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Part Two

Pairing: Bakugou x reader, Izuku x reader

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: daddy kink, impact play, degradation, oral, breeding kink, cheating (reader is unaware), dubcon (considering the deception)

A/n: This got away from me, lengthwise. Also, didn't know what to do about OFA, so I made a creative decision, jsyk. Enjoy!

A thick veil of smoke enveloped the top two heroes, enough to allow the villain that they were pursuing to slip out of their line of sight. A mysterious light flashed into the haze, branching out like lightning to surround them.

"Kacchan?" Midoriya held his, well, not exactly his hands, out in front of him when enough of the smoke had cleared.

They looked familiar, but at the same time, completely foreign. He didn't quite recognize his voice either.

"What?" Bakugou spat and immediately tensed. Why the fuck did he sound like that?

He snapped his head toward Deku, only to find that he wasn't looking at Deku at all. He was looking at himself.

"What the fuck?" he seethed and shook his head. They didn't have time for whatever bullshit this was. They had a job to do. "We'll figure this shit out later. Pull your head outta your ass and let's go get that son-of-a-bitch first."

"Right," Midoriya nodded, clenching his fist as he broke into a sprint.

He didn’t have to run far. Thankfully, by the time they’d caught sight of the criminal, their respective sidekicks had already restrained him.

"This a new one," a police officer chuckled, reading a report off of a tablet as his fellow officers loaded the defeated villain into the back of a patrol car. "He apparently has a body-switching quirk. Good thing no one was hit with it, because there's not much known about it."

"Ha, uh, what?" The blonde hero scratched the back of his neck, looking visibly nervous, while the green-haired pro rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest.

"Thanks for all the useful information, real fuckin' helpful." The normally bubbly expression of the freckled-face Deku was MIA, instead replaced by an unamused scowl as he clapped his hand on Dynamight's shoulder, digging his fingers in tight enough to make the man wince as he led him away from the scene.

"Kacchan!" He spoke in a hushed whisper, jerking his shoulder out of his grip. "What are we going to do? Shouldn't we tell someone about this?"

“For what? So they can tell us to go to the hospital where they can’t do jack shit about it?” He cocked an eyebrow, obviously annoyed at the suggestion. “You heard that idiot, they don’t know anything about this damn quirk. It’s been a long fuckin’ week and I’m not about to waste my time off being poked and prodded for no goddamn reason. I’m going home.”

He spun on his heel, extending his palms to blast himself away as a habit, before realizing that he couldn’t. His quirk was tied to his body; a body he didn’t have control of at the moment. An exasperated groan left his lips as he lifted his palm to his forehead.

“Right.” He took a wide stance, bending his knees as if to take off in a sprint, trying to activate One for All, but he couldn’t do that either.

“Kacchan, I, uh—,” Deku held up a hand, sending forward a tendril of black whip from the body that he currently occupied, looking down as if it would help him avoid the rage boiling up within Bakugou.

It came out as a nonsensical growl. An aggressive muttering of a string of curse words and unsavory phrases.

Silently, Midoriya thought to himself that a temporarily quirkless Kacchan was maybe a divine dose of karma, but he didn’t dare let that thought slip out.

“Can’t fuckin’ believe this. Fuckin’ bullshit dumbass quir—“ Bakugou began stomping off, but Midoriya was quick to follow.

“Wait! If I go home like this, Y/n’s gonna worry.”

He stopped and heaved a heavy sigh, “So?” His tone sounded indignant, but if he was being honest with himself, he hadn’t yet considered how you would react to the situation.

“I mean, maybe you should—I don’t know. Maybe you should just..pretend to be me? This might wear off by morning for all we know, right? She worries enough as is, I don’t want to give her more reason to.”

Bakugou spun around to look straight into his own face, something that made him uneasy enough to begin with and was only made worse by the pathetic expression painted on it.

"Fine," his jaw was set tight as he jabbed at Deku's borrowed chest, "But if you're gonna pretend to be me, don't make me look like such a pussy, got it? I'll run home and play house with your wife for you."

As the words left his lips, an idea blossomed in his brain. One that he, admittedly, shouldn't have jumped to so quickly, but he couldn't help himself. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, right?

“You wouldn’t..do anything though, right? With her, I mean,” Midoriya asked, as if he could read the filthy thoughts flying through Bakugou's mind. "She, uh, she can be a bit," he paused, searching for the right word. "Insatiable, at times. But you'll tell her no if she tries to, you know. Won't you?"

"You think that telling me that she's insatiable in bed is a good deterrent?" He scoffed, "I'd say you're dumber than you look, but at the moment, you look as smart as I've ever seen you."

