rage

Your intentions were pure, honest.

...Well, maybe not entirely pure, but you certainly weren't planning on letting your boss' son fuck you.

"Fuck," Katsuki's voice is frayed and loose, tone wavering as he fucks up into you. You're in his lap back pressed against his chest and head thrown back over his shoulder. His forehead is buried into the back of your neck, breath hot against your sweat slicked skin. "You gotta get off, I'm--"

"It's okay," you whisper. His fingers dig into the fat of your breasts greedily. Every inch of your skin buzzes with want and need, that fire in your core boiling through your blood. Tension builds in every muscle and you know you just need a little more before you completely unravel.

The suspension on the car groans as you two move more forcefully, slamming back against his back seat. Steam coats every window, but anyone passing would know what's happening behind the screen.

"I don't have a fucking condom on-" he grits, almost angry.

THE SIGHT OF YOUR BACK MUST BE AN INSPIRATION TO YOUR TEAMMATES

ALL WALLS ARE TO BE CRUSHED

All they can see at first is katsuki's legs and grey sweatpants before he sits down on the fluffy pink chair obviously too small for him. He smirks and waves a bit at the camera with his gold toof sticking out

"Hey, baby" and he gives you a kiss making you playfully roll your eyes.

The chat is blowing up like crazy with comments like

"CONGRA😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭TULA😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭TIONS😭😭😭😭😭😭"

or

"Involve me."

Or

"I can't decide if I want to be y/n or be with her please send help "

okay this is big nom but i wanna give more detail and maybe do it a little differently !!!

sex podcaster reader x pro hero bkg

you didn’t have to convince your boyfriend to be a guest on your sex podcast. once the photos leaked of you and him walking into his agency with his arm around you, you knew the internet wouldn’t stop talking about it.

compilations of clips of you talking about you and your boyfriend in bed and how your boyfriend pleasures you sexually. none of this bothered you for the fact that you keep everything educational, none of it is bad and most importantly— none of it is false. if anything it’s good promotion for your pro hero boyfriend to get a boost on the charts by the women’s vote, everyone loves an attractive caring man who treats his woman good.

a month has passed since the photos and you and bakugou have only laughed about it. the stupid tweets, the private dms from his fans and your listeners. videos of bakugou shirtless training becomes a comment section of:

“oh yn definitely wasn’t lying.” “you can see his outline in his shorts. no wonder his girlfriend has to prep for hours beforehand.” “yn is so lucky you know he’s good at it.”

you ask him once, “would you ever wanna come on my pod? i keep getting comments about it.”

bakugou pushes his glasses up his nose and stuffs his black clothes in the washing machine. he’s crouched on the ground in a grey vest and shorts. so gorgeous.

he looks up at you through his lenses, “about time you’ve asked me!”

“you’ve wanted to? you’ve always been—,” you put on a deep voice, “my privacy! i give them everythin’ and they still want more!”

bakugou chuckles, rising to his feet and starting the washing machine. “i don’t sound like that.”

“you do,” your eyes squint as your cheeks rise in a smile.

“i’ll go on your pod if you want. my publicist spoke to me about it a few weeks ago and said it could boost my popularity. but mostly ‘cause i’d be fuckin’ sick at answerin’ dilemmas.” he grins.

you huff a laugh, the swirl of the washing machine starting smoothly behind him. “dynamight, second on the charts with his body count of three giving sex advice? sure.”

“shouldn’t be shamin’ me for how many people i’ve had sex with. that goes against your whole pod, baby.” he lightly flicks your forehead.

“i wasn’t shaming you!” you follow after him as he steps out of his utility room, “if anything i’d love to hear what you have to say.”

“i’ll be the voice for the big dicked.”

you lean back on your green single sofa chair in your studio. you’ve got bookshelves behind you of your favourite educational sex books behind you. kama sutra ones, sex encyclopaedias, dictionaries and scientific books. you keep your awards on the shelf, so very humbly, that you’ve gotten over the years and your youtube plaque stuck up onto the wall. your favourite though is your art print of flowers that definitely make out a vagina and for this episode only, you’ve added a little dynamight figurine right beside your anatomical vagina figure.

you hold your microphone to your mouth, adjusting the wire on the floor and putting your feet on your chair to get comfy.

