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5 Times You Stole Eijiro Kirishima’s Hoodie | Part 1: The Convenience Store

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Eijiro Kirishima x Femme Reader! ���

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Tension, Hero Situations, Eijiro Kirishima is a Pro Hero

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5 Times You Stole Eijiro Kirishima’s Hoodie

Part 1: The Convenience Store

It is a rainy Tuesday night and you are absolutely exhausted from work. On your way home to your apartment, you decide to stop by a local bodega for some junk food. You have been looking forward to binge watching a trashy reality TV show all day long, and some potato chips would be the perfect snack to munch on as you enjoy the juicy TV drama.

The bodega’s glass sliding door opens with a squeak as you hastily fold up your dripping umbrella. You shiver as the cool store AC hits your wet skin, and goose bumps flare across your bare arms. The day had started out deceptively warm, and you hadn’t dressed for the weather. You are deeply regretting the choice to wear the navy sleeveless dress that is now clinging to your body and dripping a puddle onto the dull bodega carpet. Oh well – you will be home in just a few minutes and will be able to step into a hot shower soon enough.

You grab a shopping basket and wander the aisles, eager to satiate your cravings for salty crisps. The store is unusually empty for the hour – the sudden rain must have kept most people inside. The only other people present are the elderly cashier, and a man pursuing the energy drinks in one of the freezers. The other patron is keenly focused on a bottle of purple Gatorade - intently reading the ingredient list on the drink’s packaging. You pay no attention to this other customer as you locate the snack aisle and load up your basket with chip bags boasting a variety of fun flavors (BBQ chips?? Yes please!). The aisles are tall – stacked ceiling high with boxes and bags containing every flavor of chip one could imagine.

SMASH! A loud crash reverberates throughout the tiny store, followed by the sound of small objects scattering across the vinyl floor. A deep voice booms out: “This is a hold up. Give me all the money in that register. And make it quick – I don’t think either of us wants any trouble.” You freeze; blood running cold in your veins as you quickly put the pieces of the situation together.

“I swear old man – I’ve got a special quirk that will make your life all kinds of painful unless you Hand. Over. The. Cash.”

You move slowly along the aisle, looking for a gap in the snack shelves so you can better assess the situation. Through a small space between cereal boxes, the situation comes into view – the man that you had seen shopping for sports drinks is now standing menacingly over the check out counter. He is around six feet tall with sharp features; a simple black domino mask obscured his eyes. Clad entirely in black, he stands with his right arm gripping the linoleum countertop, the other poised grotesquely above the cashier’s balding head. It takes you a moment to put together exactly what you were seeing – the villain’s right arm was a gigantic crab claw! If the situation weren’t so tense, you would have died from laughter. The scene is ridiculous – the man’s arm (claw) is twice the length of a typical human arm and had a bright, shiny red hue. This kind of mutation quirk always gives you a start – the unnatural way the man’s body blends seamlessly with the extra large claw is uncanny.

            The shop cashier looks up at the villain with terror in his eyes. He seems absolutely frozen on the spot as the masked robber clicks his claw menacingly. With a start, you notice that the inside of the claw is wickedly sharp. The villain flashes it dangerously towards the cashier’s neck to drive a sense of urgency.

            You assess your options. Your quirk isn’t particularly powerful, but it definitely has some use here. If you could just get a little bit closer to the situation, you could probably use it to distract the villain long enough to get the cashier out of harm’s way. You stretch out your hand to activate your quirk, but stopped dead when you feel a warm, rough hand clamp around your mouth from behind.

You try to scream, but the sound comes out muffled. Adrenaline floods your veins as you prepared to fight for your life. You hadn’t heard someone sneak up behind you, and you squirm in an effort to get away. An arm reaches out to steady you, and it’s owner whispers: “Sorry to startle you – I’m here to help.” The soft, gravely voice sends a fresh wave of goose bumps down your chilled skin. You turn to see one of the year’s top heroes - the Red Riot - crouched over you in the snack aisle. You’d recognize that trademark red spiky hair anywhere. Your body starts to relax a bit – things are under control and a hero is here!

Over the past few years, Red Riot has been making quite a name for himself in the media as a dependable, chivalrous hero. You’ve often watched his battles and rescues play out on the television – not only was he a skilled hero, but also he was kind and genuine. His interviews were your favorite – he always found such nice things to say about his teammates and the people he rescued. And he wasn’t bad to look at either.

He’s clearly not on duty – his usual simple costume has been traded in for a black t-shirt, jeans and a soft red hoodie. Your heart skips a beat. He’s so totally hot. When he realizes you’re not going to scream and give away his position to the villain, he releases you from his embrace. He smiles reassuringly, and the warmth of his grins reaches his eyes.

“I’m going to get you out of this.” He promises.

For a second there, you completely forgot about the convenience store hold up occurring feet away from where the two of you were crouched. Your senses are clouded by the closeness of Red Riot, who is still holding you steady with his muscular arms. When he realizes his touch is lingering a bit longer than necessary, he quickly pulls away. He shifts to peer over your shoulder through the small cereal box window. The movement brings him ever so slightly closer to you, and you find yourself inhaling the sweet scent of clean laundry. You lean the tiniest bit closer to him.

But back to the situation at hand – you can hear the crab clawed villain barking commands at the cashier. He wants all the money from the register as well as a roll of lotto tickets. He must be either extremely overconfident or incredibly good at crime – because this man is taking his time! Red Riot scowls as he watches the scene unfold. You can see his body tensing as he prepares for a confrontation. With a look of determination, he turns to you and whispers “stay quiet and out of sight. I’m going to go distract the villain and try to de-escalate the situation. If things get physical – run. There’s a dumpling shop across the street – get someone there to call the police.”

His red eyes bore into your own. There’s something so intense and hot about him. You feel a strange connection pulling you closer to this man, closer to the heat of his body.

            “W-wait.” You whisper. “I can help!”

            You point to the man with the crab claw – he still has the Gatorade bottle in the pocket of his pants. To his left you see a palette of energy drinks waiting to be restocked. “With my quirk I can control small amounts of liquid. I can distract him by levitating all those energy drinks at once. I’ll suspend them in the air and bring them all crashing down on top of him, giving you time to get the cashier out of harm’s way.”

            Red Riot smiles appreciatively. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m afraid I can’t ask you to put yourself in danger like that. I’ll handle this on my own. Just keep quiet and get across the street, okay?”

            You make a face. You don’t understand why he won’t let you help. After all, the villain seems untrained and unfocused. His claw hand can’t do much damage to a bunch of small, moving targets.

            “Trust me.” Red Riot reaches for your hand. He places the pads of your fingers on his palm. You can feel him activating his hardening quirk beneath your fingers as his skin slowly becomes rougher. “I was built for this.”

            You nod, unable to argue. His quirk makes his skin feel smooth and strong like the bark of an oak tree. You press your fingers lightly into the center of his hand, but there’s no give. Reflexively, he closes his fingers around your own, causing electricity to shoot through your hand at the intimate touch. Red Riot’s eyes widen, an apology already at his lips. You quickly slip your hand out from his grasp.

“Good luck, Red Riot.” You tap the hardened skin on his forearm. “You’re right – definitely built for this.”

            He grins, seemingly basking in the compliment.

            “That’s right – just leave this to me!” He whispers back. “Stay safe, okay?”

Red Riot army crawls down the aisle. You watch as he slowly steps out from behind the shelves and approaches the counter confidently, grabbing a bag of BBQ chips on the way. The poor cashier is now filling a grocery bag with money from the register as the crab armed villain hulks over him, sneering and clicking his claw. The villain doesn’t even seem to hear Red Riot approaching him from behind.

            In two strides, Red Riot closes the distance and reaches out to tap the villain on his crabby shoulder.

            “Excuse me, sir. I’m going to have to ask you to step away from the counter. Other people want to check out.” As he says this, he pointedly tosses his bag of chips onto the shiny linoleum counter.

            The crab villain whirls around, face full of fury. His eyes widen and his face contorts in fury when he realizes whom he’s talking to. The villain wastes no time – he propels himself away from the counter, whirling his deadly sharp arm towards Red Riot.

Crack!

The arm makes contact with Red Riot’s rock hard skin. The hero smiles smugly, his right arm taking the brunt of the blow.

“Why don’t we take this down a notch, sir? I’m clearly a match for your quirk, and the police are already on their way. There’s no need to fight, we can just talk - ”

            The villain moves surprisingly swiftly, shifting around Red Riot’s outstretched arm and reaching to position his claw around Red Riot’s neck. The hero’s facial expression shifts to surprise – he wasn’t expecting a villain with such a cumbersome quirk to be able to move so languidly. The crab villain slowly starts to press down his claw around the hero’s neck. Red Riot is making a face that clearly says “Oh, shit.”

You turn and desperately reach your hand through the gap in the cereal box display, pointing your fingertips at the villain and willing your Quirk to activate. Almost instantly, the Gatorade bottle resting half full in the villain’s back pocket lifts into the air as all of the liquid rushes towards the top of the container. You focus all of your concentration on the bottle.

Unfortunately, you never had a lot of opportunity to train and refine your quirk as you had pursued an educational track that prioritized tech and computer skills over quirk competence. However, you had a grasp on the fundamentals of how your quirk worked – and you figured if you could just distract the crab villain for a moment, you could give Red Riot a chance to regroup.

The villain pressed his sharp claw further around Red Riot’s neck. You could hear an ominous cracking notice – and you hoped desperately that the sound wasn’t the hero’s thick skin crumbling beneath his assailant’s grasp. You began to feel a sickening mix of adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins and you try to renew your concentration. The liquid inside the bottle begins to boil – the water fizzing and popping in the small confined space. You shakily will the bottle to float up and behind the villain’s head.

Red Riot uses his hardened hands to try to break the villain’s grasp, but the crabby grip holds fast. The villain is intensely focused on trying to crush Red Riot’s windpipe, and so he is completely taken by surprise when the bottle of Gatorade explodes and hits the back of his head with a splash of scalding purple liquid. The villain howls in pain – both hands reflexively flying to cradle the back of his burned head. In his pain and fury, he unwittingly releases Red Riot from his grasp. The red headed hero is quick to take advantage of the situation – dropping to the ground and sweeping a strong leg beneath the villain’s own. The crab-clawed villain comes crashing to the ground with a large “thud.”

Red Riot wastes no time, dropping on top of the villain to pin disproportionate arms to the ground.

“Sir, you’re under arrest for armed robbery and for engaging in combat with a licensed hero. The police will be here shortly to take your statement - but in the meantime please stop resisting.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as Red Riot continues to hold the villain tightly to the ground. Behind the counter’s register, the convenience store clerk still stands frozen, holding a wad of bills in bills in a vice-like grip.

You hear the metallic slide of the store’s automatic doors followed by several pairs of heavy boots off to your right. Within a few seconds, a team of police officers comes into view, their starched blue shirts bright in the florescent lighting.

At the sight of the police, the crab villain finally seems to give up fighting – his body sagging to the ground beneath Red Riot. The hero holds his position, eyeing the villain’s mutant arm warily. Even from a distance, you can tell his hardening quirk is still activated – he isn’t taking any chances.

“Great job, Red Riot! We’ll take it from here.” A tall officer with a glinting badge steps forward and uses a length of metal cord to bind the villain’s large clawed arm. “We’ve been after this guy for weeks!”

Red Riot smiles as he steps back and lets the police team capture his assailant. He turns and meets your eyes through the space in the cereal box wall. He grins at you, his dark eyes wink a quick “thanks” in your direction as he detectives whisk him away for questioning.

“Miss – are you alright?” You let out a small squeak of surprise, turning to find a short female officer with a tight bun of dark hair coming around the corner of the aisle. You look down at yourself – crouching like a wild animal in a soggy, rain-drenched dress.

“I’ve definitely had better days.” You laugh, allowing the policewoman to help you to your feet. You feel the adrenaline slowly start to melt away, leaving you feeling shaky and a bit lightheaded. You can’t think of the last time you used your quirk, so you’re sure the little stunt you pulled to save Red Riot has impacted your stamina.

“Mind if we ask you a few questions about what happened here?” The officer asks, motioning for you to follow her to the front of the store where the crab villain is being checked for weapons.

“No, not at all!” You wrap your arms around yourself and attempt to bring some warmth back into your body.          

The police had a lot of questions. Apparently this villain had been evading them for quite sometime. He had been robbing convenience stores across several cities. He was quick, efficient, and sometimes even deadly – having injured half a dozen clerks and store patrons in his mad pursuit of cash.

“We heard that you used your quirk to get Red Riot out of a spot of trouble.” The policewoman with the bun taps a pen to a pad of paper thoughtfully. Her tone isn’t accusatory; she’s just stating facts. “The unsanctioned use of a quirk in combat is illegal, but since you were put in a potentially life threatening situation and you were in under the supervision of a pro hero, the Good Samaritan law should cover your actions today.”

 You feel the last bit of energy absolutely drain out of you and you reach out to grab a nearby store shelf for support. Illegal? The thought of breaking the law hadn’t even crossed your mind. You had just acted on pure instinct when you saw Red Riot in trouble. You start to shiver more violently as the weight of what you’ve done fully sinks in. The policewoman quickly waves to another officer and you find yourself being guided to a chair.

“Miss - it seems like you’re in shock. Please take some deep breaths and we’ll get you to a hospital shortly to get checked out, alright?” The officer pats your hand kindly and pockets her notepad. She walks out of view to call a medical team with her colleagues and you are momentarily left alone in the corner of the store. You stare at the ground, your head feeling fuzzy and cold. It was so stupid to use your quirk so recklessly like that! You admonish yourself silently. You’re sure that Red Riot could have gotten himself out of that bad situation given time – he was a top hero after all! You were just so worried and eager to help…

A soft material engulfs your shoulders. “You’re freezing! Here – take my sweatshirt.” You turn and see Red Riot standing behind you, his strong hands pressing his large red hoodie around your shoulders. He smooths the plush material around you, and you shiver at the contact.

“I couldn’t possibly take this!” You said weakly despite your body hungrily leaning into the warmth of his touch and the offered piece of clothing.

“It’s too late – it’s already yours. Consider it a thank you for saving me back there.” Red Riot grins, showing off a row of pointed teeth. You gratefully accept the gift – tucking your arms into the floppy sleeves. You’re practically swimming in sweatshirt.

“I really shouldn’t have done that.” You look down, ashamed. “You had the situation under control, and it was irresponsible to use my quirk like that. You even told me not to help earlier.” You shake your head, and then blush when you realize you’re probably showering the chivalrous hero in raindrops.

“Don’t beat yourself up about that at all! While it’s true that a Pro can always break out of a tough spot, someone once told me that ‘meddling where you don’t need to is the essence of a hero.’ You moved without thinking to help me when I needed it. That took guts.” His grin widens. “I’m so lucky that such a strong person was looking out for me from the cereal section.”

You laugh, cheeks blushing at the compliment. He’s just so…handsome, grinning roguishly at you with his deep, dark eyes.

“Your quirk is really strong, too. What was that – liquid manipulation? Have you ever trained your quirk?” You’re taken aback by the sincerity of his interest in your small little quirk.

“Not really – I had the standard quirk class in elementary school where we are evaluated and learn how to control the basics of each of our quirks. Beyond that, I never had much interest in it. I can make small amounts of liquid float, boil and freeze. It’s not particularly powerful, but I can make a mean pot of soup with it.” You smile, appreciating the attention you’re receiving from the hero. “I went to a specialty high school focused on business and marketing, so I pretty much avoided any quirk training or hero-focused track. Exploding that little Gatorade bottle was probably the crux of my power.”

“Well it was incredible! I feel like you’re really underselling yourself – I see so much potential in you and your quirk. With just a little training, I think you could really do some damage.” Red Riot says excitedly, talking animatedly with his hands. You laugh, picturing yourself in some ridiculous hero suit parading around the city splashing boiling water on legions of seafood-themed villains.

“Surprisingly, the hero life is just not for me!” You grin before a wave of shivers wracks through your body. Is this from shock? Or is it the damp cold of your rain soaked dress finally catching your attention.

Red Riot instantly notices your discomfort and shakes his head thoughtfully before saying: “Stay here a minute, I have an idea.” He scampers away and you’re left alone again. You focus on taking a few deep, calming breaths as you zip the hoodie up to your chin. You inhale deeply and realize that the red fabric smells comforting and sweet – a combination of mint and cedar wood. You deeply breathe in the scent of Red Riot, and you feel your panic ebb away. You’re steeped in exhaustion as you slouch against the hard plastic chair.

A moment later, Red Riot re-appears, holding a steaming Styrofoam cup. “I made you some peppermint tea.” He says shyly, holding out the hot cup. “It always makes me feel better after a fight – I thought it might do the same for you.”

You take the cup gratefully and tip it back for a sip. He holds out a hand to stop you. “Careful, it’s hot. Give it a second to cool so you don’t burn your mouth.”

“Thank you so much, Red Riot. I really appreciate all you’ve done today.” You’re too tired to care that you sound like a fan girl.

“Hey, call me Eijiro. After what we’ve been through together, we should be on a first name basis.” To your surprise, his cheeks tint pink as he shares his first name. You smile softly and share your own nickname. He repeats it back to you, seeming to like the way your name rolls on his tongue.

“It’s nice to meet you Eijiro.” You feel the warmth of the tea sinking into your icy hands.

“So what were you buying here at the store anyway? Let me go get you a cart and – oh, hold on!” He absentmindedly leans in close to you, reaching out to pull a stray wet strand of hair away from your face. He tucks it gently behind your ear. “We should really get you a hair dryer or something!” He laughs, “You’re still soaking wet!” Despite just having met, the touch is so intimate and familiar. You lean towards him, wanting him to touch you again with his strong, capable hero fingertips.

“Red Riot – the press is outside waiting to interview you.” A police officer calls over, snapping you both back to reality. “They’re eager to hear about how you apprehended the villain. For the sake of her privacy, let’s leave this young lady’s roll in the capture out of it.”

Eijiro snaps to attention, his hand still hovering close to your face. He turns to give the officer a thumbs up. “Sounds good to me! I’ll be right there.”

He moves to look at you again. His eyes are wide and his expression intrigued. “They’re going to take you to the hospital to make sure everything looks okay. They’ll probably keep you overnight for observation until you’re out of shock. I’m sure they’ll take good care of you, cutie.” He stands to walk out of the store. “Thanks for saving my life – I hope to hear from you soon!”

And with a wave, he strides away towards the press team waiting outside. You look down into your tea, confused and quietly delighted at his hope to hear from you. You have absolutely no idea how you would ever contact him again, but the sentiment and the term of endearment he had used is sweet. Ever the chivalrous hero.

The next few hours are a whirlwind of tests and scans and interviews with police officers and doctors alike. Despite your protests, an ambulance whisks you away to the closest hospital and you are kept under observation just as Red Riot - Eijiro ­- had predicted. The staff is courteous and sweet, praising you for your roll in the incident when the police officers tip them off. You’re given comfortable clothes to borrow and access to a hot shower adjacent to your hospital room.

When you finally sink into the hospital bed, it’s pitch black outside. You flick on the grainy old TV that’s mounted above your bed and flick through the channels until you stop to see a familiar face on the local news.

Red Riot is smiling down at you from the TV set, his eyes warm as he answers the questions of various reporters.

“I was just shopping for some ramen when I noticed the villain. Weird coincidence that I just happened to be at the same store as him!” The hero laughs, rubbing his hand behind his head. “I’m thankful to the store patrons and the clerk who stayed calm as I handled the situation.”

“Red Riot – did you have any difficulty subduing the victim?”

Eijiro pauses to think for a moment before carefully saying “There was a moment that he had the drop on me, but a really cute shopper distracted him for me and allowed me to get the upper hand.”

“You’re so humble, Red Riot. I’m sure you had everything under control.”

Eijiro shakes his head. “I don’t want to encourage recklessness, but I do want to make it clear that you don’t need to be a Pro to be someone’s hero. The woman who helped me today – her bravery and willingness to act even when things were scary is what true heroism looks like. I’m grateful to her, and I hope that I’ll be able to see her again soon.”

