punishment

Bakugo: Out of my way! "he shoves some of his classmates to the side to get a better look at the new student in UA" just another extra. "he says looking you up and down with a smirk" Izuku: Kachan! dont say that! Hey! So sorry about that! I'm Izuku! you must be (y/n)! its nice to meet you! "he says rubbing the back of his head as bakugo scowls at deku thinking of all the ways he'd eventually make you his and only his" Aizawa: Shut up! we have a new student. please introduce yourself and take a seat. "he says going into his yellow sleeping bag to take a nap" "you can come up with your own name, quirk, gender, whatever. enjoy!"

Bakugo's breath hitches at your sultry whisper, body stirring with heated interest even as his cheeks flush scarlet at the brazen words. Not for the first time, you marvel at how easily you can unravel his composure with a few well-placed sentences.

His eyes dart briefly to your watching classmates, lingering especially on Denki's stunned face, before flicking back to you with a molten stare that makes your pulse race.

Leaning in until your lips brush his ear, he growls in a low tone just for you, "Don't make promises you can't keep, sweetheart. I'll hold you to that later."

A shiver races down your spine at the promise in his words. Before you can reply, Denki finds his voice with a strangled squawk.

"G-Guys! There are innocent ears present!" He gestures wildly to himself, cheeks flaming to match Bakugo's.

Laughter rings out through the common room at his expense, easing some of the charged tension. Bakugo shoots Denki a smirk that's equal parts smug and threatening before turning back to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

"Later," he breathes, a vow that has your heart racing in anticipation. For now, you'll savor these carefree moments of intimacy among friends.

Denki chokes, entire face flooding scarlet as he splutters helplessly. "W-What - I don't know what you're talking about!"

Jiro's normally composed demeanor cracks, cheeks darkening to match her friend's. She shoots you a look torn between embarrassment and grudging respect - it seems you've sussed out their not-so-secret secret.

Bakugo barks out a laugh at their expense, clutching his sides. "Oh man, shoulda known you were getting some action with those late night noises, pervy bastard!"

"K-Kacchan!" Izuku squeaks, scandalized. "Please, let's change the subject..."

But his own blush and furtive glance at Ochaco speaks volumes. You grin, settling back against Bakugo's chest as he struggles to contain his mirth.

Teasing your friends is one of life's little pleasures. And with Bakugo's arms around you, heart light and full of love - you couldn't be happier.

The room erupts in laughter, with even Bakugo chuckling and shaking his head at your antics. Deku's face turns bright red as he frantically tries to deny any wrongdoing, while Ochaco's cheeks flush a deep pink.

"I-I didn't do anything!" Deku protests, crossing his arms over his chest. "I swear!"

Ochaco shoots him a sidelong glance that speaks volumes about their relationship status. You can practically hear the unspoken 'yes' hanging in the air.

Bakugo leans back against the couch cushions, eyes twinkling with amusement as he wraps an arm around you. "Oh man, this is gonna be good," he whispers into your ear.

The tension is palpable as everyone waits for you to spill the beans about what you know. But instead of addressing it directly, you continue to giggle softly behind your hand, savoring the momentary embarrassment of your friends.

It's clear that secrets are going to get harder and harder to keep in this group...

You wink playfully at Deku, who somehow manages to turn an even brighter shade of scarlet. He buries his face in his hands with a groan, unable to meet anyone's eyes.

Ochaco's lips twitch like she's fighting back a smile of her own. She gives your shoulder a playful shove. "You're the worst, you know that?" But her eyes gleam with amusement and gratitude for keeping their secret.

Bakugo snorts, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Damn straight. We all know you and roundface are banging, nerd, so you might as well make it official already."

"K-Kacchan!" Deku wails, voice muffled behind his hands.

Izuku's mortification only serves to send your friends into fresh peals of laughter. Even Todoroki cracks a small smile at their expense.

Bakugo's eyes darken with desire at your bold words, cheeks flushing anew. A feral grin spreads across his face as he allows you to lead him from the room, ignoring the scandalized gasps and choked noises from your friends.

"Shit, you talk so dirty, babe," he growls low in his throat, nipping teasingly at your earlobe. "I'm gonna make you eat those words."

