he stares into you, lowering your eyes to stare at his hands which are slowly moving to stroke your legs.

“Exactly. And you’re in here moaning it.”

One of his hands slides up your thigh and the other one follows on the other side.

“I didn’t want to do this but you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into.”

He leans down, kissing your legs starting at the knee and moving up your leg while slowly spreading them wider and wider. You sigh out an, “oh god” and throw your head back. You know exactly what he’s planning and you’re so beyond ready for every bit of it.

His mouth reaches your entrance but he doesn't do anything.

“Before I do whatever I want with you…”

His hot breath feels so good against your wetness. He sits up and pulls you in for a kiss. He kisses you agonizingly slow, making you whimper into his mouth, and you waste no time sliding your tongue into his mouth. He follows your lead with a smirk, and soon, without even thinking about it your hands are all over his body. He grabs them and pulls away from the hottest makeout session you’ve ever had. If you weren’t soaking wet from the villains quirk before, you definitely are now.

“Since you’ve been such a bad girl teasing me…” he steps away and pulls off his shorts and underwear, revealing his long, hard dick.

“You get to please me first.”

Normally you hate sucking dick, but with the quirk still coursing through your veins you immediately start drooling. You’d do anything to have his dick inside you, in any way possible.

You jump off the bed to get on your knees in front of him and open your mouth eagerly.

He grins, and as you look up from the floor you can see just the slightest hint of red on his cheeks. Red enough to match his beautiful eyes. He pulls your hair up into his fists to keep it out of the way after you start licking up his shaft, sinking his dick slowly down your throat as far as you can before gagging. You keep sucking, gradually increasing speed wrapping your hand around the bottom half and sucking the top. The other hand massages his balls as best as you can.

“Oh fuck.”

You look up at Katsuki and see him throw his head back with pleasure. He tightens his grip on your hair, letting out a few groans.

Your pussy pulses harder, making it incredibly more difficult to focus.

Letting go of his balls, you begin to finger yourself, desperately needing to feel something…anything.

You let out a moan with his dick in your throat, not being able to control yourself anymore.

Letting out a growl , he starts fucking your face ruthlessly. Tears stream down your face as you try to relax your throat, little whimpers barely making it out of your throat between his thrusts.

You can feel his legs shaking when you grab onto them for support.

“I’m gonna cum. You better swallow, you dirty bitch.”

His dick pulses, spilling warm thick cum down your throat as you struggle to swallow every last drop. You wipe your mouth and stand up. He’s already laying on the bed, completely exhausted.

“My turn now?” you whine as you crawl on top of him the pain in the pit of your stomach screaming for release.

“Give me a minute doll.” He says out of breath. He didn’t even do anything you think to yourself and roll your eyes.

A sharp pain shoots through your entire body. You curl into a ball on the bed as tears stream down your face. The heat between your legs grows intense. It feels like your insides are being boiled. You slide your fingers inside your cunt to find the slightest relief.

“Oh god. Kacchan please. I need you.” You say breathlessly, eyes pinned shut from the pain. Suddenly you feel his arms wrap around your thighs and pull you towards him. You let out a whimper when he pulls your hand away from your throbbing pussy.

He has you laid flat on the bed, hands pinned down by your side. You look down to see him looking up at you smirking.

“Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you now.”

He lets go of your hands and wastes no time shoving his face between your legs. His tongue swirls around your clit, making your back arch from the intensity of the quirk. Your breath picks up. You feel 2 long fingers slide in and immediately hit your sweet spot as he curves his fingers over and over again making you moan uncontrollably.

“oh- Ka-Kacchan I’m gonna-

“Already?!”

“Don’t stop!”

He gets back to work at the tone of your voice. He’s never heard you be that assertive towards him. And he never knew he would even remotely like that kind of thing until it just happened.

Truly it was the villians quirk that has made you so bold and needy.

It only took a few more seconds for you to come undone and he licked up every bit of what he could.

“God, you taste so good. I could eat you forever.”

“That sounds perfect right now.” You smile at him. He slides up the bed and lays next to you. You both lay there in silence catching your breath. Although consciousness floods your thoughts you can still feel that pain growing in your abdomen. You feel the slightest bit of guilt, but if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re so happy this happened.

