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"H-help Bakugou!" You'd yelled. You hoped he was able to hear all the way from upstairs. If he could, he'd probably be able to figure out it probably came from the laundry room.
He groaned while setting down the book he was reading, getting up to see what the commotion was this time.
He was already playing whatever bullshit you thought you needed help with in his head, thinking of how he was gonna cuss you out as he was walking down the stairs.
When he pushed the door open it felt as if his eyes bulged out of their sockets. There you were, half way inside a front load dryer, with your ass in the air, and your lower half being covered by a pair of denim shorts, and thigh highs.
He'd rather kill than tell anyone what he was thinking about doing to you in this very instance. Did you not realize exactly what this looked like, and how cliche it was?
"What in the fuck are you doing?" He finally caught your attention.
"Bakugou! Thank god, I think my shirt is stuck on something, and it's literally my favorite one. I don't wanna rip it, so you have to help me!" Your voice sounded so whiny to him. Were you acting with him right now?
To think you had the disgusting step-brother fetish the same as he did. Watching you scamper around the house barely clothed made it unbearable to act like normal siblings, so this must've been one of your many ways of making it up to him.
"Bakugou?" He shook the thoughts from his head, but his devious smirk remained.
"So what, you want me to take the damn dryer apart so you can save one fucking shirt? As if." He eyed your back side meticulously, getting as much of an eyeful as he could. Who knows how long you'd be 'stuck' for anyways.
"The shirts probably ruined already if it's stuck." He emphasized the last word of his sentence. You let out an angry groan at his nonstop pessimistic comments.
"I don't know, you're smart, you're in U.A so I figured you'd know how to help me." You always perfectly accidentally stroked his ego. Maybe that's why Bakugou was ok with your shenanigans after all these years.
"Mitsuki isn't here to help me out anyways." His thoughts flared up at the thought of that. Mom didn't even tell him that she was going anywhere, and definitely not the fact that they were left alone together.
"Why are you even in this position in the first place, y/n?" He wanted to catch you in your web of lies, he wanted you to just tell him how much you wanted him.
"Well I was folding my laundry and there was a sock missing from it, I thought maybe it's hidden in here somewhere, but now I'm stuck." He started to pull out his phone and open the camera, snapping a few pictures. He'll probably keep them to himself. Probably.
"This is embarrassing, so stop it with the stupid fucking questions and help me!" You used that whiny voice again, and wiggled your body.
More specifically, you wiggled your ass.
That was an open invitation, right? You can't get any more obvious than the scene that was playing right before bakugou's eyes.
"Oh fine, of course I'll help you." To you, you could tell that your step-brother's voice sounded rather devious but you couldn't see anything wrong with this.
Bakugou got down onto his knees, ghosting his hands along your shapely ass. You flinched harshly, and started to raise your voice at him.
"What the fuck are you doing? Don't touch me there!" You shout at him, but his smirk grows more prominent.
You were gonna act your way through this? Bakugou didn't mind though, it didn't matter that he was diligently training to be the number one hero, he too had his fantasies about being the bad guy.
"Oh don't worry, I'm just trying to get you unstuck, no harm no foul, see?" You tried to twist your head to see what he was doing, but you could feel his hands glide across the soft skin of your ass and thighs.
"I mean it pervert, cut it the fuck out!" You tried to get one of your arms out of the inside of the dryer, but your hips blocked most of the entrance. This seriously can't be happening right now...
"You want me to skip the foreplay then?" He questions as you can feel his fingers dip into the hem of your shorts. You scream at the mere thought of him taking off your shorts to do god knows what.
"No, I don't want you to do anything! I just wanted you to help me get unstuck, not to fuck me!" You try kicking him, flailing your left leg all about, trying to find anything to kick to make him stop, but you can't seem to find anything.
"Man Y/n, you sure are a believable actor, have you ever thought about becoming one?" He says as he starts to pull down your shorts in a tantalizingly slow manner, dragging them off your hips, down your thighs and dropping them to the floor.
You squealed as he did this. You could just picture the look on his face, which was by far the worst part. He was probably totally into this and very proud of himself, but why would he think you were doing this to sexually arouse him?
