#bakugou x reader x kirishima

[gamblersdoll]

nsfw, porno mention, technically a glory hole?

kirishima who actually love’s recording your sex session, he finds it so sexy. sometimes he secretly records you at your vulnerable moments.

truth be told, he does something that could have made you mad. he does send it out to one person, bakugou.

in context, kirishima was already with bakugou technically before you. secretly, going to each other apartments and getting drilled into each other— yet also having you in mind.

but, he couldnt deny that he was in love with you. so they planned for kirishima to date you, while also having bakugou watch, from afar of course.

“fu-fuuck!” kirishima groans, having you in a full nelson and kissing your back. “you like that? humm?” he hotly says, pulling himself out and tapping his mean cock on your slit.

and bakugou can only watch, because eijirou video called him before anything, instructing katsuki to mute himself. his cock fucks his fists, biting his bottom lip and he groans.

and both of them do of course feel dirty, because you didnt know about any of it.. yet, its not like you wouldnt say no to it.

you hadnt found out in the last couple of months. that little shower video you made together? how fucking hot was that, a strong beefy man just manhandling you in your small shower. a hand on your tit, another hand on your waist ad hr steadied himself.

bakugou sure loved it.

[crushmeeren]

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♡ Bakugou/ Fem Reader/ Kirishima

♡ Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+.

♡ Warnings; reader is 6 months pregnant, cursing, pussy eating, blowjobs [ M/F — M/M ], vaginal sex

If you were to describe what it’s like to be six months pregnant with Katsuki’s baby, you would use a few key phrases.

1. — You’re in a perpetual cycle of unease and sporadic body aches.

2. — You’re consistently sweating like a whore in church.

3. — Your belly has been stretched to the point it looks as if a watermelon has been shoved inside.

These occur often, the only difference today is how infuriatingly much your lower back has been smarting. The baby’s weight is really starting to take a toll on you.

So you’ve decided it’s in your best interest to set up camp on the large fuzzy couch in your living room. You’re only wearing soft shorts and a large, worn out Red Riot T-shirt and you’ve stockpiled all the cozy blankets in the near vicinity.

It’d been a few hours since you became a couch potato, aimlessly scrolling through your phone and watching various movies or TV shows.

Katsuki’s been occupied playing some video game in the other room. Loudly enough to wake the dead, you might add. Your ears have been assaulted with his furious yelling on and off for the past couple hours.

He’s repeatedly told Todoroki that he’s the “worst player in existence” and to “fuck off and die.” You sincerely hope Todoroki is ribbing him just as much, but knowing the stoic man, he more than likely isn’t.

And much to your chagrin, Eijirou has been out on patrol all day.

Soft orange and yellow light has begun to cast shadows across the living room as the sun sets. You’re barely paying attention to a Tik Tok when your baby starts to poke and prod roughly at your ribs.

The fluttering sensation makes you squirm and sit up ram-rod straight. The sudden movement sends a bright flash of pain radiating throughout your lower back and it punches the breath from your lungs. The partially frantic instinct to call out to the blonde for help leaves your mouth before you can think twice.

“Kastukiiiii,” you whine for him loudly, a pleading lilt to your tone. You shift your weight, making sure to keep your feet perched on the large ottoman in front of you. You wait momentarily but only silence greets you.

“Katsuki!” You shout, mildly irritated. Your eyes widen and you inhale sharply when a tiny foot kicks you. You place a hand there and rub apologetically. Apparently she does not want you to yell. You roll your eyes and think that your daughter is certainly going to have Katsuki’s bad attitude.

“Baby, I heard you! I’m coming — just a second!” Katsuki snaps. You huff, cheeks puffing and burning when your temper flares a bit in response. You breathe deeply, resting both hands on your swollen stomach as the tiny feet continue to try and burst out of your skin like a scene from Alien.

Katsuki’s soft footsteps signal his approach and he rounds the corner into your living room leisurely. He comes to a stop next to your legs and your brows furrow when you gaze up at him with a slight pout. He arches one eyebrow in return and folds his arms over his chest, pointedly saying nothing.

“Kat, baby daddy, can you do the thing please? My back is killing me.”

Despite your discomfort you can’t help but appreciate his slender frame. His black sweats hang low on his hips and he’s fucking shirtless. He rolls his eyes when he catches you but wears a smug smirk nonetheless.

“Can your dramatic ass wait five minutes while I finish this round of my game? I’m obliterating Icy Hot.” His grin turns a bit feral and he cocks hip to one side, resting a hand there.