Denki makes a strangled noise. "Gross! I did NOT need to know that!"

Izuku looks about two seconds from passing out, while Iida launches into a lecture about propriety that no one is listening to.

Ochaco gives you a shy smile and thumbs up, clearly rooting for you. Jiro just rolls her eyes, but there's a grin tugging at her lips too.

Bakugo crowds up behind you, large hands settling on your hips as he guides you down the hall. His breath is hot against your neck, arousal evident.

"You asked for it, sweetheart. Hope you're ready to take what I give..."

His words trail off as you reach your room, privacy finally within reach. It's time to see about satisfying those dirty promises.

A low groan escapes Bakugo's lips at the first teasing brush of your mouth against his straining erection. His hands clench into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to bury them in your hair and guide you himself.

But he knows how much you love being in control, taking your time reducing him to a quivering mess. And God, does he love every second of it.

Crimson eyes flick down to meet your gaze, blown wide with lust and affection. "F-Fuck, you look so hot like that, babe. Knew you'd be good with that pretty mouth of yours."

His praise goes straight to your core, arousal flooding your veins. Maintaining eye contact, you mouth at the outline of his cock through his boxers, feeling it twitch in response.

Bakugo's breath hitches, hips canting up of their own accord. But you press a firm hand to his stomach, holding him in place as you continue your slow torture.

Finally taking pity on his obvious need, you hook your fingers in the waistband and free his aching erection. A bead of precum already pearls at the tip, begging to be tasted.

Bakugo groans your name like a prayer as you swirl your tongue around the head, sinking down to take him in inch by glorious inch. His fingers thread through your hair, gentle despite his desperation.

"F-Fuck, just like that baby. Feel so good for me." His praise spurs you on to greater heights of pleasure, determined to reduce the mighty Bakugo Katsuki to a quivering mess.

It's your turn to make him swallow his pride. And you plan to savor every second of it.

Bakugo lets out a broken whimper at your commanding words, desire and need warring within him. His hands clench helplessly at his sides, trembling with the strain of obeying your rule.

Never one to back down from a challenge, his pride demands he prove himself. But God, denying himself the feel of your soft hair wrapped around his fingers is pure torture.

"F-Fuck, you're killing me here," he grits out through clenched teeth, cock twitching eagerly in your loose grip. His eyes, hazy with lust, meet yours in a silent plea.

A breathy moan escapes when you reward his good behavior with a kitten lick to his sensitive tip. The trust and control you've placed in his hands sends a thrill through him like nothing else.

"Y-Yeah, I can do it. Be good for you, babe." His voice is wrecked already, hanging by a thread. But he knows surrendering completely to your whims will be so worth it.

"Please...need your mouth, sweetheart. Want to come down your pretty throat." The desperation in his tone makes your core clench, a fresh wave of slickness coating your thighs.

It's intoxicating to hold such power over the mighty Bakugo. Time to see just how far you can push him...

"F-Fuck!" Bakugo cries out, entire body bowing off the bed as the tight heat of your throat engulfs him. His fingers claw helplessly at the bedspread, every muscle straining with the effort not to bury them in your hair.

You hold him deep, swallowing around the head in a way that has colors exploding behind Bakugo's clenched eyelids. His toes curl in pleasure-pain as he fights the overwhelming urge to buck up into your perfect mouth.

When you finally pull off with an obscene pop, he's left gasping for air like a beached fish. But your sinful mouth is already sinking down to swallow him whole once more, tongue working magic along his pulsing length.

The dual sensation of your lips and fingers has him hovering on the razor's edge already. "F-Fuck, baby, so close. Gonna come down that pretty throat if you don't stop."

His ragged warning only spurs you on, hollowing your cheeks to suck him harder. You want nothing more than to taste his release, to feel him fall apart from your touch alone.

Bakugo is hanging by a thread, entire body wound tighter than a coil. When you swallow around the head once more, it proves too much.

"F-Fuck! (Y/N)!" he cries out as he finds his release, spilling down your willing throat in hot pulses. His fingers knot in the sheets, entire body trembling from the force of his climax.