The reporters continue to fawn over Red Riot for a few more minutes – peppering him with more questions that he cheekily answers. He avoids revealing any additional details about you despite the reporter’s needling and prodding. Soon the news broadcast ends, and the anchor appears on screen and starts discussing upcoming movie releases.

You sit with your mouth gaping open. Had you really made such a lasting impression on the sturdy hero? You feel your heartbeat increase at the thought, causing the heart monitors strapped to your chest to peep and whir. A nurse appears at your side in an instant, and you bashfully explain to her that you are fine – just a bit overexcited from the day’s events. Once she is assuaged, you return to flipping through channels before settling on reruns of The Bachelor. This wasn’t the soapy TV series you had been looking forward to all day, but it was as close as you are going to get at this point. You let the show run and before long you are dozing in the propped up hospital bed, dreaming of seafood villains and heroes with bright hair and dark, endless eyes.

When you’re finally ready to check out from the hospital the next day, the nurse at the front desk presents you with your belongings. Your wallet, your high heeled work shoes, and an extra large bright red hoodie. “Oh – I forgot about this.” You gratefully accept the sweatshirt and shrug it on. It swings around you like a trench coat, fluffy and warm. You can still smell traces of cedar wood on the collar.

You walk out of the hospital and into a surprisingly sunny day, metallic sliding doors parting for you as you exit. You sink your hands into the hoodie’s overlarge pockets and are surprised to feel a rectangular square object tucked into the deep right pocket. Had Eijiro left a piece of gum in his hoodie? You fish it out with your index and pointer fingers – it’s a small folded up piece of paper ripped from a notepad. Upon closer inspection, you notice that it’s branded with the convenience store’s faded logo. You guess it was ripped from the clerk’s register notepad.

Curious, you unfold the small wad of paper. Written hastily across the note is a messy scrawl of digits and the words: Would love to take you to dinner some time, cutie. Thanks for rescuing me. – Eijiro.

            Oh my God. He gave you his number. A warm blush creeps up your face as your eyes run across the note over and over again. What a crazy 24 hours it has been! You reach into your purse to grab your phone. With shaky hands you add “Eijiro Kirishima” as a contact in your phone, adding a few rock emojis and a bright red crab emoji beside his name. He’d probably find that hilarious.

            You draft up a fresh text to the red headed hero and type: “In need of rescuing tonight – the villain: hunger and boredom. In need of a hero who knows the perfect ramen spot.” You hit send and hold your breath. What if he’s on patrol tonight? You worry. What if he was just being nice and doesn’t actually see you again?

            Your worries are totally baseless, because within seconds you have a reply: “I’m more than up for this mission – meet me in front of the convenience store at 8. Wear the sweatshirt so I’ll recognize you in the crowd?” He ends it with a winking emoji and your heartbeat quickens. You officially have a date set with Eijiro Kirishima – the Red Riot.

Your hero.

Thanks so much for reading!!!

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Thigh riding (Kirishima x reader)

- Thigh riding is his favorite, especially if you're naked on his thigh

- He doesn't need to be clothed, but it's even hotter if he's wearing something form-fitting or just plain tight

- You know what's manly? Being able to make your girl cum on your thigh without even touching her.

- And he's proud to say that he can make you cum with his thick thighs.

- His legs are so strong and sturdy that he could keep you balanced and moving.

- "Fuck, your thighs are so soft, princess..."

- "Keep going, babe. That's it."

- He likes it when you move your hips in little circles or back and forth.

- He'll probably get a little turned on and start moving his hips, too.

- When he sees your juices coating his leg, he'll feel his cock throb.

- It's not enough for him though, he has to fuck you.

- He'll grab your hips and push you off of his leg.

- "That's it, princess, let me see how wet you made my thigh. Such a pretty cunt, and all for me."

- "I wanna feel that pussy cum around my cock now, baby."

- He's going to make sure you cum so many times that you'll forget your name.

- Imagine, you're in the middle of getting his thigh, but suddenly he flips you over, lines himself up, and slams into you.

- He loves the way you squeal at the intrusion, how your back arches.

"Fuck, Kiri..."

"That's it baby, quiet, someone could hear us" He said as he hold your waist and pressing you against his thigh.

"Eijiro please..."

"I'm here baby, just keep going.." He started thrusting his leg and grinding against your core, his mouth latched onto your neck, sucking and biting your skin.

"Faster.. Ahhh"

"Be good and cum for me, princess."

You nodded as you felt the heat pooling in your stomach, the feeling of him biting on your neck is making you go insane.

"Cumming, fuck, I'm cumming."

He didn't stop his movements as you came, you feel overstimulated and he didn't stop.

"One more princess, I know you can do it."

Kinktober

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Bakugo X Reader

*Found Out*

This is an excerpt from a ridiculously long fic I made purely for my own entertainment. If you enjoy it let me know, if you don’t… *shrugs* reblogs are welcome , please do not share on other sites 💕

The title of the entire fic is actually “Quarantine with Benefits” but this is a stand alone snippet so I named it differently.

NSFW - DNI if under 18 - yes bish it has smuuut you’ve been warned.

Warnings: some violence, cringy as hell, unprotected sex (if I miss any let me know I guess)

Category: BakugoXFem!Reader , smut , angst , dumb feelings , KirishimaXFem!Reader mentioned but was never an actual thing , Kirishima is a pervert and a little crazy

When Kirishima got home that day and heard the primal moans coming from his roommates bedroom, he had smirked and even chuckled a little. His best friend Bakugo had been in a terrible mood for months, maybe he would lighten up a little after this. It was hardly an inconvenience to Kirishima in any case—Bakugo never brought girls back home and it was such a rare occurrence he was more curious than irritated at the explosive sounds of passion echoing through the apartment.

He had planned on just putting away the groceries he had brought home and then leaving for a few hours to go to the gym so Bakugo and his... visitor would have plenty of privacy. That plan quickly went to shit.

As he walked down the hall to sneak into his bedroom and grab his gym bag he halted when he heard what seemed like a very familiar female voice ringing out in pure euphoria. His earlier curiosity at who this visitor could possibly be began to overwhelm him. Was it a mutual friend? Or maybe some pro hero he knew?

“Right there- Katsu- mmhmmm!” He couldn’t deny the twitch he felt in his shorts at the luscious sounds - gods, he could hear everything so clearly - and despite himself, he turned from his own doorway to look toward Bakugo’s room.

The door was open ever so slightly, as if whoever had entered had attempted to close it but was too distracted. Kirishima was ashamed at the heat he could feel building in his core, almost disgusted by the increasing arousal he was feeling. He knew- knew - that he should just leave right then, but something in him couldn’t bear the thought.

“That’s right— agh, fuck — tell me what you want (Y/N)—“ Bakugo’s voice was strained, broken. Kirishima’s heart stopped.

Surely he heard wrong.

There was no way.

Bakugo knew how Kirishima felt about you. It would be completely against the bro code to go after you after Kirishima had pined over you for years. He wouldn’t just take you for himself, right? He wouldn’t betray him like this... would he?

His feet moved without him really registering what was happening. Years of hero work had provided him with stealthily quiet steps- even if you weren’t so...distracted you wouldn’t have noticed his presence. Kirishima peered through the crack in the door, at war with himself. His brain was screaming for him to look away, just leave... but his falling heart won and continued to urge him forward almost against his own will. He peered through the crack in the door, holding his breath as best as he could.

For a moment, he couldn’t see just who his friend was hooking up with; all he could see was the muscular expanse of Bakugo’s back, two long, shapely legs wrapped around his waist while he pounded into the woman’s soft, bruising flesh. He watched as Bakugo lowered his head, heard the demented gasps and pants and then the wet sounds of what seemed to be an incredibly passionate kiss.

Feminine arms wrapped up and around his neck, pulling him closer, dainty hands clawing down his back when he complied.

“(Y/N)—“ Bakugo moaned your name again, and Kirishima could practically hear his own heart shattering.

Having been best friends since high school, Kirishima had heard (and unfortunately walked in on) his friend in a few lewd situations before, but he knew immediately this was different. He noticed the way Bakugo caressed your thigh gently as he slowed his pace, melting into your chest and swallowing your moans with his mouth like they were honey.

This wasn’t just a hook up. Not to Bakugo.

Kirishima was becoming overwhelmed with emotion as he flipped around, unable to watch anymore. He slumped into the wall, though this was unbearable he had apparently become a glutton for punishment and couldn’t bring himself to leave.

“Katsuki— please, faster... I’m— mmmph! I’m so c-close!”

“No. Not until you admit it.” Bakugo growled like some sort of feral beast, but Kiri could hear the undertone of need in his voice. He was begging you for something. What? What more could he possibly want from you?

“Katsu— you know I can’t- I - I can’t.”

“Then maybe I should just stop.”

“God, no! Don’t stop- please, please don’t stop!”

“Then say it.” Bakugo paused. “Say it, damn it!” His voice rang out almost violently- the pathetic whimper from you almost sprung Kirishima into action. If Bakugo was hurting you he swore he would—

“Y-you’re the only one for me Katsuki...” The words were yours. Quiet, but definitely yours.

“Louder.” The slapping sound of sweaty flesh increased in pace suddenly.

“You’re the only one!” You yelled out, voice raw with desire.

“Fuck— again.” Bakugo’s thrusts sounded even more desperate now, like he was trying with everything he had not to come undone.

“Fu- I —- hah—- I’m yours, Katsuki Bakugo— I’m all y-your-fuuuuck— God I fucking love you!”

The two of you moaned as you came together and Kirishima remained standing outside of the door , simply empty and stunned. He knew he needed to leave. His legs felt like lead, he felt the sting of tears threatening to leave his eyes.

He was completely destroyed.

A long silence lapsed as Kirishima tried to collect enough air in his lungs- had it always been this hard to breathe?

“Did you mean it?” He heard a muffled Bakugo, speaking to you. His tone was softer and sweeter than Kirishima had ever heard, fragile, like his entire world’s existence depended on your answer to his question.

There was a long pause from you, then what sounded like a kiss.

“Katsu... I... it’s complicated. You know we can’t-“

“I didn’t ask if we can, idiot. I asked if you love me.” Another pause, another sweet kiss.

“Yes.” You replied this time without restraint. “Yes, I love you.”

That was it. The last straw. Kirishima’s body moved before he could even think, heading to the front door and slamming it as hard as he could behind him.

***

“What the fuck was that?” You asked, shooting up from your place underneath Bakugo. He reflexively rolled off of you, also alarmed by the sudden slamming sound.

“It’s probably Kirishima.” His face blanched, his voice thick with what sounded like dread.

“Fuck do you think he-“ You began but couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence.

“I don’t know. Hold on.” Bakugo stood and shuffled on his discarded sweatpants before leaving the room. He was trying to look casual, you could tell, but the tension in his shoulders spoke volumes. You sat there for a moment, covering yourself in his sheets protectively, waiting for him obediently. Finally he returned.

“He’s gone now. But he was definitely here.”

“Do you think-“

“He heard us? Fuck yeah I do. You weren’t exactly quiet, princess.” Bakugo spoke with a mild smirk, but his tone made his concern evident.

“Shit.” You collapsed onto the bed for a moment, silence filling the room at your declaration.

How had you gone from insanely happy to pure panic in a manner of moments? The maelstrom of emotion began to overtake you. You needed to leave.

Rolling out of the bed clumsily you searched for your jeans- pulling them on quickly before beginning your search for your other clothes.

“What are you doing?” Bakugo asked, gruffly. You didn’t answer, your heart racing as guilt began to flood through you. Finding your shirt you yanked it on. “Yo. Brat. I asked you a question.”

You still didn’t want to answer, at any possible moment the dam could burst and you didn’t want to cry in front of Bakugo. Not now, not ever. As you began storming towards the door he grabbed your arm.

“(Y/N). Talk to me.” His voice was strained.

“I can’t right now Bakugo.” You shoved his arm off. “This is all... it’s just too much. I can’t do this.” Without looking at him you stormed out as quickly as you could.

For months now you had denied your feelings for Bakugo because you knew it was wrong on so many levels. He was best friends with Kirishima. Your Kirishima. You cursed yourself for being such a fickle woman. Not long ago you thought you wanted Kiri. Then you go and fuck his best friend. Worse than that; you had fallen in love with Bakugo even though your feelings for Kirishima remained unresolved.

You felt weak. Cruel. Dirty.

You hated yourself.

***

What the hell?

Bakugo was dumbstruck. Finally, you had admitted what he had known for a while— you had finally told him you loved him too. He was the happiest man in the world for exactly ten seconds.

And then fucking Kirishima happened.

Did you still have feelings for that asshole? Was that the problem? And what about Kirishima? How much did he know now?

Bakugo tried to take his mind off of it, going through a few beers while he zoned out to whatever was on the TV. He couldn’t pay attention, his mind was racing. Should he have chased after you? No, whatever you were going through right now would probably be better figured out without him. But what if he lost you and his best friend in the same day? He didn’t think he would ever be able to recover.

He cursed himself for being so goddamn weak. He knew the first time he had ever touched you it wouldn’t end well. Fuck, he knew the first day he saw you that you would destroy him.

Before you, he would have resolved this emptiness he was feeling by punching something, by going out and beating some poor asshole half to death. Old Bakugo would be flipping his shit now, but he reminded himself old Bakugo wouldn’t deserve you.

He needed to keep it the fuck together. Or he would definitely lose you.

He frowned into his beer, pretending to watch whatever was on. By the time Kirishima got back, he wouldn’t have been able to tell anything was wrong. Bakugo was completely casual, strung over the couch lazily and barely looking up when the front door opened.

“Hey bro!” Kirishima sounded as chipper as ever.

“Sup.” Bakugo returned the greeting. “You’re home late.”

“Gym.”

“Ah.”

“So—“ Bakugo looked over his shoulder, watching Kiri reach into the fridge and grab his own beer before walking back to the couch. “Had some company today, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows dramatically. Bakugo raised a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on— I came home for a bit earlier.” Kirishima smirked into his beer, but there was a glint in his eye that was making Bakugo uneasy.

“So?”

“Sheesh. I thought you might be in a better mood after what I heard.” He laughed, almost menacingly. “Guess she wasn’t that good, huh?” Bakugo clenched his jaw, feeling the anger bubbling inside but he tried to ignore it. He thought he could sense something in his friends tone, but if he was wrong... well he owed it to you to try not to start a fight over nothing.

“Oof, that bad, huh?” Kirishima snickered again.

“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugo stood up and walked away, chugging the remainder of his beer before aggressively throwing the emptied bottle into the recycling bin. He was just going to head back to his room but Kirishima had already blocked his path by the time he turned around.

“Oh, did I strike a nerve? So what, is she like, your girlfriend or something?”

“None of your fucking business.” Bakugo scoffed, trying again to walk around Kirishima. The stubborn redhead wouldn’t quit, moving to block him off again.

“Now that definitely hit a nerve. Come on, Bakubro, let’s have a chat.” Okay. Bakugo definitely wasn’t imagining it. Kirishima was acting strange. “Answer the question. She your girlfriend?” Bakugo simply scowled, searching his friend’s eyes for clues on what the fuck he was thinking. “I’m guessing not based off of that reaction... so what, huh? She’s just some easy fuck?”

That was it. Bakugo lunged towards Kirishima, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him into a wall.

“Don’t ever fucking talk about her like that or I will fucking end you.” He growled through his teeth, his free palm already crackling in suspense.

“I know.” Kirishima spat. “I know it was (Y/N). You fucking asshole!” Kirishima had used his quirk to harden his arm, landing an immediate uppercut to Bakugo which he hadn’t anticipated. Bakugo stumbled back, adjusting quickly into his fighting stance.

“Don’t make me kick your ass, shitty hair.”

“I can’t fucking believe you!” Kirishima ignored him, swinging again and trying to land another hit onto Bakugo’s face. Bakugo quickly dodged and Kirishima’s fist collided into the kitchen island instead, blowing a chunk of marble off, broken pieces littering the floor. “You fucking know how I feel about her! You asshole!” He tried to swing again with his opposite arm but Bakugo dodged again.

Kirishima was in a blind rage, desperate to land just one more blow. Despite beginning this fight, Bakugo focused on defense, reminding himself that you wouldn’t be happy to know he fucked up your precious ‘Kiri’.

“How could you do this to me, man?” Kirishima was panting heavily, hunched over, fists clenched like he still wanted to fight but his anger had turned into something softer. Something sadder.

“I-“ Bakugo struggled to speak. He had deliberately stepped aside the very first night he saw you and Kirishima meet. It was to this day his biggest regret. He wanted to explain everything— he wanted to convince Kirishima that he had made the only reasonable choice, that the first day he had seen you, a piece of him had been stitched into that moment— he had never been quite as whole as when he was with you. He wanted to explain that you were everything he didn’t know he needed but now he couldn’t live without, no matter the cost. Kirishima would understand if he could just feel what Bakugo felt. This wasn’t some crush, you were his weakness. His soul.

Of course, despite the recent influence you’d had on him, at the end of the day he was still Bakugo so he couldn’t actually bring himself to say any of that.

“Just… shut the fuck up, man.” Was all he could manage to say.

Even still, there must have been something in his voice or face that caused Kirishima to freeze. They stood for a moment, simply staring at each other. Neither could bring themselves to speak for a while.

“Fuck, dude. You have to be kidding me.” Kirishima uttered and stepped back for a minute, betrayal and shock written on his face. “Does she know?”

Bakugo’s heart sunk.

“You know what? I don’t have to fucking explain myself to you.” Bakugo’s sadness had turned back into his cool cover of resentment. “Fuck you. I’m leaving.” He stormed out, leaving Kirishima standing amongst a pile of rubble.

What a mess you all had created.

***

Your apartment buzzer went off, you moved to the door and checked the camera to see Bakugo standing there, hands shoved into his pockets.

“Go away Bakugo. I don’t want to see you.”

“Let me the fuck up, (Y/N). He knows.”

Your heart sank and with moderate hesitation you buzzed him up. You paced in front of your door, ripping it open as soon as you heard his footsteps in the hallway.

His eyes widened in surprise. He had lifted his hand to knock, apparently not expecting you to be so eager to talk. You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into your apartment before checking the hall in front of your door in a very paranoid fashion.

“Jesus, 007, calm the fuck down.” Bakugo snickered, despite himself.

“Shut up. Sit down. Tell me everything.”

“You’re pretty sexy when you’re being bossy, have I ever told you that?” He was leaning on the back of your couch, arms crossed as he admired you with an amused expression. You simply glared.

He exhaled sharply, walking around the couch before sinking into it.

“He was there. He knew it was you. He confronted me about it. Was pissed.”

“Oh god I hoped this wouldn’t happen.” You groaned.

“Embarrassed that someone knows you’re fucking me?”

“Yes, Bakugo. Because everything is always about you.” You rolled your eyes as you paced back and forth, chewing on your fingernail.

“What does it even fucking matter anyway, huh?” He said after a few moments of your anxious silence. At this you brought your head up to face him. “If he came here, right now. Said he wanted to be with you, what would you do? Huh? What the fuck would you do? Hours ago you’re creaming all over my cock saying you love me. You came to me, (Y/N). Not him. Me. You begged me to let you in, to make it all better. And I did. Because when it comes to you I do really stupid shit because I -“ It all came out in a tumble of words, the closest thing to confessing his tormented feelings he had ever gotten and would likely ever get but he couldn’t quite continue the last sentence. Your eyes widened, your throat dry and head spinning at the barrage of questions and lewd language.

“You still waiting for him to come around?” He kept going when you made no move to say anything and he could collect himself. “If he showed up right here, right fucking now, would I not be good enough? Is that fucking it?”

“Katsuki- no- I-“

“Well then I need to fucking know what the fuck I mean to you. It’s time, (Y/N).” He stood up, now. “I-“ another deep breath as he walked over to you. “Despite the fact that you’re a complete fucking idiot I love you more than I ever thought I could love another person. I want you. In every way. If that’s not for you, or you want him, this ends here. Now. I’m not-“ he swallowed, now unable to look at you at all. “I’m not coming after you anymore. You decide. I’m done.”

