A/n. It's Been A Hot Minute, Y'all. This Is Inspired By A Reel I Saw On Instagram (@dagirlythang), Although

a/n. it's been a hot minute, y'all. this is inspired by a reel i saw on instagram (@dagirlythang), although i believe this is one of those notorious accounts that reposts content from other creators without proper citation :\ still, credit is due where it's (partially) due. anywho, i haven't written in a WHILE, but i hope this still scratches the itch for some of you. enjoy! (0.6k)

“here, kats.”

from where he’s just put the car in park, bakugou looks at you—first, instinctively—then carefully, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sight of what you’re holding.

his normally crimson eyes that are seeming darker under the dim light of his brand new porsche dart up to meet yours. “the fuck is that?”

you frown at his unexpectedly hostile reaction, although it’s quick to morph into a look of realization when it hits you belatedly.

“shit, sorry,” you half-laugh, half-sputter, hurriedly returning it to your bag before reaching into its depths for your phone. you thumb in your password in almost less than a second, gaze trained on the app as you click it, “i forgot you preferred cashless transactions.”

you’re in the middle of typing in bakugou’s phone number—you’re embarrassed to admit you already have it memorized just two weeks into dating him—when your device is unceremoniously yanked out of your grip—so fast that you could barely squeak in surprise. you whip to face the pro-hero—about to reprimand his ear off for ripping it away from your hands like that—when you catch a glimpse of his features and all the words suddenly die in your throat.

uh oh.

“tell me,” he starts, voice low, and you find yourself gulping despite yourself. “did i buy this car so i can quit hero work and be a driver?”

“…no?”

a scowl. “then why are you treating me like i’m you’re fucking uber?”

you blanch. “i’m not! i just figured i give you some gas money.”

“why the fuck would you send me gas money?”

you know better than to answer that, so you shake your head and ignore the way he’s practically glowering at you, before pulling out the wad of cash from earlier, “is this much okay—”

“you ain’t sending me shit,” bakugou essentially spits—cutting you off—just as he reaches over the console and thrusts your hand back into your wallet.

he’s still gripping onto your phone.

you toss him an exasperated expression.

that earns you an eye roll. “don’t.”

you pout. “why won’t you let me help?”

“this isn’t about help, dumbass,” bakugou drawls, mirroring your irritation. “i won’t be caught dead asking my girlfriend for money.”

you try to breeze past the way he just referred to you as his girlfriend, masking your fluster with a scoff. “so it’s a pride thing now?”

the ash-blonde sneers. “more like the bare fucking minimum.”

to that, you snort, although you can’t fight the smile that tugs at your lips. “easy for you to say, rich guy.”

“watch it,” he warns, and you break into a laugh, then laugh harder when his mouth wobbles in a sorry attempt to keep a stern face.

that grants you a playful punch to the shoulder, which you take in stride, still chuckling. soon enough, the air falls into a quiet lull with neither of you making a move to get out and into your apartment’s parking lot. this goes on for a few beats, before bakugou finally breaks the silence.

“p-promise me.”

bewildered, you glance at the pro-hero, who’s looking straight ahead onto the wall beyond the car. “promise you what?”

he swallows, as if nervous. “that you’ll get used to this.”

your eyes widen, suddenly speechless. the urge to ask him what he means by ‘this’ quickly surfaces—something tells you it’s more than just him spending on you—albeit dies down just as swiftly. the last thing you want is to ruin the moment.

instead, you settle with peering at him curiously for another minute, before: “…do i have a choice?”

at that, bakugou turns to you, grinning. “nah.”

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Ruined My Sheets | Hawks x Reader

"H-holy fuck." Hawks groans as you ride him, nice and slow as you please. "Do you thank all the Pro Heroes who save you like this?"

He's splayed out on his back on your clean, white sheets. Blissed out. His visor's still on, but his headphones and the rest of his hero costume are strewn indiscriminately across the room. It's twilight outside, and that sweet peach of a summer sun is slipping beneath the city's blurry horizon line outside your window. Only a few hours ago you had been on your way back from the laundromat when a low tier thug had approached you with a knife and attempted to mug you. Hawks had swept in and saved the day without a second thought. He'd stayed with you to chat as you did your laundry. Then he'd asked you for coffee. Coffee had gone on for three hours and after a lot of winking and flirting on his part, you had point blank asked Hawks to hop in your bed. (After he'd helped you put out your freshly laundered sheets, of course.)

Needless to say, he didn't need any convincing to strip down and pull you on his cock.

You engage your thigh muscles and drag yourself up up up - teasing Hawks so that he'll think you're getting off the ride. His golden eyes are wide as they watch your lithe body move. Before he can beg you to sit back down, you slowly slide yourself back into place. The slick sound your pussy makes as it engulfs his hard cock is downright sinful. You try to commit it to memory.

Hawks lets out a whine, watching as your soft breasts bounce in the low light.

"Maybe you should save me more often." You say as you roll your hips again, reveling in the way his thick hardness stretches you out. "I like giving out rewards to esteemed winged do-gooders."

"Oh, baby." Hawks says, closing his eyes and sitting up so he can wrap his arms around you. His wings puff out behind him, filling the space with crimson. He buries his face in your generous chest, pressing hot open mouthed kisses to the smooth swell of each breast before he looks up at you with earnest eyes. You smirk as you feel his stubble scratch against your soft skin. "If that's the case, I'll save you every day of the week."

You place a hand squarely on his chest and push him back down onto the bed. He lets himself fall back easily, eyes upturned as he watches you pleasure yourself on his cock.

"You sure we don't need me to put on a condom?" He asks uncertainly, staring at the spot where his dick slowly disappears into your bare pussy again. And again. And again. "'Cause if you keep this up, I'm definitely gonna cum soon."

"Nah." You grin down at him as you pick up your pace, sliding up and down that perfect cock of his. You lean backward and grip at his thigh for balance. "Feels better like this. All natural."

"Yeah. Right. Natural." He groans, his eyes rolling back in his head a little. You're fucking him dumb and you know it.

"Hey, Hawks. You good down there?" You laugh. He stays where he is - eyes half lidded - and raises up his arm to give you a solid thumbs up.

"I'm close, sweetheart." He groans from down on the mattress. You pick up the pace - shifting from a slow ride to a furious pounding fuck. His sharp intake of breath in response practically makes you cum on the spot.

You reach down and grab the visor off of his face, flinging it to the side. There's a satisfying clatter as it hits the wall to your left before landing on the floor. Good. Now you can see that pretty face fully. He's got the loveliest cheekbones and a cute sloping nose. His golden eyes are still half lidded, he's barely holding himself together.

His hands twitch and make their way to your hips, holding on for dear life as you bounce and roll on top of him. Your pussy gobbles him up again and again with a wet, wicked squelch.

You place your palms down flat on his chest for leverage, reveling in the strong defined muscle beneath your fingertips.

When Hawks cums, he cums hard.

He holds onto your hips like they're a lifeboat and he's a man drowning. His fingertips are sure to leave tiny bruises in their wake. You bounce up and down, eyes wide as he fills you up with hot spurts of baby batter. His eyes are squeezed shut as he pumps you full. He lets out a low moan as he finishes, feeling your pussy pulse as it pulls every last drop of thick cum out of him.

You groan as you ride out your own orgasm - the grip of his hands and the overwhelming feeling of being so completely filled throwing you over the edge.

What a pair you are: A Pro Hero making his last save of the day, and an unwitting would-be victim (aka a gal just trying to get her sheets washed at the laundromat).

Damn. You think as you both catch your breath and come down from the incredible high. Now I gotta go wash my sheets again.

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