You protest accordingly and push your lower lip out.

“That’s too long! Can you do it later? Your baby needs you.” Over exaggerating your movements, you flop back against the couch and run your hands over your baby bump and stare up at him through your lashes. Katsuki snorts.

“It’s five minutes sweetheart. C’mon, Todoroki fucking sucks at this game,” Katsuki says with amusement, absently running a hand through his fluffy spikes of hair.

You press a hand to your forehead as if you might faint.

“You’re the reason I’m like this! The least you can do is help out your pregnant wife.”

“Oi!” He lets out a bark of laughter. “It takes two people to fuck and make a baby, I’m not the only guilty party. Why isn’t Eijirou gettin’ any fuckin’ blame for this huh? He was there too!”

Katsuki complains but it’s with considerable ease that he bends to your whim, shoving the ottoman closer and motioning for you to scoot up so he can get behind you on the couch.

“He’s not home right now,” you mutter childishly, heeding his instructions. The blonde crawls on to the cushions, maneuvering until he slots into the space between you and the backrest. He lets a thigh bracket you on each side and tugs you back into his chest, replying just as petulantly.

“Maybe you should’ve let Ei get you pregnant first then.”

“Oh god,” you start to whine. “Fuck baby, wanna see you swollen with my baby so bad. Blah blah — I’m Katsuki and I’m a giant fucking hypocrite,” you mock in a high pitched, horrific imitation of his voice.

To be fair he did whine those things to you and Eijirou in bed multiple times before you all finally agreed to it. Katsuki sputters behind you and pinches your thigh in retaliation.

“You’re such a fucking terror! I should make you wait until Eijirou gets home,” he growls, pathetic attempt at a threat making you giggle.

His palms are warm when he slips them under your shirt and places them on the underside of your belly, fingers spread. Katsuki delicately presses upwards and you deflate, melting into his chest. The immediate relief of pressure on your lower back makes you moan.

“Yeah, but we both know you won’t,” you reply smugly, hands coming to rest on his. He hums, electing not to respond with words because he knows he’s wrapped around your finger.

Katsuki can deny it all he pleases, but the man loves holding your belly. He’s struck with awe each time he’s lucky enough to feel his daughter kicking. He kisses the back of your head, relaxing into the couch for the time being.

You both turn your attention to the movie you had playing earlier and your eyelids start to flutter. Your chest is gooey and warm, you’re basically a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie in his arms.

Katsuki gets invested in one scene in particular, making snarky comments about the graphics and your daughter apparently recognizes her daddy’s voice, because suddenly she’s playing kick ball again.

Directly into Katsuki’s hands.

“Holy shit!” The blonde jolts, freezing temporarily before pressing the pads of his fingertips into the same spot, attempting to coax her into kicking him again. His heart thumps hard on your back, the heat from his chest bleeding through your shirt.

“She’s been really active today, but she must’ve heard her daddy talking. I think she likes your voice Kat.” You smile softly, adjusting your weight to get more comfortable. “I hope she does the same when Ei gets home, he was sad last time he missed it.” You tip your head back on Katsuki’s shoulder, twisting your neck to get a peak at his face.

“She’s fucking fiesty,” he says with no small amount of pride. She’ll respond to Ei, she loves him.” A tender smile softens his sharp features and your chest cracks with overflowing adoration. Surging forward you brush your lips over his jaw and Katsuki makes a quiet noise of surprise.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. You hum contentedly and Katsuki goes back to holding up your belly.

A familiar vibration pattern breaks the atmosphere and buzzes near your leg. You pick up your phone, taking note that it’s a message from Eijirou and your face lights up.

“Ei messaged that he’s gonna be home soon,” you tell Katsuki eagerly. You can’t help the excitement fluttering in your belly when you think about getting to see the red head soon.

“Bout damn time, my arms are gonna fall off,” he teases, tickling the smooth skin of your belly with calloused thumbs and you laugh.

“Alright dickwad get out from behind me.” Katsuki pokes your ribs in retaliation, ripping a squeal from you and you wiggle in his grip. “You’re lucky I can’t get up quickly right now! I’d kick your ass, you shitty excuse for a bomb!”

Katsuki halts his movements and gasps dramatically in fake offense, squeezing his arms around your shoulders.

“Shitty excuse for a bomb??” He asks incredulously, accidentally chuckling at the end of his sentence. You nod once and he hugs you tight, planting several chaste kisses on your cheek. You laugh delightedly and turn your head briefly to snag his plush lips with your own.