He walked to the door, closing it softly behind him while you were left to stand staring at the empty space he had occupied, tears beginning to spill down your cheeks in the silence.

[lilspidermonkey]

Bakugou x reader Touch Chaperter VII

And what a lot of you have been waiting for, the final chapter of Touch!

Sorry it took a little bit to get out, had some things going on so I’ve been on hold for a while.

This Chapter does once again have a lemon scene, don’t say I didn’t warn you!

If there are any spelling/grammer errors, just remember, words are hard

Waking up in our own bed by your own was a little strange.

You stretch your arms out as the morning light filled your room past your blinds, the cold air making you shiver and curl in back under the blankets.

Curling in on yourself, you hugged your pillow to your chest.

As much as you liked being able to have your own space, you couldn’t help but miss the other warm body you got so customed to being with.

After the news got broken that Bakugou had finally recovered from the quirk accident, Aizawa issued that the two of you go back to the things were again.

Your desks were no longer pushed up against each other, and as no surprise, the ban was back on the two of you sharing a bed together.

Which was fine, you know why the rules were there, but it sucked.

You got so used to having Bakugou be there with you through every moment of every day.

But it also gave you a chance to have some time to yourself, which you did not mind.

You loved having Bakugou around, and you miss him, but this was also missed.

A loud ringing on your phone made you come back to reality about that you still had to deal with school.

Groaning, you peeled yourself out of bed, and got yourself ready for the day.

Yawning as you carried your bag over your shoulder and left your room, you had an arm wrapped around your shoulders, “Well, morning sleeping beauty!” Mina cheered.

You smiled, “Morning ray of sunshine.” You said back.

She grinned as the two of you walked to meet up with the others to get to school, “Soooo?” she asked.

You raised your eyebrow at her, “What?” you asked back.

She rolled her eyes, “Common, you’ve been spending all your time with Bakugou, how is it finally getting your own time to yourself again?” she nudged.

Jirou smiled with the other girls as you guys all started walking to the school together, “Yeah, considering you’ve had no time to yourself lately, must be nice.” She said.

Hagakure clung to Uraraka’s arm, “Oh! I’m sure that she misses him! They were so cute being together all the time! Right (Y/n)?” she asked.

You rolled your eyes, “I mean, yeah it’s nice having my own space, it’s good to have time to myself. But yes, I guess I still miss my time with him, but it’s not like I’m not going to have time to be with him. We do go to school and are currently living in the same place like you guys.” You explained.

Mina clung to your arm, “Aww! We sure missed having time with you (Y/n)! We should have a girls night together!” she exclaimed.

Hagakure clapped her hands together, “That would be so fun!!” she cheered.

Jirou smiled, “Sure, just try and stop the boys from joining us, Kaminari and Kirishima are always wanting to join us for gossiping and styling our hair.” She said.

Tsuyu nodded, “Speaking of hair, Bakugou is surprisingly good at styling our hair.” She said.

You nodded in agreement, “Yeah, the amount of times you’ve asked him to do your hair Tsu and even though he grumbles and complains, he still does it and does it just perfectly.” You said with a laugh.

As the group of you were chatting and laughing, you all heard a cheer, “Yo!”

Turning your head you smiled, “Hey guys.” You said.

Kirishima grinned at you and the girls, Bakugou next to him.

The two of them started walking with the group of you, “Hows it going?” Kirishima asked.

As the girls were chatting with him, you stayed by Bakugou who looked as grumpy as always.

You smiled, “You good?” you asked.

The boy huffed, “Fine.” He grumbled.

You nudged him with your arm, “Common, don’t tell me that your still mad that Mr Aizawa set the rules back?” you chuckled.

Bakugou grumbled again, “I don’t get why he couldn’t just keep it as it was, things were fine before. Shouldn’t of told him a damn thing.” He growled.

You rolled your eyes, “He would’ve found out eventually, and you gotta admit that it wouldn’t be fair if the rules were changed just for us anyways.” You said.

His only response was to just huff.

You smiled and linked your arm with his, “It’s not so bad, we can still hang out, don’t be a big baby.” You said.

Bakugou huffed, slowly pulling his hand out of his pocket to grab your hand, “How’d you sleep?” he asked in a low voice.

You leaned your head on his arm, “It was okay, cold, you gonna ask that every day?” you asked.

He growled, “Is it a crime to ask how you slept brat?” he growled.

You laughed, “How’d you sleep?” you asked back.

He shrugged, “Fine, sucked, as always.” He said.

Laughing next to him, you both separated as you both reached into the classroom.

During class you would be writing down notes and look up every now and then at your teacher who was doing the lecture, but this time something caught your eye.

Looking towards Bakugou, you saw a small pout on his lips as he stared at the corner of his desk.

You watched as he slowly moved his hand to play at the edge of the desk, fiddling with the corner.

Lifting your eyebrow in a little confusion, you kept watching as he kept fiddling with his desk, and then caught his eye as he tried to subtly look in your direction.

Though when he noticed your already staring eyes, he scowled with a pink blush dusting his cheeks, and shot back around, grumbling to himself.

You chuckled to yourself, noticing that the fiddling he was doing was because your hand used to be there for him to fiddle with when he was under the quirk accident.

He was taking this like such a big baby, you were enjoying this a lot more than you thought you would.

At Lunch you sat with the girls chatting away, while you glanced over a few times to see and overhear a little bit of the boys making fun of Bakugou and him biting back at them a bit.

 When school was out, you quickly dragged Bakugou away from the others, laughing as you both ran together, a massive grin on Bakugou’s face.

Jirou watched the two of you running off from the classroom window, “You think they’re ever going to tell us themselves that they’re in a relationship or are we going to have to tell them we already know?” she asked with a smile.

Momo chuckled, “They sure are sweet together, that’s for sure.” She commented.

Mina brought over Kirishima, “They seem so much happier together. Especially Bakugou, poor guy acts like an abandoned puppy when (Y/n) isn’t around.” She laughed.

Kirishima laughed beside her, “Give him a break, he’s finally got someone who he has strong feelings about, don’t think he’s ever had that before. I’m happy for him.” He said.

The others smiled and nodded in agreement.

 You giggled as you dragged Bakugou into the girls’ dorm, and opened your bedroom door, pulling him in after you.

The boy slammed the door behind himself, a big grin on his face, “Looks like you wanted me all day.” He said.

You lifted your eyebrow at him as he stood in front of you, “Try telling that to people after they see that sappy face you pulled during class today, or the sulking face you do the first time you leave anywhere without me.” You teased.

Bakugou grumbled as he grabbed your waist and jolted you towards him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as the two of you kissed, desperation from the both of you.

Tongues mixed together, hands going under shirts and fingers tangling in hair as the two of you made out messily.

Bakugou shook off his blazer, and pulled yours quickly grabbing you again and locking his lips with yours

You moaned against him as he grabbed your ass, lifting you up and letting you wrap your legs around him.

He pressed you into the bed, you pulled your hands from messing his hair to unbuttoning his skirt, throwing it to the side as he did the same to you.

He bit and sucked at your exposed shoulders and collarbones, leaving marks and kisses on your skin as you ran your fingers up and down his back and arms, breathing heavily and moaning at the pleasures.

Bakugou slipped his fingers to your back, playing with your bra straps as you also started kissing and sucking on the exposed skin on his shoulders and neck.

When you bit down on the exposed skin where is neck and shoulder met, he hissed and trembled, all while unclipping your bra.

He aggressively took your bra off you and through it off to the side.

Grabbing your now exposed boobs, licking, and nibbling on your nipples.

Your head pulled back in pleasure, your body trembling.

But feeling that you were being teased too much, you pouted.

Lifting your leg, you rubbed against Bakugou’s growing tend in his pants, the boy hissing and instantly pulling back to glare at you with glossed over eyes.

You smiled at him, “Don’t tease me, we don’t have all the time in the world.” You breathed.

The boy huffed, leaning down to kiss you, his fingers gliding down the sides of your rib cage, making you tremble and your breath hitch.

He grinned down at you, “Let me enjoy having you, I haven’t in a while.” He groaned.

You sighed as you pulled him in closer to you, feeling his warmth and breathing in his smell.

But your patience was still not playing along.

You rubbed your thighs together, trying to be discreet, but from Bakugou’s grin in the kiss, not discreet enough.

He slid his hand slowly down your stomach, over your skirt you were still wearing and then underneath said skirt.

His fingers slid between your thighs that were pressed together, sliding over your panties that were already clearly wet.

Bakugou continued to keep your mouth occupied as he kept giving you wet kisses, but that didn’t stop the moans that slipped as his hand kept playing around under skirt.

He pushed his hand under your panties, so he could be direct with your wet mess.

His fingers slid inside you with complete ease, angling his hand so that he could easily finger you, while the base of his balm rubbed and stimulated your clit.

You moaned out, breathing heavily as Bakugou kept a steady rhythm, his fingers making squelching noises as they pumped inside you.

Bakugou quickened his pace, making you through your head back, arching your back as you tried to muffle your moans.

The boy grinned down at you, satisfied with the reactions he was pulling from you with just his fingers alone.

You glared up at me, grabbing the back of his neck you pulled him down and yourself up enough to reach his ear, where you liked and bit.

Bakugou’s breath hitched but he didn’t pull away, you liked to watch his ears turn pink, they were one of his weak points, and you loved to tease them.

You breathed heavily near Bakugou’s ear, purposely moaning a little in his ear.

The boy turned his head enough to side eye you; you smiled as you placed a kiss on his ear.

Both of you were becoming impatient, Bakugou sliding his fingers out of you, sliding your legs up so he was in between them.

Reaching back up, he slid his fingers up your thighs, pulling your panties down, discarding them by throwing them off to the side, and undoing your skirt and doing the same motions as the panties.

Undoing his own pants, you flushed at seeing the bulge in his boxers, but both the pants and boxers were both soon discarded as well.

Seeing his dick standing in excitement, you clutched your thighs back together and bit your lip in anticipation.

Bakugou grinned as he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back exposing his forehead, “Like what you see?” he asked.

You smiled up at him, “Not as much as seeing you do that with your hair.” You said.

Bakugou looked unamused, “You rather see my damn forehead than my dick standing?” he asked.

You shrugged your shoulder, “I’m a simple girl.” You giggled.

Bakugou huffed, separating your thighs, “Here says otherwise.” He grinned.

He got himself closer to you, positioning his dick at your entrance, sliding himself in, he breathed out heavily, holding back a moan.

You on the other hand was a mess, you arched your back as Bakugou began thrusting.

Bakugou groaned, and huffed, which made you squirm, “Don’t have to hold back.” You said.

Reaching up around his neck, you pulled yourself up, Bakugou grabbing you and repositioning so that you were in his lap.

Pouncing lightly in his hold you let out a huff, “Moan a little for me.” You breathed.

Bakugou stared up at you, squeezing his eyes shut as he stared pushing harder and faster into you, making you bounce.

Feeling you around him, and after your words, he groaned, letting out little deep moans.

Hearing his pleasures, the once you were feeling intensified.

Intertwining your fingers in his hair at the back of his head, you tugged a little, pulling his hair and head back a little.

He shivered as he smiled at you.

But you were too lost in the heated sex to give much of a response.

Bakugou leaned you back, your hips still high up on him as your upper body were laying on the bed again.

Getting on his knees, he pushed harder and faster, you could feel yourself nearing your climax, you clutched at his arms that held your hips.

Feeling this, Bakugou leaned over you again, keeping his fast pace.

Groaning and moaning you could both tell you were going to climax.

Bakugou leaned down and chomped down hard on your shoulder, making your legs clench on Bakugou as you held back a scream of pleasure, riding out your climax.

He kept thrusting and your scratched hard and deep into Bakugou’s back, his breath shook as he pulled out and his hot seed spilled out on your stomach.

You both breathed hard, the hot activity taking a toll on the both of you.

Bakugou cleaned up your stomach and your wet pussy with tissues that you had beside your bedside.

He laid next to you, laying his arm out and looking at you.

You smiled and cuddled into him, you loved his smell, it wasn’t something you could describe properly, it was sweet and comforting and warm, and just him.

Bakugou rubbed his face on top of your head, smelling your hair, “You smell so nice.” He said.

You giggled, rubbing your face into his neck.

He pulled back to look at you, “What?” he asked.

You shook your head, “Nothing, I was just thinking the same thing.” You said.

Bakugou smiled and growled grabbing you and tossing you in the bed playfully as you laughed.

 Going back down to the common room after a shower and clean clothes, you stretched your arms.

You hummed, cuddled up in one of Bakugou’s hoodies, “Gonna steal this one for a while, it’ll help me sleep for sure.” You said.

Bakugou scoffed, “At least you’ll get to. None of your shit will fit or would I be caught dead in.” he said.

You chuckled, “Well, when I eventually give it back and take a different one, this one will smell like me, and then you’ll have little trouble right?” you said.

Bakugou lifted an eyebrow in thought and then nodded, “I guess you could keep lending them to you.” He said and put his arm around you.

Seeing the others gathered in the common room, they smiled, “Look who it is!” Kaminari said.

Bakugou growled at him, but you were surprised that he didn’t take his arm off from around you.

The red eyed blond glared, “Shut your face, dopey.” He spat.

Hagakure skipped over, “Common, you two really going to not tell us what’s up with the two of you?” she asked.

Momo shook her head, “Don’t make fun of them.” She said.

Todoroki looked over from the couch, “Maybe they’re just in the habit now thanks to the quirk Bakugou was under. Habits can stick around.” He said.

You smiled, “Well, I guess that’s not too far off.” You said.

Kirishima smiled, “It’s good to see you guys happy.” He said.

You smiled and Bakugou looked down at you, grunting, and then looked back over to the others, huffing, “Why wouldn’t we be? We’re very happy together.” He stated.

Everyone seemed to freeze, including you.

Blinking a few times, you glanced up at Bakugou, too stunned to speak.

Sero cleared his throat, “By together, you mean…?” he trailed off.

Bakugou grumbled, “Yes dumbass, we’re together, got a problem with that?” he asked, pulling you closer to him.

You flushed pink, not expecting Bakugou to confirm your relationship to the others so fast.

Looking up at him, you could see that his ears were dusted pink.

You smiled to yourself at Bakugou’s subtle embarrassment.

The girls circled you and pulled you away from Bakugou in excitement, while the guys circled around Bakugou.

Mina hugged you while jumping, “I’m so happy for you guys!” she called, running over to Bakugou with excitement.

Jirou patted your back, “Good to see that you two were able to tell us, we weren’t sure when you guys were going to tell us.” She said.

You rubbed the back of your head, “I feel like this is way too much, but thanks for the support, guys.” You said.

Kirishima put his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, “Dude, that was so manly.” He said, tears running down his face.

Mina wrapped her arm around Bakugou’s neck, bringing him down so she could tussle his hair, “Our little Bakugou is growing up so fast!” she called.

Bakugou growled and shoved her off him, “Get off me, the lot of you!” he called.

 When things finally settled down, it was once again time for bed, Iida made it very strict especially when it was a school night.

To which Bakugou had no complaints about, he liked going to bed early.

Saying your goodnights, you and Bakugou shared a private moment with no one in sight to kiss and hug before going your separate ways.

Going back into your room, you got dressed into your pjs, set your alarm and crawled into bed.

Snuggling into Bakugou’s hoodie, you hummed and tried to fall asleep.

About an hour or two later you woke up, you groaned, trying to snuggle back into your pillow and the collar of Bakugou’s hoodie.

But you were stuck with being dead tired, but not being able to sleep.

Huffing you sat up, swinging your legs out of bed, you seared for your discarded pants, slipped on some shoes and went out onto your balcony.

Sighing up at the night sky, you saw your breath flow out into the night.

A thought popping into your brain, you bit your lip.

Deciding that you weren’t going to be able to sleep for now, you decided to break a few rules.

Climbing up to the roof, you sneakily made your way across, your quirk being a good help as you climbed down the other side of the dorm.

Landing on a balcony you smiled, going to the doors.

Pulling out your phone, you sent out a text,

 ‘Wakey wakeyy’

 You heard the dings of a message go through, but after a little bit you got no response.

You pouted, typing away on your phone,

 ‘Wake up sleeping beauty!

Hey

Bitch I swear to god

WAKE THE HELL UP’

 You sent over and over again.

Before you sent anymore, you finally got a response.

 ‘Wtaf do you want!? I’m trying to sleep bitch!’

 You grinned,

 ‘Hurry up and look out on your balcony

I’m freezing my ass off out here

Soon there won’t be an ass for you to grab’

 Soon the drapes covering the inside of the room pulled back.

You smiled and waved at the boy who looked surprised.

Bakugou opened the doors, “What the hell are you doing?” he asked.

You shrugged, “You going to let me in, or are you wanting to loose this ass you like grabbing all the time?” you said.

Bakugou huffed and grabbed you to bring you inside.

You shivered a little as you walked inside.

The boy crossed his arms, “You wanting another round or something?” he asked with a smug look.

You lifted your eyebrow, “Is that all you think about?” you scoffed.

He stood there, dropping his arms, “What’re you doing here?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Breaking the rules?” you grabbed his hand. “I was having trouble sleeping, and I just wanted to come and cuddle.”

Seeing you giving him the puppy eyes, the boy gave in with a sigh.

Smiling at his defeat, you dragged him over to the bed, taking off the pants you knew you were going to lose in your sleep anyways, something Bakugou wouldn’t be surprised by at this point.

Crawling into the warm bed, Bakugou joined you and wrapped his arms around you and you cuddled back.

Sighing into each other’s holds, you finally felt like you might be able to sleep.

Bakugou tugged on his jumper that you were wearing.

Looking up you gave him questioning eyes.

He smiled, “Don’t want to exchange this for something else?” he asked.

You scoffed, but smiled as you sat up, taking off the jumper and the top you were wearing underneath.

Bakugou slid his shirt off over his head and handed it to you.

You slid the shirt on and displayed it for him, “You feel better now?” you asked.

The boy smirked, “Do you?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes, “Your boyfriend shirt kink. I swear to god.” You giggled.

Bakugou cupped your face with his hand, “You love it.” He said.

Leaning into his hold, you hummed, “I love you.” You said.

He smiled, “Me too.” He said, leaning you down to kiss you.

Going back down you cuddled with him, your face in his neck, and his cheek on your head.

You bit your lip, “That was beyond cheesy and cringy.” You said, stifling a laugh.

Bakugou huffed a laugh, “Couldn’t agree more, sappy bitch.” He said.

you slapped his chest lightly as you both chuckled.

Watching his chest raise and fall as he breathed, you stared tracing a circle on his skin, “I was surprised that you just told everyone like that.” You mumbled.

The boy hummed, “Didn’t want me to?” he asked.

You shook your head, “It’s not that, I’m happy about it, I was just surprised. I thought that you wanted to keep it a secret until you felt comfortable with it.” You said.

Bakugou nudged your head so you would look up at him, “I am comfortable. You make me comfortable.” Seeing you smile he pressed his head against yours. “Besides, I wanted them to know that you are mine. I don’t want to see anyone trying to put the moves on you whatsoever.”

You hummed, “I’m pretty sure that when word gets around, even if someone had feelings for me, they’d be too intimidated by you to even try for me.” You said.

Bakugou nodded, “That’s the point.” He said.

You shook your head, “You’re an idiot.” You said.

Bakugou smiled and kissed your cheek, “I’m your idiot.” He said.

You grinned, “Ah so you admit that you’re an idiot then, good to know you’re aware of it.” You teased.

Bakugou grumbled and tossed you to the other side, playfully wrestling you.

You knew that things would get messy in some areas, with Bakugou being the jealous type, but you knew all too well that if a girl you didn’t really know got too close to him, you would be too.

There are going to be a lot of bumpy roads along the way, but you knew that you and Bakugou really do love each other, no matter how much that makes you cringe, you would never deny it.

You were both happy, and you were both going to do your best to keep each other happy.

