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You touch your neck self consciously as the blonde pro hero towers over you. He narrows his eyes at you for a moment, but you, you he could deal with in good time, he instead turns to his childhood friend.
“You sure you want this?” Bakugou says in a low growl. “I got rules.” You watch your boyfriend shift his weight a bit.
“What ah, what are your rules?” Midoriya begins to fidget nervously. He was inches away from realizing a fantasy that had tortured him for months. Bakugou holds up a finger.
“One, safeword,” he turns to you. “I’m gonna gag him if he talks too much, and he’s gonna talk too much, so this is for you, you done the colors thing before? Red means stop, yellow means slow down, green means more.” You nod.
“I’m um, yeah I’ve used those before.” Midoriya looks at you sharply, and Bakugou files the interaction away in his head.
“Rule two. You wear quirk shit. I’ve got some but I don’t feel like getting tackled out your apartment window because you change your mind halfway through when you see your girlfriend cum on my cock.” Midoriya swallows.
“Yeah, um, I expected as much, I think.”
“You got any rules?” He turns to you, but Midoriya pipes up.
“Actually um, I would prefer if you didn’t cum, y’know, in her.” Bakugou blinks at his childhood friend, face unreadable. “She’s uh, she’s on birth control but um, I’d like to save that just for me.” Bakugou nods, turning back to you.
“Anything from you?”
“Um actually,” Midoriya taps on his arm, and Bakugou nearly blows a gasket, “I uh, I was thinking, if you could try not to leave any um, marks and stuff, that would be cool.” The blond rolls his eyes.
“No promises.” Your mouth is dry. “Anything from your fuckin’ girlfriend, jesus christ Deku you oughtta let her talk more.” You find your voice.
“Um do you ever, use your um, quirk, when you-”
“Yeah.” He says. “I can, you know, not.” You swallow and rock up onto your tiptoes.
“No um, could I just, could I feel it, first, so I know what to expect?” He nods.
“Hold out your hands.” You turn to him, palms up, and he slaps one of his huge hands down on both of yours, it’s hot, just enough to sting, but not unbearable.
“Oh, fuck,” you let out a soft moan, it’s louder than you mean, though and you feel your face warm. “That’s um, it’s fine. That’s fine.” He smirks. “I um, last thing,” he waits patiently but you turn to your boyfriend. “You’re not allowed to be mad at me. This was your idea.”
“Of course I won’t be!” Deku protests, eyes wide, the picture of innocence. “I asked for this, and you’re the best girlfriend in the world for giving it to me.” Bakugou rolls his eyes.
“I won’t let him get snippy with ya sweetheart, come on,” He grins, “Help me tie him down, huh?” It takes a few minutes, but Bakugou is slow and methodical, testing the quirk bracer a few times. “Alright, try and get out, and I’ll remind you that it’s in your best interest to tell me if there’s any way you could get out.” Midoriya tests his bonds a little, and points to his left ankle, which Bakugou secures more, before attaching the chair he’s tied to to the radiator. “You bust outta this you’re gonna lose your security deposit.” Midoriya nods.
“Noted.” He looks at you quickly. “Hey,” he smiles, “Love you.” Bakugou watches carefully as the words seem to hit you hard, you balk a little, chewing on your lower lip.
“Love you too.” You say, with a soft, fake smile. Bakugou rolls his eyes, and jerks his head towards the hallway.
“The fuck is happening?” He says in a low growl when you’re out of earshot. “Do you actually want to do this, because we can just watch a movie and leave him like that all night.” You shiver.
“I do, um,” you whisper, “Want to.” He nods.
“Then what’s up?”
“That’s um,” you close your eyes, “The first time he’s said he loved me in a month.” Bakugou blinks a couple times.
“Huh.” He inspects you carefully. “When’s uh, when’s the last time you fucked?”
“Two weeks.” You whisper, with a nervous glance over your shoulder, and Bakugou can’t help the evil smile that spreads across his face.
“So you’re hurtin’ for it.”
“Shut up!” You punch him in the shoulder and then rear back, clutching your fist. “What the fuck are you made of?” You hiss and his smirk only widens.
“Real muscle, sweetheart.” He pats you on the shoulder. “Seriously, you don’t have to do shit to prove to that loser. Don’t do this if you don’t want to.” You swallow and your eyes flick up to his face.
“No I do, I want to.” You pause. “So I’m gonna fight you?” He shrugs, and then stretches.
“You’re gonna try.” You nod slowly and then look down at your clothes.
“Is this okay, it’s not like, lingerie.” He nods.
“Yeah, it’s fine, for cnc, anyway. Sure it would ruin the fantasy for Deku if you wore
lingerie for me.” He reaches out and tucks your hair behind your hear. “Limits?”
“Uh, soft on piss, hard on scat.”
“Cool.”
“What about you?” You ask, and he thinks about it.
