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Bakugou tipped the bottle back, throat working hungrily at the beer before slamming it down on the bar top.
A laugh. “No luck?”
Bakugou glowered. The bartender flashed him a shit-eating grin in contrast.
“Shut up, soy sauce face,” Bakugou growled. “It’s none of your damn business.”
Sero shrugged. Bakugou watched as his forearms flexed to dry a glass, shoulders twisting under a well-fitted uniform.
“Flattered, man.” Bakugou’s eyes snapped back up to Sero, caught. “But I think last time was enough of an indication of what kind of hookup you’re looking for.”
Bakugou scowled. As much as he wanted to rebuke, Sero did have a point. The first time they hooked up was also the last time they would ever do anything like that. Bakugou found Sero too lazy; Sero thought he was too demanding. Their chemistry, while amenable as friends, was best left out of the bedroom.
Instead, Sero had self-assigned himself as Bakugou’s wingman (against Bakugou’s protests). Some sort of promise to “get Bakugou’s world rocked the way he deserved” since he couldn’t.
“How ‘bout him?”
Bakugou followed Sero’s gaze to where it landed on a slender man with dark purple hair dancing on the floor. Bakugou squinted when the strobe lights illuminated the stranger’s face for a split second before grimacing. “He looks just like you.”
“Mm, you’re right. Maybe I should hit him up afterwards.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Quit looking and go do your job.”
Sero laughed. But just as he was about to point out someone else, an “Um.” interrupted them.
Bakugou and Sero both turned. A petite girl with a short bob fidgeted next to Bakugou’s seat.
“Sorry about that, miss,” Sero said, slipping into his customer service voice. “What would you like to order?”
Bakugou leaned away in his chair to give her room. He raised his beer, but just as his drink touched his lips, the girl stuttered out, “Um, can I get your number?”
Bakugou paused, glancing at Sero, but Sero was looking right back at him. With a sigh, Bakugou realized the girl was asking him.
Slowly, he lowered his bottle. The girl averted his eyes when Bakugou's ruby red gaze alighted on her, and he followed her line of vision to where a group of girls were watching them. Her friends, he surmised.
“You a top?”
He heard Sero hiss out “Katsuki”, but he didn’t apologize for his uncouth words and watched as the girl blinked.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, ‘Are you a top?’” Sero groaned again in the background.
“Uh,” the girl’s eyes flickered between her friends and Bakugou, clearly not expecting this to be part of the script.
Bakugou cut her off, impatient. “Scram then. I only fuck tops.”
This time, when he turned back in his seat, he refused to acknowledge her any further. He felt her presence disappear as she quickly left, and he ignored Sero’s deadpan stare by shutting his eyes, taking the last swig of his alcohol.
“You’re an asshole,” Sero said plainly after the admirer was out of earshot. Bakugou shrugged, used to this descriptor.
“I know what I want.”
“Still an asshole.”
“Didn’t say I wasn’t.”
Sero sighed and shook his head, but took Bakugou’s emptied glass and replaced it with another, used to his drinking habits by now.
“Your loss, man. Your loss.”
Bakugou only responded by tipping back his beer once more.
Ever since he’d transitioned, he’d been gaining more and more admirers. Most of them were women, some were men. When he had presented as a woman, his prickly nature and foul mouth had turned most people off, reducing the number in his dating pool despite his good looks. But now, as a man, he noticed that those same traits were less of a character flaw and instead, a feature people were willing to tolerate, especially with his built muscles and pretty face.
He wouldn’t have seen this as a loss except he found most women were unwilling or too nervous to “dick him down” and the ones that did, didn’t like his demanding persona in bed. (Technically, he was pretty demanding in general as well, so he didn’t know what they expected.)
He missed the days when he could at least seduce a lesbian into making him “take it,” but alas, those days were over, and he’d much rather avoid the whole emotional mess that came afterwards; he just wanted a good fuck, not to be sexuality crisis.
Men, he found, were much more willing to top him. But it was hard finding a good bed partner, and even the adequate ones became tired of his personality, the novelty of fucking a brat like him wearing off quickly. He did find the occasional one who checked off all his boxes but then Bakugou found himself in a relationship closer to courtship rather than just fuck buddies and well… Bakugou ended those before they could become anything else.
Which pretty much brought him to the present. Drinking alone at a club, looking for hookups who could barely do the bare minimum of not being disappointing, and bothered by nobodies who wanted him to be something he wasn’t.