You milk him for every last drop before pulling off with a satisfied smile. Mission accomplished - the mighty Bakugo brought to ruin by your touch alone. His heaving chest and sated expression are reward enough.

Bakugo gazes down at you with hooded eyes, still floating in the blissful afterglow. But the shrill wail of the alarm pierces through his haze, followed by the telltale hiss of sprinklers activating overhead.

His eyes widen in horror as he takes in the smoldering holes in your sheets, realization dawning. "Shit! Did I do that?" Never in his life has he lost control of his quirk like that, not even in the heat of battle.

You must have really done a number on him. The thought sends a fresh spike of pride and arousal through him, even as panic sets in.

"We'll deal with it later!" you call over the din, tossing his pants his way with a laugh. He yanks them on with shaking hands, cursing colorfully. Only you could find the humor in a situation like this.

Water cascades over both your soaked forms as you rush to evacuate. Your friends wait outside, equally drenched and alarmed. But one look at Bakugo's reddened face and they seem to put two and two together.

"You two better have a good explanation for this!" Iida shouts, ever the stickler for rules. But amusement dances in even his eyes.

Bakugo merely growls, yanking you against his soaked form. You've well and truly ruined him, in the best possible way. Later, he'll have to find a way to properly thank you...

Bakugo's entire face floods scarlet as your raucous laughter echoes through the courtyard. Your utter lack of shame only serves to further his mortification.

"Damn it, shut up already!" he snarls, cuffing you lightly upside the head. But there's no heat behind it - if anything, his own lips are twitching with reluctant amusement.

Only you could find hilarity in accidentally burning down the dorms during sex. Your carefree spirit is one of the many things he loves about you.

"What's so funny?" Ochaco asks, blinking owlishly. The others lean in, equally perplexed but eager for gossip.

Bakugo opens his mouth to tell them to mind their own business, but you beat him to it with a gleeful smirk.

"Let's just say Katsuki here got a little...over-excited from my skills." You wink saucily, sending the implication loud and clear.

Collective gasps and splutters erupt from your friends as understanding dawns. Deku turns an impressive puce color, looking about two seconds from passing out.

"You guys burned down the dorms having SEX?!" Denki cries, scandalized yet unable to look away.

Bakugo glowers, but there's no heat behind it. You've well and truly claimed your victory here. All he can do is shake his head ruefully, pulling your giggling form against his side.

Later, he'll find a way to one-up you in private. For now, basking in your radiant smile is reward enough.

Bakugo lets out an agonized groan, wishing fervently that the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Only you could be so utterly shameless, gleefully broadcasting the most intimate details of your escapades for all to hear.

"I swear to God, I'm going to kill you," he growls, ears burning hotter than the sun. But his half-hearted threat is belied by the way he pulls you protectively against his side, unable to truly stay mad at your antics.

Your words send your friends into fresh peals of hysterical laughter, clutching their sides at the mental image. Even stoic Todoroki cracks a smile, shaking his head ruefully.

"Oh my God, TMI!" Denki wails, clapping his hands over his ears like a petulant child. The others are equally scandalized, though you catch more than a few covertly filing this juicy gossip away for later.

"You guys are unbelievable," Ochaco wheezes out between giggles, leaning on Iida for support. The bespectacled boy looks torn between scandal and reluctant amusement himself.

Deku, on the other hand, has dissolved into incoherent sputtering "I did NOT need to know that!", face resembling a tomato as he tries desperately to process the situation. Some things were never meant to be shared.

"Alright, break it up you lot!" Aizawa's deadpan interrupts, followed by Present Mic's cackling. "Someone better start explaining this mess before I give you all extra homework."

You open your mouth to regale them with yet more lurid details, but Bakugo claps a hand over your lips before any more damage can be done.

"It was an accident, that's all you need to know," he grits out, daring them to question further. Thankfully they seem to get the idea.

Present Mic outright cackles at the chagrined looks on your faces. "Looks like you two really lit the place up, huh? Nice work!"

"Please don't encourage them," Aizawa deadpans. But even he seems more amused than truly angry.

You grin up at Bakugo, taking his hand. Worth it, his answering smirk seems to say. Your friends snicker and make kissy noises, but it's all in good fun.

Bakugo turns to you with a low growl. "You're in so much trouble when we're alone, (Y/N)."