“Normally I’d say keep your nails away from my cock but you’re such a sweet little thing, aintcha,” He straightens up, “So I’ll say you’re welcome to try and hurt me.” You nod and he furrows his brow. “Sure you don’t wanna go in there and get a couple hits on him while he’s helpless?” You laugh and Bakugou shakes his head, “If anyone ever interrupted me like that I’d lose my shit.”
“Guess we’re different people.” He nods, and reaches into his backpack, then hesitates.
“Wait uh, just dig around in there and tell me if there’s anything that freaks you out.” You open it, rope, duck tape, zip ties, a small knife, vibrator, something clear and silicon that you don’t recognize, a medium sized dildo, condoms, handcuffs, lotion, washcloths, and makeup wipes.
“This is all fine.” He stops, hesitating one last time.
“I’m not gonna listen,” he growls, “If you say, no, or stop, or it hurts.” You nod. “Just the safewords, I mean obviously I’m not a fuckin’ moron, and I’ll check in alright?”
“I think you’re nervous.” You say, sticking your chin out the tiniest bit and that seems to reassure him a bit because with a low grunt, he picks you up, right over his huge shoulder, and takes his backpack in the other hand.
“Shut the fuck up.” He snaps, and carries you quickly into your bedroom with just a few long strides. He throws you down on the bed, and you attempt to squirm away, but he’s too quick for you, kissing you hard and clumsily, it’s all teeth, and tongue, and passion. Your little fists are nothing against his body, and for a moment, when you gasp for air between kisses you wonder if it might be genuinely hurting you more than it’s hurting him. He rips your shirt and sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast, you yelp with pain immediately, trying to get away from him, wriggling wildly but he slaps you lightly across the face. “I said shut the fuck up.” But you notice he’s pushed your attention back to your boyfriend, who is squirming in the chair he’s tied to, and you make eye contact with him just as Bakugou grinds a muscled thigh between your legs. A low waton noise escapes you and Bakugou laughs cruelly.
“I’m sorry,” you choke out, looking at Midoriya.
“That’s it,” Bakugou snarls, “Tell ‘im how sorry you fucking are, for lovin this so much.”
“I don’t,” you counter, looking back at the blonde, who slaps you again, this time a little harder, and tears burn in your eyes as he rips the rest of your clothing off, tugging his shirt over his head, “I don’t love it,” you say again more boldly, bracing for the third slap, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he leans down, and cups your face very gently, and you’re so surprised you stop fighting.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen, princess.” He spits the pet name like an insult. “You’re gonna behave,” and he licks up the side of your face, it’s wet and sticky and gross, you screw your face up, trying to move away from him but for the first time he restrains you, holding both of your wrists above your head, “Or I’m gonna hurt ya, fuckin’ understand?” You open your mouth to retort but he presses his knee against your sex, hard and instead you gasp with pleasure.
“Fuck,” Midoriya breathes, and for a second, your attention is back on him, your boyfriend, straining against his bonds, an obvious tent forming in his pants. Bakugou takes the opportunity to slip out of his pants and boxers, kicking them away on the floor and grabbing the rope from his bag. You scoot across the bed but you’re no match for him, even if you finally get a good kick in on his chest, he loops it around your wrists and pulls it taught quickly, securing you to the metal headboard. He takes the knife from his backpack and slices through the center of your bra, and through the side of your panties, ripping both of them off of you.
You keep kicking and he takes a moment to marvel at the gentle sloping curve of your waist into your hips, of the way your breasts bounce when you struggle.
“Alright,” he says, yanking your foot to one side as he ties each ankle to a different corner of the bed, you catch him in the face with a well timed kick and he winces. “Stupid fuckin’ cunt,” he says angrily, tightening the bonds.
“Don’t call her that!” Midoriya says, aghast, and Bakugou turns his attention to your boyfriend with an evil grin, leaving you squirming and whimpering on the bed. You test the ropes but the knots are perfect, just tight enough to be uncomfortable. “Don’t, Kacchan, don’t-” Bakugou picks up your panties and shoves them delicately in Midoryas mouth before patting a piece of duct tape over it. Midoriya screams against the gag, fighting now in earnest, the tent in his pants even larger as Bakugou swaggers back over to the bed where your nipples are standing at attention in the cold of the bedroom.
“Look at these,” he says in a low rasp, palming your breasts, gently at first and then squeezing them harder, pinching your nipples in tandem, eliciting a bright, sharp cry from your lips. “Does that hurt, bitch?” He snarls, pulling harder as you keep struggling, refusing to look at him, so he grabs your jaw, and leans down to speak directly into your ear. “I asked you, a fuckin’ question, bitch.” He draws a hand back and slaps your chest hard.