“Yo, yo! What’s up! Long time no see, Bakugou!”
Bakugou choked as a sudden slap landed across his back, and he jumped up, angry.
“Hey! What the fu—”
Bakugou’s words died off quickly when his vision was suddenly filled by a bouncing tits and the woman they were attached to. The very familiar and revealing cleavage.
“Camie.”
Camie grinned widely at his recognition. Her ever-blinding blonde hair and hoop earrings swayed as she cocked her hip, planting a hand just above her short shorts as she blew him a kiss with the other.
“Missed me, sweetheart? Long time no see! You looking to partyyy?”
Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. “No.”
Camie laughed, that raucous, obnoxious laugh still as defiant as ever, and loud as day, even with the blaring club music. He grimaced and made to sit back down, but before he could, Camie pushed him and stole his seat.
“Hey—!”
“Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss. You can be a gentleman, right?” Dark eyes slid to his and Bakugou sucked in a breath as his temper flared beneath the surface. This was just typical Camie, he reminded himself. It didn’t matter if he hadn’t seen her in 10 years; she was just as annoying as the day he last saw her.
“Get off,” he said gruffly, but instead of listening, Camie swiped his beer in a quick move and tossed it back. “Camie,” Bakugou gritted out.
Camie set down the bottle, leaning her head against her palm as she propped it up on the bar counter, her revealing blouse sagging even lower. She surveyed Bakugou, and any suspicions he had that she was purposely fucking with him were confirmed when she reached out and poked him in the sternum.
Bakugou batted her away, but Camie just wagged her offending finger in his face after.
“I heard what you were saying,” she cooed, and Bakugou raised his brow. “You want a top,” she said, matter-of-fact.
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you heard right. Now get off my chair.”
“I can top.”
Now Bakugou was really looking at her. Her glitter eyeshadow, roots peeking under the blonde platinum dye, and the sparkly bra flashing at him beneath her lacy shirt.
“You?” Bakugou scoffed.
“Mhmm.”
“Women.”
“Men.”
Bakugou snorted once again and crossed his arms. He shifted and glanced off to the side, where Sero was mixing up another drink. A hand on his elbow had him looking at Camie again.
Camie smiled crookedly at him, and Bakugou was hit with a wave of nostalgia. The same girl, sitting across the library table from him, her heated stare and flash of teeth making the back of his neck prickle. The study group where Bakugou spent his mandatory after-school detentions teaching the numbskulls math so that they could all graduate.
There was no risk with her; he knew that. If he never saw her again, he wouldn’t have lost anything. And someone who knew his history, who wasn’t put off by it, excited if anything by the glimmer in her eyes, whom he wouldn’t have to do the awkward song and dance with.
“Fine.”
Bakugou didn’t miss the way Camie’s eyes lit up, placing his beer down and tossing bills onto the countertop after digging through her bra, like she had planned this.
“C’mon,” she breathed, a finger hooking around his belt, before he was pulled out of the bar.
***
Bakugou stumbled past the entryway, Camie hot on his heels. He groaned when his back met a wall, and Camie latched onto his mouth, practically jumping into his arms. He always knew Camie had the hots for him, but he was only beginning to gain an inkling of how much.
“Fuck.”
Her mouth was sour and bitter with God knows how many drinks she’d inhaled, but there was a hint of artificial sweetness that bled into the kiss from her strawberry lip gloss.
Bakugou pushed her away and made a face, purposeful in the way he kept their bodies close but lips apart.
“Gross.”
Camie laughed, that hyena cackle still memorable, before grabbing his cheeks with both hands and forcing him into a kiss.
As she chewed his face off, Bakugou somehow maneuvered them towards her bedroom, managing to keep them upright the entire time. When Camie caught sight of the bed, however, she instantly pushed him down.
Omph.
Bakugou landed with a glare as she gleefully grinned above him, already clambering over his prone body as she ran her hands everywhere, palming his pecs, to his waist, and then his thighs.
“Mm,” she appreciated, licking her lips. “Cake.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he ordered before pulling her into a deeper kiss.
This time, she let him take the lead. As Bakugou bit at her lips and pushed his mouth against hers, determined to “win the battle”, she moaned and rucked up his shirt, scraping her acrylic nails along his sides. Bakugou shivered, hips bucking, but he was lost to the magnetic draw of her tongue and the way she nipped at him back, the sting riling his blood.
“That’s it,” she cooed when his hips ground against hers. “You wanna take me?”