                                                     __The End__

[otakuempresslily]

Infectious love

*you walk into Ayato's room and immediately get pinned to the wall* "On your knees y/n." *You know this is only typical of him right before winter but this time, something feels different. His tone is less demanding, more needy, then you realize he's in heat. You immediately drop to your knees and he roughly yanks your clothing off and swiftly rams into you with a satisfied groan and bites down on your shoulder leaving an obvious marking that you belong to him now* "Your so fucking tight baby. I want you screaming my god damn name so loud everyone hears you." *he growls out and slams into your g-spot with precise and hard thrusts as his kagune pierces directly into you aiming to claim your entire body as his making you scream out his name in pleasure and pain* "That's it. Scream my fucking name." *he demands as he continues ramming into you with hard and fast thrusts as he gets closer and closer to flooding your womb with his essence. His hands roughly grope your breasts as he slams into you over and over again making you scream his name as you have one intense orgasm after the next before he finally empties into you marking you as his mate* "Fucking hell baby. I needed that." *he says roughly and you feel his body trembling with the sheer force of his release and he grips your hips trying to steady himself* "Good girl. Now come to bed. I know you need rest." *he says softly and pulls out of you with a wet plop and carries you to the room spooning you protectively and tracing soothing circles into your back as you fall asleep* "Goodnight, my beautiful mate."

[nightowlfandom]

Villain! BNHA AU- Our Little Apprentice: Episode-Todoroki Pt1

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Triggers- Fem! Reader, talks of cheating, violence,

Episode-PROLOGUE| Episode-Deku| Episode- Bakugou

Leggo!

Now playing- Episode: Todoroki

...

O.R.C.H.I.D- Kink Unlocked : Temperature Play

(Flashback)

“Y/N please let’s talk about this!”

“Talk about what?!” you snapped. “The fact that I FOUND you with your tongue down some girl’s throat?” your voice wavered. “AND DO NOT TELL ME IT WAS FOR THE CAMERAS.” you held out a threatening finger. “How could you do this to me?”

“Y/N I would never! I didn’t! My agency thinks I should be with her to boost my reputation! They probably fabricated the whole thing with someone who looked like me!”

“What did you say in response?” you asked. “When they said it...what did you say?”

He was silent.

“So this is about your fucking agency.” you laughed harshly. “Forget old quirkless Y/N and her clumsy ass...do you think that excuses what you did?”

“Y/N this isn’t about you being quirkless- Maybe to them but-!”

“I don’t believe you...you were wearing the bracelet I gave you for your birthday that one year...the one you suddenly lost the minute you went mainstream...Remember?”

“Maybe the others are right...you’re probably just insecure but that doesn’t mean-.”

Your face faltered as those words left his lips. “Insecure?” You cut him off. “...M-me being hurt that I saw you or someone I thought willingly kissed someone else for publicity is me being insecure?” you dared to ask. “Me already having to deal with people telling you I’m a charity case...is that it?” you crossed your arms.

“That’s not what I said-”

“THAT’S HOW IT SOUNDS...I watched you kiss her like you kiss me...without so much as a hitch!”

“Y/N you’re emotional right now. Let’s please talk about this! How can I prove to you-”

(Flashback end)

“Y/N? Y/N!” Izuku waved his hand in your face, snapping you out of your daze. “Did you hear me?”

“Huh?” you raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, I didn’t. What did you say?”

“I said you did a good job on the heist.” he repeated himself. “In both regards.” he winked. You felt your face heat up. “How did everything go?”

You all had returned to the warehouse. You had been zoning in and out since everyone was talking about...shit- who cared.

“A few troublemakers but I made short work of them.” you replied. “They weren’t well armed at all.”

“Well thanks to your device, we were able to successfully extort that asshole and get what we wanted, what was it’s name again?” Tenya asked.

“O.R.C.H.I.D. Short for Operative Really Cool Hyper Intelligent Device....I was 16 when I thought of it don’t judge me. She’s the most powerful super computer in the world.” 

“What made you build her?” asked Izuku. 

“I was build as a homework helper for Y/N while she was still in school. Then she gave me hyper intel to allow me to interact as humans do...along with this totally fabulous style.” the silver haired avatar gloated. 

“Aren’t you scared she’d turned against you?” Shoto asked, making you roll your eyes.

“Y/N is my creator...I’d never turn against her...you on the other hand. One command and you’re all dust.”

“She’s kidding.” you shook your head. “O.R.C.H.I.D, behave.”

“They all have muscles, they shouldn’t be scared.” your A.I rolled her eyes.

“Okay, you’re being muted.” you pressed a button that completely folded up your super computer back into a laptop sized disk.

“That still impresses me no matter how many times I see it.” Izuku shook his head.

“T-thanks.” you stared down at your fingers. “Not that I’m grateful to be here but, do I actually have a place to sleep or am I just gonna stay here with a blow up mattress.” you half joked. 

“Oh we all have our own bedrooms. I’ll show you yours now if you want.”

“That’d be great.” you nervously smile.

“G’night Y/N~” Denki sang as you passed him. “Feel free to come to my room any time.”

“No one is gonna let me live this down are they?” you whispered to yourself.

You got your answer in the form of a smack to your ass, courtesy of Katsuki who hadn’t stopped smirking since all you to the warehouse. Of course. “Y/N is easily the best piece of ass I’ve ever had.” he boasted, not caring if you could hear.

“God the things I’d do to her-”

“You and me both dude.”

“I can’t wait to bed her over and-”

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Go die, Shoto.” you spat in response as you and Izuku left the board room.

“Dude what did you do to make her hate you so much?” Kirishima asked as you walked farther down the hall. You and Izuku stopped outside a door with your name written on it in black permanent marker.

“It’s not much, but-”

“It’s perfect.” you waved him off. It was twice as big as the shoebox bedroom you used to live in. “A paint job is all it needs.” you nodded.

“Great. Um...I’ll leave you to it then...Hey Y/N?” 

“Yeah Izu-” he cut you off with a very quick peck on the lips.

“I’m really glad you’re here...really.” he grabbed your hand. “I really did miss my best friend.”

“I missed you too Izu.” your faced heated intensely like it did did when he gave you a heart-shaped cookie with your name on it for Valentines day once. “Just don’t make me regret this, okay?”

“I won’t. I promise.” he whispered. “...Night.”

“....Have nice dreams.” you called quietly as the door closed. “ORCHID, set up.”

“Setting up!”

You grabbed your handheld keyboard as you sat on the cute little twin bed they had picked out for you. “Why am I doing this?” you sighed. “I’ve always fought for the greater good.”

“...Well, and I’m sorry to say this...the greater good hasn’t treated you well since you were a child and I was only as big as a cellphone helping you with your homework. I know I’ve been against this...but maybe you should be making the world pay.”

“Weren’t you just reprimanding me for doing this like 12 hours ago? anyways...That’s what I’m afraid of. What if I have to fight the people I call my friends.”

“According to my data, no one in your graduating class has taken up hero work. All of them are imprisoned...or doing the devil’s work.”

‘Really?” you raised an eyebrow. “So it was only me and my naivety. I guess I thought since I finally got a quirk of my own, I owed it to God or whoever else was listening...cuz I thought it was a blessing.” you began undressing yourself from your day clothes.

“When you built me, you promised to use my data to help people. But you never said which side you’d fight on...you’re allowed to change your mind at any time...remember that. I just want you to be happy.”  

You nodded as your AI companion assured you. You missed your friends and Izuku was right. Humanity sucked ass. “Okay then.” you pulled your shirt over your head.  “Fine.”

“Y/N, someone’s outside your door.”

“Huh?” you looked up at your screen. 

“Not outside anymore.” a new voice grabbed your attention 

“DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!” you sent a power blast at Shoto who had barged in.

“Too slow.” he smirked, stopping it with an ice shield. “To think I can encapsulate your quirk in my palms...much like I’ve encapsulated your heart, Y/N.” he hummed as he shut the door.

“GET OUT!” you yelled, not caring if the whole damn compound could hear. You hid behind your discarded clothes. “WHY ARE YOU IN HERE!”

“I assumed you were hungry so I was told to bring you dinner.”

“And you couldn’t knock like a regular FUCKING PERSON!” you seethed. You ran behind the bed and bent down grabbing a bunch of random clothes out of your duffel. “Or leave it outside the damn door!”

“I’ve been acquainted with your body on more than one occasion Y/N.” 

You grumpily put of a pair of pajama shorts and the first shirt you saw sticking out. “Fuck off.”

“You kept my shirt?”

“Huh?” you looked down. It was a plain black button-up that you instantly recognized to be his. You stole it from him when you slept over at his place one night. “Whatever-”

“Y/N...” Shoto began. “Can we talk?”

“About what?” you crossed your arms. “I have nothing to say to you!”

“I never cheated on you...”

“This again!” you seethed. “Shoto, I am NOT worried about that right now.” You noticed he was holding a plate. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Pizza rolls and mozzarella sticks...your favorite midnight snack as I remember.” he smiled as he set it on the table. 

There was an uncomfortable silence between us, and you hated it. 

“Remember when we first met?” he broke the silence.

“How could I forget...” you huffed.

Flashback

“Need help with that?”

Your body froze as the helping hand came out of nowhere. The book you had been trying to reach was put in your hand with ease.

“Um...thanks!” you smiled nervously. You had already heard rumors from some of the girls around, but at the same time they told you not to get your hopes up.

“I’ve never seen you around here, I can only assume you’re new?”

“Mhm? Y/N L/N..I’m that quirkless girl you may have heard about.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t hear th-”

“Don’t lie. Please, it will make it easier for us to get along.” you laughed stiffly.

“S-sorry, I just didn’t think you wanted to talk about it.” he smiled. “If it’s any consolation, I also heard you were quite beautiful...”

“From who?”

“My conscious.”

“What?” you went wide eyed.

“I ...I don’t know why I said that....” he froze. “I’m sorry.” he rasped. 

“N-no, that’s okay.” you giggled. “Um....I liked it.”

(End Flashback)

...

“To think we’ve come so far since then.” he mused. 

“Well, things change.”

“To think something as trivial as a mistaken kiss-”

“Is that what you call it, you were practically dry humping the girl.”

“Oh, now you’re being dramatic on purpose.” he glared. 

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t think the ‘unce unce’ music affected your brain too” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “Seriously, it’s like you don’t even remember!”

“Y/N...are we talking about the same instance?” he raised an eyebrow. “I am very lost right now.”

“Well you shouldn’t be! You’d think you’d remember your own birthday party!”

“Birthday party?...You’re not talking about the kiss?”

“Of course I’m not talking about the kiss! I’m talking about the club!”

For some odd reason he looked hella confused. “Y/N, what on Earth are you-”

“You don’t remember walking out of a club on your 18th birthday like 7 years ago? Before graduation?”

“Y/N, I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“You are so unbelievable!” You seethed. “You don’t remember being at The King of Hearts Club in Tokyo.”

“Of course I do, it was my birthday, but Y/N...I left like 3 hours after I got there to go to your place!”

“Oh really, because I went there after Bakugou called my phone saying you were drunk as hell and needed to be picked up.” you scoffed. 

Now YOU were confused. How did he not remember?! “I wonder-....”

“Wonder what?” he asked.

“ORCHID can access video feeds...if she can get the footage- or at least coordinates”

“Already on it!” your AI companion spoke. “Shoto Todoroki entered The King of Hearts club at 8PM and left at 11:15PM”

Now you were even more confused. “But I got there at arounf 11:30...I SAW him!...Show me the camera feed! The Red Room is where I saw him.”

“Showing camera footage of The Red Room of the King of Hearts club Jan. 11th, 7 years ago.”

You watched in complete shock. The screen showed someone who very much looked like Shoto from the back, but what really killed you was the fact that the person you thought was Shoto morphed into someone else. You saw yourself on camera stomping off 45 seconds before he morphed back into someone completely different.

“My files show that the person in question has a quirk that allows them to take on the form of another.” O.R.C.H.I.D spoke. “They were arrested 3 years ago for attempting to impersonate the U.S president and is currently in the Los Angeles State Prison.”

You didn’t know how to feel, what to do, but you knew one thing....

Shoto was telling the truth...

“Oh my god.” you covered your mouth with your hands.

“I never cheated on you Y/N...I swear on my life.”

“I...I blamed you...I said I never wanted to see you again.” you whimpered. “I said those awful things to you.”

You felt your soul start to ache. 

“No- don’t do what I think you’re about to do.” he ushered up to you and held the sides of your face. “Don’t say what I think you’re about to say.”

“Shoto I spent the last 7 years of my life hating you-”

“And I sent the last 7 waiting for the day I could redeem myself.” he replied. “It’s not your fault, What you saw was your reality in that moment...whether you knew it or not. When you told me what you saw I knew something was wrong but I knew your trust in me was so fucked from the whole agency thing, that I couldn’t get you to believe me.”

You telling Izuku who also kicked his ass the next week wasn’t any help either....

“I- I...” you felt the tears sting your eyes. 

“Shh, don’t cry...please don’t cry.” he began pecking your lips. “Shhhh.” He rested his forehead against yours, and you were full on crying now. He wrapped his arms around your, holding you close for the first time in years. He always wanted to do it, he just didn’t think it would be under this circumstance. 

“I am so sorry.” you sobbed into his shoulder. “Shoto I-”

“Shh, it’s okay.” he laughed. “Please don’t cry...” 

Shoto tightened his hold on you, but you couldn’t see him clenching his fists. Watching that footage sent a chill up his spine that could curdle blood. He spent years wondering what he did only to be framed...this wouldn’t go without a little visit to the states...but for a...courtesy visit...but first-

“Y/N...” he made you look at him. “Look at me.” he held your gaze. “Oh, I missed you so much baby~ Did you miss me?”

“Um....mhm.” you sheepishly nodded.

“Then...why don’t we celebrate a little...hm?”

“What do you mean by that?” you had completely forgotten your hunger at this point.

“Let me show you~”

... To be continued (Coming Soon)

I just wanted to say....um...thanks for being patient with me...um...I haven’t been okay...but I will be..I promise. 

[yourmomsd1ck]

Kirishima: when life gives u lemons..

Bakugou: squeeze them in people's eyes

Deku: kacchan no..

[introvery]

Poor Kirishima dealing with feeling left behind in life by his friends and Riko (OFC) dealing with loneliness. So why not make a pretend relationship that’s to their benefit? No feelings will be hurt or misunderstood at all!

This fic was so cute. The writer did a wonderful job staying true to the characters personalities. The OCs were done amazing as well and didn’t seem unnatural in the story. This fic is completed with 25 chapters and plenty of lemons!

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Kirishima: So tell me...do you like like him!?

Katsuki: Shitty hair - I've been dating Izuku for 4 years, of course I like him.

Kirishima: Yeah! But do you like like him?

Katsuki: We live together. We are parents of a dog. I proposed to him last week.

Kirishima: Oo! Sounds like things are getting ~serious~ between you two!

Katsuki:

Katsuki: The hell are you talking about!? YOU'RE MY BEST MAN IN THE WEDDING!!

[mintmatcha]

OMG MINT please continue bc kiri saying again … was he picking up the pieces before w reader ??

cw: Reader is a high school in this part, reader is said to not be conventionally attractive.

Kirishima remembers the first time Sero ever saw you.

He's fumbling with his key ring in the most obvious way he can, letting it swing and jingle around his fingers.

"My parent's won't be back until late tonight, so we can do whatever." Kirishima isn't one to brag, but there's still something cool about being a latchkey kid. He doesn't have Bakugo's big house or all of Denki's gaming systems, but he's got the coolest hang out spot because he has all the privacy they could ever need.

"You bozos should actually study this time-" Bakugo says, slinging his backpack across his shoulders.

Denki groans. "You're so lame-"

"Your grades are lame!"

Kirishima unlocks the door to the apartment when another door across the hall opens. He doesn't turn at first, thinking it's just Mr. Yagami leaving for the night shift-

"Eijiro-"

Kirishima turns at the sound of your voice. Catty corner from him, you're halfway out of your apartment door, still dressed in your wrinkled school uniform. The smile you flash him is timid, mostly covered up the doorframe.

"Hold on, guys."

He walks over to you with a little wave and you produce a familiar set of containers, perfectly cleaned and polished, just like always.

"Tell your mom thank you," you mumble, adjusting your glasses as you speak. Kirishima thinks it's weird that you're being so quiet today, but then your eyes flicker to the group behind him. School's hard for you, he thinks, the other kids aren't very nice to you most of the time. At least, that's what his mom says when you aren't around.

"It was really good, thank you."

"Yeah, don't mention it," Kirishima points back to his gaggle of boys. "These are my friends from school, by the way. Bakugo, Denki, and the tall one's Sero. They're all really cool."

Your face goes weird when he says Sero's name. Not sour or stressed or something he knows, just... funny. Like you've swallowed a lemon whole.

"I'm the only cool one here," Bakugo says.

"Aw, don't listen to this big grump-" Sero throws an arm around Bakugo. "We're pretty okay."

"Hi." With a little wave, you duck back inside your place and let the door close. Kirishima starts to go back to his friends, but for Sero to stop him.

"So, who was that?" Sero asks, a bit too interested for Kirishima's liking. Bakugo bumps his shoulder into the dark haired boy, then shoves his full body weight. Even when Sero stumbles, he keeps looking.

"She's cool, just super shy. My mom gives her food sometimes." He shakes the Tupperware for effect. "She lives by herself because her school's around here."

"Ask her to hang out with us," Sero says.

Denki groans again. "Why would we want some weirdo girl-?"

Sero's already slunk across the hall. Bakugo and Denki share a look and roll their eyes; last summer's growth spurt didn't only give Sero a couple extra inches of height-- it gave him too much confidence and too strong of an interest in girls. Denki could kind of relate, minus the confidence. Thankfully, Bakugo didn't seem to care about women at all.

(Kirishima was thankful for that.)

The blondes both go inside the apartment when Kirishina opens the door, but Sero has already knocked and peeled you out of your shell.

"Hey, we were just thinking-"

That funny look comes over you again- a strained, sloppy smile, own that-

It clicks in Kirishima's head the second Sero leans against the doorframe, one arm extended above his head. You think he's cute.

You think he's very cute.

Sero seems to know it, too.

"I- uh- I-" You're fumbling each word. "I have cram school-"

"Aww-" He runs a hand through his hair with a cool little smile. "What a bummer."

Kirishima's stomach twists at bit, mostly on instinct. He doesn't have strong feelings towards you or anything, but he suddenly feels a surge of protectiveness, like an older sibling watching the younger get whisked away.

You're not even cute, Kirishima thinks, not in the ways that Sero usually goes for. He usually goes for girls without glasses or braces, the types that win beauty pageants and don't have stutters-

Flirting with you just seems... cruel in comparison. It's a game he knows he can win.

[lilspidermonkey]

Bakugou x Reader Touch Chapter VI

This one took a little longer than i anticipated to post, but here it is!

This one does have a lemon scene in it, but with it being their first times, it’s not going to be anything too rough or intence, so I’m sorry about that!

If any spelling or grammer errors, all i can say is that words are hard!