"Kacchan, I'm serious."

"All right," he flashed his palms in a reluctantly placating manner, "I won't fuck your wife. Scout's honor, okay?"

"Thank you," he sighed with relief.

"No promises if she offers me head though," he smirked as he pulled out his phone to call a car.

///

On the car ride home, more potential scenarios crossed his mind. Ones that were far less suggestive, but still felt just as forbidden.

You’d greet him when he got home, the same way he’d seen you greet Deku for so many years. The realization had his palms sweating and his stomach tightening with nerves that he hadn’t felt since college, since before Deku had scooped you up and made you his.

Knowing you were spoken for hadn't done anything to quell his feelings for you though. He could control himself, obviously. He knew that you were happy enough with Deku, though personally, he always thought that you could be happier with him. He'd never get between your marriage though. Despite their never-ending sense of rivalry, he could respect the sanctity of that.

If there was one silver lining to this inconvenient incident, at least he could pretend for one day that you were his. Even if he had to wear Deku's damn face to do it.

He fished an unfamiliar set of keys from his pocket, taking a deep breath before he swung the door open.

"Babe?" he heard your melodic voice before he saw you.

He could tell it was coming from down the hall, so he called out, following the source of the sound.

"Yeah, I'm home," he replied, slipping off his boots before carrying on down the long hallway, taking notice of the cracked door at the end.

"How was your day? I hope you're not too tired," you cooed, and Bakugou could just imagine the cute little pout your lips must be pursed into.

"Too tired for what, baby?" He came up to the door, pushing it open as he laid his eyes on the most glorious sight that he'd ever seen.

You were sitting on the plush bench at the foot of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. A lacy, black set of lingerie clinging to your frame as your gazed up at him with a smile that nearly knocked him right off of his feet.

All bets were off now.

"Whoa," he swallowed, drinking in your ethereal appearance.

"You're not too tired to help me take this off, are you?" You caught your lip between your teeth, standing and strolling straight up to tug on the fabric of his hero costume, guiding his lips towards yours until they crashed into one another.

His hands moved on their own accord, gravitating towards the supple flesh of your ass. Both hands giving it a firm squeeze as he pulled your hips against his, allowing you to feel the tent that he'd already pitched in his pants.

You tugged harder at his costume, whimpering with need as you walked backwards towards the bed.

“Need you so bad,” you mewled as spun the both of you around, pushing him gently until his legs hit the bench. “Can I suck your cock, pretty please? Wanna make you feel so good tonight, Daddy.”

“Oh, fuck,” his eyebrows knit together as he groaned and started working himself out of the material, never taking his eyes off your sweet, submissive face. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Just for you, Daddy,” the innocent smile that graced your features as you dropped to your knees in front of him sent a throbbing pulse straight to his cock.

He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d even been this hard. The way that you were looking up at him, your hands helping him peel away the layers that separated his cock from your warm, wet mouth, had him nearly feral before you’d even properly touched him.

“May I, Daddy? Please?” You batted your lashes, hovering your mouth just in front of his erect length, so that he could feel your warm breath fanning over it, sending an almost painful shiver up his spine.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, pushing his hands into your hair as he kicked the costume off to the side.

You braced your hands on his thighs, taking the tip into your mouth to swirl your tongue around it, tasting the bit of precum that had beaded there.

He was briefly disappointed that he couldn’t see your lips wrapped around his actual cock, but proud to know that given the size of what Deku was working with, you might actually have trouble taking it if he were in the right body.

You wrapped one hand around his cock, while your lips slowly sank down his length. He inhaled sharply, all of his senses fading away as he focused on just how fucking good you were making him feel. He shut his eyes while his fingers tensed in your roots as he repressed the urge to shove his cock straight into your throat and fuck your cute little mouth until you were choking on his cum.

His jaw hung open as he groaned louder, studying your movements with intention as he responded to the way you were taking him in and out. Tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as your hand gripped the base of his cock, your fingers curling underneath to massage his balls. Eyes locked with his, eagerly watching the pleasure flood his expression with each bob of your head, as if it fueled you to make him feel this good.

You looked as submissive and breedable as ever and it was driving him absolutely insane. He wanted to ruin you; he needed to. If this was going to be his only opportunity, he'd run with it and he wouldn't look back.

"Gonna let Daddy do what he wants with you tonight?" He brought a hand to your breast, palming it through the elegant lace that restrained it, coaxing your nipples to harden at his touch before he tugged at it.

"Yes, Daddy," you moaned needily as you came up for air, your chin glistening with spit as your hand continued to pump his length. "I'll do anything for you."

