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It’s a typical Saturday at my apartment, with whoever wanted to come over doing so.
We always ended up at my place since I was centrally located (and had the biggest couch.)
It started because Mina was my roommate for a while, but even now that she’s moved in with her long term boyfriend, Kirishima, they’d kept me in their friend group.
And now Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari were having a Mario cart contest on my couch while Jirou, Mina, and me gossiped and ignored them.
And Bakugou.
Couldn’t forget Bakugou.
I literally couldn’t, because he’s always on my mind.
And I’m only half sure he’s my friend, though Mina and Kirishima assure me he’s just like that and wouldn’t come over if he didn’t.
I have the biggest crush on him, and it’s fucking embarrassing how often he catches me looking at him.
He’s so damn good looking, even in just a tank top and sweats.
Hell, especially in a tank top and sweats.
It should be illegal to show off those biceps and shoulders in a tank top, and those sweats aren’t hiding his thighs either.
Or his ass, but he was sitting down so I couldn’t see that right now, but I did get a good look when he came in.
The game finishes as I’m trying to telepathically command him to stand up, and he catches me looking at him, again, raising an eyebrow and smirking.
I flush and look away from him, try to get back into whatever the other girls are talking about.
He’d been looking at me a lot more lately, and if it wasn’t Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight aka number five hero aka Bakugou Katsuki, I’d say he was checking me out.
But with him I’m pretty sure it’s just wishful thinking and sexual frustration on my end. He could have literally anyone he wanted, guy or girl or neither.
Suddenly, Mina and Jirou are getting up.
“Sorry, patrol early tomorrow,” Jirou explains, Kaminari following her like the little lovesick puppy he is, which is cute.
“Same,” Kirishima says, him and Mina already getting their shoes on.
“It’s only 7pm??” I ask, but they hug me and head out the door.
That’s Suspicious. That’s Weird.
Bakugou hasn’t said anything, but he plops on the couch next to me, touching me, even though there’s plenty of room.
“Well, you don’t have to stay out of pity,” I say, crossing my legs and trying not to look at him.
“Ain’t got shit better to do,” he says casually, navigating the tv to some obscure anime we’d been watching.
He’d been staying after everyone else the last couple months, and it’s nice. There’s less yelling when we’re alone.
And it’s almost sweet how he pays attention to the little things, like my preferred types off anime, and came with suggestions that fit that.
And I’m trying really hard not to think about how hot he is.
He’s not helping with that, with his legs spread and his arms sprawled across the back of the couch, one of them behind me.
The temptation to lean against him is strong.
If I wasn’t a little scared he might blow me up, I would.
Those tits of his would make a great pillow.
Like, the chances aren’t high that I get blown up, but they’re not zero.
“Ya been weird lately, work stressing ya out that much?” He asks suddenly, and I realize he’s looking right at me.
“No, work’s been fine,” I say, but my voice comes out as a squeak, and I can feel how hot my face is.
Maybe he pays too much attention sometimes.
I cannot handle both the look in his eyes and the neediness between my legs that I can’t do anything about.
And I’m certainly not telling him about my little issue.
Honestly, a big issue at this point.
Especially with his leg pressing against mine, even though there’s plenty of room on the couch.
“You can talk to me, ya know? Might be able to help,” he grumbles, crossing his arms and glaring at me.
Ugh. He looks hurt, and I don’t want to hurt him.
Also it’s unreasonable how good he looks with his arms crossed.
But there’s absolutely no way in hell I’m talking to him about it.
Even if the idea of him “helping” makes my problem worse.
“Look, Bakugou, it’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just really really personal, okay? Not something I would even talk to Mina about,” I say, looking away from him.
If I did, she’d just say I should tell him all about it.
“What, got a crush on some extra, giving ya problems?” He demands.
I can see his jaw clenching out of the corner of my eye.
“No, no crushes on extras,” I say, turning my body away from him.
I cannot handle how hot he looks angry. Or… jealous? But that doesn’t make sense.
“Oi, look at me,” he growls, grabbing my arm and making me face him.
Oh god, that’s hot.
His grip is firm, but not enough to hurt me.
A little groan is forced out of me, and I immediately cover my mouth, mortified.
Bakugou just smirks, and I can see the wheels turning in his head.
I lean against the arm of the couch and pull my knees up to my chest. Then I bury my face in them, so I don’t have to look at him.
“Look, you know I started Zoloft a couple months ago because my anxiety is bad and it’s had some side effects okay?” I mumble from behind my legs, before he can come to the wrong (right) conclusions.
“Ain’t that supposed to make you less jumpy, not more?” He growls, entirely too close to me to be doing that, as he pushes my knees down, pinning me to the arm of the couch with his arms on either side of me.
The manhandling is not helping.
“You have to promise not to mock me or laugh, okay?” I mumble, still trying not to meet his eyes.
“Yeah, whatever, just tell me,” he insists, using the hand closest to the couch to grab my chin and make me look at him.
His other arm is still keeping me here, and I should feel trapped- gods, he’s so much bigger than me- but instead I’m even more turned on and I feel oddly safe.
