Authors Note: I used a kink generator, as it was suggested to me, so I didn't chose what it says. I know one or two of those aren't kinks but whatever
Who: Bakugou Katsuki
Quirk: Ice
Hero Name: Frost
About the Reader: Third Year
About Them: N/A
Time: Random
Rating: Lemon
Gender: Female
Word Count: 2313
6.9k Deal
Warning(s): Mature Content, Kinky, Extreme No No Words, Confused Kiri
Kink(s): Accidental Stimulation, Bondage, Age Differences, Slave & Master, Orgasm Denial
(Y/N P.O.V)
I made my way down the hallway to the next class. My friends had left early for training. I would train, but my Pro Hero is out on an important trip to France. I don't remember why exactly, but she said it had something to do with the massive heat waves they were experiencing.
I started up the stairs, accidentally running into someone along the way. "Watch it damn nerd!" I looked up at the ash blonde child before me. "Shut it pipsqueak! I could pop you like a balloon if I wanted." I shot back.
A red head behind him made a small squeak before quickly dragging him away. "Serves the little fucker right, he thinks he's all high and mighty, someone outta put him in his place."
I continued my walk towards my class, completely forgetting about our little encounter, well as best as I could, I felt... off.
I set my stuff down at my desk and waited for the teacher to come in. The class was practically empty at this type since everyone wanted to train with their pro. Actually, the class was literally just me and Amajiki, who's pro was also in France.
I moved desk to sit near him. "What do you think we're doing?" I looked at him with a bored look. "I'm assuming quirk training work, but it could be anything knowing our teacher."
Me and Amajiki had known each other for a while since we're both in the 'Big Three.'
I rested my head on the desk, tapping my fingers in rhythm with the clock's ticking. Our teacher slowly made his way inside. "So, just you two?" We nodded, almost in sync.
"Well, I don't feel like teaching, so do whatever, just stay out of trouble with other teachers." I nodded and pulled Amajiki behind me. Our teacher sighed watching us leave the room.
"Where are we going?" I let go of him as he continued to follow voluntarily. "I don't know, I just wanted out of that damn class room." He made our way down the floors before stopping in front of a large door with red paint on it that read '1-A.'
"Wanna see the newest students?" He shrugged, so I took it as an ok. I softly knocked on the door, stepping back and waiting. It took a moment, but the large wooden door eventually swung open.
Mr. Aizawa started at us for a moment. "What brings you to the first year's class?" He switched off between looking at me and Amajiki.
"Everyone else is with their Pro, but ours are out of Japan at the moment. Our teacher didn't want to teach so we kinda just wandered around school."
He stepped back and allowed us inside. "Students these are two of our three 'Big Three' members. Y/N L/N and Tamaki Amajiki, show them the same respect you would me."
I looked around and spotted the two form earlier in the hallway. They clearly remembered me, I could tell from the deadly stare the ash blonde was giving me.
"Aizawa," I turned to face him as he gave me a questioning glance. "Who's top of the class?" A few students grew puzzled looks, but Aizawa knew exactly why I asked.
"That's a good question, they're all pretty powerful and intelligent, but I suppose one or two stick out from the rest." He pointed towards a female with black hair that was tied back. Her black eyes shined brightly as he pointed towards her.
"Momo Yaoyorozu, she got in off of recommendations. Her quirk, creation. She is very intelligent and is willing to do anything to make sure everyone around her is doing ok."
She gave a sort of proud smile. She stood and bowed respectfully. "Thank you Mr. Aizawa." She sat back down and wore her smile happily. He shifted his attention to the ash blonde from before.
"Katsuki Bakugou, he got in entirely off of villain points. His quirk, explosion. He's quite hot headed and could care less for others, but he stays focused and works hard. Not to mention his quirk is extremely powerful. Though he's a bit cocky."
He whispered the last part to me before stepping back and sitting back down at his desk.
I hummed in response. "So, Bakugou, come to my room after school." He looked at me with a look as surprise and confusion. "It's nothing weird, dumbass, I just want to see how strong you really are."
As it neared the end of the day, I began the walk to our dorm. On the way, Bakugou had met up with me.
"So, why do you want me to come over?" He had a cocky smirk plastered to his face. I glared at him, but now that I was this close to him I had to admit, he was quite handsome.
"I just wanted to see how strong you were, as I said before, maybe if you'd focus on more than just yourself you'd catch these things." I spat, picking up my pace a little. He rolled his eyes and caught back up, staying silent the rest of the way to my room.
I opened the door and stepped to the side to let him in. "Make a mess and I'll end you." "Sure princess, now tell me how we're going to test my quirk in this small room?"
I shrugged. I didn't really bring him here to test his quirk, I just wanted to fix what happened this morning.
My face flushed red before I turned back to him. "Ever since this morning I've felt off, and until know I didn't know what it was," He sent me a confused glance. "That came outta no where." He muttered quietly.
"You see, when we ran into each other this morning, I don't know what you did, but she definitely had me thinking about you."
The idea of what I was getting at clicked for him, causing him to smirk boldly. "So what you're trying to say is, I somehow turned you on, yes?" I turned away, cheeks blazing with embarrassment. "I suppose you could say that, yes." He hummed softly.