The next morning was warm, the sun seemed extra bright, and the birds seemed to be in a good mood. The room was bright, despite the blinds, the sun-filled Bakugou’s room with warm light, the sounds of kissing echoing through the room. You were on top of Bakugou, cupping his face in your hands as you were leaning down kissing the boy, over and over. Bakugou had his hand on your hips, his fingers tickling your skin. He pinched at the fabric of the baggy shirt on your body, “Could’ve just taken one from the closet.” He grinned. You sighed down at him, “Like it better when I take it directly from you.” You teased. Bakugou tugged the shirt down, and you lean down with it, “So do I.” he whispered. You grinned and continued to make out with the boy. Bakugou’s hands slipped back to your hips under the shirt, but you shivered at feeling his fingers traveling further up to your waist. Sighing into the kiss, your voice trembling, Bakugou leaned up, to kiss you more before leaning into your neck. Feeling his lips, tongue, and teeth play with your skin, you trembled in his hold, your hands going into his hair. Bakugou leaned to your ear, “Want my hands to go higher? Or,” he slowly slipped one hand down from your waist, sliding it down past your hip and onto your ass, giving a good grope, “lower?” You jolted at feeling the grope, your back arching a little, you glared at the boy, “Pervert.” You grumbled. Bakugou grinned with sharp eyes, “Says the one not wearing pants.” He said. You scoffed, “You’re not wearing a shirt.” You pointed out. The boy shrugged, “You took it from me.” At your lack of response, the boy’s grin grew. He brought you back into the kiss, nibbling at your lip, pulling sounds from you. You pushed into Bakugou, you couldn’t help the frustration that you were feeling, you wanted him to just touch you, kiss you, everything. Bakugou hissed at the movement of your hips, you felt his body tremble, “Jesus, careful.” He grumbled. You smiled mischievously, loving to his ear, “Can’t handle it?” you whispered, biting his ear as you brought your hips over him again. The boy growled, his hold on your ass and waist tight. He glared at you as you pulled back to look at him, “You’re asking for it.” He breathed. You smiled, your blush was heating up your whole face. Reaching back, you grabbed Bakugou’s hand that was on your ass, guiding it to slip under the shirt. You held his other hand as you placed them both high up on your waist, you shivered, nervousness creeping up on you. Looking to the boy’s eyes, you could see past the excitement, that he was nervous as well. You sighed, “Bakugou…” you whispered. And that’s all that was needed, Bakugou brought you back to his lips, the hungry kiss making you moan. Going for your neck again, you leaned your head back, letting him access your throat as he kissed and bit it. As you just moaned a little louder, a knock was heard at the door. You almost screamed at them to fuck off, this happened too often, you were going to have to put a goddamn sign on the door for people to piss off and just leave a text. Bakugou groaned in frustration, “What!?” he yelled. “Hey man, you ready to go?” called Kirishima. Bakugou groaned, rubbing his face, “Fuck.” He looked up at you. “Me and Shitty Hair are supposed to study today.” You smiled with a sigh, “That’s okay, I promised Tetsu that I’d hang out with him.” You said. You climbed off the boy, and he reached over to grab your hand, his face not happy. Trying to hold back your laughter, you smiled and kissed the boy, “We talked about this. You’re not going to keep me from Tetsu. What if I told you to stop seeing Kirishima?” you asked. Bakugou shrugged, “Bye Shitty Hair.” He said. You raised your eyebrow at him, “Yeah right, he’s your best friend, face it.” You said. The boy grumbled looking off to the side, he knew you were right. You raised your hand to hook around his neck, and brought him closer, “Would it make you feel better to know that you’re the only one I do this to?” you said as you kissed his jaw. “Or this?” you went to his neck and kissed it as well. Leaning back you didn’t even have to say the words as you kissed his lips. Bakugou gripped your hand and brought his other hand to rest on your lower back, deepening the kiss. “Ahh, dude? You in there?” Kirishima’s voice carried through the door. Bakugou pulled away and groaned, leaning his head back, “Give me a second!” he yelled. You giggled, “If you’re that worried about it then…” your voice trailed off as you looked at Bakugou mischievously. When the door opened, Kirishima looked surprised to have his eyes drop down to meet yours. You smiled up at the boy, “Hi Kirishima!” you said. The boy blinked, and in realization of your appearance, blushed, “H-hi (Y/n)!” he said in embarrassment. At his embarrassment, you felt your own creep up. You blushed, “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it, laters!” you called and walked away. Kirishima watched as you retreated down the hall. Looking into the room, Kirishima saw Bakugou, his hand covering the lower half of his face, his cheeks red as he glared down at the side. Kirishima went red at seeing this, and the shirtless Bakugou, “Dude, was she wearing your shirt??” he asked. Bakugou rubbed his hand up and down his face, “Yes!!” he yelled.

After putting on a different shirt, Bakugou, and Kirishima were in the room, sitting on the floor with books around them. Bakugou was glaring off to the side, his leg bouncing, while Kirishima had his eyes darting from the table, to Bakugou, to the bed, and back again. Kirishima cleared his throat, “Sooo, things are going…well?” he asked. Bakugou growled, “Just shut up!” he groaned. With a ding, Bakugou looked at his phone, his expression fading from one of anger to hesitation and frustration. Kirishima looked the boy up and down, “I heard (Y/n) and Tetsutetsu are hanging out today.” The boy looked up from his phone and off to the side, a huff as a response. Kirishima gave a half smile, “Still upset over the whole thing with those two?” he asked. Bakugou sighed and ruffled his hair, “I dunno.” He said. The red-haired boy leaned on the table, “Do you think she has feelings for him?” he asked. Bakugou shot his head up, “Like hell she would go for a metal bastard like him!” he yelled. Kirishima laughed, “Okay, okay!” he said, putting his hands up. “Then…do you not trust her?” Bakugou grumbled, “It’s not that.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Jesus, I don’t know, it’s not even that big of a deal.” Kirishima smiled, “You like her.” He said. Bakugou glanced at him, then back to the ground. Kirishima’s eyes widened, “Wait, you,” he huffed a laugh, “You love her.” Bakugou cringed, “Shut up, Shitty Hair!” he said. The redhead rubbed the back of his head, “Does she know?” he asked. The blonde scoffed, “She might have an idea.” He said. Kirishima’s eyes widened, “You didn’t tell her!?” he yelled. Bakugou glared, “You really think I would say some cheesy shit like that?” he yelled back. Kirishima groaned, “Then how would she know?” he asked. Bakugou averted his eyes, and Kirishima’s eyebrow went up, “Wait, have you guys…kissed?” he asked. When Bakugou scrunched up his nose and just glanced at the bed, Kirishima blushed, “Did you guys…?” Bakugou glared, “Watch it, Shitty Hair!” he warned. He sighed and grumbled, “We haven’t done anything like that…not exactly.” Kirishima blinked, “Wait, are you still under the quirk accident?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou looked to his friend and then his hands, “I think? I don’t know, it’s not like how it was before. I can go pretty much a good few hours without her, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be around her.” He shrugged. “But it’s not like I’m going to go into a panic. More like I just want her near me, I don’t want her to leave me.” Kirishima smiled at his good friend, “Bakugou, you’re totally not under the quirk anymore, you just have feeling for her.” He said. “How long have you felt this way?” Bakugou sighed, “I don’t know, Jesus, before the fight? I think? Fuck if I know, it’s felt like this for more than a few days, that’s all I know.” He said. Kirishima nodded, “Does she know you’re not affected anymore?” he asked, when Bakugou didn’t respond, the redhead groaned. “Dude!!” Bakugou groaned as well, “Back off! How the hell am I meant to tell her?” he yelled. Kirishima lifted his hands as he shrugged, “I dunno, maybe the exact way you just told me?” The blonde sighed, “Easier said than done.” He mumbled. Kirishima smiled at the boy, “You’ll be alright, I’m sure by now, (Y/n) is used to your personality, even way before this whole quirk accident.” He said. Bakugou huffed, “I know.” He said. Kirishima cleared his throat, “Sooo, do you have…protection?” he asked. The blonde's red eyes shot wide as he creaked his neck, the movement robotic-like, looking at Kirishima with death in his eyes, “What did you just say?” he spat. The redhead put his hands up, “Look man, I just want you to be careful, it’s normal for teenagers to…experiment…with the person they like.” He explained. Bakugou went red, from anger and embarrassment, “Shut up!! We’re not talking about this!!” he yelled.

You were sitting on the Tetsutetsu’s bed, Switch in hand as you played. Tetsutetsu sat on the floor, back against the bed, also holding a Switch in his hands, the two of you playing a game against each other. The boy cleared his throat, “Are we still not going to talk about it?” he asked. You sighed, “Are you still going to ask about it?” you asked in frustration. The boy looked up in thought, “Yeah, probably.” He nodded. Grumbling you laid your head down, “Ughhhh, okay, fine!” you gave in. The boy grinned and leaned his head back, “Awesome! Okay, so what’s with Bakugou’s shirt? And what’s with the bite on your throat?” he asked. Bakugou’s little nibbles on your neck were pretty light, so they weren’t visible. The bite on your throat, however, was not. It wasn’t overly dark, but it was noticeable for sure, and Tetsutetsu couldn’t take his eyes off it at first. You sighed, sitting up, “Things with me and Bakugou have…taken a few steps.” You said. Tetsutetsu turned, “As in…?” at seeing you just blush, his eyes widened. “Did you guys have-” Slamming your hands over his mouth, you cut him off, “No!” you yelled. You grimaced, “But…close.” Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened, “Whoa, so you guys are, y’know, together?” he asked. You rubbed the back of your neck, “Not exactly.” You sighed. The boy tilted his head, “Wait, hasn’t he told you he loves you?” he asked. You cringed a little, “No.” you said. He blinked, “Have you still not told him you’re in love with him?” he asked in shock. You almost gagged, “No!” you waved your hands. “I take it back, let’s not talk about it.” Tetsutetsu shook his head, “So neither one of you know how the other feels?” he asked. You sighed, “We have an idea…” you mumbled. The boy shook his head, “How exactly?” he asked. Bringing your knees to your chest you leaned against the wall, “He took me out yesterday to a food festival, and when we were talking, things kinda took a turn, and we kissed.” Rubbing your face, you sighed again. “And then more when we got to the dorms…and even more this morning.” Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened, “Whoa, but you guys haven’t…?” he trailed off. You groaned, “I mean, no, we haven’t.” you hid your face in your hands. “But I’m kinda sure it was heading in that direction. Things were getting heated, but Kirishima knocked on the door, which happens way too often, and I’m pretty sure things were going in that direction.” Tetsutetsu rubbed the back of his neck, “Hey, I’m sorry if this kinda upsets you, but is Bakugou still under that quirk accident you told me about?” he asked. You wrapped your arms back around your legs, “I think so. But I don’t think Bakugou would go this far if it was because of the quirk. If so, then I feel like it would’ve happened sooner.” You explained. The boy nodded, “I get where you’re coming from, and I don’t want you to think that he might not actually like you, cause I’m sure he does.” The boy looked down in hesitation. You smiled at him, “But you want to be sure that he likes me for me, and that it’s not just the quirk making him think he does.” You finished for the boy. He looked back up at you, “Yeah.” He stood up and joined you on the bed, “Sorry, I just don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all.” You smiled at him and gripped his hand, “I know, but I know Bakugou, I’ll talk to him about it.” You said. The boy smiled as well, “You’re like my little sister, I can’t stand to see you getting hurt over a boy.” He said. You laughed, “Little sister? We’re the same age, you metal butt!” you said. The both of you laughed and you kicked him off the bed.

You got a text from Bakugou, telling you to come back for dinner. Excited, you took off from Tetsutetsu’s dorm, bumping into Bakugou in the front yard of the 1-A dorm. You smiled as you went over to him, “What’s for dinner?” you asked. The boy grabbed your hand and started walking, dragging you along, “Let’s go out for it.” He said. Looking down, you tried to stop the boy, “Hold up, let me get changed then.” You said. Bakugou turned to look you up and down and around your face, “You look fine.” He said. Giving him a look of disbelief, you huffed, “The hell I do, Bakugou, I’m wearing your shirt I slept in last night, I’m wearing my stay-at-home tracksuit pants, I haven’t touched my hair besides just throwing it up into a messy bun, and not the nice kind.” You listed off. Bakugou shrugged, “You look fine, I don’t see the issue.” He said, continuing to drag yours along with him. You blinked, “You don’t care that I look like this, with you, in public?” you asked. Bakugou raised an eyebrow in confusion, “Why the hell would I?” he asked. You hesitated, trying to find the words, “Wouldn’t it be embarrassing?” you asked. The boy huffed, “Why the hell should I be embarrassed with you being dressed comfortably? As long as you’re not dressed like a weirdo or a freak, I couldn’t care less.” He said. You watched the back of him as you followed with him, soon smiling. God, he wasn’t even aware of how much that actually made you so happy to hear. He didn’t take you anywhere fancy, which you preferred. It was a little American-themed diner, which you found so cute and bizarre. Sitting in a booth across from each other, you both laughed and talked and shared food and drinks together, you were even able to convince Bakugou to take a few pictures with you. After having something to eat, you both walked by a park, to which you couldn’t resist. You practically forced him to go to the playground, he thought it was dumb and childish, but from the smiles and laughter, you could tell he was having fun. Climbing to the top of a little animal-shaped igloo, you smiled, this was so much fun. You always had fun with Bakugou, well, mostly, but as much as he got on your nerves, you never regretted becoming his friend. Bakugou looked up at you, “Hey, Kindergartener, let’s go.” He called up. You smiled, “Catch me?” you asked. The boy looked unimpressed, “I’ll drop you so fast.” He threatened. Laughing out, you grinned at him, “Nah, I don’t think you will.” Taking a few steps back, you raced forward and jumped. “Here I come!” But despite his words, the boy easily caught you in his arms, making you laugh from the excitement, and proving the boy wrong. He looked down at you as you were in his hold, feet on the ground now, “You’re an idiot.” He commented. You grinned, “And yet you can’t stay away from this idiot.” You teased. The boy half smiled, “Whatever.” He said. You pretended to be surprised, “You didn’t deny it!” you laughed. He rolled his eyes, “Shut up already.” He said, giving you a kiss. Humming into the kiss, you relaxed into it, but you couldn’t get Tetsutetsu’s concerns out of your head, along with your own. Looking up at the blonde's red eyes, you sighed, cupping his cheek, “Can I ask you something?” you asked. The boy looked hesitant, but nodded, “Sure.” He agreed. You took a breath and sighed, “I just wanted to ask, so that I’m not just unnecessarily worrying.” You shrugged your shoulders, “Are you feeling the way you do about me, for me?” Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly, rubbing the back of his head, Kirishima’s words echoing in his head. He sighed, “You want to know if it’s the quirk making me think I’m feeling the way I am?” he asked. You shrugged one shoulder, “I know that it’s a little silly to question, but I guess I just kinda need to hear it confirmed with your own words?” you said, it sounded more like a question than how you planned. Bakugou watched your eyes, “Honestly, thinking about it, I don’t think the quirk has been in effect for a while now.” He said. You blinked, “What? For how long?” you asked. He sighed, “I don’t know, more than a few days? It’s not like I was fully paying attention to it.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. Taking a breath, you sighed, “Unnecessarily worrying.” You said, smiling up at him. “So does that mean, you actually have feelings for me?” The boy’s cheeks tinted pink, “You seriously going to bring that up?” he asked, avoiding your eyes. You grinned, “Of course I am.” You laughed. Bakugou gave an irritated pout, reaching his hand to cup your face, “You already know, so it doesn’t matter.” He said, inching closer. You put up your hand to block his lips from yours, “Nope! No kisses for you before you admit it!” you announced. The boy grumbled, “Jesus Christ, why does it matter so much? It’s fine right?” he asked. You just hummed, ignoring his stubbornness, “Maybe tonight I’ll even spend the night in my room alone, considering a certain someone doesn’t need it anymore, and hasn’t said anything about certain feelings.” You teased, walking off. The boy groaned loudly and reached out his hand to catch you while you were walking, “No one said I didn’t need it anymore.” He sighed roughly in defeat. “I guess I have feelings that are, more than what they would be for anyone else.” You turned to look at the boy, poor thing turning red and eyes locked on the ground. Giggling, you walked up to him, cupping his face in your hand, “I’ll settle for that.” You said, smiling. The boy lifted an eyebrow, “And you?” he asked. You bit your lip, “I obviously have ‘feelings that are more than what they would be for anyone else’ too.” You repeated. The boy grinned and leaned in to kiss you.

Going back to the dorm hand in hand, it felt a little different than all the other times, this time you both knew how you both felt about each other. It was like you guys were little pre-schoolers, giggling and smiling at each other happily while swinging your conjoined hands, you doing most of the swinging and giggling, but it was fine since Bakugou had no complaints about it, this time. Returning back to his room, you sighed, “I’ll quickly take a bath, I won’t be long-” But you were cut off at the door as Bakugou put his hand on it, blocking you from opening it. You turned to look up at him, but as he was blocking the door, he had also cadged you up against it. His eyes stared down at you, “You’re not going anywhere.” He said in a low voice. Your face flushed pink, shit his voice was amazing, “I wouldn’t be long.” You breathed out, not trusting your voice. The boy leaned down to kiss your neck, making you jolt, “I’m not letting you go.” He said, continuing to look at you with his sharp eyes. You licked your lips, your breath trembling, “Ever?” you asked. The boy just grinned down at you, swooping down to capture your lips with his in a rough kiss. And that was all the answer you needed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he put his hands on your hips. Nibbling on his lips, a groan escaped Bakugou’s lips, he bent down for a moment, only to pick you up by your waist, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Putting you back against the door, Bakugou continued with the deep kiss, pulling little moans from your lips. Wracking your hands through his hair, you pulled back for breath, but seeing the boy with his forehead exposed, thanks to your fingers, did something to both your head, and your lower region. Bakugou impatiently brought you back in for another kiss, pulling off the door, Bakugou had let you slip down back onto the ground. You both stumbled deep sighs in each other’s mouths as Bakugou helped in the removal of your pants. Taking a step back to admire your form, Bakugou grinned, “You look great in nothing but my shirt on you.” He said, a hint of a growl in his voice. You blushed but grinned, “Yeah, I’m not surprised, considering all the ogling you do.” You teased. The boy kept his smile as he grabbed you again, “When you first put it on while half asleep, I almost couldn’t take it.” He said. “Looked real good.” You titled your head, “Didn’t picture you for the ‘boyfriend shirt’ type.” You teased. “Not a kink I would’ve pinned you for.” The boy smiled mischievously, “Just wait.” He breathed. You blushed, a shiver going through your body at the attractiveness of the boy. He scooped you up again, bringing you up to his torso, and kissing you. You cupped his face and accepted all the kisses, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist again. Bakugou brought you over to the bed, him crawling over to the middle on his knees, then laid you down, not roughly, but enough to make you do a little bounce. You giggled a little, the boy just looking down at you as he towered over you. Lifting his shirt over his head, your blush intensified. He sighed after getting the shirt over his head, pushing his hair back from his forehead, his cheeks tinted pink. Seeing his hair pushed back again, you bit your lip, squeezing your thighs together lightly. At your reaction, the boy’s smile grew, leaning down to put his hands under his shirt you were wearing, his hands warm on your bare skin. Pushing the shirt up, you leaned up to go along with helping in taking off the shirt. With both shirts on the ground, the boy looked down at you. His intense eyes made you a little shy, you covered yourself a little, being in just your bra and panties. The boy grabbed your hands, pinning them up above your head. Looking at him, you met his red eyes, keeping his gaze, he leaned down and caught your lips. Kissing you deeply, he moved to your jaw, then down to your neck. As he sucked and nibbled your neck, the sensations shot down your body. Heaving out some heavy breaths, Bakugou soon moved down your neck, going for your collarbone. With every movement, Bakugou brought your hands down with him. Finally reaching to the middle of your chest, the boy released your hands, bringing his to your waist, gripping at you to bring you closer. You moaned as the kisses went down your sternum. Bakugou’s hand moved up from your waist, going up and under your back. Feeling him going for the back of your bra, you arched your back, nervousness seeping into your chest. Feeling your nervousness, Bakugou pulled back to look at you, his face more flushed, “Trust me.” He whispered to you. You licked your lips then bit at your lower lip, giving him a small nod. At your nod, the boy leaned in to kiss you, continuing with his movements to remove your bra. Unclipping the back with small difficulty, the boy brought down the straps from your shoulders and slipped your bra off. Leaning back to look at you, a shiver went through his body, his face pink, but his ears and neck red. Moving your hands to rub up his chest, you titled your head, “Just going to stare?” you asked teasingly. At that, the boy grinned widely, sitting up to slingshot your bra across the room somewhere. You laughed at this, and the boy swooped in to steal kisses from you, “You’re an idiot.” You giggled. The boy put his hand through his hair, pushing it back again, “Your idiot.” He said. You grinned bashfully, looking away, “You’re such a dork!” you laughed. Bakugou leaned in close to you, whispering into your ear, “Your dork.” He said, then bit your ear. You moaned out, gripping onto his shoulders. The both of you slowly getting into a rhythm, kissing and touching. Things started to get a bit more serious. After leaving so many marks on your body, and you some on him, Bakugou tugged at your panties, sliding them off and throwing them over his shoulder. You blushed like crazy, but you were too excited to get too shy. Bringing the boy down to continue kissing, you lifted your leg, brushing up against Bakugou’s bulge. The boy flinched, groaning as he trembled. You grinned, continuing to rub against his bulge, the boy trembling and heavily breathed. He glared down at you, “Don’t tease me.” He said. Sliding his hands down your stomach, his fingers slipped under your panties. You flinched and gasped as the boy's fingers played around, feeling the wetness. He watched you, “You’re really wet.” He pointed out. You flushed and covered your face with your hands, panting uncontrollably from pleasure. Bakugou played with your entrance, before finally slipping two fingers in. Feeling this you moaned out, reaching one hand away from your face to grab his arm. The boy pushed his fingers in and out of you, a slow pace at first, but then increasing with each thrust. Hearing your moans, the boy took this as a good sign, he moved his hands slightly so that his palm was flush against your clit. The movement of his fingers causing his palm to stimulate your clit. You continued to moan, the pleasure making your head fuzzy. Soon, after a bit more touching and kissing, Bakugou leaned back, undoing his pants, and letting his bulge free. You blushed seeing it, your lowers throbbing intensely. Bakugou was breathing heavily as he moved your legs to either side of himself, getting your hips close to him. You felt him rub his hot member against your wet entrance, making your body tremble in anticipation. Bakugou looked down at you, “Ready?” he asked, almost out of breath himself. You looked at him, your body still trembling, nodding at him. The boy trembled himself, positioning himself, then with a few calming breaths, pushed himself into you, as slowly and gently as possible. You flinched, arching your back, hands flying to grip the bed sheets and Bakugou’s shoulders as you moaned out. The boy trembled and groaned, looking down at you, “You okay?” he asked. You nodded through your moans, “Yes..!” you moaned in response. Bakugou groaned again, feeling your tightness on him, “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” He breathed. Continuing, you could feel that it did hurt, but not too badly, more like a tight stretching sensation. As Bakugou set a steady pace, you moaned and gripped him, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. The boy blinked down at you, reaching over to wipe your tears away with his thumb. Feeling his hand, you pushed into his hand, enjoying his gentle touch. The pain slowly subsided, and all you could feel was pleasure. Bakugou leaned down to kiss you, fastening the pace. You moaned into his ear as he leaned his head against your shoulder as he thrust into you. Bakugou groaned, “I’m close..” he groaned into your ear. Your legs tightened around him, “Me too..!” you breathed. The boy leaned back, grabbing your hips, he started to thrust into you harder and faster. You moaned louder, the pleasure clouding your embarrassment. Hearing your cries of pleasure, the boy went even faster. You felt as if your vision was blurring from the pleasure, feeling your body temperature rise, and tingling. With a few more thrusts, Bakugou pushed you over the edge, making you cry out. Feeling your release, Bakugou leaned down feeling your fingers digging into his back, causing the boy to also finish. After a few extra thrusts, the boy stopped, breathing heavily together. He soon pulled himself out of you, pulling a whimper from your lips. Shaking from loss of energy and ecstasy, the boy collapsed onto you. You hugged him close as you both breathed heavily together, holding each other through each other’s highs. You were happy, you would never regret this. It was awkward, sexy, and fun, it made you feel closer than you ever have with Bakugou. You could feel tears building up again, but you just gripped the boy tighter. Bakugou leaned his head up, staring at you as he wiped the tears away from your eyes, “You regretting it already?” he asked. You knew he was half joking, but it made you a little upset. You shook your head, “Never.” You looked him in the eyes. “I’m just really happy.” The boy smiled down at you, “Being all corny now, huh?” he teased. That made you chuckle, “Shut up, dork.” You laughed. Bakugou grinned at you and leaned down for a kiss. You hummed into the kiss, pulling him as close to you as possible.