“Mmc’mere then, baby,” he seized your hand, bringing you to your feet, only to sit down on the bench and pull you between his parted legs. “Wanna play with that pretty little pussy of yours,” he slipped a hand between your thighs, rubbing circles against your folds.

You steadied yourself on his shoulders, your knees already shaking as he pulled your panties down, letting them pool around your ankles while he began teasing your clit. He slipped two fingers inside with ease, sighing at the glorious feeling of your slick walls pulsing around his digits.

“So fuckin’ wet, ready to take this cock already, aren’t cha’?” He smirked, snaking an arm around your hips, lifting you just enough to settle you on his lap, your heat hovering just above his swollen head as your knees pressed into the plush fabric and you shed your bra.

“Yes, Daddy,” you mewled, moaning in his ear as your hips bucked impatiently, “Please, give it to me, Daddy,” the whine that followed your words escalated into a cry as he gripped your hips, sinking you down onto his length.

A strangled growl left his throat as he guided your motions, watching your pussy drip around his cock as you bounced up and down with practiced ease. His lips found your breasts, attaching to one and swiping his tongue around your sensitive nipple as he closed his eyes.

Your soft tits in his face, the beautiful sound of your moans echoing around the bedroom, the velvety feel of your walls squeezing his cock. It was all so intense. He didn’t want this to be over too soon, but you were moving so quickly, relentlessly chasing your release, so he helped you get there, rubbing circles on your clit while his teeth gently tugged at your nipples, speaking sinful words to coax you over the precipice.

“You gonna cream on my cock, princess? Gonna show me what a good little whore you are?” He noticed the surprise on your face as the words left his lips.

Deku probably didn’t use those types of names in the bedroom, he supposed, but you didn’t seem to hate it. The way you clenched tighter around his cock made him think you probably fucking liked it, because of course you did, you were perfect. But now he wanted to know what else you liked.

He leaned back, shuffling his hips forward so you lost your leverage and he was the one completely in control, “Is that what you are, baby? Daddy’s good little slut?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You cried, grasping for something to cling onto and settling for raking your nails down his chest.

His hands gripped your ass as he thrusted upwards into you, picking up the pace as he gave a sharp smack to one cheek, “Want you to fuckin’ scream when you cum all over this dick. Tell everybody who the fuck is making you feel so goddamn good. Understand me?”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes!” Your voice broke as your vision whited out, ears buzzing as waves of intense pleasure washed over you. “‘Zuku!”

A pang hit his chest as he remembered himself. How he wasn’t himself right now. But the sting only lasted for a moment before it was overtaken by the euphoria that your spasming walls sent him into.

He grunted, his hips stuttering, “Shit, baby,” he muttered as he continued to fuck up into you, guiding you both through your release as you laid against his chest, his arms enveloping you.

You laid there for a beat afterwards, silently recovering your senses until you stirred on top of him to dismount and crawl into the bed, reaching out a hand and making a little grabbing motion, beckoning him to join you.

It was almost enough to give him whiplash, how fast you could go from sinfully seductive to adorably innocent. Who was he to refuse you?

He turned and crawled on all fours into the bed, marveling at your form as he climbed over you, caging you in as your fingertips trailed up his arms. The soft expression on your face inspiring butterflies to flutter about in the pit of his stomach.

How did this make him so nervous compared to what the two of you had just done? Why is this what got to him?

“I love you,” you spoke sweetly, kind eyes peering up at him as your hands came to rest behind his neck.

Fuck. He should’ve seen this coming, but it’d never really been part of any of his after sex routines. He was almost afraid, but he couldn’t admit that to himself.

Nor could he admit that he actually meant it when he whispered back, “I love you too.”

“What got into you tonight? I mean I know it’s been a while and I’ve been pretty pent up, but I didn’t realize you had that in you.” You pulled him in, kissing him gently as he laid down beside you, folding an arm over your waist, while he propped himself up on the other.

Been a while? How long? How did that damn nerd not fuck you every single day? How did he ever leave you alone?

“I, uh,” he shrugged, studying your face, trying to focus on the conversation instead of just how beautiful you looked this close up. “I’m not sure. Did you like it, though? I mean, are you all right? I didn’t spank you too hard or get too mean, did I?”

“No, no,” you smiled, putting an arm behind his head to play idly with the soft green curls on his scalp. “I really liked it, actually. Maybe we could try more of that sometime? I think I could handle more than what you did tonight.”

“I’m sure you could,” he voiced his thoughts out loud, chuckling quietly as a soft smirk lingered on his lips. “We can do whatever you wanna do, princess. Anything for you.”

“Princess, hmm? I think you’ve been spending too much time with Bakugou.” You giggle and for a second, he’s afraid he’s been found out.