“I can’t finish, either with a partner or by myself, since like week two of taking it,”
I whisper, barely audible.
But he’s close, barely inches away,and he hears it.
“Ya can’t cum?” He asks, smirking and gazing down into my eyes.
Ugh, that sends a throb through my pussy.
“Don’t say it like that!” I say, screwing my eyes shut.
“I’ll take that as a yeah,” he says, pausing for a second, “want some help?”
“What?” I ask, opening my eyes and blinking a few times in confusion.
He lets my face go, but then he leans in even closer.
“Do you want me to make ya cum?” He whispers in my ear, placing a small kiss under my ear like he couldn’t help himself.
Before I can second guess myself, remind me that this is Dynamight, the hero I’ve had a crush on for ages, which only grew after I actually met him and we became friends (?) and I’m just going to break my heart, I’m speaking.
“Not that I’m doubting your skills,” I say carefully, seeing his eyes narrow, “but a couple of hookups have tried and I’ve tried all my… usual stuff plus some new stuff on my own.”
Stuff being three different vibrators and a new one Mina swore was life changing but just made me mad.
Kinda like he’s mad right now.
He’s probably madder, actually, because there’s sparks coming off of him.
“I’m not some damn hookup extra, I’m Bakugou Fucking Katsuki,” he snarls, pulling me down so I’m flat on the couch, even more pinned by him.
“I just don’t want you to yell at me if-if it doesn’t happen,” I mumble into his shoulder.
“It’ll happen, and you’ll fucking beg me to make it happen,” he promises.
“Wanna bet?” I say, his easy confidence making me want to humble him a bit.
And making me feel a little less embarrassed about the whole thing, which, honestly, is probably what he’s looking for.
He threads his fingers in my hair, forcing my head away from his shoulder to the couch, making me look at him.
The smirk on his face tells me he doesn’t believe my little show of bravado at all.
“Sure,” he says, the smirk not fading at all as he leans into me, “but when I make you cum all over my fingers and my face, you have to text the entire group chat ‘Bakugou Katsuki is a sex god,’ got it?”
I feel like my face is on fire, and he’s clearly enjoying watching me squirm.
“Fine, but if you don’t you’re connecting your credit card to my Amazon account for a week and letting me buy whatever I want, no complaints!” I say, already thinking about all the things on my wishlists.
I’d seen his fancy new car, he could afford it.
“Never gonna happen,” he says, leaning in to kiss me.
I return the kiss, easily opening my mouth for him when he pushes his tongue inside.
He pulls away before I’m ready, sitting up.
I try to sit up with him, to continue the kiss, but he presses a hand to my shoulder, holding me down.
“Stay where I put ya, damn it,” he growls, but there’s no anger behind it.
He slides my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side, following it with my shorts.
His hands trail down my arms, causing goosebumps to form.
“What about you?” I ask, pulling at his shirt.
I can’t take it off and stay where he put me.
“Yeah, you wanna see this?” He says, teasing me a little by pulling up his shirt and pulling the waistband of his sweats down at the same time.
I nod, too excited to be shy.
“What’s the magic word, princess?” He purrs.
“Please?” I ask, and he grins.
He doesn’t tease anymore, pulling his top off and shimmying out of his pants quickly.
Fuck is it a nice view.
Who needs all those muscles? Honestly. He should share, this is the sort of greed they talk about in the bible.
I run my hand over his abs, playing with the edge of his briefs.
His cock is making a very impressive bulge in them, but before I can stroke it, he’s pinning my hands to the couch.
“Last warning, princess, next time you move it’s a punishment,” he says, and the emphasis he puts on punishment has me squirming and that makes him snicker.
I’d call him a bastard but I’m quite confident his parents are married.
He brings his hands to my shoulders, running them lightly over my neck.
His eyes track each movement, watching me for my reactions, revisiting the places that make me gasp and wiggle.
He’s applying the same quick thinking he uses when fighting villains to memorize my body.
Gods that’s sexy.
“You’re going to ruin me for other guys,” slips out of my mouth before I can stop it.
His hands don’t stop, teasingly trailing down the sides of my tits, but instead of touching them he keeps going lower.
“Good,” he says simply, dragging his nails along the edge of my panties, making me buck my hips.
But then he ignores my needy core, touching the outside of my legs, all the way to my ankles, then he starts doing the same on the inside.
Just when he finally makes his way back to my pussy, he runs just one finger up the center.
Just once.
“Bakugou!” I whine, trying to follow his finger with my hips.
He slaps the inside of my thigh, grinning at my moan.
“Katsuki,” he says, glaring into my eyes.
It feels like he’s looking into my soul.
“What?” I ask, squirming to try and get him to touch me again, but he pins me down with his arms on either side of me again.
Damn, what a nice view of his forearms.
“I’m about to give you the best damn head of your life, use my fucking name,” he growls in my ear, reaching behind me to get to my bra.
I arch my back to give him access, and he unclasps it with ease, tossing it to the side.
He leans back slightly, staring at my tits.