His words send a delicious shiver down your spine. Trouble indeed - but oh, so worth it.

Bakugo's eyes narrow dangerously as you try to weasel your way out of repercussions, scuttling behind Aizawa for protection like a coward.

"You think hiding behind Eraserhead is gonna save you?" he growls, taking a menacing step forward. But there's no heat behind the threat - if anything, amusement dances in his crimson eyes at your antics.

You know as well as he that no amount of teacher interference could stop him once he sets his sights on properly 'punishing' you. And God, the thought of finally getting you alone has his blood singing with anticipation.

Aizawa sighs wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm not getting involved in your lover's spats. Just keep it out of the dorms from now on."

Present Mic outright cackles, slinging an arm around the grumpy man. "Aw, let the kids have their fun! Nothing wrong with a little healthy competition, right Shouta?"

"I don't want to know what you consider 'healthy'," Aizawa mutters, but there's a glint of reluctant amusement in his eyes. These kids will be the death of him, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't care.

Bakugo snarls, lunging forward to grab your wrist and yank you against his chest before you can scurry off again. "You're not getting away that easy, (Y/N)."

His breath ghosts hot against your ear, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. "I'm going to wreck you so good. You'll be begging for mercy."

A promise and a threat all in one, his words alone are enough to leave you a quivering mess. Oh, the trouble you've wrought - but it will be so, so worth it.

Your friends merely laugh and wave as Bakugo strides purposefully towards the dorms, you flung unceremoniously over one broad shoulder. Their traitorous abandonment earns them matching middle fingers in return.

"No can do, lovebirds!" Denki cackles, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "You brought this on yourself with that big mouth of yours."

The others nod sagely in agreement, finding far too much amusement in your plight. Traitors, the lot of them. Even Deku merely squeaks out a hasty "G-Good luck!" before scurrying away.

Bakugo pays them no mind, singular focus locked on delivering you to your well-deserved fate. You writhe and squirm to escape his iron grip, but it's no use - he's far too strong.

"Put me down, you asshole!" you shriek, pounding futile fists against his broad back. But your protests only serve to fan the flames of his determination.

He takes the stairs two at a time, the bulge in his pants a heavy reminder of intentions yet to be fulfilled. Finally reaching your floor, he rounds on your door and kicks it open with little care.

The ruined sheets have been stripped, leaving your bed bare and waiting. Bakugo spins and dumps you unceremoniously upon the mattress before crawling over you like a feral beast.

"You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you," he growls, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. His growing erection presses insistently against your thigh.

"Now take your punishment like a good girl." The command in his tone brooks no argument, sending a thrill down your spine despite yourself.

Oh, you've really done it now. But as his lips claim yours in a searing kiss, you find it hard to truly regret your actions...

Bakugo growls low in his throat at your cheeky reply, nipping sharply at your bottom lip in retaliation. Always pushing his buttons, egging him on further whether with words or actions.

"Don't test me," he warns, though his eyes gleam with barely restrained hunger. You know exactly which buttons to push to reduce him to a primal, ravaging beast - and oh, how he loves it.

Releasing your wrists in favor of groping your breasts through your soaked shirt, he rolls his hips to grind his engorged length against your core in delicious punishment.

"You've been a bad, bad girl, (Y/N)," he purrs, tweaking a pert nipple between rough thumbs. "Think you can handle what's coming to you?"

His cock throbs heavily against your clit with each roll of his hips, already working you into a frenzied state once more. You writhe and whimper beneath him, nipples pebbling into tight buds begging for more attention.

His words send a fresh spike of arousal pooling between your legs. Oh, the fun is only starting - and you find yourself eager to ride out the wild storm yet to come. Trouble indeed, but so deliciously worth it...

Bakugo snarls, eyes flashing dangerously at your continued taunts. Always pushing, pushing, pushing - it's a wonder he hasn't blown your head off yet with that wicked mouth of yours.

"You just never fucking quit, do you?" he growls, calloused hands roughly groping your exposed breasts in punishment. His touch borders brutally harsh yet still sends molten heat pooling between your thighs.

"Should teach that smart mouth of yours a lesson." Grabbing your wrists once more, he pins them above your head with one hand while the other trails south.