“Oh, ha, yeah. Maybe I have. Sorry,” he pauses. What the fuck does he call you?? It’s some dumb shit, isn’t it? Ah, that’s right. “Puppy.” The word leaving his tongue is nearly enough to make him cringe.

“Princess is fine too,” you shrug, “I kinda like it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he studies your face, watching your eyes as they fixate on the tuft of hair that you keep toying with. It’s relaxing. The subtle, soothing shivers your actions send down his spine as the rhythm of your quiet breathing is the only sound left in the room.

He wishes he could lay here forever, but he doesn’t know when his time with you will be up. So he seizes another opportunity.

“Have I ever told you about the crush Ba--ah, Kacchan, had on you?”

Your eyes pull back to his, narrowing in intrigue, “No? He had a crush on me?”

“Yeah, all through college, I think.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I had no idea. I thought he hated me right up until we got married, actually.”

You laughed, but it broke his heart a little. Hated you? How could he?

“Why?” He reminded himself to watch his tone. That came off a little too defensive, but if you noticed, you didn’t comment.

“He was a bit of a jerk? Granted, that was more after we started dating, I guess. In hindsight, that would make sense. He’s never been one to handle his emotions well, huh?”

Another blow to the chest. He didn’t ever mean to treat you poorly at all. He was pissed that Deku had gotten to you before he found the nerve to, but he hadn’t meant to take that out on you.

“No,” he looked down, grinning lop-sidedly. “He hasn't.”

“You know, I actually had a crush on him too, as dumb as it sounds,” he snaps his eyes up to your face and you clarify, “Before we got together, of course.”

“Oh,” he nods, “Right. Yeah, no, it’s--I mean, we’re married. It’s fine, babe. You really had a crush on him though?”

“Yeah and I couldn’t tell you why,” you laugh. “Maybe it was my rebellious phase. I’m sure if I had brought him home, my mother would have lost her damn mind.”

“She probably would have,” he chuckled half-heartedly, swallowing the swords that he wanted to spew to find the words that Deku would use instead. “Well, I’m pretty happy with how things worked out.”

“Me too,” you grin, reaching a hand up to hold his jaw in your hand as you sit up, laying him on his back, so that you can hover over him. “Thank you for tonight. I know things have been a little distant between us, but I’m glad that you’re trying. I appreciate it, Izuku.”

Fuck. The sense of guilt that he’d been holding off was creeping back in. This was the dumbest fucking thing he’d ever done. It had to be. What could he do now? You were going to find out eventually, weren’t you? Surely, you’d mention this to Deku tomorrow. All of it.

He was thinking with his dick when he walked in, but now he was afraid of hurting you. Not just by revealing how he’d obviously betrayed your trust. Now that he thought about it, this was--definitely not okay? Fuck. Fuck, he’d fucked up. Because on top of that, now you think you’ve had some sort of breakthrough with your husband, who wouldn’t know what the fuck you were talking about whenever he got back into his own body?

He didn’t know what to do. He was panicking. He was blanking. He wasn’t thinking when he said, “I-I’m not Izuku.”

“What?” Your face went stark white as you scrambled away from him. He reached out to you, instinctively, wanting to soothe the hurt that he knew he’d helped cause. “Who the fuck are y--Bakugou?”

Gathering the sheets around you, you curled up on the far side of the bed, shrinking away from him as he puts his hands up.

“Yes,” he admitted. “I’m--I don’t even know what to fuckin’ say. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“What the fuck happened? Where’s my husband?” Tears were welling in your eyes as you held your hand out, activating your quirk to levitate a stack of heavy books from the bedside table.

“Hey, hey, hey! Look, I’d never hurt you and Deku’s fine!” He held his hands higher, “This was his dumb fuckin’ idea.”

You lowered the books, clutching both hands around the sheets as you looked at him skeptically, “What was his idea? What in the fuck happened?”

“We got hit by a body-switching quirk,” he sighs, lowering his hands. “They don’t know anything about it. Couldn’t tell us when it would wear off. His dumb ass insisted that I should just come here and pretend to be him, so that you wouldn’t worry. And my dumb ass took advantage of the situation. I was thinking with my dick and I know that’s no excuse, but I didn’t mean to--fuck, please, don’t cry, princess,” he looks at you regretfully, watching tears stream over your cheeks as you furiously wipe them away.

“You’re gonna think I’m a fucking idiot, but it’s not you I’m upset with,” you scoff. “What you did was fucked up.” You narrow your eyes briefly in his direction, “But I’m more upset that I think he used this as an excuse to avoid me.”

“What?” He asked incredulously. “Why the fuck would he want to avoid you? You guys always look so fuckin’ perfect together. Like you’re living on Cloud Nine all the damn time.”