The sound of your front door opening gets you to break apart, both turning your heads to see Eijirou waltz in. The smile he wears is as vibrant as the sun, all his razor edged teeth on display.

“Aww! What a sweet sight to come home too!” Eijirou chirps, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “So cute! All three of my babies snuggling on the couch together,” he coos and strides closer until he’s right by your side.

Eijirou’s dressed in street clothes. He’s got on dark gray sweats, a red tee and a white bandana tied around his head. Per usual, his arms may bust out of the shirt he’s wearing but it’s unbearably hot.

“Get lost on the way home red?” Katsuki taunts. The blonde lets go of your shoulders as you strain to get out of his hold. Katsuki gently pushes you to sit up straight with a supporting hand between your shoulder blades. Eijirou rolls his eyes playfully and shoves the ottoman out of the way to make space for himself between your legs.

“No, I’m actually home earlier than I thought I would be,” he replies, dropping to kneel in front of you. Katsuki takes the opportunity to slip out from behind you and sit next to you instead. You use a lot of willpower to keep a straight face when you speak next.

“Thank God, because apparently Katsuki isn’t strong enough to hold our 5lb baby without his arms falling off.”

You can make out the sound of Katsuki’s teeth grinding together as Eijirou’s bright laughter dances in the air. You’re poking the bear but it’s a breeze to rile up the blonde.

“Is that so?” Eijirou asks, eyes twinkling as he pretends to appear thoughtful when he turns to Katsuki.

“I can hold a fucking five pound baby!” Katsuki snarls harmlessly, yet he throws his hands up in the air. You choke on the swell of laughter that builds in your throat. Eijirou snickers and pushes the red riot T-shirt you’re wearing up to expose your baby bump.

“I know Kat, just teasing,” you placate, sending him your sweetest smile. Eijirou splays his hands on the sides of your belly and you tangle your fingers in his hair.

The blonde scowls but he can’t keep it up for long before he breaks, scoffing with a smile threatening to take over his lips.

“How’s she been today?” Eijirou questions you then, nuzzling his nose over the top of your belly.

“She’s a spitfire.” Katsuki’s chest puffs out a bit.

“So just like her daddy then?” Eijirou teases, brushing his lips over your belly in a sweet kiss. Katsuki’s smirks.

“Hell yeah she is.”

“She’s been moving a lot today Ei, Kat’s just happy she kicked the shit out of him earlier,” you explain, scratching the red head’s scalp. Eijirou hums, tracing the pattern of a heart into your stomach with his thumbs.

“Hi feisty girl, papa Ei is home,” he purrs. “I heard you were trying to kick box with your daddy today. You’re gonna be just like him,” he whispers, the affection effortlessly falling off his tongue. The red head’s eyes flutter closed, resting his forehead against you.

You jerk in surprise when Eijirou’s head suddenly shoots up, narrowly avoiding head butting the shit out of you. He stares at your belly with bright eyes. Your baby just kicked where his forehead had been. He looks up, gaze tracking between you and Katsuki with stars in his eyes as he vibrates with excitement.

“Did you feel that baby? Oh my god! Kat, she heard me!” The red head yells, almost tripping over his words. His cheeks are dusted with a pale pink and your own twinge from smiling so wide. You tug on the soft strands of his hair you have tangled between your fingers.

“Dammit Eijirou,” Katsuki chimes in, crossing his arms. “Stop being so-,” he pauses, looking for the right words. “So fucking cute!” You laugh when the blonde curls his lip, the man’s flushed to the tips of his cute pink ears. A sly expression immediately takes over Eijirou’s face.

He slips your shirt back down and you free his hair from your grip. You meet him halfway when he leans up to give you a chaste kiss.

The red head shuffles on his knees until he’s between Katsuki’s thighs. He leans in, locking his arms around the blonde’s waist and wiggling his eyebrows up at him. Katsuki’s eyes narrow but he places his elbows on Eijirou’s shoulders.

Your toes curl into the plush rug below when the red head smoothes his hands up and down Katsuki’s sides, a shiver wracking through the blonde before Eijirou squishes his face into the others’s chest and hugs him tight.

“Eijirou.” The name spills out of Katsuki breathlessly.

“You’re so sweet Katsuki. I think you’re cute too,” he says, words muffled by a bare chest. Heat crawls up your neck when the blonde tugs Eijirou close and mumbles “I love you,” under his breath. Seeing them like this sets your nerves alight, even with something as simple as hugging.