-Chapter VI Fin-

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Hot damn 🥰🥰🥰

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I'D NEVER SAY NO TO U 🤚

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『♡』 18+ , healthy relationship, alcohol consumption, clubbing, grinding, twerking, friendly fun, making out w Mina, flirting, squirting, cum licking, cock sucking if u squint, finger sucking, light hair pulling, light choking, spitting in mouth, cum kisses, “good girl”, exhibitionism / voyeurism (if you squint), f!reader x katsuki bakugou

『♡』 was thinking about when my friend and I took turns spitting alcohol in one another’s mouth then kissed. Anyways this is a horny mess. Warning you now. IM a horny mess, fuck.

The club music is loud, you can hardly hear one another. It vibrates the floor and the tequila in your veins has you excited.

You start off with Kirishima, who whoops and hollers and catches your hips while you grind. You roll your hips in a circle, too tiny skirt coming up a little and flashing panties. Sweat beads on the back of your neck and you flip your hair to the side. Ignoring your massive hoop earrings getting stuck in your hair, you look back over your shoulder with a grin.

His hands are thick and large, where they lightly rest over the curve of your hips. He avoids touching too much. You thank him for that, but wish he’d be a little rougher.

Mina jumps in front of you and starts throwing it in a circle. Her ass presses into you and she bounces. Skimpy shorts show off pink ass cheeks and fishnets. She giggles loud enough you can hear it over the music. It’s hot, she’s hot, he’s hot. But you know what’s hotter? Katsuki.

And then you’re thirsty, horny, and on a mission. Everything seems amazing, the world feels like this is what life is about. One of those moments that makes you feel higher on life than just about anything else.

Mina takes over and Eijirou takes it upon himself to pull your skirt down enough to cover more of your ass. He gives a light tap to the fat there and gets close to your face, giving you a toothy smile.

He says something over the music and you don’t know what anything was. Except “good luck”.

Your beautiful, tall and strong boyfriend stands off to the side with Kaminari. They chat idly and you make your way to him, weaving through the crowds of people. Thank fuck you wore flat shoes and not heels today.

When you arrive he’s giving you a quick kiss, asking if you had fun, and you nod feverishly. Wordlessly you point to the drink in his hand and take a sip.

“Yuck! Wha’s this?” You whine, confused. Your features scrunch as if you’ve sucked on a lemon.

“Henny n’ coke baby.” Katsuki laughs and Kaminari raises his matching drink.

Katsuki looks edible- all tanned muscle and winks. You don’t blame all the women that have come up and attempted to dance with him. Comfortable black slacks and half unbuttoned, see through, Lacey top. You picked this for him, knew you wanted to see his body whenever you could. And the chain around his neck shines a little brighter against the club lights.

The song changes, less EDM and more so rap. You squeal, taking another sip of his drink and handing the rest to Kaminari.

Katsuki cocks a brow and Kaminari let’s out a laugh, knowing what’s coming. You grab at his wrist and leave a wet kiss to his lips. Throwing a wink to him, you stick your tongue out.

You push him toward an open chair, one of the few sitting in a corner and he falls back with a ‘oomph. He looks at you with wild, cherry eyes and Kaminari watches from the distance with a grin.

Katsuki’s on cloud nine, alcohol making him braver than he’s ever been and ridding him of his nerves. His cock stirs in his pants at the sight of you.

You plop your ass onto his crotch and grind, bouncing your hips up and down in rhythm. Something comes over you and you bounce on his lap like you’re riding his cock, making a kissy face toward Denki.

Katsuki throws his head back and grips on the fat of your hips, watching your mini skirt ride up and put your thong back on display. You turn to face him, rubbing his chest with your hands and rolling your body. Your knees are situated on either side of him, and you bounce your tits.

He wills himself not to fuck you in the club. Begs himself to show restraint, despite seeing the wet spot on your panties.

Your tongue slides over the seam of your lips, proving yourself back so that the back of your knees hangs over the chair. He watches you, steadying your excited movements with firm hands.

His cock presses into your ass and his eyes meet yours. Cherry eyes consume you, making you wild, and you lean back and flip off the chair.

First he panics, but when he sees your head pop back up and you smile, he laughs a little. He stands at that, bending you over and letting you twerk and grind against his cock in front of everyone. He nods to Denki, who heads over and hands him his drink swiftly.

The blond hunk you’ve got your ass pressed to takes a sip and gyrates his hips into yours. You snap back up and turn, shoving your tongue in his mouth. Your sparkly gloss smears onto the corners of his mouth and he licks into you.

When you pull back for breath, he uses a thumb to wipe some of it off your face and gives you a wink. Denki still stares, gobsmacked, cock growing hard in his pants at the sight before him.

Eijirou and Mina make their way over with another set of drinks and you take a nice, long swig. The pink haired girl grins and pulls you in for a kiss, earning a low whistle from Eijirou and a couple swears from the two blondes.

She tastes sweet, like vodka and orange juice, and her lips are plush. You make note to run off to the bathroom for a makeup touch up later. But that thought is shoved down when her hands reach around to snake up your skirt. She grips at the flesh there and leaves a firm smack. Her tongue is long and it explores, sending shivers down your spine and making your clit pulsate in your panties. Your hips kick and she grins into your mouth, pulling back with a string of spit. A choked noise leaves one of the men in the group.

“Can he spit my drink in my mouth?” She whispers, inches from your lips.

You nod, pulling away and sending him a wink. She practically bounces toward him and gets in front of him, back turned. The music vibrates your bones and soothes the ache in your tummy. Katsuki hands his drink to Eijirou and grabs hers out of her hand.

Eijirou groans out a “me next” and Denki a “me third “.

She does a little twerk on him and he grabs her by the throat. You watch as your boyfriend uses a large, rough hand to position her just right. Her mouth hangs open and she closes her pretty eyes. He brings her drink to his swollen lips, sucking through the straw.

Then he swishes it in his mouth and your pussy throbs at what he does next. He’s spitting it in her mouth, not letting her come up to breathe properly until she swallows. And god you have got to be next on the list.

Her eyes roll back and she licks her lips. You’re on your way over to Katsuki, excited, tipsy, and much too in love with that idea. God bless Mina, the kinky bitch.

The other two take their turns and it shows what they’re like in bed, too. Denki is sweet about it, takes his time, sends her off with a wink and a light tap to the jaw with his hand. And Kirishima? Fuck. He has Denki give him the drink, holding it up. His other arm holds her close to his chest and he hovers his mouth right over Hers and spits. Before she can protest, his thumb is in her mouth and he’s telling her to suck.

People whistle and holler, a group of girls make a moaning sound and one of them yells a “god when will that be me” over the music.

And you’re all sucking down glasses of water and pouring an electrolyte mix in to avoid hangover next. Only to go grab another drink, something that’ll leave you all just a little hornier and on edge.

Katsuki and you find yourselves desperately yanking clothes off at the end of the night. The Uber pulls off and you make sure Mina, Denki, and Eijirou got to their shared destination safe. And then something comes over Katsuki that you’ve never seen before.

It isn’t jealousy, not by a long shot. His cock is leaking precum when you pull it out and he’s gasping, pushing his tongue further into your mouth.

You quickly make it to the bed, still in your shirt and thong, and him in just the goddamned button up. And he’s got you bent over, pressed into the mattress, thong pulled to the side. and fucking you so hard you’re high.

“Yeah? You liked them watching you rub on my cock huh?” He gasps, face numb. A pink tongue licks over puffy lips and he leans forward to anchor his hand in your hair. It stings but he isn’t pulling, just gripping hard enough for you to know he’s got you.

His cock is so thick, filling you to the brim and then some, and you whine out agreements. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth and he brings his head closer to yours. His hips stop moving and you whimper, pushing yourself back on him desperately.

“You wanted to suck Eijirou, didn’t you baby?” Katsuki rasps, licking and sucking below your ear.

Your pussy squeezes and it gives him his answer. He drops his hand in your hair, bringing one around and under your panties to rub circles on your clit. The other, he brings up to spit on the tips of his middle and forefinger before he shoves them in your mouth. You keen, squeezing harder and sucking on his fingers.

“Look at this, such a good, good girl for me. Come on pretty, tell me what you want.” He mutters, willing himself to stay still. His fingers are removed from your mouth and you frantically start begging for him to move.

But he doesn’t, he continues rubbing lazy circles and his hand wraps around your throat. He squeezes lightly, just enough to make you dizzy and float. And then he stops, and does it again, and then he just holds it there. Let’s you know that he could if he wanted to.

“What do you say?” He demands, more than asks, and his lips tingle.

His throat is dry, tongue heavy, watching you try to fuck yourself on his cock. But you can’t, it won’t work the same without him doing it. And he knows that.

“Fuck- oh god fuck- please, please, please!”

Your fingers dig into the sheets and spit covers his hand. He removes his fingers from your pussy, where they originally rubbed, and he sucks the taste of you off of them and moan. He throws his head back and slams into you.

You shake, spongey spot being bullied by the head of his cock. Your thong is ruined, no double stretched out. Pussy juice slicks down your thighs and froths at the base of his cock. He pulls his hand off your throat, sitting back on his knees, where he spits where his cock meets your pussy. It’s dirty, and he watches you clench around him, sucking him in.

Your pussy squelches, spewing clear juice all over the bed and you praise him like he’s fucking god. Begging him not to stop, to stop, to keep going, harder. Faster. And then he rubs your clit back and forth, up and down, making the squirt spray everywhere.

Something in you snaps and your body goes taut and then limp, your eyes rolling back as you just lay there and take it. And he pulls out, flipping you over and crawling forward.

You watch in awe as your boyfriend, with a face burning peachy and coral tones, fucks into his fist over your face. You open your mouth and he sinks his cock in, just a little, and pulls out again. You reach a hand up, wrapping around the base. There you move, licking at the head of his cock to taste yourself and the precum off of it.

He cums a minute later, all over your pretty lips, where he promptly licks at. He suckles on your bottom lip and spits some of his cum back into your mouth. You greedily accept, swallowing it down with a giggle.

It takes a few moments for you both to collect yourself. And then you’re grabbing the bottle of water beside the bed and taking turns chugging. The Gatorade is next, before you head off to the bathroom. He licks his thumb and wipes some of the cum off of your face, sucking it off of his finger.

Then, you’re brushing your teeth and butt ass naked, showering sloppily. The clock on your nightstand reads 5:08 am and you sigh into his chest when you finally lay down for sleep. He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Eijirou and Mina are going to love hearing these stories tomorrow.

[crushmeeren]

♡ Bakugou/Kirishima/Fem Reader

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+

♡ Master List Link

Warnings; angst/comfort, vaginal sex, blow jobs, kissing, jealous/possessive Bakugou & Kirishima, cursing, bit of degradation, cream pie, mentions of being nauseous,

Note; I’m currently in the process of re-editing this entirely, so it may read and look funky until I’m done!

You lean your elbows on the bar top in front of you, causally moving your head from side to side. Taking a moment you study your environment. The flashing lights are fucking blinding you. The base of the music is loud enough you can feel it rattling your rib cage. It’s a lot, and as you wait on your next shot, you think this may have been a mistake. All you wanted was to drink a bit, dance with your boyfriends, and head home before it’s too late. As this bullshit usually goes, that isn’t what happens.

You look down as you notice the bartender place your shot in front of you. You nod in thanks wrapping your fingers around the small glass. Standing up, you raise the liquid to your lips. You throw your head back as you down the shot. It’s gross. It threatens to come right back up— so you swallow fast, nose scrunching in disgust. It’s a lemon drop, which isn’t the worst, but it’s still alcohol.

Regardless of the sweetness, it still burns, making your stomach swirl nauseously. It tastes like an alcohol wipe and you shiver. Sitting the shot glass on the wooden counter top, you turn around and scan the room for your boyfriends, back leaning against the bar. It’s hard to see in the dimly lit, crowded room. You can feel your cheeks heat up, from the alcohol and from the atmosphere. The air is thick with the warmth radiating from all the dancing bodies.

You step away from the bar, standing on your tip toes for a second. You curse, because you’re too short and there’s too many damn people in here. You can’t spot the red head or the blonde anywhere. A flash of irritation runs through you and your lip tugs into a sneer. You think that it shouldn’t be so hard to find two men with such outrageous hair. To be fair, you are a little tipsy, that may be impeding your search a bit.

You step further away from the bar and you sway slightly, hand shooting out to grip the bar stool next to you. Okay, maybe you’re more tipsy than you thought. You let out a irritated huff, the alcohol fueling your frustration. It makes your skin feel hot and itchy as you remember the argument you had with Katsuki. The three of you had already been here an hour, truly on your way to being buzzed when you started arguing.

Which had resulted in you stomping off to the bar alone. Their protests had fallen on deaf ears as you walked away, needing a moment to cool off before it turned into a shouting match. You know you’re being petty, plus this all happened less than 10 minutes ago. You can hear the blondes gravelly voice in your head, arguing with you about some dumb shit that happened at your hero agency today.

You know it’s highly logical that the two of you are just arguing because you’re all a bit drunk. That whatever happened wasn’t a big deal. A decent size part of you knows you just should find him and Eijirou and just dance until they’re both rock hard, squishing you in the middle of them. The other, larger, and more in charge part of your brain at the moment, thinks Katsuki can pound sand.

You laugh to yourself, even though it wasn’t funny. The thumping music is making your head pound in time with the beat. You gradually start to make your way towards the area of the bar where it seems everyone is dancing in their own worlds. Against your better judgement, being stubborn as fuck, you’ve decided you don’t need either of the boys, you can dance alone.

You reach the edge of the crowd, seeing everyone woven together and you start to squeeze your way into the sea of people. The further in you get, the more you sweat. Material of your clothing sticking to your chest and back. Your only saving grace is that you’re wearing a mid thigh length, tight, black dress. So your legs can breathe and it’s short sleeved so you have some sort of air flow up top.

You look around, feeling just drunk enough that you have a pleasurable buzz. Luckily, you haven’t started slurring yet and you can still walk. Maybe not a straight line, but you can walk nonetheless. They call it liquid courage for a reason, because you feel no fear as you start to sway along to the beat. Elbow to elbow with the strangers around you.

There’s about five centimeters of space between you and everyone else. It’s one giant pile of bodies. So you don’t really notice when someone slides up behind you, until their chest is pressed right up against your back. Whoever it is is trying to dance with you. You jolt, your eyes fly open. Fuck, you hadn’t even realized you closed them. You assume it’s one of your boyfriends, forgetting you were even mad at Katsuki in the first place. God, you really hope it’s the blonde, you’re yearning to dance with him. Besides, who else would be so bold to get that close to you?

An unbearably warm arm wraps around your waist. A hand splayed on your belly and you’re yanked back into the chest of the person behind you. It dawns upon you, with frightening sobriety, that the arm wrapped around you does not belong to either of your boyfriends. Your expression twists, your heart kicks into overdrive as a chill runs down your spine. You curse internally, already pushing to get out of the iron grip. Who the hell is this person?

Fuck, if they see you like this— you don’t want them to get the wrong idea. You look up, frozen in place. Not even five feet away, standing there with a look on his face that could strike fear into the heart of God, is Katsuki. You make eye contact with him, his scarlet eyes wild, glassy from being tipsy. His face is twisted, lip pulled into a cutting sneer and his hands are curled into fists at his sides. You quickly look at Eijirous face, and god, his expression is worse than the blondes.

His face..he looks betrayed. Eyes filled with hurt, a frown marring his usually cheerful expression. A whirlwind of anxiety and guilt hits you in the chest and your hands start to shake. You take a step forward in their direction immediately. It had only been about 15 seconds since the random asshole pressed up behind you. It felt like much longer.

As soon as you were about to turn around to make sure it was Katsuki or Eijirou, is when you realized the arm belonged to a fucking stranger. It’s like steel around your middle as your forward motion is halted. You look down, stunned to see the stranger has the audacity to keep holding onto you. You clearly don’t want this, wiggling to get away.