“Yes,” you gasp, and he grins, watching the beginning of tears form in your eyes, making his cock twitch. “Yes, it hurts.” He hits your chest again, enjoying the soft give under his rough calloused hands, before taking them again and burying his face between them for a moment. You gasp in pain again, and he closes his mouth over one of your nipples gently tweaking the other as you arch your back and moan.
“That’s yes, daddy.” He growls, going back to sucking at your nipple, licking and biting the sensitive nub, and you blink up at him for a moment, Midoriya making a strangled cry against the gag. He knew it, knew he’d guessed right as to what Deku had you call him in bed, and he waits, gives you a chance to safeword out before you speak with trembling lips.
“Y-yes, daddy.” You hide a little from him. “P-please don’t hurt me.” He softens, trailing a hand down your body, between your legs, just gently dipping it between your folds.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” He says, genuine surprise almost coloring his face, “You like this, huh slut?” You pause and he slaps your clit, harder than he means to, but you don’t cry out, just bite down on your lip as the tears spill over. “Answer me when I goddamn talk to you.”
“Yes,” you choke out a sob, “Yes, daddy, I like it.” He rewards you for your honesty with a soft soothing touch to the affected area, before starting to fuck you with his fingers, ghosting little touches over your clit, enough to make you react, but not enough to give you any relief.
“Good girl,” He coos, “You gonna shuttup and take whatever I give you?” You glance nervously at Midoriya, who looks so blissed out he’s barely paying attention. “Oi,” Bakugou snaps, “Focus up slut.”
“Yes,” you promise, “Yes d-daddy, ‘m gonna,” you shudder out a gasp when he pushes the two fingers a little deeper inside of you measuring every reaction carefully, and thrusting a little quicker accordingly, “m gonna take what, what you give me, promise.”
“You like him watchin’ you?” He asks, “You filthy fuckin’ thing, gettin’ so wet cause your boyfriend’s watchin’ you get fucked by his best friend?” Your eyes widen. “That’s right princess, you’re fuckin’ lucky I’m preppin’ ya. I’m sure that pretty little pussy of yours isn’t used to real cock.” The pleasure overwhelms you, writhe against the restraints, rolling your hips against his hand, doing anything to increase friction, increase pleasure, increase the sensation of- “Whaddya think?” Bakugou turns to Midoriya, “You wanna watch her cum on my fuckin’ fingers?” Midoriya whimpers plaintively, huge muscles bulging as he ruts his hips against his sweatpants, equally focused on his own pleasure. “Pathetic.” Bakugou spits.
“Oh,” you whimper, “Oh my god,”
“Yeah,” Bakugou smirks, “Am I your fuckin’ god bitch?” Your eyes lose focus as you get closer to your high. “Beg me to cum.” He orders, “Beg your god to make you cum, in front of your fuckin’ cuck asshole of a boyfriend?”
“Please,” you cry out, all shame forgotten, “Please, please can I cum,”
“Please can I cum, god,” He snarls and you nod quickly, gasping for breath as you try to ride the edge of the cliff.
“Please, please god,” he chuckles, he almost can’t believe you actually did it, “Can I cum please,”
“You wanna cum in front of him?” You nod quickly, toes curling as you bite down on your lip. “He ever make you feel this good?”
“No,” you breathe, “No never.”
“Look at him.” Bakugou orders, taking your jaw with his free hand and holding it so tightly it squishes your face, “Look at him, and cum.” Your orgasm rips through you, and your eyes roll in your head as your vision whites out and waves of pleasure rock your body. Bakugou doesn’t release your jaw, slowing his pumps in and out of your core in accordance with your breathing’s return to normal. When he sees your eyes regain some clarity he climbs over you, and shoving his fingers in your mouth. “Clean me the fuck off.” He snaps, and you obey immediately, sucking gently at his fingers. “Color?” He asks gruffly and you blink a couple times before it registers.
“Gween,” you mumble around his fingers, “M fine.” He smirks. Good. He could push you further. At this angle, you can get a better look at his cock, long and thick with a slight upward tilt, it’s intimidatingly large. You’re so focused on it, you almost don’t feel him adjust you, tying both of your wrist to one side of the headboard, closest to Midoriya. Your head dangles off the edge now, his careful knotwork on your far ankle the only thing keeping you from sliding to the floor. He walks around the bed and takes a moment, brushing the hair from your face before pressing the head of his cock, smooth and pink with need, against your soft lips. He thinks about it and reaches over, just barely managing to rip the gag off of Midoriya before turning his attention back to you, and how you’re stubbornly keeping your mouth closed. Deku sputters and spits out your panties.
“Fuck,” he breathes, “Please, please, untie my hands, I need,”
“You think you get to fuckin’ cum?” Bakugou turns to him, angrily. “Nah, you sick fuck, gettin’ off on watching your girlfriend get slapped around?” He thinks for a moment. “Tell you what, bitch,” and it’s unclear at first who he’s speaking to, “If I cum before you do, I’ll have her give you some attention while I fuck her brains out.” Deku just whimpers, his cock harder than it’s ever been in his life, just the sensation of it rubbing against his sweatpants is driving him insane, there’s a dark grey stain on his light grey sweatpants from precum.