Before I could say anything else, he was standing directly in front of me. I looked up at him from my spot on the bed. "I suppose I have to help you out then, don't I?"
"Wh-what? Wait!"
Before I could utter another word, he pushed me back and quickly undid his uniform belt. He straddled my waist before trying his belt around my wrists then around the headboard of my bed.
"Not so cocky now are ya? Damn, I thought I was bad." "I am not cocky, now untie me or else when I get out of them I'm going to beat you into next semester!"
He didn't move except to unbutton his uniform shirt ever so slightly. "Come on, you admitted I did something to you, but now you wanna act like you don't want me?"
I began to kick my legs, trying to throw him off balance. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, or else I might have to tie those down as well."
"Oh yeah! What're you gonna use?" He stood up and thought for a moment before clicking his tongue. He took off his uniform tie and tied one foot to one side of the bedpost, he then took my tie and did the same with the opposite foot on the opposite end of the bed.
My arms were now stuck above my head and my legs were suck forced apart and tied down. "I wouldn't be doing this if I knew you didn't want it, but you do, don't you?"
I shook my head vigorously. "Let me go! I don't like you like that you fucking pervert!" He leaned in closer, right next to my ear. "Tell me the truth and I'll give you what you desire."
I felt heat rush to my crotch, causing me to start to rub my thighs together in hopes of creating some friction. The feeling of want, need, and lust began to overpower my embarrassment and pride.
"F-fine.." "Hmm? Sorry I don't know what you mean by that." I gave him a harsh glare. "I-I do want you.." I mumbled, causing him to chuckle lightly. "You want me to..?" I growled shooting daggers at him with my gaze.
"I want you to fuck me!" I whined, finally giving in. "As you wish, my slave." I felt my pride drop dramatically from his one sentence.
He began to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way and then started on my clothing. As he was working at the buttons he seemed to get annoyed at the fact it was so much harder than him doing his own.
As I waited, he ended up ripping my shirt off instead. "B-Bakugou, this is my uniform!" He returned for his spot on top of me, still smirking widely. "You'll have to explain how it ripped then."
He removed my shoes when he tied my ankles down, but he had left my socks. It was going to be annoying to try and get those off from underneath the restraints.
He reached into his pocked and pulled out a pocket knife. He began to cut off the rest of my clothes, not caring about destroying my uniform in the slightest.
Once he finished cutting off the last piece he stood up and examined every feature, only causing him to grow more and more excited.
He trailed his finger down my abdomen and stopped at my aching heat. He teased my entrance my pressing one finger against it. He watched every reaction I made. I whimpered softly, silently begging him for more.
"I want you hear you begging for me."
He placed his hands on opposite sides of my head, sliding upwards to were we were looking eye to eye. His knee slid further up, spreading my legs apart more than they already were.
"P-please Bakug-" He place a hand over my mouth, sending me a glare. "That's not my name to you." I looked at him with a face full of confusion and concern. Then it hit me.
"P-please master, I need you."
He growled lowly before leaning down further, kissing and sucking on the weak spot on my neck, traveling down my collarbone. He slipped two fingers into my heat and began to separate them as if to prepare me for what's next.
"Are you ready baby?" I nod slowly, nervousness bubbling inside of my stomach. "This will hurt a bit, but just bare with me."
He stripped himself of any clothes he had left before lining himself up at my entrance. He looked me in the eyes once more, searching for any hint of a change of mind. I gave him a small nod.
He slowly pushed himself in fully and stopped, allowing me to adjust to his size. I had to say, he definitely gave off big dick energy when I first met him and he didn't disappoint.
He was slightly over average in thickness, but in terms of length he was probably several inches more than average. He was, if I had to take a guess, about nine and a half inches when aroused.
"Are you ready for me to move." His voice was slightly shaky as he was trying to keep himself controlled, but he feeling was clearly getting to him. "Yes master~"
He groaned deeply before he started moving slowly, painfully slow. "God Y/N, you're so tight." He moaned softly, almost inaudibly. On the other hand, I was a moaning mess. He was sending waves of pleaser coursing through my body.
I arched my back and my eyes rolled back as he began to get rougher and faster with his thrusts. The restraints on my arms and legs starting to get annoying since I could touch him and make him feel as good as he was making me feel.
"M-master I'm close." My toes curled and my hands clinched into fists. I was on the brink of an orgasm before everything suddenly stopped. I whimpered in protest as he pulled out and smirked cockily.
"Aww, did you want to cum? My poor play thing." He started getting himself dressed again before untying my arms and legs. "B-but Mast- Bakugou! You're so mean!" I whined flopping back down on my stomach.
"I don't know what you mean, but anyways, I gotta get back to my own dorm room before someone wonders what we're really doing in here." And with that, he left.
I went to sleep, unsatisfied.
When I woke up, I could tell today wasn't going to be a good day. I was grumpy and snapped at everyone who tried to talk with me, not to mention I had no clothes to wear.
I ended up burrowing Nejires extra outfit and going in to get my own. On my way inside I passed Bakugou and the redhead from before.
"Hey Y/N, how ya feeling?" "Shut up you asshole!" I hissed back. The redhead stared at us with a confused look. "Well yesterday we-" "Quiet!"
Authors Notes: I kinda am proud of this, what do you think of it?
Editors Notes: What the fu-