You heard him let out a sigh as he could see your white and yellow striped panties. They weren't frilly, but they were made to be worn snuggly, so the material threaded it's way through your supple ass cheeks.
"Bakugou!!" You slammed your hand down from inside the dryer, making a metal thump sound, as well as hurting your hand. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes.
"Save that for later, will ya?" He said back to you cockily. His smirk was fucking audible, and you wanted to punch it off of his face.
How far was he willing to go for the sake of teasing you?
He wasn't so gentle in touching you this time. He took handfuls of your ass and squeezed it. You let out a feeble mewl in response, lamely kicking your leg again to try and hit him in the privates.
He kneed your legs apart skillfully and pressed his hard dick through his pants against your barely clothed ass, and rubbing himself into you in slow up and down motions.
This was no longer the teasing of an older, even if he was just slightly older than you, step-brother. This was a molestation of a dumb, and clueless step-sister.
You try to pull yourself deeper into the dryer to avoid the pelvis to pelvis contact, so what if your shirt actually did rip, you rather that than the nonconsensual touches that you were receiving from the last person you would want it from.
Not even a millisecond of reprieve and he pulls you back into him, rutting against your ass, letting out a mixture of a growl and a groan. It felt like your face was being attacked by flames as your backside was being ravaged.
"I wanna hear you say you want it from me." He said lowly, while gripping your hips, and pulling you into him. You gripped onto the fan like blades inside of dryer anxiously while trying to keep from being pulled back too far.
"In your fucking dreams perv! Wait until Mitsuki hears about this shit. You'll be so fucked-
"You wanna know who's really fucked right now?" He says and roughly ruts into you again. You didn't get a chance to answer before you involuntarily whine after he lays down a slap on your right ass cheek. You had to be careful not to hit your head from the knee jerk reaction.
You tried to catch your breath but it was so hard to in the tight space. You choked on the incoming air when Bakugou ripped down your panties.
You became rigid as he started to prod at your folds, biting down on your lip in shame, holding in the sigh you wanted to release. It felt surprisingly relaxing to be manhandled by him.
He gathered your slick onto his middle finger, slowly moving between circling your clit and tracing the tight ring of your pussy without putting it in.
"Are you sure you don't want it? You're a faucet down here." You hide your face in your hands, letting your weight be held up by the lip of the dryer, as shame and pleasure wash over your body in waves.
You could definitely hear your step-brother undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans with one hand as his other hand is busy rotating and curling his finger inside of you, starting to slowly stretch you open.
"Well?" You were at a loss for words. Only a single finger was inside of you, but you had to hold in the sounds of guttural panting trying to find its way around the cracks in your fingers.
"I can give you what you want, as long as you say you need it." He takes his finger out, now rubbing two fingers along your slit, and entering your needy hole again. You whined, grinding slightly against his fingers, still trying to hold yourself in a higher regard than whatever it was that was currently happening to you in the laundry room.
Bakugou's fingers twist around inside you, and spread apart your walls, stretching your tight hole to his liking, and occasionally graze the spongy part of your inner wall that made you whimper lightly.
"Oh you like that, slut? You want more of this?" His questions became more taunting the closer you were to your orgasm. Your whimpers only make him shove his fingers deeper and more rough inside of you.
You were keening as you gushed around his fingers, bucking your hips into his hand which had already stilled, just wanting to ride out your orgasm. It takes you a moment to catch your breath.
"Bakugou, just fuck me already!" Bakugou's smirk became absolutely villainous as an otherworldly pleasure pours onto him from the heavens. Him breaking you down at the touch of his fingers on your insides maybe could've made him climax alone, but this?
He unceremoniously removes his hand from your cunt and pumps his already hard cock a few times, lathering himself with your juices.
You whine into your hand much to your dismay. Since when were you such a push over and a slut?
Your mind went blank as his cock pushed through your folds, gathering the excess of your arousal onto his cock even more.
"Can you say it a bit nicer? I know you want it, but brats don't get good fuckings, y'know?" You moaned loudly as the tip of his cock slid against your clit. You could already feel the pressure building in your lower abdomen from the teasing alone.