“Open up,” Bakugou snaps, palming your breasts roughly, he knows it’s hard enough to bruise when you whimper, but he can’t help himself, you’re so soft. “I’m bein’ real nice to ya,” he says, slapping you across the face with his cock, “Especially when you’re just a dirty fuckin’ whore who cums for anyone who pays her a little attention huh?” Your eyes widen and you keep your mouth shut, shaking your head. He grins, and kneels beside you, “High and mighty all of a sudden, huh cocksleve,” he pinches your nose shut and you start to squirm, pulling at the rope around your wrists. “Breathing is for good girls.” He growls. “Course you could always open up that useless fuckin’ hole of yours, but you won’t do that will ya?” He shakes his head, with a mean laugh, “You know, I was gonna let you suck my dick rather than fuckin’ your face. Too bad you’re such a bratty little bitch huh?” Your face is warming, your lungs screaming for oxygen. You open your mouth, determined it’ll be quick but he’s got you where he wants you, shoving two thick fingers in between your lips, barely allowing you to suck in breath. “You got one last chance,” Bakugou says, “Or I’ll get something to hold this open for me, understand? Somethin’ unpleasant.” You nod, blinking more tears from your eyes as he stands back up and withdraws his fingers, barely letting you breathe before pushing his cock into your mouth. It’s heavy on your tongue, and in your current position, it slides effortlessly down your throat.
“Shit.” Midoriya breathes, watching the way your neck is bulging with his cock, “Shit that’s so fucking hot, oh my god,” he pulls at the bonds again, wanting to get up, to press down on the bulge, to see your tears spill as you gag.
“Fuck yeah,” Bakugou murmurs, the softest sound he’s made all night, “That’s it princess, fuck yeah,” his thrusts are careful, caluclated, allowing you to breathe just enough so that you stay conscious, delighting in your gasping sputtering gags, as he takes his cock out and taps it on your face, coating you in precum and your own spit, before sliding it back in. “You’re fuckin’ filthy,” he repeats, in the same amazed, breathless tone, “You don’t do this for that cuck, do you,” he pulls out to allow you to answer and you do, honestly,
“No,’ you wheeze, before he goes back to slowly and methodically fucking your throat, and Midoriya moans again loudly.
“Fuck, please, Kacchan, I swear, I’ll be good, I swear.”
“You’re beggin’ now?” Bakugou stops mid stroke, cock buried in you, his balls resting softly on your forehead as you begin to squirm, indicating that you need to breathe. “Tell me somethin’,” he says, “You think you wanna cum more than she needs to breathe right now?” Midoriya whines, “You tell me that you wanna cum, more than you wanna see me take my dick outta her airway, and I’ll have her suck you off.” You whimper against him, eyes wide, you need air, your lungs are burning with need. Midoriya thinks for a moment, mind hazy, thinking only of the pain between his legs, the dull ache taking over his mind.
“Need to cum,” He gasps, and Bakugou scowls, ripping his cock out of your mouth, letting you gasp for air as drool drips down your face, “More than she needs to breathe,”Midoriya says, watching you attempt to catch your breath. “Please, need it, need-” Bakugou gets up and snatches something from his bag, shoving the wiffle ball gag in the pro heroes mouth and fastening it behind his head.
“That’s about enough outta you.” Bakugou growls, and he can hear the muffled, Kacchan, kacchan you promised, but he ignores it, loosing your wrists from the side of the bed and fastening them back to the center before nearly effortlessly freeing your legs from each corner. Before you really know what’s happening, you’re flipped on your stomach, knees bent underneath you. He presses your back into an arch and gently rubs the head of his cock on your softness with a loud groan, before turning back to Midoriya. “Gonna forget about your ass for a little, and just enjoy your girlfriend’s sweet,” he inches inside, “Wet,” he takes a fistful of your ass before pushing another couple inches, “Cunt.” He pounds into you and you keen, laying on the side of your face so that you can look your boyfriend dead in the eyes, “Fuck baby,” Bakugou growls, as he pushes mewl after mewl from your lips. You’ve never felt this full before, this, satisfied, and your brain is a million miles away as you start to babble incoherently.
“Fuck, fuck yes,” you moan loudly, “Please, please don’t stop.”
“That’s it’ princess,” Bakugou moans, as you push back against his thrusts so that he can fuck you harder, every soft part of your body jiggling when his hips collide with your ass. He brings his hand down hard on your ass and you sigh with pleasure, reacting like he’d kissed you softly. He grins, somehow getting harder inside you, your perfect velvety walls squeezing him as you lose all sense of yourself.