You turn your eyes back to your boyfriends, pleading, reaching out a hand in their direction. Katsuki’s cheeks turn blood red with anger. He’s at your side in an instant. He grips your outstretched hand and rips you out of the strangers unwelcome grip. You yelp, stumbling into his chest before turning around in Katsuki’s hold.

You press your back against him, desperate to feel his warmth, and you take a look at the guy who was holding you. It’s some random, younger guy, who you’ve never seen before and you feel a bit ill. You feel a woosh of air and then Katsuki is in the mans face in less than a second. Fisting the front of random guys shirt.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Katsuki yells, voice rough, but he’s loud enough to be heard over the blaring music. He clenches his jaw. The other man puts his hands up in surrender, smirking mockingly, almost laughing at him. At this point you notice a presence looming behind you. Turning your head, you notice Eijirou has joined the party. He lays a large hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, stepping up just behind him.

The man’s face drops when he sees Eijirous large form, an unwavering rock, standing behind Katsuki. You haven’t seen the red head look this terrifying for a long time. You shift on your feet nervously. His face is blank, except his eyes. They’re icy. The guy starts to stutter. You’re watching all this unfold, eyes flitting back and forth between Katsuki’s red cheeks and Eijirou’s murderous gaze. You want to feel like you’re helping, so you lace your fingers with Katsuki’s free hand to help keep him grounded. The blonde squeezes harshly in return.

“H-hey! No harm guys! I didn’t know she was your girl,” the guy stammers, stepping back. Katsuki, to your extreme surprise, lets the man go. You notice the muscle in his jaw twitching. If you weren’t so on edge, you would laugh at the fact that there’s a burn print on the front of said guys shirt. The blonde stays quiet, Eijirou keeping a steady hand on Katsukis shoulder, anchoring him in place.

“You better leave while you can. You’re lucky I’m holding him back,” Eijirou threatens, voice cold and low. Yet you can all still hear his voice cutting through the music. The man pales, nods once, and disappears into the crowd. It leaves the three of you alone. It’s awkward for a second and the realization makes you want to cry.

You hear an angry noise leave Katsukis mouth as he yanks his hand from your grip. He shrugs Eijirous hand off his shoulder, turning to look at you with burning eyes. The action punches the breath from your chest, it stings. A cold feeling trickles into your belly. You open your mouth to try to explain to him, but nothing comes out. Frantically you try to step closer but he gives you a searing look and turns to stomp off from the crowd. The back of your eyes sting with tears. You take in a stuttering breath, feeling your heart squeeze watching him leave. Quickly, you look to Eijirou, moving towards him. You grip his forearm.

“Eiji, please, I wasn’t dancing with that guy! It was two seconds and then I realized it wasn’t either of you and I was going to push him away. That’s when you guys saw me! I swear!” you choke out, voice watery. Tears well up in your eyes. This is not how you wanted this night to go. You can feel your whole arm shaking as you dig your nails into his flesh. He glances at where your fingers bite into his skin. He tries to give you a reassuring smile, but it comes out too tight, his eyebrows are pinched. Anxiety twists your stomach. He holds up a hand when he sees you’re about to speak again.

“I know, I know you weren’t baby. Just—please, not here? I’m sure Kat is already outside, about to blow something up. So can we just talk at home?” Eijirou pleads, voice lined with frustration. You swallow around the lump in your throat, dropping your hand from his arm. You nod once, feeling numb.

Eijirou turns from you and walks out of the crowd, presumably to find Katsuki. You feel the ugly emotion of hurt migrate to your belly, it makes bile burn in the back of your throat. Your heart still pounds, fingers trembling as you wring them together. You watch Eijirou walk away. Hot tears spill over your lashes, tracking down your cheeks. You sniffle, wiping your tears with your hands, heart in a vice. They didn’t even wait for you.

It was a long, silent, ride home in your Uber. You trail behind the other two, shuffling your feet on the way to your front door. You pretend the cracks in the sidewalk are interesting, eyes trained on the ground, following the boys by instinct. It’s still humid outside, your palms damp as you lace your fingers together in front of you. You’re all sober at this point. Adrenaline from the previous situation flushing away the buzz.

It’s freaking you out though, that Katsuki still hasn’t said a word. Usually he’s spewing insults. He would be on a tangent about a guy like that. Yet, he’s quiet. Once you get inside you know you’ll have to talk, you can’t let this go on all night. It feels like this has been made into a much bigger deal than it needs to be. You stop at the door and wait for Eijirou to unlock it. He does, pushing it open and letting you and Katsuki go in first. He comes in last, shutting the door behind him and locking it. The blessed, cool air of your home chills your overheated skin. You sigh in relief.

You study the blonde, noticing he’s about to walk off towards your room. Before Katsuki can get far, you catch his wrist, wrapping your fingers delicately around the bone. He doesn’t move and you chomp into your lower lip, nerves creeping down your spine.

“Kat, wait please. I swear baby I wasn’t dancing with that guy. I thought it was one of you. It was only a few seconds before I realized it wasn’t and I was trying to get away when you saw me,” you explain, voice wobbly, fingers tightening. You hear Katsuki let out a sigh, shoulders sagging. He turns back around to face you and you let go of his wrist. His expression, it looks like he’s fighting with himself. You’re hopeful, when after a few seconds the sharp edges of his expression smooth out. Your heart skips a beat when you feel his calloused hand come up to cradle your cheek. You lean into the heat of his palm, nose nuzzling slightly at his wrist.

“I know, I wanted to punch that motherfuckers lights out. I believe you, I’m not mad at you pretty thing,” Katsuki murmurs, voice low and gravelly. His eyes are gentle as he runs a thumb over your cheekbone. You chuckle, knowing this is his version of an apology for overreacting. You, undeniably, melt into his hands. He always has that effect on you.

“I wish you would have,” you joke lamely, small smile appearing on your lips. Katsuki smirks, eyes full of mirth. You hear Eijirou’s cute laugh ring out from behind you. You feel a tug in your chest and you yearn to see him. You turn out of the blondes hold, gazing softly at Eijirou. He’s standing a few feet behind you, arms crossed over his chest. He’s grinning brightly again, watching the two of you interact.

Eijirou’s sharp teeth are on display. You adore the way he smiles. You take in his grin and a warm, comforting feeling builds up in your chest. You can’t hold back as you throw yourself at the red head. He immediately opens his arms to catch you, eyes widening in surprise. Your arms snake around his waist and he wraps you up by the shoulders, hugging you tight. You bury your face in his chest, feeling his squishy cheek rest on the top of your head.

“I’m so sorry Ei! I know I hurt your feelings, but I swear I would never touch anyone but the two of you,” you promise, voice muffled in Eijirou’s broad chest. You feel a chuckle vibrate through his chest and your head raises, gaze leveling with his. He frames your face with his hands, eyes bright and full of love. He coos at you.

“It’s alright, my sweet baby girl. I know you wouldn’t. Besides,” he purrs, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I wouldn’t let anyone put their hands on you. You’re ours, aren’t you? Pretty girl,” Eijirou murmurs, voice soft and sweet. You inhale sharply, arousal hitting you like a freight train. Warmth pools in your belly, sending a shiver down your spine. A side effect of his low, soothing rumble. You squirm, hugging him tighter, feeling the heat from his chest through both your shirts.

“Yes of course, I only belong to the two of you,” you reply slyly, knowing it’ll rile up both men. Katsuki is immediately behind you, lean body pressed up against your back. Their figures make you feel small where you stand between them. It makes your pussy throb. The air between the three of you is starting to blaze. You know they can feel it too when Eijirou lets go of your face, resting his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them briefly. Katsuki’s hair tickles the back of your neck and then his lips are on your ear. He flicks his tongue out and runs it along your earlobe. A low moan escapes your throat in return.

“You belong to us huh? Glad to hear you know your place, kitten. Mm, maybe you wanted us to see you dancing with that guy. Make us jealous. So that when we got home, we could remind you who you belong to. Isn’t that right Ei?” Katsuki whispers, breath dancing over your skin. A shiver runs down your spine and they both press closer, leaving no space for you to move. You watch Eijirou’s expression turn heated, lustful. A pretty pink blossoms on his cheeks at Katsuki’s words. He bites his bottom lip and tilts his head slightly, eyes piercing as he speaks.

“You know what? I think you’re right Kit Kat. Our sweet girl just wanted to be put back into her place all along. You want us to show you who owns you baby?” he teases, voice sweet like candy. He tickles his fingers down your arms, giving you goosebumps. You swallow, feeling like cotton balls are lining your throat. Your hands have come up to rest on the red heads chest. You’re so turned on now, breath coming out a bit faster. Your pussy clenches around air, rhythmically.

“Fuck, yes, show me you two own me. I want it. After tonight, I want to forget the feeling of that guys hands,” you whine, pressing your ass back into Katsuki’s pelvis. His half hard cock pushes into your lower back and he lets out a groan. His large hands grip your hips from behind and he bites a kiss into your neck. You yelp, a sharp flash of pain radiates up to your jaw, feeling his teeth dig in. He lets go, a soft huff, which you think is a laugh, touches your skin. It tickles.

“Sound good to you red?” Katsuki ask more smugly than you can ever recall hearing him.

“More than good Kat,” he laughs, bouncing lightly on his feet. You glance down at Eijirou’s waist, seeing he’s already hard, thick cock straining against his jeans. The want you feel is blistering, skin entirely too hot. Katsuki snickers meanly and lets go of your waist, backing away. Your back feels cold and then Eijirou lets go too, taking away all of your heat. You whine, pushing out your lower lip to Eijirou, knowing you can get him to give you what you want. As usual, he’s unable to resist your pout. He steps back up to you. You can physically feel Katsuki’s eyes roll from behind you.

“What is it baby girl?” Eijirou coos, voice airy. He’s unable to stop himself from placing a hand on the back of your neck, tilting your head up. You bat your lashes at him slowly.

“Carry me please?” you plead, reaching your arms up to him. You hear Katsuki snort from behind you. Eijirou giggles, immediately bending down, waiting. You jump up, securing your legs on his waist, arms tangled around his neck as he stands up straight, holding your thighs. He strides forward, walking towards your bedroom, winking at Katsuki when he passes by. The blonde raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t be like that Kat, I know you would’ve carried her if she asked,” he comments , grinning at the blonde. Katsuki rolls his eyes, but he grins coyly, knowing he would in a heartbeat. You stick your tongue out at Katsuki playfully over Eijirous shoulder as you get further away. Katsuki smirks wickedly at you, eagerly following along. He’ll show you who you belong to alright.

The low overhead light of your room casts them in a soft yellow light. They’re making you watch. They’re teaching you a lesson, you suppose. You try not to show how much you’re enjoying it. You’re all naked now, clothes scattered on the floor. Everyone’s piled on the bed. They’ve got you sitting on your calves, facing them. You have a perfect side view of Katsuki sucking down Eijirous cock. It’s not fucking fair and you can feel your pussy pulsate, slick lips gliding together every time you shift your thighs. A low heat warring in your belly.

You decide to let Eijirou’s pretty face take away the attention from your aching cunt for now. The red head’s cheeks are a soft pink color. He bites his bottom lip, watching his cock disappear over and over in Katsuki’s wet, velvety, warm mouth. His dick pulses, knowing they have your undivided attention and you can’t do anything but sit and admire the view. Watching Eijirou’s smug expression makes your mouth dry. It’s unbearable, how hot they are together, you struggle to keep still. They’ve decided you can’t touch yourself or them—yet. You want nothing more than to trail a hand down and rub circles into your clit. You try to distract yourself from the strong urge to tug the blonde off Eijirou’s cock and get him to make out with you over the red heads leaking tip. Instead you let your eyes roam Katsuki’s form, taking extra time to admire the perky swell of his ass.

Your hand twitches, wanting to smack the shit out of Katsukis pale flesh, to leave your handprint there. You watch as your boyfriend lays on his belly, between the red heads large thighs. He’s resting the weight of his forearms and hands on Eijirous legs. He shallowly rubs his cock against the mattress beneath him. It makes you want to roll him over and swallow his cock until he cries.

He’s easily bobbing his head up and down on Eijirou’s thick dick. He looks like a fucking pro. Which, he always excels at everything he does. Sucking cock is no exception. It makes your clit ache listening to the sounds Eijirou let’s out, they’re undeniably sinful. You find yourself unable to take your eyes off Katsukis stretched, red lips, making Eijirou’s cock vanish into his mouth. You just know the blonde is enjoying putting on a show for you. His nails bite into Eijirou’s skin. If you didn’t know better you’d think he was smirking.

The thought causes a flash of irritation to shoot through you and you really start to get frustrated, as your pussy fucking aches to be filled by one of them. It clenches around air continuously. You know if you ran a finger over your pussy it would come back drenched.. It has your hands clenching tightly into fists.

You watch the hand Eijirou has laced through the blondes hair tighten, as his head tilts further back on the pillow. A sweet, low moan spills from his lips when Katsuki’s pink tongue pokes out to massage at his cock, as he swallows Eijirou whole. You let out a whine, your clit throbs and it starts to hurt. Your belly is twisted tight, blistering arousal pooling at the base of your spine. You’re contemplating on complaining, breaking their rules, when the red head speaks.

“Baby girl,” Eijirou calls you, moaning softly. You reluctantly tear your gaze away from Katsuki’s hot mouth, head quickly turning to meet Eijirou’s eyes. You take in the even darker shade of flush on his cheeks and chest. You squirm, uncomfortably aroused as you meet his gaze.

“Yes Eiji?” you ask, voice strained. He hums, listening to the way you sound and he smiles coyly at you. Your skin burns when he speaks next.

“Enjoying the show? It feels so good, ya know. Kat’s warm mouth. It’s amazing. Bet ya wish he was eating your pussy, don’t you? Too bad you were such a bad girl tonight,” he says meanly, smirking, as he tilts his head on the pillow to look at you better.

You hear Katsuki moan around Eijirou’s cock in some form of agreement and Eijirou laughs brightly. His hair has fallen from its spiky style, splayed around his head on the pilllow. You love when his hair is down, easier to pull on. Embarrassment radiates through you, cheeks heating up and your lower lip trembles. You don’t know how Eijirou is able to keep a steady voice.

“N-no, I’m fine,” you pout, remaining stubborn, crossing your arms over your chest. Eijirou raises an eyebrow, clearly not believing your lie. Katsuki pulls off the red heads cock with a pop, letting it slap wetly against Eijirous lower belly. Eijirou lets go of the blondes hair and you look at Katsuki, who has a catlike grin on his face.

All you want in that moment is to shove your tongue down Katsuki’s throat and get railed by Eijirou’s thick cock. You swallow, involuntarily, and study Katsuki as he sits up slowly. He crawls out from Eijirou’s legs, maneuvering until he gets to you and sits on your left side, his knees touching the outside of your thigh. When his skin brushes against yours, your heart rate speeds up.

His cock looks so hard it could cut diamonds. It stands up straight, twitching when he catches you looking. You notice his lips are swollen when he grins lopsidedly and you can’t keep looking at him. The sight makes your brain turn to mush. So you glance back over at Eijirou, to read his expression.

He’s sitting up now. Eijirou abandons his spot against the headboard and comes up to mirror Katsukis position, on your right side. Your heart pounds in your chest, feeling like it’ll break through your sternum. You can feel the warmth radiating from both boys and you feel a bit of nerves, waiting for what will come next. Katsuki makes the next move, leaning close, brushing his nose over the heated skin of you cheek before whispering in your ear. His lips tickle your earlobe.

“You sure about that? Because I think you’re lying, kitten,” he purrs, voice low and smooth. The feeling of frustration builds up in your chest again and it wants to force itself out of your throat. It pushes at your esophagus, clawing at the inside. You stave it off for now, biting your lower lip so hard it might split. You can’t help but lean into the blondes touch, wanting to rest your temple on his forehead and your eyes flutter. He apparently has other plans, because he only kisses your cheek briefly and leans back. You whine loudly, eyes snapping open. They both snicker, acting like bullies. It’s too hot.

“I just- I want,” you let out a frustrated noise, rubbing the tops of your thighs with sweaty palms. “I want my pussy to get filled,” you say quickly, face burning with sheer embarrassment. You don’t look at either of them now. Until you feel Eijirou’s pointer finger on your chin, forcing you to turn your head to face him. You look at him through your lashes and he grins, all sharp teeth, as he drops his finger.

“Mm, I don’t know pretty girl. Do you deserve to have that sweet little pussy stretched?” he mocks you, now running his hand up your inner thigh, teasing the sensitive crease of your leg next to your cunt. You twitch, eyes widening as he gets closer to your aching pussy. You feel hot, irritated, and unbearably horny.

“Yes Eiji! Please, oh my god, I swear I know who I belong to,” you beg, moaning when you feel Katsuki’s plush lips pressing soft kisses into your neck. You tilt your head slightly and his canines sink into your flesh. You squeal, hand shooting out to grip the blondes thigh, nails digging in. The sharp pain radiates up to your ear, edging on pleasure. He soothes his tongue over the angry flesh. You know there’s no way you can keep your hands to yourself anymore. Keeping one hand on the blondes thigh, you raise your other hand to tangle it in the soft red hair at the nape of Eijirou’s neck. His grin gets even wider and he has mercy on you, letting you tug on the strands. His fingers tease your outer pussy lips, playing with the soft pubic hair there. He tickles your skin and you groan, tilting your head back a bit. Your clit throbs but he ignores you and addresses Katsuki now.

“What do you think Kat? Have we tortured her enough? Think we should show her she belongs to us now?” he purrs, talking about you like you aren’t even there. It makes your blood pressure sky rocket. You grip Eijirou’s hair and he doesn’t even flinch. You huff, squirming in place and look over at Katsuki. He’s grinning wickedly, gazing into Eijirou’s eyes, very much looking like he’s in love.

“I’m feeling generous. Go on, Eijirou. Touch her, I know her pathetic pussy is begging for it,” he says condescendingly, glancing at you to wink. Your breath catches, watching Eijirou’s hand moving to the side slowly. He hovers over your cunt, stretching out the charged moment. You’re having a hard time not closing the gap and just thrusting your pussy into his hand. He leans he forehead against your temple as you tilt your head, watching his large hand.

Time seems to only exist here with the three of you. Atmosphere electric, making your blood rush. When Eijirou slides a finger between your folds, separating them and collecting the slick there, your mouth drops open. When he presses that finger against your clit, moving in slow circles, you choke on a scream. The relief makes you lightheaded, hot pulses of pleasure blistering through your limbs. You can feel Katsuki’s leg twitch under your hand.

“Eijirou, ooohh fuck, that’s so fucking good,” you sob, looking up into his ruby eyes. It forces his head back from your temple and you study his expression. His eyes are hooded, lazy grin tugging on his lips. You feel Katsuki’s groan vibrate through your shoulder. He’s resting his cheek there, watching Eijirou play with your pussy. You hear the schlick noise of the blonde pumping his own cock beside you. The sound almost kills you. It makes the smoldering heat in your belly blaze into an inferno. Your eyes flicker down to Eijirou lips. The red head tracks your movement.

“Please Eiji,” you whisper, groaning as his slippery fingers continue to circle your clit. He grants your wish, leaning in and pressing his pillowy lips against yours. They’re warm, the pressure is soft. One of his sharp teeth catches your bottom lip, like a pinprick. You love it. You kiss him like you’re starving, lips moving together over and over. It’s a messy kiss, trading saliva back and forth.

You whine sweetly into his mouth when you feel his fingers put more pressure on your clit, moving faster. He greedily swallows your noises and slips his tongue into your mouth easily. You let your tongues play together in between kisses. The sounds of Eijirou’s mouth on yours is making Katsuki’s cock throb repeatedly in his hand and he can’t take it anymore. His blood is on fire.

“Fuck, fuck this. I’m gonna fuck you now kitten. You can suck on Ei’s cock and let him fuck you after I’m done,” he growls, right next to your ear, tugging on your wrist forcing you to break the kiss. You gasp and immediately feel the red heads hand leave your clit. You don’t want him to stop, but you’d rather let Katsuki fuck you into the mattress. You let go of Eijirou’s hair and turn your head towards Katsuki.