Bakugou broke away, panting. His mind was going a thousand miles, and he felt as if he had just swallowed taffy—entirely too sweet. Her smeared lipstick, messy clothes, and mussed hair took over his entire vision, and he had the feeling that this was not an uncommon occurrence for her. That whoever he was hadn’t been enough to land in her hall of fame—yet.
“I can take it,” he said haughtily, challenging her words, and that laugh of hers came back again, dying down as she leaned into his space and captured his lips briefly once more, hand suddenly groping his ass shamelessly making him jump.
“Good,” she sighed. “Don’t move.”
The command was meant to provoke him. Yet Bakugou nearly fell for it when he instinctively tried to follow her parting lips. A hand on his chest reminded him to stay, however, and then Bakugou was still as she flickered on the fairy lights hanging over the bed before rifling through a dresser.
Bakugou swallowed, half-sitting in his paused position. For the first time, he took a moment to survey his surroundings. The bed with a dozen plushies tossed into the corner (he had half a mind to sweep them to the floor). The open hamper with clothes strewn half-in and around it. The frankly embarrassing number of posters of half-naked boy bands plastered all over the walls.
His underwear was wet from her touching, and when he shifted in his spot, his thighs felt sticky.
Fuck.
Turned on. By Camie, of all people.
“Stay there,” she warned, still going through her drawer. Bakugou rolled his eyes as she began tossing articles of clothing out onto the already cluttered floor, the search proving futile when she excavated nearly everything in it, only to end up empty-handed.
“Seriously?”
“Shhh.”
Then her ass was swaying in the air as she bent even further down to search in another dresser.
Bakugou groaned. He flopped back onto the mattress, arms spread-eagled. He kicked his feet petulantly, and glared at the ceiling, wondering if he’d been too horny to think this through.
Just as he was about to give up and get out of here, however, Camie popped into his vision from above.
“I got it!” She breathed excitedly before she began unzipping his pants and yanking them off unceremoniously.
“Hey!”
“C’mon, c’mon. Time’s a wastin’!”
“You’re the one who’s wasting time, woman!”
But in a matter of seconds, Bakugou was naked from the waist down, along with Camie, who was just fiddling with the final adjustments of the strap. Bakugou moved to get up, but before he could, Camie stepped in close between his legs. He clamped his knees shut, trapping her in place, and threw himself into a sitting position.
“Uh, what gives, Bakugou?”
“What the hell, woman? You’re not even gonna let me see what you’re packing before you stick it in me?!”
Camie laughed. “Fair enough. Here, give me your hand. Look and feel.”
Bakugou scowled. But he did.
The dildo Camie had picked out was hot pink (duh) and had a comfortable squish that made him appreciate the quality of silicone. It was human-shaped, which was a bit of a surprise to him since he’d expected Camie to be an adventurous lover, but he was also glad that she hadn’t chosen a crazy one.
“Don’t worry,” Camie said, reading his thoughts. She dipped down to suck a mark onto the side of Bakugou’s neck as he fiddled with the slicked toy. He discovered that it wasn’t attached to her via a harness, but instead was inside her. A double-ended dildo. “I have funner ones for next time.”
Bakugou scoffed. “Next time?” He said drily.
She grinned at him. “I like to be optimistic.” Her hand tugged open the drawer of her nightstand, and Bakugou’s jaw dropped against his recommendation at the variety. He hastily closed his mouth, however, and raised his eyebrows, trying to look unfazed. But when he turned back at Camie, she was already smirking at him.
“What.”
“Which one is it?” She asked mischievously. “The orange one? The tentacles? Or the double dick one?”
Core squirming not-unpleasantly, Bakugou knee-kicked her in the ass and Camie yelped as she fell onto him.
“Shut up and just do it. Are you this chatty with every hook-up?”
She winked at him. “Only the ones I like.” But she complied.
Too late, Bakugou realized that during their banter, he had forgotten to tell her to warm up the lube, and his hips jerked when cold fluids made contact with his entrance, then pushed into his hot insides.
“A-ah!”
Bakugou spasmed as Camie bottomed out in one push, head dropping back as she settled deep in his guts. She didn’t move, which only made him shudder, and he clenched tightly around her dick, trying to acclimate to the temperature.
“F—uck, woman! It’s cold!”