“Please daddy,” you beg, “More, more please.” He lands another spank and you choke out a moan, this one betraying a little discomfort but with the way your cunt is squeezing and fluttering around him, he’s not about to stop.
“Atta fuckin’ girl,” Bakugou growls, “You close, you gonna cum for me?” You nod emphatically, ruse and roleplay and tied up boyfriend forgotten, you’re so drunk on the best cock you’ve had in years, that when you open your mouth to beg words barely come out.
“Please, daddy,” you say again, “Wanna cum on your cock, please,”
“So fuckin’ dirty,” he chides, “Tell me you love it.”
“I love it!” You chant, half cry, half sob, “I love it I love it so much!”
“Is this the best fuck you’ve ever had,” Bakugou taunts, expecting some resistance, but you just nod again,
“Yes,” you moan, face pressed to the bed, drool leaking from your mouth. Eyes unfocused. “Yes daddy, this’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.” Whatever self control Bakugou had been previously exercising dissipates at your words, pounding into you, brutally fucking you into oblivion.
“You can cum bitch,” He snaps, “Just tell me you’re my fuckin’ bitch, tell me who you goddamn belong to.”
“You, you, you, daddy!” You cry and he spanks you one last time, collapsing on top of you as you both cum, bodies tangled and twitching and sweaty, both only semi conscious of what’s happening. Bakugou remembers where he is before you do, and moves back, pulling out of your pussy with a lewd squelch, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before walking slowly up to your boyfriend. He pulls the gag out and Midoriya immediately whines.
“Please, please untie my hands, quickly.” Bakugou thinks about it, reaching for the knife he’d left on your bedside table.
“Depends.” Bakugou says, “You gonna eat my cum outta her pussy like a good boy?” Midoriya blinks a couple times.
“That, that wasn’t part of the deal, you weren’t even supposed to do that.” he hisses, and Bakugou shrugs, watching Midoriya’s pupils dilate as he looks at the cum leaking out of your pussy, while you shiver in the cool of the bedroom, then back to his own cock, the stain from the precum on his sweatpants growing.
“What’s it gonna be?” He says, and Midoriya nods slowly, then desperately as Bakugou slices through the tape and rope, letting the slightly shorter man leap across the room and bury his face in your cunt, suckling needily as he fists his own cock and you groan at the extra stimulation. It takes Deku about a full minute to reach his own climax, release splattering over his abs, he dabs at it with a t-shirt and then wipes his face, before collapsing next to you on the bed.
“Bunny,” he moans, “I love you so much.” Bakugou watches you swallow nervously, and gently unties your wrists from the headboard.
“Hold her, dumb shit.” Bakugou snaps. “Haven’t you ever heard of aftercare?” You sniff, and Bakugou yanks on his sweatpants before tossing you his t shirt. You wiggle into it as you begin to tremble. Midoriya pats your hand softly, and Bakugou rolls his eyes, lying down on the other side of you, pressing his chest to your back. “Good girl,” he rumbles, “You did such a good job for us,” He says, rubbing little circles in your hips with his thumb, then looking meaningfully at Midoriya.
“Oh uh,” he says, looking sheepish, “Good job, you were, you were so perfect, bunny, you’re so sweet for me all the time. You nod, sniffling harder.
“Thanks ‘zuku.” You say, snuggling into him, away from Bakugou, who swallows, and nods. “You were so mean, Bakugou,” you giggle lightly, “I didn’t think you could be so mean.” You shiver, and he presses his lips to your temple.
“You are smart, and strong, and beautiful.” He says in a low growl, trying to prompt Midoriya, who seems a bit distracted with his own bliss. “You know I don’t think of you like uh,” he thinks about it, “A uh, a cocksleeve.” You laugh softly, and he relaxes as some of the warmth returns to your eyes. “You’re a good girl.” He says again, and you sigh happily, relaxing into him. Something tugs at his heart, and he stands, cleaning up the bedroom while you take your boyfriend’s hand. “You should take a shower with her.” Bakugou says, hovering in the doorway. “Ah, you should you know, just like extra soft, extra nice, and stuff, you know just uh, this is a lot, it’s intense, and I know it’s her first time doing this kind of-”
“I’ll be fine.” Midoriya says, scooping you up in his arms. “Thank you honestly, we should do it again sometime, when she’s up for it.” Bakugou plays it as casually as he possibly can, eyes on your soft glossy lips. He swallows.
“Yeah uh, honestly,” he shrugs, “Had fun. So uh, when-”
“This weekend?” Midoriya says desperately, “Please?” Bakugou’s eyes flick to your limp form.
“Just uh, if she’s down, you know.”
“Oh yeah,” Midoriya says, “Baby’s such a sweet angel, I’m sure she’s down.” You nod softly into his chest and the blondes heart aches when you reach for him, squirming away from your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck in a quick hug. It might be his imagination, but he feels your lips on his neck. He carefully watches Deku, but his eyes don’t catch any jealousy, any misgivings.