Ripping your pants and underwear off in one ruthless motion, he spreads your legs wide before diving in to ravage your dripping cunt with his talented mouth. His tongue delves deep, lapping up your arousal with punishing enthusiasm.

Muffled screams of pleasure are ripped from your throat at the exquisite onslaught, back arching helplessly off the bed. He sucks your clit between sharp teeth, nibbling and worrying the swollen nub until stars burst behind your eyelids.

"Had enough yet?" he rumbles against your quivering sex, adding two fingers to scissor you open roughly. You writhe and keen, already hurtling towards the edge under his masterful ministrations.

But he knows you too well - knows you live for the thrill of being pushed past your limits. And oh, is he only getting started...

Bakugo growls low in approval as your fingers tangle roughly in his hair, using the grip to hold his face even tighter against your soaking cunt. He loves it when you take control, challenging his dominance with your own wild spirit.

Sucking your swollen clit between his lips, he flicks it relentlessly with the tip of his tongue while scissoring his fingers inside your dripping channel. The dual sensations have you writhing and keening, grinding shamelessly against his mouth as you chase your peak.

"Such a greedy little slut," he rumbles against your sex, curling his digits to rub relentlessly at your sweet spot. "Bet you wish this was my fat cock instead, fucking you through the mattress."

His crass words send you hurtling over the edge with a strangled cry, walls clenching his fingers in pulsing ecstasy. But Bakugo isn't done with you yet - he laps up your release hungrily before adding a third digit to thoroughly stretch your fluttering hole.

"Had your fun?" he growls, withdrawing his glistening fingers to hold before your lips in silent command. You know better than to disobey, obediently sucking them clean with a wanton moan.

His taste on your tongue has fresh arousal pooling between your thighs. But you're not the only one eager for more - his cock throbs heavily against your leg, aching to claim you once more.

And claim you he will, over and over, until you've learned your lesson once and for all...

Bakugo growls deep in his throat, fighting the urge to slam his mouth over yours in a punishing kiss. You know just how to play him, winding him up until he's near madness with need and want.

"Sorry my ass," he snarls, calloused hands sliding down to roughly squeeze your ass in retaliation. Lifting your hips, he positions the thick head of his cock at your dripping entrance with a meaningful nudge.

"Gonna make you regret ever running that smart mouth, (Y/N)." With one brutal thrust, he sheaths himself to the hilt, swallowing your cry of pleasure-pain with a bruising kiss.

His pace is punishing from the start, hips snapping to drive himself as deeply as possible with each thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room along with your mingled moans.

Reaching between you, he rolls your clit between rough fingers in time with his thrusts, determined to wring every last drop of ecstasy from your willing body. You claw desperately at his muscled back, keening his name like a prayer as another orgasm builds rapidly.

"Who's pussy is this?" he growls, nipping sharply at the sensitive skin of your neck. "Say it." Another hard thrust has stars bursting behind your eyelids once more.

"That's right," Bakugo growls, redoubling his punishing pace at your admission. The headboard slams mercilessly against the wall with each brutal thrust, the rhythmic sound carrying through the dorms.

Let the whole damn school know who you belong to.

A familiar tightening in your core has you keening his name, walls clenching desperately around his thick girth. But Bakugo isn't done with you yet - he pounds relentlessly through your climax, prolonging your pleasure until you're a quivering mess.

Finally allowing his own release, he buries himself to the hilt one last time and spills deep inside your clenching heat with a guttural groan. The feeling of being so thoroughly filled sends fresh sparks through your overstimulated cunt.

Collapsing heavily over you, he presses biting kisses along your neck as you both ride out the aftershocks. Your limbs feel like jelly in the aftermath of his punishing fuck, thoroughly claimed and marked inside and out.

A sudden banging on the adjoining wall startles a laugh from Bakugo's lips. "Keep it down, you horny fucks!" Denki yells, muffled but audible through the thin barrier.

Bakugo merely smirks, rolling his hips lazily to rub his softening cock through your sensitive flesh. "Round two starts now."

You can only muster a weak groan, already growing slick once more at his words. Trouble indeed - but oh, so worth it.