“How do you feel? You’re being too quiet.”

“I’m sorry. I- yeah I feel a little better but-

“But what?”

He leans up and lays his hand on your stomach.

“It still hurts. More time that passes it just gets worse…but if.. if you don’t want to do anything it’s ok. I’ll be ok. I feel bad for making you do this. Kacchan I’m sorry.”

“Oh I get it. You’re back in your normal mindset but the other symptoms are still there.”

“Right.”

He runs his fingers over your stomach. Staring at your body, taking in every inch. Butterflies catch in your stomach and your pussy clenches around itself. And as it does pain shoots through your chest.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” he says looking deep into your eyes.

I’ve wanted this for so long.

An evil grin appears on his face when he notices you blushing.

“Me too.” He knew you’d read his mind in that moment.

He wraps a hand around your face and pulls you closer to him, still holding eye contact.

I’m going to fuck you now.

Your eyes go wide now that you’re conscious, nervousness flows through your brain.

That is what you want isn’t it?

The pain in your chest burns hotter.

“Yes!… Please.” You mumble with his hand over your mouth.

“Good.”

He positions himself on top of you and before you can process what’s happening he’s slamming his dick into you.

Which is absolutely amazing, probably due to the quirks effects still in your system.

He leans down and roughly kisses you, demanding all of you while thrusting hard again and again.

Your breath picks up, making it hard to continue kissing him. Your hands are all over his body, pulling his hair, scratching his back, grabbing his ass to pull closer to you, pulling him farther into you.

“K-Kacchan..so good!” You moan loudly, your breath catching in your throat.

He groans into your neck, biting it roughly, sending shivers down your spine. Every thrust is like fireworks inside you.

You dig your fingers into his shoulders, face twisted in pleasure as you feel yourself reaching your peak.

“Right there, oh my god, please I’m gonna cum.”

The shock in his face turns to his signature smirk, eyes darkening and his smirk widening.

“I’m gonna make you cum all night if that’s the case.”

With those words the knot in your stomach explodes and you cum all over his dick, your walls tightening around him as your back arches. He doesn’t let up the pace in the slightest, flipping you over and pulling you up on your knees. He slams into you once again, making you let out a whimper. He grabs your hair and twists it in his fist as he pounds into you, your back arching.

“God you look so pretty when you’re like this.” He says through heavy breaths, using one hand to grab your ass and squeeze, his fingers sparking against your flesh as he grunts, his dick twitching inside of you.

“You're so wet for me, so good.” He pulls you up further, twisting your head so he can press hot, breathy kisses into your mouth, before pulling away and smacking your ass, letting off a tiny explosion against your skin. You jolt, a shocked moan ripping itself away from your throat as you start moving against him, desperate to have him deeper in you as you feel your walls tighten against him. You try your best to hold out, wanting him to cum before you. He untangles his hand from your hair, using both hands to grab your hips and slam into your sweet spot.

“Oh fuck, right there.” you say through broken moans, your head light and fuzzy.

“Right here?” He says as he slams into you again and you can feel his smirk as you gasp out.

“Fuck, please, please Kacchan.”

After a few more thrusts you tense again, crying out as your cum streaks down your thighs.

“Dammit I can’t hold out any longer.”

He pulls out and cums on your ass and back, and you fall to the bed completely exhausted. He disappears and comes back with a rag to clean you both up. You look over at your alarm clock and it reads 4am.

He lays back in bed and pulls you into him.

You blush as you lay on top of his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“C-can we do this again sometime?” You say nervously. He chuckles.

“Are you kidding? You’re mine now.”

You smile as he gives you a small kiss and you both fall asleep.

5 hours later…

“Hey Kiri just texted. He wants to meet up for breakfast before our shift starts. You feel up for going out for a bit?” Katsuki asks.

“Yeah I feel totally fine now. Is Umi going to be there?”

“No, just us 3.”

“Ok yeah let me just get dressed!” You yell as you run off to your room.

“We will have time to get dressed before our shift so wear whatever you want.”

You decide to wear a cute orange sundress with some white sandals.