Camie laughed. She pulled back, ripping out of his death-squeeze, and slamming back into him just as swiftly, wet squelches audible to Bakugou’s ears. His cheeks flamed at the lewd sounds, but he couldn’t deny that it did feel good, albeit the chill, his slick hole and the coated dildo easing the way.
“Better?”
Bakugou mustered his best retort, but it was swept away in the incoming thrusts as friction rapidly warmed up the lube and added sparks. He couldn’t deny his moans as she chose an angle that had his cunt lighting up the best way possible and the pleasure melting him from within, and threw his head back, trying to release the gasps of air silently; her ego did not need to be inflated.
Instead, he grasped onto the edges of the bed as she drove into him. First, just to give him something to focus on, and then something to clutch to as she began to really fuck him.
“Oh, shit! Fuck!” Bakugou let slip loose.
Expert rolls of Camie's hips suddenly had him flailing for purchase, impaling him with the full length of what she was willing to give, and forcing him to scrabble for purchase as his little cries of pleasure mixed in with the loud slaps of their soaking skin.
He bore down on her, trying to survive the ride, but only succeeded in making it feel even more intense for himself— mind nearly whiting out by how raw his pussy felt when being rammed by the ridges of the silicone. His hips ached when he tried to meet her thrust for thrust, and quivered as the pleasure coursed through him from within, rising faster and faster.
“Camie!” Bakugou cried out when she pushed his thick thighs back and pinned his knees down on either side of him. The stretch in his limbs not only released plasma-like sensations to arc up his body, sensitive, but also strained the shape of his hole around the toy when she climbed up onto the bed as well, steadying herself before beginning to rail into him.
“There we go, sweetpea,” Camie panted, hips working away into Bakugou’s sopping cunt. “That’s good, huh?”
Bakugou scrunched his eyes shut, mouth dropped open. The bursts of ecstasy had him nailed down to the mattress, and the rough squeaking of the bed wasn't helping; the sheer evidence of how she was using her weight to split him open pushing him closer to the edge. He was forced to let out creaky warbles and cries as she drilled him open, and when she gave him an especially forceful thrust, his ass sliding up the bed as she followed, he had to face the reality that Camie was really rocking his world.
What the fuck.
What the actual fuck.
That last statement was accidentally verbalized, and Camie laughed, sweeping locks out of her face as she scooped up a scrunchie from the nightstand and began tying her hair back, hips still working the same pace.
“You sure are loud.”
Of all things to say. Of all people to hear it from.
“Fuuuckk,” Bakugou groaned loudly, only proving her point, and his knees slammed around her waist, ankles hooked around each other as he tried to hold on to the tsunami that was rushing between his legs. His pussy drooled like a faucet, spasming when she found the right place to drive into, and his ass and back was wet from the slick she was unwaveringly fucking out of him.
“That’s it, baby. Flash your tits at me.”
The dirty talk had him flaming, and he tried to bring his desperate chest back down, pecs swaying in the wind, only to fail when his nipple was meanly pinched and his back popped back up again, begging for another touch.
“Ah, mmh!”
Camie’s thrusts were neither powerful nor fast, but they knew where to make him lose his mind, and Bakugou’s vision reeled as she pounded him across the bed, bracing himself against the headboard as each slam of her hips targeted that spot in him that had him screaming.
“Camie!” He shouted when a well-aimed shove found the back of his walls next, and he trembled as the pain-pleasure made his arms crumple and knees jerk open.
Camie dragged his ass back down to her crotch, the surprising strength doing nothing to quell the arousal licking at his core, and elbowed his legs open, spreading him to his limits. His whine cut off into a squeal when she grounded her hips against him, and the expert hold over the cock stirred up his insides roughly.
His crotch and inner thighs were splattered in juices, rubbed next by her pubic hair, and he didn’t have to see to know that the skin there was pink. She didn’t relent, though. Instead, Bakugou was left scrambling for purchase once more when she suddenly found his clit with her fingers and pinched it with mean nails.
“Fuck!” He howled.
“Delicious,” Camie sighed as she popped her fingers into her mouth before taking the spit-covered digits out and running them down Bakugou’s navel, acrylics digging into the divots of his abs.
“Hngh, you—”
But Bakugou didn’t get to finish his sentence. Instead, with an arching scream, he suddenly came, slick flying out of his squirting pussy all while Camie kept thrusting, punching noises out of him.
“Woah,” Camie laughed as Bakugou let loose a spew of expletives and sagged into the bed, muscles exhausted. “That’s all it took?”