“if you’re watching, you’re probably wondering why i have an empty chair beside me or if you’re normal you’ve already read the title of this weeks episode and you know who it is.

but today i’ve got a very special, very personal guest. some of you may know him as being loud and annoying but unbelievably brave and strong.”

you’re staring at your guest behind the camera, a giddy smile on your face as you sing his praises.

“you’ve probably seen him on your tv screens and social media. half naked underwear adverts, on the news channels restraining a villain or complaining about something on those post fight interviews. though to me,” you hold your mic close to your face, “this man is the love of my life. the sweetest, smartest and most caring. he lives to tend for me and keep me happy. i didn’t expect this from him when i first met him either. he makes my life so so easy and beautiful and like you all keep talking about in my comments, yes, he gives me amazing head and yes, his dick is massive.”

there’s a loud chuckle off camera.

“so with that being said, today’s guest is the beloved dynamight though to me my gorgeous boyfriend, katsuki!”

“is that my cue?”

“that’s your cue.”

your large pro hero body shuffles into the frame. first only his black jeans are shown before he slumps into the single seat sofa chair. it’s clearly too small for him, unable to spread his legs like usual and both his arms are strewn over the arm rests.

bakugou doesn’t complain though, grinning at you with his mic on his stomach.

“that’s the best intro i’ve ever gotten. i love you,” he replies muffled for the viewers.

“i love you too but mic to your mouth, baby.”

“oh yeah, gonna have to remember that,” bakugou tucks the mic under his lip. deep and husky, “hey baby.”

he’s in a black compression tee to match his jeans. it makes his waist look snatched, his shoulders broad and his teeth white. his hair is styled like usual but what always gets you is his glasses. usually for reading before bed but you’re happily greeted with them. (he said beforehand he’s wearing them to look smarter when giving advice. really it just makes him look sexier.)

“hey ‘tsuki. how are you? my listeners have a load of questions to ask you.” you smile back at him, not even realising how you bite down on your bottom lip. “you might need to turn off your media training today.”

bakugou says every word to you, speaking like it’s just you two, without the cameras or screens or your soundwoman in the corner.

“my publicist hates me because i’m not media trained. this is the best place for me.”

“you say this now but you’re going to hate the personal questions.”

“as long as they’re not too much in our business.”

We’re about the same age you and I so Yuji would be what? 5-6 years younger, he comes across sweet and boyish and you write him off because he’s younger, he’s out and about and you truly believe he’d be happier with someone his age

But he does not stop flirting with you, he just likes them okder and he wants to prove to you he’s in fact not some naive little kid

He’s also much taller than you and muscular

God damn it. You're right, you're so right, it is Yuji.

And he's nonchalant about it too, doesn't force you to date him, but he's a bit insistent. He keeps trying to convince you to give him a chance, just one date so he can prove to you that he's got good intentions and would treat you like a queen.

You admit, you're tempted. He's very handsome, tall, all muscle and sweet words. He drives a hard bargain, offering to take you out to a restaurant of your choosing and pay for everything you want. He even offers to pay for a new dress for you to wear to dinner. A strong, sexy man wanting you and offering to pay for your things? It sounds like a dream.

No, no! You're a strong independent woman and you don't need a man! And he's so young, he's like a baby compared to you! No, you're not going to fall for his charms. You're going to ignore his advances, the soft sweet words and the compliments and the pleas for "just one date", and you're going to go back to your normal life and look for a man your own age.

But... will you ever find a man as nice as him? Will there ever be another man that is as handsome as him who wants you just as much? The odds seem unlikely...

Well... maybe you could go on just one date and see how he acts. If he starts using slamg you don't know or makes you uncomfortable, at the very least you'll get a free meal and you'll tell him you're still not interested and move on with your life.

Fine, fine, you agree, but! No funny business! This is just dinner and nothing more. You're not gonna get tangled up with this guy and get your heartbroken by a toddler.

So you go on this date and he's disgustingly pleasant. He asks so many questions about you and has this loving smile on his face and good god you could fall for this man if you're not careful. He's practically perfect in every way. It makes you wonder if he's good in bed too...

He takes you home. You say your goodnights. You give him a kiss on the cheek without him asking, but then he asks if he could have a real kiss too. You're hesitant, so he tries to back off, but you're so curious how he kisses that you grab him and lean in quickly. You tentatively kiss him, feeling shy, but he takes the lead after a moment or two.

God, and he's such a good kisser, better than you imagined. He's gentle but still pushes your limits, sliding his tongue over your lips, smirking when you open your mouth for him.