“I’m wearing your shirt?” You mumble, as if you’re just realizing, tugging it off and handing it to him. “You can’t go out like that.” He nods, taking the soft black shirt back and pulling it on.
“See, ya.” He says gruffly. “Cuck.” Midoriya blushes. “Princess.” He says gruffly, and he walks through your living room and into the hallway of the apartment building.
“C’mon bunny.” He hears Midoriya say, “Let’s get in the shower, unless you just wanna crash?”
Bakugou showers at his own place, tossing his backpack in the closet. He fluffs his hair in the mirror, doing some light stretches before lying in his bed. He tucks himself in, turns the light off, and starts scrolling through his phone. He reads the news for a bit before saying,
“Fuck it,” out loud, and opening pornhub. He scrolls through video after video, none of them scratching his itch, testing keywords and new phrases, until he finds what he’s looking for, someone with, fuck, the same color eyes as you, who stares at the camera with the same gentle innocence.
“Oh daddy,” the pornstar says in a kittenish voice, and he winces at the lack of verisimilitude, of connection, compared to what he’d just experienced. “Come on, daddy, your bad wittle girl wants to-” His phone vibrates with a text, rescuing him from just shutting down the browser all together.
You: hi
Bakugou: whats up
He curses himself for texting back so quickly, but relaxes when he sees the little dots indicating you’re typing.
You: ah izuku crashed.
Bakugou: shit sweetheart you gotta tell him he has to do aftercare with you or you’re not gonna be his fuckin kinky ginea pig.
You: I mean, I liked it.
Bakugou: obviously. Whats up tho.
You: um
You: now i feel bad. I dunno like, I’m shaky, I feel weird.
Bakugou: pain/fear = endorphins, you’re coming off a high
You: so no wine or depressants im guessing
Bakugou: no shit dumbass.
Bakugou: did he seriously crash?
You: yeah it’s nbd, he works a lot.
Bakugou: I work a lot.
Bakugou sighs, flipping his smartphone in his hands and fidgeting, porn forgotten.
Bakugou: call me.
You hesitate, curled up on the couch in one of Izuku’s t-shirts and a throw blanket. But you and Bakugou were friends, weren’t you? He’d made you feel so good, not just during the sex but after and before, and he’d always looked after you when you’d shrink inside yourself during large gatherings of Izuku’s hero friends. You press the phone icon.
“Hey,” There’s a rush of static when you breathe into the phone.
“Hey,” He repeats, and kicks himself for not thinking of a more emotionally intelligent greeting. “You uh, you okay?”
“I feel weird.” You say, and your voice sounds small, like you’re caving in on yourself. “I, I liked it, I had fun I just feel weird now.” There’s a pause, Bakugou doesn’t speak so you continue. “Bakugou if um, if you were here, what uh, what would you be doing?” He grunts a little, sitting up on his bed.
“Where are you?” He asks gruffly.
“The couch.”
“Oof,” Bakugou says, “Didn’t wanna get in bed with him?”
“No.” The admission falls from your lips, unbidden.
“Whatcha wearin’?” He asks and that gets a half hearted laugh out of you.
“Bakugou!”
“Shuttup it’s fucking relevant.” He snaps. You sigh into the phone.
“A t shirt, a bra and panties.” You say, “And I’m wrapped in a blanket.” He nods.
“Okay, If I were there,” He says, “I’d hold you, on the couch, with your head propped up on my arm, and I’d be helpin’ with you wherever it hurt.” He takes a deep breath. “So uh, where does it hurt?” He hears you stretch and sigh. You think about it, your whole body feels achey, in a good way, except for the pain just below your ribs.
“My throat is sore,” you say, after considering, and he chuckles,
“Yeah it is.”
“Shut up!” You hiss. “And um, my hips are sore, like where they meet my ribs?” In his apartment, Bakugou smirks.
“Yeah, I uh mighta gonna a little hard on you for a first timer.”
“I wasn’t a virgin.” You whisper defensively.
“Obviously.” He grunts. “Listen, you gotta uh, you’re not gonna feel better unless you comfort yourself, so grab some uh, like scented lotion, and work on the things that hurt, ice them or get a heating pad. Or kick deku the fuck out of bed and tell him to pay attention to his girlfriend.” You laugh lightly.
“Fuck,” you pause, “Should I do that?”
“Hell yes you should!” Bakugou says, a touch of anger seeping into his tone, “He asked you to do this for him, even if ya liked it I could tell we were leagues out of your comfort zone.”
“But I trust you.” For some reason that little interjection hits him hard, warmth spreading slowly across his chest. “And um,” you swallow, “He doesn’t like it when I wake him up, he gets a little uh,” you reach for the right word, “Cranky when he doesn’t get enough rest.”