The moment is picturesque until a pang of hunger rolls around inside you. Placing a hand on the underside of your belly, you worry at your bottom lip. You don’t want to break up the tender scene, but it seems your daughter is hungry.

“I hate to burst the bubble, but our daughter is starving,” you say gently, grinning when they part. Eijirou kisses Katsuki sweetly, making a loud smooching sound when he pulls away. Katsuki makes a disgusted noise and pushes playfully at the red head’s shoulder when they both rise from their spots. “Will you make something Kat?” You ask hopefully.

“I swear you and Eijirou are like bottomless fucking pits,” he grumbles, turning and padding to the kitchen.

He’s not fooling anyone, you all know he loves cooking for you. Especially now that your daughter is almost here. He expresses his love through his food and you all reap the rewards.

You share a smile with Eijirou and the large man flops down onto the couch, trying not to jostle you.

“Thanks Kat!” You call at his retreating back and he throws a hand up over his shoulder in response.

“Sooo, can I hold your belly now?” Eijirou asks impatiently. He doesn’t wait for you answer, maneuvering until he’s lying on the armrest, legs splayed open wide for you.

“You don’t have to ask me twice. She definitely has been missing her papa.” You grab your discarded blanket from the couch, sliding back into his embrace. You pull your blanket up to your chest, covering you both and Eijirou teases his fingers underneath your shirt.

“I love your shirt, pretty girl,” he whispers sweet like honey in your ear, gingerly touch his lips to your throat. The combination sends a warm tingle down your spine. He yanks a tiny shocked moan from you when he bites your shoulder and lifts your belly simultaneously.

“Jesus Eijirou,” you breathe, weaving your fingers together. The simmering warmth pooling in your belly is becoming difficult to ignore. “Are you trying to fuck me on the couch?” You shift back and a half hard cock greets you. Fuck, you’d be a damn liar if you said that didn’t turn you on. His light exhale tickles your neck.

“Maybe,” he says coyly, hitching his hips upwards to rub his cock over your lower back. You pinch his thigh and he groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “I can’t help it,” Eijirou whines, continuing to lift your belly. “You’re so sweet and so warm like this, I want you.”

“After we eat Ei, I promise. Kat will be up for it,” you murmur, trailing your fingers over his forearm. Eijirou sighs but reluctantly he agrees.

After you ate, it took no time at all for the blonde to usher you and Eijirou into the bedroom.

Since then you’ve been stripped bare, elbows supporting your weight on the short wooden headboard behind you. They ache a bit where the sharp edge digs into the inner joint of it.

Katsuki’s head is caged between your thighs, knees sinking into the memory foam mattress below. His scratchy stubble tickles your skin while he buries his face in your pussy, head shifting from side to side.

You’ve opted to sit reverse cowgirl on his face so you’re privy to the front row view of Eijirou swallowing down Katsuki’s cock like he’s starving.

“Fffuck Kat,” you whine, rolling your hips and gliding your pussy over his plush lips. Katsuki moans, snaking his arms around your thighs and yanking you further down so he can dip the tip of his tongue inside you.

Your head tilts towards the ceiling, eyes fluttering and fingers curling into fists as Kastuki pushes his tongue to your clit, swirling it restlessly. The background is filled with the lewd schlick noise of Eijirou sucking cock.

Katsuki moves his lips from side to side over your clit before once again licking firm strokes and your head snaps back up with a gasp.

You’re starting to squirm, heat pooling in your cheeks as he works you closer to the edge. A prickle of warmth pulses through your pelvis when you lock eyes with Eijirou.

No man should look so pretty with a dick in their mouth. His cheeks are candy apple red and his lips are stretched tight around Katsuki. He seems quite comfortable, snugly fit between the blonde’s thighs and meeting Katsuki thrust for shallow thrust while the blonde leisurely fucks his mouth.

Eijirou sends a wink your way and you’re gawking at him when Katsuki sucks harshly on your clit, wrenching your attention back to his mouth. A let out a yelp and your thighs twitch when he does it once more, demanding your focus stay on him.

Try as you might you’re torn between Katsuki’s warm tongue working you over and the indecent sight of Eijirou.

You’re impatient and desperate to change positions before someone cums too quickly and so you plead for the attention of the man underneath you.

“Katsuki,” you moan, fingers circling his wrists. “Wanna switch baby, please.” He drags his teeth delicately over your clit and your breath stutters in your chest. Katsuki unwinds himself from your legs, pushing against your ass instead of tugging on you and you lift your hips from his face.