It happens so fast that you can barely process it. One minute you're on your porch making out with him, and then next he's pounding his cock into you on your living room couch.

And, to your dismay and delight, he's fantastic at sex. His cock stretches you just enough to have your eyes rolling back into your skull, and no matter the position he flips you into, his fingers find your clit and rub it incessantly. You keep cumming over and over again to the point that you can't tell if your climaxes stop, your body drowning in a sea of pleasure.

You vaguely remember moving to the bedroom at some point, but you don't remember falling asleep in his arms, so it's a shock to you when you wake up to breakfast in bed made by yours truly.

"I wasn't sure how you liked your coffee, but I tried my best," he says, setting a mug down on your nightstand before handing you a plate of pancakes and cut fruit.

"I actually prefer it cold," you say, watching his face fall.

"Damn. I knew I should have made it iced." You giggle, picking up the mug.

"I'm just messing with you," you say, taking a sip. He sighs but smiles.

"Ah, well, at least you're not mad at me. That's all that matters."

He crawls into bed beside you, watching you as you eat, opening his mouth when you offer him some of your breakfast. This is nice, too nice, you're not sure if this is a good idea...

CW: implied themes of abuse, unhealthy bdsm, manipulation, borderline sociopathic shouto, toxic relationship

soooo you guys talked me into sharing unethical evil sadist shoto so here he is. all credit for this brainworm and building him goes to @ironmoonz thanks for letting me piggyback on your fabulous idea!! read the warnings before you move forward, and that will apply to other continuations of this verse. despite myself…..i love him. and i’m afraid of him. enjoy <3

wc: 1.3k

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Despite your snippy comments to the contrary, there are plenty of times Shoto finds you pretty. Beautiful, even. Maybe he should tell you more.

This is one of those times.

Shoto opens his apartment door already smiling. You’d lasted longer than he’d anticipated, but he’d waited you out, and here’s his reward, already pouting up at him through angry, bitter tears. You’re stunning. It hits him square in the chest– how lovely you look, cheeks already pink and damp, eyes sparkling with something that you want so badly to be hatred. Shoto looks at the desire in your watery eyes and sighs.

“Back already?” The lie comes easily– he can’t have you thinking he was eager for you, but his fingers twitch by his side, aching for the give of your soft body under his strength. He hopes you’re hydrated.

-u

The smile takes over before you can even read the message. You forget the email you're drafting immediately and go to your phone, kicking your feet about like a stupid schoolgirl. Linked to the message is a video to some tiktok; you're afraid to click on it in the office, since the 'u' Katsuki knows is the one he fucks like a toy-

But the video is just of a bunny that hops around excitedly before flopping on to its side.

because im your bunny? =:3 -

- you think you're so cute

-because you passed the fuck out last night.

fuck me worse next time -

-nah

-i dont mind it when you sleep over

i do-

-??

i had to use your toothbrush this morning-

icky-

-i can buy you a toothbrush for my apartment, idiot

"Who's the lucky guy?"

You look up sheepishly to see your boss standing over you, hands on her hips. Mitsuki doesn't seem mad, but her smile is angled and strange. For a second, you wonder if she knows.

"Who said there's a guy?"

"Why else would you be so giggly and happy all morning?" Her eyebrows dance up and down. "Kirishima? He liked you-"

"I, uh-" Panic hits you. oh god, I fucked your son this morning and the hickey on his neck is from me and I know you specifically didn't want us together but- "I actually met this guy on the way home from your party."

Technically not a lie.

"Fucking finally! You were bumming me out. Tell me about him."

You suck air through your teeth to delay answering. If you speak too quickly, you're afraid you might just spill all of the details.

"We aren't dating or anything. He's cute. Good job, is nice. We're keeping it casual-" You're just fucking each others brains outs. You are riding her son almost nightly. Her son is practically dripping down your leg. "We'll see."

"You're so jittery!" Mitsuki's hand cuffs your shoulder, shaking you back and forth. "Aw, you must really like him, don't you? We're gonna get your some pretty clothes for your next date, really wow this guy-"

Everything inside you goes cold. No, you don't like him like that-- you like that he holds you tight and fucks you at just the right speed. And he just likes that you let him. It would be a disaster to want anything more than that. "It's casual!"

"Okay, then we'll get you some 'fuck me' pumps-"