“I feel underdressed now!” He exclaims when he sees what you’re wearing.

He smiles and pulls you in for a kiss.

“That’s alright. I love this dress on you.”

After you pull away from the kiss his eyes catch yours.

Maybe I can take it off of you later if I’m lucky.

“Hey now…” you lean in to whisper in his ear.

“You know you still make me wet with or without that villain's quirk.”

He smacks your ass and adds a quick “let’s go.”

Kirishima waves you both down at a corner booth in the little cafe. He pats the seat next to him for you to sit down, you do without question. You think nothing of it because he is one of your close friends and coworkers.

“How do you feel this morning?”

“Good as new thank you for asking.” You say with a smile on your face.

He looks at bakugou and back at you.

“What? You’re not sore at all from the beating he gave you last night?”

They both start laughing. You immediately get embarrassed for no reason at all.

“Um..no I’m not actually.” You smile down at your menu awkwardly. Luckily the waitress saves the day and asks for your order.

“Oh I’ll get an order of biscuits and gravy with a side of eggs and orange juice please.” The boys also order and as the waitress walks away the tension builds again. But nothing else is said about last night for the rest of breakfast. Or at least you thought it would be that way. After Kacchan pays for everyone’s meal. He looks at you.

We are gonna have a conversation. You respond with head nods, got it? Kiri too.

Butterflies build in your stomach. What is going on? You nod your head yes and look at Kirishima.

Don’t worry, everything is ok. No need to be uneasy. You nod your head meaning to say ok.

He looks at Kacchan and he nods.

“What the fu-

Shut up. This is between us 3. Kacchan thinks, glaring at you.

“If this is nothing to worry about, why can’t we just talk somewhere privately?”

Because I know how much this turns you on. You cross your legs trying to tame the heat between them. You shake your head and look down at the table.

You look at Kirishima, curious as to how he fits into that last sentence.

What do you say? Us 3. Tonight. Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you. If you’re uncomfortable with anything I will stop. Just give me the word. His rough hand slides up your thigh sending chills down your spine.

I just find you extremely attractive and after what Katsuki told me I can’t stop thinking about you. He doesn't mind either as long as at the end of the day he gets you all to himself.

You look over at Kacchan with questioning eyes.

It’s okay with me as long as it’s okay with you. I’ve fucked both of you so it will be a lot of fun for me.

Your jaw drops and you look at Kiri.

I assume he told you we fucked. We do from time to time.

“I- I don’t know what to say.”

Just imagine. His eyes go to Kirishima for a split second and then back to you. You get to tease us both, all you want.

You feel Kiri’s hand slide between your legs and you look around to see no one in sight. You open your legs giving him permission to do whatever he wants. You’ve never been so excited and nervous at the same time in your life. You look back up at Kacchan.

And I get to sit here and watch you squirm.

Kiri’s hand slides between your legs, moving your panties to the side and sliding his fingers over your opening.

You see Kacchan looking at Kiri but you never lose eye contact with him. He looks back at you.

Bakugo Katsuki x blind reader one-shot

▲ Trigger Warning ▲ : Harsh Language

Quirk: Echolocation. The user can see through the soundwaves from other voices, objects, and their voice. This makes their ears very sensitive.

Nothing could stop Y/N. Even after losing her sight to her father. It was by accident and her father didn’t mean to. His quirk can steal one out of the five senses from another person. And it so happened that his daughter, Y/N wanted to see his quirk in action. That, however, resulted in a quirk malfunction and the loss of her eyesight. From then on, her father never used his quirk. Lucky enough, Y/N inherited her mother’s quirk.

by ladyofsnails

17k 2ch

Summary: The war has ended and AFO has been defeated, and Izuku has kept his distance from Katsuki ever since. Class 1-A goes on a trip to a hero agency on the same day a villain decides to level the city with a bomb. Izuku and Katsuki go to fight the villain and get caught in the explosion. Now they have until they reach the safe zone on the other side of the razed city to sort their shit out.

Frankie’s comment: Half rescue operations, half stranded alone among ruins. They love each other but Izuku is a dumbass who thinks he needs to save the world alone. So yeah. Misunderstandings🙃