"P-please just..." he stops his movements entirely, putting you on edge even more.
"Fuck me Bakugou..." You said weakly. He dragged his thick cock through your folds one more time as he lined himself up.
"What was that? I can't quite hear you." You could barely force yourself to stay still against the pressure of the tip being so close to your hole.
"PLEASE fuck me! I want your dick in my pussy pleeeeaaa-!" You barely had time to finish most of the sentence before he shoved himself all the way in. You squealed in ecstasy as he spreads you open like Moses did in that one fucking bible story- you couldn't quite think straight.
He gripped your hips with the strength that would probably bruise, and immediately started to pound into you.
"Oh-hoho! Someone's not a virgin! Whose ass do I have to kick for defiling my baby sister?" You moaned loudly as you clamped around him like an anaconda, and gripping the dull plastic blades inside the dryer again for support.
The head of his cock kissed your cervix just enough to feel the pressure in your lower abdomen snap almost immediately. You gasped, weaving in desperate sounding moans in between them.
He slowed all the way down, pumping his dick into you at a crawling pace, raking his short fingernails down your sides. The pain only made you squeeze around him again.
"Next time don't do something so cheesy like this. I almost laughed instead of popping a boner." He basically whispered to you, and started fasten the pace again.
"Yeah! Fuck me harder!" You babble shamelessly, your breath catching on your excited inhales, and desperation clinging onto every moan and broken word you say.
Bakugou happily obliges, roughly fucking into you at the pace of a rabid animal. Squeezing onto you harder. If his grip didn't leave marks before, this time it surely would.
"You like this? Step bro's cock deep inside you?" It didn't matter to him that you probably couldn't fathom sentences, let alone questions, or even words. As long as you kept moaning and crying about how big his dick was, he knew he was fucking you how you wanted it.
"I want you to cum on my cock." You let out a drawn out sound only comprised of the letter M, not fully listening, only holding out since it's what you normally did.
His hand came down like a lightning strike, but barely putting any effort into using his quirk. It stung so good you wailed for mercy.
He pulled against your shirt, which wasn't stuck at all and forcefully reangled your back, making it arch more. This way he could be against you even more.
"I said-" He thrusted deeply inside of you, hitting your g-spot, sending a shiver down your spine and arms. He no longer had to finish the sentence anymore as you unraveled around him, coating him more in your fluids.
When you finished, it didn't take much longer for Bakugou to follow. He thrusted into you, riding out your orgasm, but his thrusts were definitely getting sloppier.
"Can I-
"Yes- FUCK! Please cum inside!" He didn't hesitate. Whatever you wanted in this instance, he also wanted. He groaned loudly, digging one of his hands fingertips into the fat of your ass, as the other circled around you, taking a second to find the clit again and lightly pinch.
He continued to thrust as your moans pitches kept raising, clamping down on his dick like a vice again. He smiled as he shot hot and sticky ropes into you, fucking it deeper inside of you. You groaned at the feeling. You'll never get used to the feeling of being so full, even after all these times.
He pulled out and started to tuck himself away again, and you pulled your other half out of the dryer, feeling very satisfied, slightly humming to yourself.
Normally he just walks away, but you quickly stop him by asking for a hand wordlessly. He pulls you up and the baggy shirt falls below your ass, covering everything.
Out of sight, out of mind.
"You're right by the way. That was pretty cheesy. I'll get more creative next time. Sorry." You paused briefly, inhaling deeply to catch your breath. He huffed in response. He always liked it when you agreed with him.
"Oh and Bakugou?" You stopped him again.
"Yeah?" He answered back lamely. One eyebrow raised as he made eye contact with your happy face.
"Do NOT call me your baby sister ever again. You a pedophile or something? Last time I checked, you're only a month older than me." You crack an even wider smile.
"Oh fuck off!" And with that exchange, he stomped out of the laundry room and started up the stairs.
"If you give me that attitude, I might just start introducing myself to your friends that way." You yelled back, still very amused as he sets off his quirk and yells to the sky out of fury.
"Love you too, step bro!"