You laugh, but it’s void of joy and full of bitterness, “Yeah, he’s a real good actor. Guess I am too.” You shake your head, looking away as you try to dry your eyes. “I love him. Fuck, do I love him. But lately, he hasn’t touched me. Hasn’t talked to me the way he used to. He still treats me fine and I’m sure it’s just because he’s so busy now that he’s finally just made it to Number One, but,” you shrug, “It hurts, you know? He used to act like that all the time. He’d dote on me hand and foot. I never asked him to or expected him to; he just did it. But now, it’s like it’s only for the cameras.”

A new wave of sobs wracks through you as you curl your knees into your chest, wrapping your arms around them as your bury your face, speaking through muffled cries, “I told myself that it might be like this when he got the news that he’d made it and that I should just give him so some space and time to adjust, maybe it’s just me being selfish, but I-I just feel like,” you sniffle, looking back up and to Bakugou, disguised as your husband. “Sometimes, I feel like he doesn’t want me anymore. He’s never said so and I like to think that he’s trying, but after feeling set aside for so many months, I just can’t help but wonder.”

His heart was bleeding now. Having been ripped open by your display of emotion. He still didn’t know what to say, but he could try. He had to, for you.

“He loves you,” he reaches out a hand tentatively, rubbing your arm gently when you don’t pull away and you lean into him. “He does. He just,” he pauses, thinking of the right words. “He gets too caught up sometimes. He’s done it before and he doesn’t mean to. His tunnel vision gets the best of him. I know everyone thinks the bastard’s flawless, but obviously you and I know better. He’s finally achieved this big dream of his and he’s lost focus on what really matters, but he’ll find it again.”

You nod, wiping away more tears with the sheets balled up in your hands as he continues, smiling apologetically, “This isn’t your fault. You shouldn’t feel guilty for expecting your husband to act like your fucking husband. Listen, if you want, I’ll knock some fuckin’ sense into him for ya, because he’s missing out right now.” He smiles as you let out a quiet laugh that actually has some sincerity to it. “You aren’t meant to be an afterthought. You’re not just a priority when it’s convenient enough for him. Tell that asshole to treat you like his wife before you’re someone else’s.”

“You make it sound so easy,” you swipe the last of your tears off your cheek, holding your knees to your chest as you look at him.

“It’s never easy telling someone how you feel. I know, ” he forces a smile. “But you gotta do it, for your own sake at least.”

“Surprisingly sage words coming from you,” you muse, staring into the white sheets pooled around your legs.

“Everyone has their moments,” he exhales, shifting himself over to the edge of the bed. “I also had a pretty low one tonight, so I’m gonna go.”

“Wait,” you call, shuffling over to him as you try to keep the sheet pulled over you.

He glances over his shoulder at you.

“Could you, uh, stay?” You ask sheepishly. “Again, I don’t exactly wanna condone what you did, but also, I could argue that you were just doing what Izuku asked you to. And I—don’t judge me for sounding so pathetic, but I wasn’t exaggerating about how touch-starved I am, so if you wouldn’t mind, maybe we co—,”

“I’ll stay,” he nods, looking down into your eyes. “You never need to give me a reason, princess.”

“Thank you,” you blush, looking down as you sit against the headboard. “Could you grab me a t-shirt and some panties? They’re both in those top two drawers over there.

You gesture toward the set of drawers along the wall and he nods and he stands, collecting the garments and tossing them onto the bed before turning around.

“Thank you,” you say again, climbing out of bed to quickly pull the clothing on. “You’re good. His, uh, his boxers are in the top of that one.”

You tilt your head toward another set of drawers, set beside the first and he retrieves a pair to slip into before climbing back into the bed, sitting beside you, entirely unsure of how to proceed.

“So, uh,” you break the uncomfortable silence, “you had a crush on me?”

He shakes his head, scoffing at his own stupidity, “Have,” he admits. “I still have a little crush on you, I guess.”

“I thought as much,” you nod, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, so I understand if you wanna go.”

“I’m not fuckin’ leavin’ you tonight.” He states matter-of-factly. “I said I’d stay. You don’t need to spare my feelings, Princess. I’m fine, really.”

“Are you sure?” You scoot closer to him and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his chest told fold his other arm over you.

“I’m sure,” he confirms. “I’m just doin’ what Deku asked me to, right?”

He smirks and you laugh, relaxing into his embrace, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You know, he actually told me pretty specifically not to sleep with you. Even if you tried.” He glanced down at you, “Said you were ‘insatiable’ sometimes.”