Eijirou pulls off with a pop, Katsuki’s thick cock slapping against his lower belly. The red head sits up on his knees, gripping the base of his own neglected desire and pushes back the messy strands of hair that had fallen into his eyes.

Katsuki slips out from under you, sitting between the two of you so you’re able to sit comfortably on your calves.

“Whaddaya want pretty girl? Ei and I will give you whatever you need,” Katsuki purrs, half a smirk tugging at his lips. The red head makes a noise of agreement and waits patiently for your answer. A flush creeps up your neck under the weight of their gaze and you absentmindedly rest a hand on your belly.

“I think I want Ei to position us however he wants. Ya know, since he’s been trying to get us in bed ever since he got home.” You grin playfully at Eijirou when he makes a noise of protest, a pink blush dusting over his cheekbones. Katsuki snickers nearby.

“Oh,” Eijirou breathes, grinning sheepishly and rubbing a hand over his forearm. “Well, I mean — yeah. Yes, totally I can do that.”

Katsuki snorts, waving a vague hand in front of himself when Eijirou takes too long to respond.

“Well? You goin’ to fuckin’ move us around or not?” Katsuki asks rudely. Eijirou ignores him, rolling his jaw a couple times before biting into his bottom lip. You punch Katsuki in the shoulder and give him a pointed look but he just rolls his eyes.

“Okay baby, c’mere please,” he requests warmly, reaching a hand out to you. You comply, gripping his fingers as he helps you shuffle forward on your knees. Once you get to him, he helps you twist until your back faces the edge of the bed.

He holds both hands, slowly reclining you until you’re flat on your back and your head dangles off the edge of the mattress. Your heart rate spikes when you’re slightly suffocated by your baby bump, but it’s comfortable enough for what you’re sure Eijirou has in mind.

“Okay Katsuki, go stand near her head. I want watch you fuck her throat while I’m inside her,” he commands shyly, flush traveling down his chest as he traps the tip of his tongue between his teeth. He takes his place between your spread thighs. Katsuki starts to heft himself off the bed, closing the distance between you with a few steps.

“Didn’t feel like gettin’ your ass torn up today Eijirou?” Katsuki’s grins with his teeth, cockiness seeping from him.

“Shut up,” Eijirou mumbles, helping you bend your knees and plant your feet. You try to stifle your laughter with a hand over your mouth but it spills out of you despite your best effort.

To be fair, Eijirou does melt into a drooling fucked out mess in the sheets every time he bottoms for the other man.

Katsuki comes to a standstill just in front of your head, reaching down to cradle the back of your skull and force you to look up at him. His flushed cock grazes your cheek and you suck your bottom lip behind your teeth when you finally make eye contact.

“You okay with this sweetheart?” Katsuki’s gaze is intense, the thumb of his free hand swiping over your brow bone. Your throat clicks when you swallow and you nod, fighting the urge to shift your head and kiss his shaft.

“I’ll be fine Kat, if it’s too much I’ll tap your thigh twice.” You reach backwards and secure your arms around the backs of his legs for emphasis.

“So fuckin’ pretty and smart baby girl,” Katsuki coos, voice a rumble in his throat and his praise makes your blood sing. He grips the base of his cock and shifts forward to rub his head over your lips. Your tongue darts out involuntarily to taste him and a salty tang bursts across your taste buds.

“Ei!” You gasp, startling when the red head’s thumb presses into your swollen clit, circling it slowly. You start to squirm and sink your nails into Katsuki’s thighs as your eyes squeeze shut. “C’mon Ei, stop teasing and fuck me.” Eijirou giggles.

“Okay okay. You’re so needy tonight, I love it,” Eijirou gushes. The blunt head of his cock pokes at your clit before sliding down, a steady pressure against your lips before he pushes inside. You cry out sharply, hanging onto Katsuki for dear life while Eijirou’s thick cock stretches you to the max.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it. That tight little pussy loves Eijirou, doesn’t she?” Katsuki says breathlessly, moaning softly as he strokes his cock. “He’s so big, isn’t he baby? Feels good huh?”

You can only nod, jaw going slack and eyes rolling back when Eijirou bottoms out with a choked off moan. Pleasure blisters through you when he draws his hips back and thrusts forward roughly.

“Oh my god. You’re a dream baby,” Eijirou whines, settling one hand on your knee and the other on your baby bump. Your vision is obscured by Katsuki’s thighs but Eijirou’s praise burns in your brain.