“What’s Deku like when he’s cranky?” Bakugou says, barking out a laugh, “I’ve never seen it.” He instantly regrets his joking tone when you force out the most joyless laugh he’s ever heard.
“He’s um,” he hears your voice pinch, “He smiles the whole time, and says something like, you know, I’ve got so much on my plate, and I’ve got so much going on I just need to sleep and have a supportive partner, you can handle something simple like that, right?” You cough at the end of your terrible impersonation and treat Bakugou to the second most joyless laugh he’s ever heard.
“Shit, sweetheart.”
“I know,” your voice breaks, “I know it’s bad, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have downplayed it, I-” you take a shakey breath, “This, this isn’t your problem, you shouldn’t-”
“Shut the fuck up, I’m coming over.”
“You can’t!” You breathe desperately, “He’ll wake up, and he’ll be upset with me.” Bakugou chuckles.
“He’s not gonna get mean with you in front of me.” You can hear him moving, presumably looking for shoes, “Deku’s got an image to protect. Let me in, I’ll be there in 10.”
“O-okay.” You press END on the call and he hears you let a choked sob into your pillow before the line disconnects. He groans loudly before tossing his phone across the room. That little sob, that tiny defeated sound echoes around his empty apartment. Fuck it. He’d run there.
You’re crying on the couch, partially ashamed of your weakness and partially still feeling completely unmoored when you hear a soft knock at the door. Tentatively, you stand, padding quietly to the door and looking through the peephole.
“Bakugou,” You swing the door open
“I don’t,” you fidget, “I don’t know about I mean, I don’t know if you should be here.” Bakugou nods slowly, but he can’t, he can’t just leave. You take him in, there’s a speckle of raindrops on his shoulder, and you realize, the light coat of sweat on his body, his sweatpants and t-shirt, he ran here.
“I just wanna,” he looks away, “I mean, I broke you apart, right, I know, I thought your fuckin’ boyfriend would put you back together, but uh, someone’s gotta.” You consider, and he watches your decision making process with interest, your eyes flick to the closed door where he can almost hear Deku snoring, then to his hands and back to his face. Almost in slow motion you take a single one of his fingers and lead him to the couch, sitting cross legged across from him. “How long uh,” he tucks his legs under the blanket, “How long has it been like this?”
“A few months.” You say, corners of your mouth drooping. “At first we’d fight about it, but I think he’s kinda given up. I was honestly thinking,” you look over your shoulder and then back at Bakugou, “About um, you know a more serious conversation, like a break, when he suggested we try this.” Bakugou blinks.
“He wanted to try, to try me and you, because-”
“He said he felt distant from me, and this might help I,” you chew your lip, “I really enjoyed it, I mean it’s not like he forced me,” a small sad smile spreads across your face, “I thought maybe he’d be jealous. Guess I was ah, hurting for it.” There’s a pause, and the two of you sit in the darkness, listening to Deku snore.
“People say a lotta shit about me.” Bakugou rumbles. “I don’t listen, for the most part, I,” he runs his fingers through his hair, “Like that I’m selfish, and competitive and an asshole, and I, I know I am those things, you know I just wander around, slicin’ people on my sharp edges, but I, I’m a fuckin’ hero at the end of the day this is the only job I ever wanted.” You nod.
“I understand.”
“I just,” He fumbles for the words, “So right now, when I say get the fuck over here, I just, I wanted you to know that’s the instinct I’m chasing.” Your eyes widen with surprise. He reaches out and takes your hand, guiding you until you’re lying down together, you facing him, about three inches of space between your bodies.
“Bakugou,” you whisper, “ I shouldn’t have let you in.”
“Why,” he cups your face with one hand, “So why did you?” You lean into his warmth, and take a deep breath.
“I think I, I wanted to be touched softly so bad.” He nods, gently stroking your cheek.
“I shouldn’t have come.” He responds, and then reassures you, “I won’t try shit, I promise, please, just, I can’t stand to see ya like this.” You let him fold you into his chest, shuddering into him. “Sometimes, I think, y’know him gettin’ his quirk from All Might, that it saved me a little.” You look up at him, surprised, only having seen Bakugou snap at the good natured ribbing from his friends at Him and Izuku’s old competition, Deku long having solidified his place as number one.
“What do you mean?” You whisper, and he shrugs.
“I think,” he murmurs, “I’d just hate to see myself as so much, y’know, as so big, so that people around me look like ants.” He thinks about it. “Especially, someone who loved me, uh, as much as you clearly love him.”
“I do.” Tears burn in your eyes now. “I love him so much. Do you wanna hear something funny?” He nods.
“Sure.”
“I tried.” You breathe. “I said, I think maybe we’re meant for a deep and meaningful friendship, and uh, he just said no, I don’t think that’s it.” Bakugou snorts and your eyes widen. “Shhhh!”