Bakugou didn’t have the words to curse her out properly, still a little shell-shocked by his own reaction. He blearily enjoyed the few seconds of afterglow as Camie fucked him through his orgasm before her pistoning dick became too much and he started to squirm away.
“Wait—wait,” he gasped, grasping her forearms where they were holding his legs out of the way.
Camie let go of him, and Bakugou took a deep breath, thinking that would be the end of it, but as soon as she pulled out, Bakugou found himself flipped onto his front.
“Wh—”
Bakugou yelped as his hips were unexpectedly pulled upwards, knees propping them up, before Camie swiftly reentered him.
“Fuck! You—!”
Bakugou’s words devolved into moans as Camie began fucking him again. His arms, splayed out above him, were useless, and all he could do was let out his cries into the sheets as she continued pummelling into his body.
This time, she didn’t attend to him or target any of his sweet spots. Instead, she focused entirely on her own pleasure, setting powerful grinds and long drags that had Bakugou groaning in a different way.
She was so deep… he sweated as a particular thrust had her right against his cervix before shouting as she rolled her hips in a circle on top of it. He clenched tightly on her dick, locking the dildo in place, and she let out her own appreciative sigh as she fucked herself on the toy.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut. The notion that she was just using him to get off didn’t quench the flame of lust in his gut, and his walls tightened even further, becoming indomitable as he held the dildo in place for her.
A soft squelch was heard before the toy suddenly became lighter, and Bakugou realized that Camie had pulled off the dildo, leaving it inside him.
Bakugou turned, but a hand pushed his tired body down.
“Wha—”
“Humour me a little, won’t you?”
Bakugou grumbled, but he had to admit that he had already gotten a very nice orgasm out of the night, and she had yet to. Fine, he could do something for his temporary lover.
That ‘something’ became apparent quickly when he felt Camie’s presence come up behind him, a leg hooking over his thigh before soft, wet, and squishy met against his cunt. Bakugou moaned, head falling onto the bed as he instinctively grinded his pussy back against Camie’s.
The dildo jostled between them, and Camie moaned as it rubbed between her folds until she curved it against her entrance, before patting Bakugou’s bottom to have him thrust it into her.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,” Camie groaned as she took it all until her cunt once again kissed Bakugou’s. “Keep going.”
Okay, great. Now he was somehow bottoming and topping at the same time. He did his best to fuck her in this position, pussy clamped around the dildo the hardest he could lest he slipped up, but it proved to be far more difficult than he anticipated when he accidentally let go of it after a couple of tries and impaled himself deeper on it.
Camie took over for him, improvising. “That’s it,” she cooed. “Keep going.”
Bakugou heaved out a moan as he followed her instructions. His hips pumped against the dildo, letting out a guttural groan each time it slammed into him all the way, and then strangling out a whine when Camie suddenly released her grip on it so that their pussies would bang against each other.
“Camie!”
Without warning, her hands gripped his hips, and he slid down the bed as she yanked him towards her, grinding their folds together. He moaned brokenly as the feeling of her swollen cunt meshing with his puffy equivalent made his blood sing, and jerked when her manicured nails found his clit.
“Get us off, Katsuki. You can do it.”
Drunk off her words, Bakugou whined and squirmed against Camie, rubbing his cock on her hands in the process. The pleasure built once more, and he whimpered when a flood of slick slipped out of him, but didn’t stop as he heard Camie’s breathing became heavier and heavier, her vice-grip on his ass and clit never faltering.
When his orgasm hit, his mind blurred and his limbs instantly became floaty, cunt buzzing and syrupy. He tried to fight it, still focused on his goal to try to get Camie off, and even though his cunt burned at the stretch of the pillar he was split on and the folds that rubbed him raw, it was only when her hands released their grip on him that he too finally collapsed.
Somehow, Camie found the energy to extricate her leg from under him, and he groaned when she flopped onto his back, big breasts pressing into his shoulder blades.
“Mm mn,” he grumbled, and Camie laughed as she wrapped her limbs around him, able to interpret his grunts as “get off”.
“No,” she replied sweetly as she smacked a kiss on his nape and left a pretty imprint of her lipstick. “This is cuddling time.”
Bakugou griped, but even he couldn’t force himself to shake her off when the nice endorphins from earlier returned and his eyelids drooped.
Fine. He could endure this. He could admit that it was nice.
As long as he didn’t have to verbally admit that Camie was a good top, he could humour her.
But by the sound of her giggles, she already knew that.