“Yes, okay, show me who I belong to, please,” you say, breathless from the kiss. You hear the sounds of rustling sheets as Eijirou assumes his previous position, using pillows to prop up his lower back. He props up one leg and lets his thighs part for you. You stare at his cock. It’s resting on his belly, pink and flushed. Your mouth waters.

“Blow her back out Katsuki,” Eijirou says, sounding way too cheerful. Katsuki laughs, placing a hand on your back to get you moving. You feel a hot shiver roll down your spine from the words leaving Eijirou’s mouth. The gentle pressure of the blondes hand on you sets you into motion, you maneuver until you can settle in between the red heads thighs.

Once you sit on your calves, Katsuki pushes you forward with a large hand in the middle of your back. He’s rough about it and your hands flail out, catching yourself on Eijirou’s pecs. You blush, unable to help but love the way they’re treating you, almost like a toy. Eijirou smiles sweetly and in contrast to his expression, he takes the opportunity to grip both your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers, squeezing harshly.

“Katsuki!” you say warningly, moaning at the warm hands embracing your tits. They both ignore you, moving fast, because in the next second the blondes grabbing your hips and yanking you backwards. He moves you like a rag doll until your ass is propped in the air and you’re on your forearms. Face inches from the red heads thick cock. You hiss through clenched teeth when Katsuki’s palm rains down on your ass. He spanks you harshly. The flesh there heats immediately, pain flaring brightly. You look up at Eijirou, panting, cheeks red, and you notice he’s got a hand around the base of his cock. He’s pumping it slowly and watching your face intensely.

“Don’t whine. I know for damn sure you like being treated like this,” Katsuki says condescendingly, gripping both your ass cheeks and spreading them open. Cool air dances across your skin and you gasp, nuzzling your face into the crease of Eijirou’s thigh. It makes the red head groan throatily. His hand leaves his cock, threading through your hair and yanking your head up. His eyes are burning, face looking a bit more predatory.

“Tell Katsuki you love it baby girl. Ask him to fuck you and show you you’re ours,” he commands, low voice smoldering through you. You can’t really move your head, forced to make eye contact with Eijirou. So you speak.

“Kat, I love being treated like this, please fuck me baby, I love you,” you whine, fingers gripping the sheets below you. You hear the blonde laugh meanly. It feels like you’ve been shocked, jolting when the thick tip of Katsuki’s cock slips inside you easily. The small stretch is so fucking good, you moan, struggling to keep your eyes open and on Eijirou. The red heads mouth is open slightly, fingers tightening in your hair. His other hand grips the base of his shaft again, squeezing. It sends tingles of up his spine.

“That’s what I like to fucking hear kitten. I love you too, filthy girl. You’re gonna take my cock so well tonight,” Katsuki moans, steadily pressing his dick all the way in, until his hips are fit snugly to your ass. You whimper loudly, eyes fluttering shut at the delicious feeling and stretch of Katsuki’s cock. Your neck aches from being held in this position, at such an intense angle. The red head keeps you there as Katsuki starts to fuck you. He moves his hand up and down his cock leisurely, enjoying the show.

Katsuki digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips and sets a brutal pace immediately, making you cry out loudly with each movement. The drag of his cock along your walls creates a friction so delicious, it sends heatwaves of pleasure rolling through your limbs. Each thrust pushes you forward a little bit, forcing your hair to pull in Eijirou’s unrelenting grip.

The blondes calloused palms starts to press down on your lower back, bending you further so he can thrust deeper. Your eyes shoot open, howling when his dick starts to rail your g spot. It feels like a lightening strike, radiating to your toes each time he hits it. The hand in your hair tightens and you hear the sharp intake of breath from Eijirou.

“Katsuki! Oh fuck! E-Eiji, please, let me - ah fuck,” you squeal, trying to get Eijirou to let you suck his cock. His dick is right in front of your face and you desperately want to feel him stretch your throat. The red head already knows what you’re asking because he immediately lets go of your hair. Your scalp tingles in relief and your neck cracks when you stretch it. Eijirou uses the hand on his shaft to rub the tip of his cock over your lips, precum smearing. You let your hands rest on his thighs, leaning your weight on him. Your mouth opens obediently, tongue hanging out.

“Shit baby girl,” Eijirou laughs. “I get to have two pretty people suck on my cock tonight. Yet, you’re the one who deserves to choke on it,” he grins, devilish look on his face. He guides his cock into your slick, warm mouth and you meet him halfway. Letting the heavy weight of him rest on your tongue as you wrap your lips around the middle of his shaft.

You groan, sending shockwaves through his groin and you give him a quick, harsh suck. He cries out, letting go of his cock and tilting his head back. He grips the sheets, trying not to let his fingers harden and rip the material. His hips jolt upwards, Katsukis thrusts push you forward and his tip hits the back of your throat. You gag, pulling your head back to suck on his tip. Katsuki growls from behind you, pressing on your lower back more, nails biting your skin.

“That’s so fucking hot. Choke on Eijis cock, pretty kitty. She sucking your cock well, baby?” he coos to Eijirou, panting, watching your head bob up and down. The red head lets out a pretty moan and Katsuki marvels at the pleasure taking over Eijirous face. It forces the knot in his belly to wind up tightly, his cock throbbing. Eijirou pants, chest flushed as he rests a hand on the back of your head to guide you. He looks into the blondes eyes. The contact sends pleasure sparking down both their spines. Eijirou runs his free hand through his hair, brushing the sweaty strands off his forehead.

“Hell yeah baby, she’s such a good cock sucker. She knows she’s made just for us,” he says breathlessly, eyeing the way the blondes abs flex with every thrust. You dig your nails into Eijirous thighs until he yelps lightly. You should’ve known he wouldn’t let you get away that. In a heartbeat, he rests both hands on the back of your head and he shoves you down until your nose is nestled in his dark pubes.

His cock presses past your uvula, into your throat. It stretches and burns. You can’t breathe, eyes starting to tear up. Spit trails down from the sides of your mouth to his balls and your jaw aches. You’re whining loudly, feeling the building sensation of your orgasm start to pool in your lower belly as Katsuki continues to fuck you.

Eijirou takes notice, resting a hand on your cheek. He’s merciful and he lets you up, his cock easily slipping from your mouth. You gasp, swallowing air to ease the burn in your lungs. Eijirous cock slaps against his lower belly, glistening from your saliva. You lean forward, resting your forehead on one of his thighs. You’re letting out little ah’s with every thrust. Pussy starting to flutter around Katsukis cock, orgasm climbing to a peak.

“You’re about to cum aren’t you pretty kitty? You want Kat to make your pussy feel so good?” the red head asks, cooing at you and running the backs of his knuckles over your cheek. You raise your head to look up at him, eyes glassy. Eijirou likes to watch your face when you cum and you’re almost there. Pleasure swelling to an unbearably hot degree. “Yes! Kat please! Make me cum, make me cum baby. I wanna feel you cum inside of me,” you call out to him, jaw clenched so tight your teeth creak. You hear the blonde moan throatily. You feel his hips smack harshly into yours and you wail. The blunt head of his cock is kissing your cervix when Katsuki crushes you beneath him.

He lets his weight press onto your lower back. Your knees are barely holding you up at this point. It’s as if the blonde is trying to shove you through the mattress. You find a way to rest your cheek on Eijirous thick thigh, looking up and making eye contact with him. You can barely hold back your orgasm.

“God, you want me to fill you up? Claim you and mark you? Shit, I bet you want Eiji to paint your face at the same time,” he says, voice wrecked. His body is flushed, sweat gathering on his forehead. Eijirou seems intrigued by the idea, but his ultimate goal is to cum in your sweet pussy after Katsuki does, giving you sloppy seconds. His cock twitches against his belly in anticipation. Your eyes start to roll back as you clench all the muscles in your belly.

“No, no, want Eiji to fill me up too,” you choke out. Your words make Eijirou burn with want. You can hear Katsukis smirk when he speaks.

“Really? You want to feel Eijirous sloppy seconds? Let him cream pie you,” he says mockingly. Your belly swirls dangerously, his tone of voice forcing you to the edge, toeing the line. His sinful mouth ultimately sends you over the edge, pussy clenching like a vice around Katsukis cock. Your hearing gets fuzzy as your orgasm bursts. It’s like a water balloon, filled to its limit. It pops and the warm pleasure gushes through you. Toes curling, fingers tingling. You’re silent as your mouth opens in scream.

Katsuki almost chokes on the feeling of your silky, slick pussy suffocating his cock. He’s huffing out little growls and his hips are stuttering as he works you through it until your cunt releases him. He slows down just a little, savoring the moment right before he orgasms. His groin is tightening, he knows he’s about to cum.

Eijirou is stroking his own dick quickly, trying not to paint your face as he watches you cum. Your eyelids flutter as you come back down from your high. Eijirou is still waiting for your answer. Your limbs feel gooey but you make sure to maintain eye contact with him as you respond.

“Y-yes, need both of you,” you moan lowly, voice wrecked. Eijirou bites his lower lip, squeezing the base of his cock so he doesn’t cum. Katsuki starts yanking you back into his movements, unable to stop rambling. He feels his balls start to tighten up.

“Nasty little bitch, needing both your boyfriends to fill your pussy with cum. Double stuff you, right kitty?” he says mockingly. Before you get the chance to respond, he’s shoving himself all the way to the root inside of you, cumming hard. Pleasurable heat tingles up his spine and he shivers. The movement makes you yelp as your face is shoved into Eijirous hip. Katsuki lets out a high pitched moan as he lets ribbons of sticky, warm cum fill your pussy. Your heart pounds. You whine, nosing at the red heads hip bone.

“Fuck Kat, you stuffed her nasty little pussy didn’t you?” Eijirou teases, petting your hair gently. He’s still hard, cock twitching in his grip. Katsuki snickers, smacking your ass once, before pulling his hips backwards. He lets his his half hard cock slip out of you. He places his thumbs on the outside of your pussy, spreading you open.

He admires his cum dripping from your cunt and he hums approvingly. He slides one thumb through your folds, bringing up to massage your clit with his release. You whimper as his finger presses into your swollen clit. He laughs at your reaction before he lets go, crawling to sit on the right side of Eijirou. You let your knees collapse, laying on your belly and stretching your legs. Your entire body feels relaxed.

“Of course I fucking did Eiji. We’re reminding her who she belongs to aren’t we? You better fill her pussy with your sloppy seconds,” he says, pinching the fat of Eijirous thigh. The red head laughs, patting your cheek to get your attention. You raise your head from his thigh humming softly. Despite their aggressiveness tonight, they both want to make sure you can keep going.

“Can you keep going baby girl?” Eijirou asks gently, running his fingers over your cheek. You nod, pussy already clenching again at the thought of Eijirous thick cock. He always feels unbelievable. He’s a little thicker than Katsuki, but the stretch is what your dreams are made of. Not that the blonde doesn’t fuck you just as well, he absolutely does. Plus, Eijirou is always easier to take after you’ve let Katsuki fuck the hell out of you.

“Can you get up for me pretty baby?” Eijirou asks, sitting up. You groan in protest, elbows cracking as you push to sit up on your knees. The blonde to your side grabs your jaw and turns you to him, kissing you once quickly on the lips. Your cheeks burn form his attention. He raises an eyebrow, smiling sharply. He doesn’t say anything when he lets go of your face and Eijirou wraps his arms around your shoulders and rolls you both, until he hovers over you, getting between your legs.

“Eijirou,” you moan, hands gripping the pillow under your head. The larger man, grins, showing his teeth again, before placing a palm on the underside of your thighs, pressing your legs backwards into your chest. You’re effectively pressed in half, Katsuki humming in approval as he watches.

“What nasty girl? You ready for me to double stuff you?” Eijirou teases, eyes full of mischief. You whimper and nod, tightening your hold on the pillow. Your pussy is open for him, Katsukis cum trailing out of you. His dick throbs, knowing he won’t last long once his cock is swallowed in your tight cunt. He inches closer, letting his cock head line up with your hole. He presses in slowly, letting just the tip pop in. He chokes on a breath, letting out a soft whimper as your pussy sucks him in.

“Keep going, please Eiji,” you sob, wiggling under him. He can’t say no to such a sweat plea. He pushes forward, hissing as his whole cock is swallowed by your slick pussy. It’s even wetter with Katsukis cum inside. Eijirou thinks he may pass out when he starts with a teasing pull of his hips backwards, until just his tip remains.

You’re twitching, moaning in his grip. He can see Katsukis cum coating his cock as he fucks it back into you. His mouth hangs open at the filthy, lewd sight. Even with his slow start, you can’t help but feel overstimulated. Your pussy is puffy, swollen and each time his cock fills you, you whimper.

“Eiji, closer please,” you cry, releasing the pillow and reaching your hands out to him. You hear Katsuki snort from where he lounges next to you. You see he’s palming his cock and you stick out your tongue at him. He smiles fondly at you and you can’t help but grab his wrist and tug him closer as well.

He goes easily, letting go of his half hard dick. He props himself up on one elbow so his face is just above yours. He looks down, sticking his tongue back at you and you giggle. You feel Eijirou hook your knees over your elbows so he can bend to you, planting a hand on either side of you shoulders. Your eyes widen at the change of angle. It feels like he’s in your stomach and you quickly look back at his face. “You just want both your boys close while you get fucked, don’t you baby girl?” Eijirou teases, nuzzling his nose with yours. You nod your head, crying out as he starts to fuck you again. This position lets his chubby cock bully your g spot beautifully.

Your nerves are on fire, flames of pleasure shoot to your toes with each thrust. You feel Katsukis soft lips pressing kisses into your cheek as he snakes the hand from the elbows he’s leaning on under your head. He grips your hair tightly to keep you in place. You’re starting to sweat, hands resting on Eijirous shoulders.

“I like having both my boys pay attention to me at the same time,” you say shyly, feeling your cheeks turn pink. Your head jolts in Katsukis hold, scalp stinging as he holds your hair. You cry out, holding onto Eijirous forearms as he starts to thrust faster. They both seem to like the answer you give because Eijirou is leaning down to bite kisses into your chest, sharp teeth like pinpricks against your skin. Katsuki leans over you and presses his plush lips to yours.

You moan, kissing Katsuki messily, lips slick and tongues playing together. You groan into the blondes mouth when you feel Eijirou littering your chest with dark marks. You suck on Katsukis bottom lip, chomping on it harshly before letting go. The blonde breaks your kiss with a sweet moan. Your eyes are hooded, letting out little ah sounds over and over again as Eijirou fucks you. Katsuki admires your flushed cheeks, leaning down to lick the salty sweat off your collarbone. He moans at your taste. You inhale sharply, his warm tongue making your clit twitch.

“Fuck you’re hot, are you gonna cum again you nasty little bitch?” Katsuki teases, smirking down at you. Your eyes flutter shut, Eijirou is trailing kisses up to your neck. He kisses your pulse point and pants against your skin. His breath is hot. You wind your arms around his neck, holding him to your chest. He’s starting to get really close really fast. The hug of your sweet pussy is so fucking good and his balls start to tighten up, heat flaring at the base of his spine.

“Yes-fuck! I’m gonna, hah oh god, I’m gonna cum again,” you choke out, pussy fluttering around Eijirous thick cock. Katsuki uses his free hand to tickle your lower abdomen, placing two fingers on your puffy clit. You see stars when he rubs tight, fast circles into your bud, making your toes curl, thighs tensing. You curse loudly.

“Red,” Katsuki calls out softly. Said red head raises his head from your neck, giving Katsuki a dopey smile. You let go of his shoulders, gripping his forearms again instead. Katsuki pauses his fingers as he smirks, leaning closer to him and he slides their lips together. You whine in protest, Katsuki takes the hint, continuing to rub your clit.

Eijirou moans, kissing Katsuki hungrily. You watch them kiss, seeing quick flashes of their tongues, and it makes your pussy throb repeatedly around the red heads cock. The blonde kisses him once more before leaning back. Eijirous head falls forward. His hips smack into your ass wetly, steadily. You’re being pushed into the mattress again and again. You’re so close, coil wound tightly in your belly. Katsukis fingers rapidly bringing you to the edge.

“Fuck Kat, she really liked watching us kiss,” he groans, hips stuttering.

“I know, she’s such a pretty little whore,” he says, wicked grin on his lips. You can’t take it anymore, listening to the filth that leaves Katsukis mouth, it makes you cum. The knot in your belly releases. Your back arches, hair pulled to its limit in the blondes hold. Your nails dig into the flesh on Eijirous arms as your pussy suffocates him. You howl as your orgasm rips through you, entire body taut. Once again, an almost unbearable wave of pleasurable heat gushes through you.

Eijirou is enamored by your face. The way your mouth is open in a silent o shape, eyes squeezed shut tightly. He’s barely able to fuck you through it. He’s gasping and moaning, orgasm taking him by surprise. Blistering pleasure burns through his veins and he pushes his hips all the way up against your pussy as he suddenly cums warm, sticky ribbons.

“Fuck yes, that’s it kitty. Make Eiji cum with your pretty pussy,” Katsuki praises with a rough voice, taking his fingers from your clit as Eijirou cums. You open your eyes, looking at the red heads pretty face twisted in pleasure. You bring a hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to rest your foreheads together. You stare into each others eyes and you feel a warm, tender feeling blossom in your chest.

“I love you Eijirou,” you whisper, watching his cheeks turn pink. He moans, before biting his lip when his cock throbs once more as both of you relax into a pile of jelly and Eijirou lets your legs down. He sit back on his calves, breathing heavily.

“I love you too baby girl,” Eijirou purrs, pretty smile on his lips. You give him one in return, humming softly as Katsuki lets go of your hair. Head throbbing where his nails were digging in. You’re gonna have a headache later. You look over at Katsuki, who was palming his half hard cock. He smirks and winks at you. You know it wasn’t quite enough for him to jerk himself off again, but he enjoyed the show. Eijirou slips his softening cock from your pussy and you squirm at the sensation. Your cheeks burn as you feel like you’ve been bred.

“Mm, now you’re really double stuffed, like an Oreo!” Eijirou says, voice cheerful and a smile on his face. You and Katsuki look at each other, before you both laugh. Eijirou giggles in return, scooting backwards and sitting to the side. Katsuki takes the opportunity to get between your legs. He plants his hands by your head and hovers over you, grinning like a deviant.

You raise an eyebrow at him, but he doesn’t answer. He’s quick to snake his arms under your waist and roll both of you until you’re on top of him. You squeal when you’re suddenly up right. Feeling like the blood is rushing from your head. He sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. You cling to him, arms and legs wrapped around him.

“Katsuki, what are you doing?” you gasp, as he grips your ass and stands up with you. You hug him tight and he smacks one of your ass cheeks as he starts walking you to the bathroom.

“We’re taking a shower dumbass. Just because Eiji and I reminded you who you belong to and stuffed you with cum, doesn’t mean I want it all over the bed. That’s disgusting,” he explains, as if you should’ve known. You roll your eyes and place your chin on his shoulder, looking at the red head and reaching out a hand to him.

“Eiji, come on baby,” you purr to him. His tail would be wagging if had one. He slides off the bed, bouncing up to the two of you.

“I’m right here pretty girl. I love you too Kat, just by the way,” he coos, smacking the blondes ass, which earns him an icy look. Katsuki grumbles an I love you back to Eijirou and you laugh, amused. The three of you make it into the bathroom. Katsuki sets you down on your soft, squishy bath mat. You wiggle your toes in the material as Eijirou turns on the water. You take your time, enjoying the warm water and letting them wash you clean. You wash Eijirous hair and massage Katsukis back. You all take the moment to soak up the post sex intimacy together. After, when you’re all in bed, whispering sweet nothings and more I love yous in the dark, in the middle of the night Eijirou rides Katsuki slow and sweet. The blonde has you sit on his face while you trade sticky, honey like kisses with Eijirou. You’re unbelievably glad you belong to them. Better yet, they belong to you as well. You end up back asleep in a pile, thanking your lucky stars you found one another. The last thing you hear are Katsukis soft snores as you drift off, dreaming in colors of yellow and red.