“Insatiable?” You scoff indignantly, “The last time we fucked was literally after the last Billboards. Pardon me for asking for the dick a little aggressively.”

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? That was 4 months ago.” He looked indignant for you.

“I know, I’ve counted.” You roll your eyes. “Probably just said so, because he knew I would try. You know how many sets of lingerie and stupid little outfits and toys I’ve bought trying to entice him? I sit on that stupid fuckin’ bench at least three times a week trying to get his attention.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, his face contorted in frustration, “You fuckin’ what? Does he—does that asshole really not realize how lucky he is?”

“Well, it feels nice to hear you say that, at least.”

He holds you a little tighter, tracing idle shapes into your arm as he sinks you both further into the bed, so that you’re laying beside one another. You bring your thigh up to rest on top of his as your hand lays on his chest.

“It’s gonna work out,” he murmurs into your hair. “Even if I have to physically remove his head from his ass.”

“At this point, I might like to see that,” you giggle, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his head as he tucks you under his chin with a half smile.

A few moments of silence pass by before he finds the nerve to ask, “So you had a crush on me?”

You press your lips together, mindlessly tapping your fingertips on his chest, “I plead the fifth,” you whisper.

“I’ll remember that,” he chuckles, placing a soft kiss to your temple that makes your ears burn.

“So you, uhm, you don’t know when you’ll switch back? Like, if it’ll happen overnight or?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “Dumbasses at the scene said they didn’t have a clue how it worked. I guess no one’s seen anything like it before, so your guess is as good as mine. Why? Ya gonna miss me in the mornin’ if I’m gone?”

“I’m once again exercising my right to silence,” you laugh quietly.

“Well, I’ll sack up and say it,” he exhales a single chuckle, “I’ll miss you, princess.”

You felt guilty. This was obviously teetering on the line of inappropriate, but at the same time, it just felt so nice to be actively wanted by somebody. To be able to banter and curl up with someone at night who didn’t seem to want to let you go.

You didn’t want to think about it. The guilt or the whirlwind that had just torn through your evening. You just wanted to feel wanted as you drifted off to sleep.

“Goodnight, Katsuki,” you slipped your arm completely over his torso, pressing a single kiss to his collarbone.

He felt his heart stir at the use of his first name. You hadn’t ever used it to refer to him before, but he didn’t dare let himself read any further into that.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

///

The next morning, he woke up to the sound of his own alarm clock and bolted upright, immediately looking beside him to find that he was the only one tucked into the black sheets that adorned his bed.

“Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his face. “Alexa, shut the fuck up.”

The alarm ceased, but another sound poked at the thin veil of his early-morning patience. He felt around beneath the sheets to find his phone, seeing endless notifications of text messages, all from Deku.

It was inevitable, he’d figured that much already, but one message in particular caught his eye.

Deku: Have you seen Y/n this morning?

Now he was concerned. He furiously skimmed through the other messages.

Deku: She wasn’t home when I got up.

Deku: No note or anything. She was here last night right?

Deku: Kacchan answer your phone

Deku: I’m worried about her.

Deku: What the hell did you do? You didn’t sleep with her, did you?

Deku: Look, please don’t tell anyone, but we’ve been having a couple of issues lately. I don’t think she would leave without telling me though, even if she were upset.

A knock at the door tore his attention away. If that was Deku, honestly, he might not be able to refrain from punching him straight in the face. He bounded to the door, muttering about how fucking stupid this whole situation had gotten, before opening the door and being stunned into silence at your appearance.

You smiled seductively, looking him over as he stood in the doorframe, clad only in a pair of sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips, and untied the front of the wrap dress that you wore, flashing him the orange lingerie that was concealed underneath.

“Did you miss me?”

Part Two

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If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

Someone tell me, truly, why Tumblr always says I have 4 asks but I never actually do. I wish I did.

based on that one scene from parks and rec

Katsuki fumbled as the heavy wooden door of your mansion was nearly slammed in his face, you being the cause. Your infuriated strides didn’t stop as you reached the kitchen.

Katsuki felt his eyes burn and bile rise in his throat as he tried desperately to reach you.

“Baby, please! It was one time, and I didn’t even kiss her-,” he rambles worriedly, taking a step aback as you turn around.

Your eyes held nothing but pure fire and pain.

“Oh my FUCKING GOD Katsuki! You didn’t kiss her?! Oh that’s just wonderful, I totally forgive you for going behind my FUCKING BACK and fucking other women! That makes everything okay now!” You cry? Laugh? You couldn’t tell anymore.

Katsuki winces at your tears, pearly streaks of his own staining his cheeks. He reaches for you, heart breaking when you flinch away from him.

“Baby-,” he starts.

