bakugou appears aggressive but behind doors he's a submissive brat waiting to be tamed

🔞🔞very much rated R🔞🔞 Bakugou Katsuki is the schools bad boy/bully. He makes people move out of his way when he walks dow the halls. He skips classes. He has one target on is mind all the time. Izuku midoriya, and it seems like no one else matters to him. Until he has a run in with a red shitty hair. Non-quirk fan fiction Will be smut Kinky smut

Izuku takes his girlfriend back to the small village he grew up in with the hope of convincing her to move there, but ends up bringing back unwanted memories in his dreams and encountering the one thing he tried so hard to forget.

Eijiro had no idea where he was driving to. Nor cared. Driving around in the middle of no where.. He didn't even know where he was. He hasn't seen another human being in hours. That is, until he stops at a dingey, seemingly abandoned, gas station. Where he meets Katsuki. All within the span of a few hours, they both make each other's miserable lives exciting and interesting. Things heat up,.. How hot could it get? They're just strangers looking for some fun, nothing more. .....Right..? -------------------------- Sorry I suck at descriptions 😂 This used to be a short story, but I've been begged to continue it! So the description above is only the first chapter~ If you love Bakushima, I suggest you read🙃 My shitty description prolly made it sound bOrInG but I promise it's not lol. Just fuckin read it😂😂💖 *cussing *adult type behavior *smut/NSFW/lemon (whatever you wanna call it) and a lot of it! There will be other ships, too: •Bakushima ofc •Kamisero •Mina x Tooru Ect, if they're added, I'll add them here. Enjoy!! 💖💕💖

🔞Includes Mature Themes🔞 Such As- Kinks Smut Alcohol Profanity A/B/O Dynamics Etc. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, read with caution. 🔞Read at your own risk!🔞 ____________________________________ It's Katsuki's birthday, and his little Omega is determined to make it the best night of his life. And what better way than to let the Alpha fuck him all night? ____________________________________ ❗Disclaimer❗ I do not own any of the characters! However, I DO own the story and plot!

Kaminari doesn't believe Bakugou is capable of being nice. Kirishima is set on proving him wrong.

Art and the story plot belongs to NatcoNatco on deviantart. I did get permission from them to use their art and plot. ... Bakugou opened the warehouse door slowly. He smirked. "Well, well, look what we got here. Another rat." Kirishima can do nothing. His whole body seemed to freeze just from looking at the figure in front of him. Bakugou Katsuki, the well-known villain in japan. Bakugou reached for his cheeks. He shuddered. "A beautiful one, though" Bakugou walked around him. Settled himself behind the sweat-drenched Kirishima. "What's your name?" His voice soft yet hoarse, gentle yet intimidating. Kirishima didn't know how to feel. He dropped his gaze to his knees. He didn't answer. He can't answer. "I just want to know" He whispered in his ear. "Ooh! What's this" he pulled something from Kirishima's pocket. His identity card. "Eijirou Kirishima, huh. Hardening quirk. ....That's actually pretty cool. A quirk that's compatible to mine." He put his palm on the soft black hair, stroking it. Kirishima fought the urge to cry. No. He can handle this. He definitely can face a villain who could kill over 100 people effortlessly. He can handle this. "Did you know that im into boys your age?" His palm sweats violently. He definitely heard about that from the television. "You're cute." "And quiet too. Totally my type." Kirishima's confidence suddenly dropped dead. He's done for. "Anyway, usually i'd kill my victims after i 'used' them. But you can be an exception, if you're willing to be one of my subordinates" ... This book includes: - Age differences. - Smut. - Adult content. - Angst. - Fluff. - Language. - Rape. - Abuse. - Tododeku. - Kamisero. - Villainau - This story will have some pretty fucked up shit in it. There will be warnings in the beginning.

Bakugou dragged his eyes over the broad expanse of Kirishima's bare skin. There were so many scars, his body a canvas of his duty. Bakugou hated that he didn't know how each scar had been earned. He knew his own body likely looked the same to Kirishima; familiar, yet entirely new. The way Kirishima gently traced a raised line over Bakugou's side made him think he might have had the same thought. This is the extended version of my piece for the Poprocks Zine. The art accompaniment to my fic is by the incredibly talented Roz. Find their work on twitter @ Mphtaroz