Suddenly self conscious- surely he’s seen lots of better ones, even if mine aren’t bad- I cover myself with my arms.
“Don’t,” he demands, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to my sides.
“Ba-Katsuki,” I whine, quickly correcting myself as his eyes narrow.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he says, leaning in to kiss me again.
“You think I’m pretty?” I ask between kisses.
He rolls his eyes at me, and I assume he’s not going to answer, but he surprises me.
“The fuck do you think I’m always looking at ya for? It’s not cuz I don’t like the view,” he says simply, kissing my lips to cut off any reply before he starts trailing them down my neck, focusing on the spots he’d discovered were sensitive earlier.
His knee presses into my clit at the same time as he bites down on a particularly sensitive spot, and I take the invitation and grind up into him.
His hands drop mine, finally grabbing my tits, brushing over my nipples teasingly with his thumbs.
I’m so horny I feel like I could die.
“Please,” I beg, just as his mouth makes its way to my chest.
His tongue swirls around my nipple, matching the movement of his hand as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, before he switches to the other tit, giving it the same treatment.
I’m getting really good friction against his knee, but it’s not enough.
“Stop teasing!” I whine.
He bites my nipple in reply, pinching the other one.
I whimper, trying to grind faster into his knee, but he takes it away.
Then he bites my other nipple.
“You get what I give you, brat,” he growls.
But he rolls off the couch, drops to his knees, and turns my body to face him.
He pulls my panties down, tossing them away, before preemptively grabbing my wrists to make sure I can’t cover.
His shoulders are between my thighs so I can’t hide that way either.
And he’s staring.
He lets my wrists go, giving me a raised eyebrow when I move them, so I leave them where he put them.
For now.
He drags his nails up my thighs, making me buck my hips up.
“Someone’s needy, hm?” He teases, but his fingers circle my clit as he says it.
“Fuck, yes,” I admit, too horny to even pretend.
He leans in, giving my clit teasing kitten licks.
I try to grind my pussy against his face, but he moves back each time. He smirks up at me, raising an eyebrow, before he continues to tease me.
He slides just one finger inside me, with no resistance because I’m so wet.
“Katsukiii, it’s not enough,” I say, squeezing around his finger.
“So whiny, how many times do I have to tell ya to take what I give ya, huh?” He says, stopping his teasing licks but continuing to pump his finger in and out, intentionally not hitting anything sensitive.
“Well you’re not giving me much right now. You’re not even rubbing my gspot, bet you can’t even find it,” I sass, trying to goad him into giving me more.
Instead of shoving more fingers in me, fingering me hard and fast like I need, he curves his finger, rubbing exactly once against my g-spot and then just pressing.
“Who can’t find what, huh, princess? You tried touching this to make yourself cum, but ya can’t, so you need my help. Keep acting up, and I’ll stop,” he purrs.
Then he uses his other hand to place two fingers directly above the external part of my clit, pinching gently but not painfully. I’m confused at first, but then he moves back and forth while doing that, almost as if he’s jacking my clit off like a tiny cock.
And I fall completely apart.
“Katsuki, I’m sorry, please please please,” I beg.
He smirks, pulling his finger out entirely before pushing it in along with another.
“Ya gonna behave? Gonna be my good girl?” He teases, sliding his fingers in and out tortuously slowly.
“Yes, yes, yes I’ll be so good for you,” I promise, ready to agree to anything to finally cum.
He snickers, but he leans in, finally giving my clit a firm lick with his entire tongue while his fingers are still going inside me and pinching my clit.
I’m getting really close, but I’ve been this close before and it hasn’t happened, so I’m not sure.
But then he wraps his mouth around my clit, and he sucks hard, and I’m so close I can taste it.
“Please please please, I’m so close, Katsuki I need it!” I cry.
He hums with me still in his mouth and that’s all it takes to send me straight off the cliff.
“KATSUKI!” I scream, tangling my hands in his hair.
He keeps working me through it, even licking around to taste more after I start to push him away, but eventually he pulls back.
His face is wet, but he cleans off his fingers while making eye contact then he licks his lips.
I collapse against the side of the couch, laying on my side and curling up.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He kisses me, still on his knees, and it’s really sexy how I can taste myself on him.
“So fucking polite now that I blew your fucking mind,” he says smugly, standing up to lay behind me on the couch.
Honestly he has every reason to be smug.
“Instead of great explosion murder god dynamight, maybe you should change your hero name to great sex god dynamight,” I joke, leaning into him.
“Now, about that text…” he whispers in my ear, grinding his cock into my ass.
I want that inside me.
“What if we fuck instead?” I ask bluntly as he starts to nibble my neck again.
“Works for me,” he says, rolling over me again to stand up.
He slides his underwear down, tossing them in the pile with the rest of his clothes.
Nice of him to keep our clothes separated.
“Wanna move to the bedroom? More space,” I ask, staring at his cock.
Like the rest of him, it was sexy as hell.
He doesn’t bother answering, just smirks and scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder.
Which is good because I probably can’t walk.