“Don’t you fucking DARE call me that you disloyal bastard,” you sob.

“I gave you my EVERYTHING, you son of a bitch! The nights I spent slaving over that fucking stove so YOU wouldn’t go hungry! I broke my back cleaning this fucking house, I give up my social life so we can be together, I bust my fucking ass doing stuff in bed I don’t want to do, ALL FOR YOU! I gave you EVERYTHING! So don’t you fucking dare try and have some balls now.” You sob through gritted teeth.

Katsuki sinks to his knees, openly sobbing and grabbing your hands. You tried forcing them back, but his grip was relentless. He pressed tearful kisses to your hands, amplifying your pained sobs.

“(Y/N), please! It was the worst mistake of my entire fucking life, of OUR lives. It was an act of stupidity, and if I could go back in time I would kill past me for even looking at her. It’s YOU I love, not her. It’s you, it’s always been you,” he gasped for breath, looking up at you. You paused.

“AAAAAAAND CUT! That was a great take everyone, go grab some lunch and be back in an hour to continue the shoot,” the director shouts, hopping off his pedestal.

You wiped your tears off, cursing the added tear stick as you laughed.

“Jesus Christ, that was a rough scene. How are you, baby?” You look down at him. Your smile was warm, a complete contrast to the character in the series you were acting in. Katsuki made no move to wipe his tears.

He rose slowly, before wrapping his arms around you tightly. He sniffled as he held you as close as possible, kissing the side of your face.

“Baby, are you alright? It was just a scene!” You giggle, kissing him on the forehead.

“If I ever make you sad like that, I need you to kill me. I would rather die than make you cry the way you just did,” he sniffed, wiping his nose and holding your cheeks.

“Aw sweetie. I know you’d never cheat on me. I love you so, so, so much. I guess we just did too good a job acting,” you giggle. You pull him in closer for a kiss, wiping his tears and playing with his baby hairs.

“I love you so much. Never ever forget that,” he says firmly. You nod, before squeezing out of his grip and tapping his ass playfully.

“Of course angel, now let’s get lunch. Sato made enchiladas and I’m craving them so badly,” you kiss him again. Katsuki’s phone beeped, and he checked before grimacing slightly.

“I’ll be right there babe, Eijiro’s complaining about something,” he says, squeezing your sides and sending you off.

You’re so fucking right, baby. He thought. His chest bloomed in pain. Ochaco’s bunched up tits stared right back at him in picture form, taunting him.

I did too good of an acting job.

can i get a uhhhhh smut where reader wont stop running from tojis dick and he has to manhandle them into being still :3 !!!

take it...real slow ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

☾₊‧⁺...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, dirty talk, rough sex, husband!toji, toji being whipped for his wife, toji being super sweet but filthy at the time same, toji calls you 'ma' and 'mama'

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : i love love looove the 'don't run away from it' with toji, i have to fight the urge from including it in every single work of mine ❤︎ but have a little blurbie of toji being a big bully that loves his wife who swears she can take the dick as i try to get back into the flow of writing !!

f. toji knows it's big, he knows it so well. he takes him time to prep you each and every time, his thick fingers rubbing slow circles into your clit to build you pleasure, getting you nice and wet. he loves when you keen his name when he slips them inside. groaning when you gush on his fingers.

"fuck, baby, you're drippin'," he murmurs, mouthing at your neck. "all hot and sticky just for me? tsk...had you like this all day, yeah?" when you nod, he just chuckles, kissing right behind your ear. poor thing, having to work all day with your pretty cunt dripping like this. but he knew it was his fault, having woken you up with his mouth glued to your pussy. the feeling of his tongue running through your folds. but of course, he didn't let you cum, no, toji wanted you to be needy for him until you came home.

"you're doin' so good for me, mama. gonna be a good wifey for me and let me give you what you need?"

leaning over you, toji cages you in with his arms, waiting for you to focus on him. "look at me, doll," he gently commands. his hand cups your cheek, giving soft little slaps that have you giggling as you turn to nip at his fingers. "there she is," he so so sweetly coos at you, but that smirk he gives you is mean. "such a pretty little thing, aren't ya?"

pushing up one of your thighs, toji rubs the swollen head of his thick cock against your slick folds, teasing at your entrance. you look so pretty, so cute, all his...but he knows what's going to happen the second he presses into you, and the thought makes him throb. "jus' relax, mama, 'm gonna make it good for you," he hums, pushing his tip into your cunt.

as he pushes deeper, he leans closer to whisper to you, his breathe hot against your ear. "you gonna run from it again, baby? like you always do? or you gonna be good for me this time?" you swear up and down you don't run away, that you take it because you love it, glaring up at him but that defiant look is wiped off your face the instant he feels that you've completely relaxed, sliding aaaall the way in.