“Listen,” Bakugou rumbles. “Keep tryin’ if you love the idiot or whatever.” He pulls away so you can see him grin. “He already texted me about this weekend.” You smile despite yourself. “I got some ideas myself,” you feel his lips on your cheek, on your ear, “‘S far as I’m concerned, when he gives you to me, you’re fuckin’ mine.” You bury your face in his chest and he tangles his hands in your hair. He smells so good, and he’s so warm, you realize you could fall asleep right there.
“Mmhm, okay.” You mumble. “Question.”
“What’s up?” He whispers.
“You’re not, you know, doing this to um, get back at him, for like-”
“No.” Bakugou says, louder than he means. “Nah, I uh, I mean fuckin’ deku’s girlfriend sounded fun to me when he proposed it but I uh, I’m not here right now for anythin’ other than, y’know I was worried about you.”
“Really?” You mumble. “Getting soft on me, Dynamight?” He chuckles lowly.
“Brat to me at your own fuckin’ risk sweeheart.” You shudder. “Aw,” He breathes, “Is baby scared?”
“No.” You protest, “I’m not scared of you.” He presses his lips to your forehead.
“You shouldn’t have said that. Now I’m gonna-” You both freeze when you hear Midoriya turn over in bed and then call,
“Bunny,” He calls, and Bakugou smirks at you, “You coming to bed?”
“Yep!” You say quickly, standing, Bakugou immediately missing the warmth and weight of your body in his arms.
“Bunny?” Bakugou mouths, shaking his head with a smirk, and you shrug, shooing the huge blonde towards the door.
“Get out.” You close the door on him quickly, and run to your bedroom, scooting quickly underneath your blanket and moving towards your boyfriends.
“Hey,” you whisper in the dark, guilt ripping through you, “Hey Izuku.” He moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and crushing you to his chest before letting you flop next to him. “Hey,” you try again, “Hey, I know, um, just if we do that again um, I just need, um some more like, attention from you after.” He props his head up, clearly struggling to stay awake.
“What?”
“You know, um,” you fidget with the sheets. “Bakugou said we were supposed to do aftercare and stuff and I-”
“I know,” Deku sighs happily. “You know, I work so much, and I spend all day helping people, and I just, I feel so grateful to have a partner who is so self sufficient.” Your heart thrums in your chest. “I mean I don’t have a ton of energy at the end of the day but you’re always around when I need you.” You swallow.
“Yeah um,” your eyes well with tears. “Sometimes, Izuku, I need support too.” There’s a silence. “Izuku?” You hear a snore, and realize he’s fallen asleep. Your phone buzzes.
Bakugou: don’t stay up too late.
You: I won’t.
You: why did you worry about me
Bakugou: he said he loved you and you flinched.
You: did I?
Bakugou: i told you.
Bakugou: this is the only job I ever wanted. So I pay attention.
You: huh
Bakugou: sleep.
You: yes, will do.
A few days later you’re coming back in with a light bag of groceries, and Deku is sitting at your apartment island, scrolling through his phone.
“Hey,” He runs to you and holds you to his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He’s stepped up the affection since having Bakugou over, though he’s as hard to read as ever. You take a deep breath through your nose. “Kacchan’s coming later, you up for it?” You swallow nervously, you hadn’t talked to Bakugou since he came over and he hadn’t reached out again, but it was undeniably the best sex of your life, you shiver at just the memory of his hands on your body.
“Yeah.” You smile, mouth going dry. “What’s in the box?” Deku shrugs.
“It’s addressed to you.” You open it and your gasp draws his attention.
“Holy shit.” He breathes, eyes like saucers, “Put that on right now.” The Dynamight Official lingerie is complicated, with an elastic around your waist, white with orange lettering, attached to a pair of dark green thigh highs, that your skin squishes around, the plush of your waist and thighs soft around the elastic. The bra is also dark green, with an elastic band, with the same orange lettering on white, but the final straw is the pair of mid waisted dark green mesh panties, with sheer panels, and a message sewn right into the crotch, right where the threads would brush the most sensitive parts of a woman, matching the lining around your waist, under your bust, and you haven’t seen it yet, but dangling from the green leather collar in the box, Property Of Dynamight.
Your heart is racing, as you wiggle into the lingerie, straightening the thigh highs.
“Baby,” Deku groans, “Baby this is so fucking hot.” Your face is warm and you fidget as he cups your face in his hands and palms your breast. “Fuck you look so good like this.” He reaches for you, and the door opens, and all 6’6 of Bakugou Katsuki looms in the doorway, all the blood in his head rushing below his waist at the sight of you, covered in his name. All he does, however, is walk over and reach into the box, removing the expensive leather collar and leash.
“Forgot the most important part,” he hits Deku lightly on the back of the head. “Shithead.”