"tojiiiiii, y-you can't just push, mn, in like that...you're so mean!"

"mm...nuh uh," he teases, an almost evil grin on his face as you gaped at his childish response. toji can feel that you need him, he knows you just desperately need to be fucked into the mattress...so of course he's gonna give his pretty wife just what she needs.

his hands hold you in place as he thrusts into you with force, a predatory glint in his eyes as he coos your name. he just started and your eyes are already starting to roll back, crying out his name as thanks for finally, finally fucking you like you needed it. each time he pressed in you could feel his hot tip smushing against your cervix.

"always sayin' 'it's too much, it's too much,' but look at you," he mocks, not allowing you to wiggle up the bed and away from him. no, no, you need this, you need it so bad, the way your pussy is sucking him in, milking his cock. this was the best away to make you take it, to have you trapped under him unable to move away from his fat cock abusing your insides.

"nothin' 's too good for ya, mama, nah, you deserve every. fuckin'. inch."

even thought he's got you trapped like this, you still start to move, trying to angle your hips away from each hard thrust into you. "doll," he growls, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. he was actually starting to get sick of it...why wouldn't you be good and take it for him? did you need him to be mean?

"it's like you want me to fuckin' manhandle you t'' stay still. fuckin' slut needs her husband to treat her like a toy?"

one look into your eyes made toji snap. all he could see was that silent answer of 'yes' in your eyes.

"oh. oh. oh, you do, you do, don't you? yeah? ohhh, baby girl, you poor poor thing, just needed your big bad toji t' use you like a fleshlight," he groans, coming down to support himself on his forearms as he began to pound into your messy cunt, laughing breathlessly when you practically sobbed.

"'m not lettin' you run away, mama," toji grunts, his eyes squeezed shut. "mmph, i'm gonna pump this little pussy full of my cum, gonna mark up those insides. yeah, you want that? huh? ooh, i know ya do, pretty thing."

"h-hu-ooh, babyy," you whine, eyes barely focusing on his face. your hands are gripping his hair and you realize now you really can't move away. his subtle repositioning has your hips a little off the bed. he's so deep, he's stretching you do good, you don't know why you'd wanna run away from it, you really don't, it's just too good, you feel like your going to explode--

"look at you now, mama," he praises. "fuck, can't run from it anymore? c'mon, doll, i'm gonna teach you t' take it. mmh, not lettin' you run anymore, gonna teach this pussy t' take every thing i give t' it, baby girl, 'm done lettin' you get away from me."

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Bakugou’s head pounded as he struggled to fit his front door key into the lock, roughly smashing it against the cold metal until it clicked. Practically falling into his house as he strumbled to regain his balance, fuckin’ dunce face and his happy hour strawberry daiquiris. He’d always told him that those drinks were the most lethal, the ones that would really get you in trouble.

He hadn’t planned on going out to celebrate his birthday, perfectly content with spending the evening at home cooking his favourite mapu tofu and watching reruns of the American All Might documentary; but instead he’d found himself at a dingy dive bar surrounded with all his friends who insisted on plying him with drinks. Practically groaning at the puppy dog eyes Kirishima had given him when he’d returned with a tray of shots, “You need to let yourself relax and unwind a little, Bakubro! It’s not good keeping yourself so pent up.”

And perhaps his best friend was right.

Collapsing onto his bed as he attempted to struggle out of his jeans, barely able to unbutton them before giving up with his chest heaving. For fucks sake, the room was spinning. It didn’t help that his cock was stood proudly at half mast, bulging beneath the denim and desperate for some sweet relief. He’d spent the entire day bricked up, and the alcohol had only worsened the sensation.

Bakugou unlocked his cellphone to check for the time, wincing when a bright 1:49AM flashed across the screen. But even more glaringly obviously was the influx of notifications that had caught his eye, a multitude of them replying to a post that in his drunken stupor he hadn’t even realised he had sent.

Replies:

Reply from @kweenkatsuki-fics just head, king?

Reply from @kingkatsuki who knew Dynamight was such a slut?

Reply from @saturnsorbits thought you said you weren’t that desperate, huh?

Reply from @bakugotrashpanda video attached, hit me up

Reply from @strafepanzer anyone will do huh?

A Bakugou Birthday Bash Collab!!!!! A mix of smut and crack fics we've whipped up and hope you enjoy! Please be sure to check back for the fics on the mentioned blogs! Fics will be posted around Bakugou's birthday! 420 blaze it 🍃

Reply from @katsukikitten picture attached, location shared

Intro written by @kingkatsuki