“Jesus Christ,” Katsuki snarls, tapping your cheek twice. “Open up for me princess.” Your lips part obediently and Katsuki braces a knee of the bed, the other leg standing firm. His groin tightens in anticipation at the sight of you flushed and pliant.

He squeezes one of your tits and tilts his hips down to guide his cock inside and he glides smoothly along your soft pallet. You close your lips and suck tentatively until he jerks forward and smacks the back of your throat, breath catching in his chest.

Eijirou starts to pick up the pace, the obscenity in front of him spurring on his own desire and he hits your g-spot with scary precision. Your resulting moan is muffled by the cock in your mouth as Katsuki fucks your throat and Eijirou begins babbling encouragingly.

“Oh — shit, right there yeah baby? Feels too good, I can’t believe how tight you are. You’re gorgeous like this sweetheart, you love when I tell you how pretty you are don’t you?”

His voice is fuzzy to your ears, the prominent ache in your jaw coming to the forefront. Katsuki’s paying attention, however and taunts him even if the sweet words make his cock twitch.

“God Ei, you just can’t stop yappin’ can you?”

Eijirou whines pitifully, rolling his hips a bit more leisurely to savor the pleasure.

“I can’t help it.”

“Fuck — I’m, it’s gonna make me cum. You want me to cum for you princess?” Katsuki pulls his cock free and you gulp down air, coughing and sputtering briefly.

“Yeah, yeah. Kat c’mon,” you croak, fingers tingling as you bring them up to fist the blanket below you. Eijirou’s moving at a snail’s pace now, stilling inside you to watch the show.

Katsuki runs with it, hooking his thumb along the teeth of your bottom jaw and prying it open. His cock is shoved to the back of your throat and past the unforgiving ring of muscle there. The sensation makes your throat tickle with the urge to cough.

He stays in place long enough for your pulse to thunder before exhaling shakily and dragging himself out of your mouth. He jerks his cock until he’s cumming with a cry and streaking your chest and belly with his release.

It’s still for a moment once he relaxes. The air is warm from all the movement and the only sounds are of the three of you catching your breath before Eijirou laughs incredulously.

“That was hot.” Eijirou is beaming as he slides his still completely stiff cock from your pussy and you protest half heartedly, the other two snickering. Katsuki locks eyes with you, his cheeks rose petal pink and sweat trails down his temple.

“You good?”

You nod as Eijirou grips your ankles and pulls you bodily onto the bed, your neck tingling when the blood rushes from your head.

“More than good. I do want to switch positions though, the baby is suffocating me like this,” you joke. Eijirou pats your thighs encouragingly and smiles vibrantly.

“Sure thing! You want Kat to hold you baby?”

“Please.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes playfully and shimmies up the bed to the headboard. He pauses near Eijirou, planting a kiss to his lips and turning to settle in his new place. Katsuki tilts his head and smirks coyly at you.

“Move your ass pillow princess.” He bends his knees and digs his heels into the mattress. You ignore Katsuki for the moment and take Eijirou’s offered hand. He helps you rise to your knees and shuffle until you can twist and recline against Katsuki’s chest.

He’s covered in sweat, but he’s so warm and a sense of comfort spreads through your limbs. You glance down at yourself and notice you’re still covered in Katsuki’s cum, nose scrunching in disgust but not bothering to wipe it away yet.

Katsuki runs his hands up and down your upper arms and tenderly wraps them around your shoulders, resting his temple on yours. You brace your hands on his knees and then Eijirou is there taking up your attention.

He inches forward and sits on his calves, snugly fitting between your thighs and he lifts his eyebrows in question. You hum softly and encourage him forward with a tug to his wrist.

He pushes at the delicate skin over your inner thighs to coax you open for him. You do so without hesitation and instantly Eijirou’s steadying himself and slipping back into you with a smooth glide.

“Eijirou,” you moan between your teeth, head tipping backwards onto Katsuki’s shoulder. You clench around him and he whimpers, pitching forward and resting his hands on your belly. Katsuki leers from behind you, muttering like the devil on your shoulder.

“Thought you were big and strong Ei. You can make her little pussy cum can’t you, red riot?”

Eijirou’s brows knit together and he nods vigorously, picking up a steady rhythm that you can feel in your toes. You bite the tip of your tongue and dig your nails into Katsuki’s knees.

“Y — Yeah, I’ll make her feel so good, I’ll make her cum Katsuki.”

Katsuki grins wolfishly.

“Good boy Eijirou.”

Your husband wears a dumbstruck expression, cherry red eyes falling shut and breathy moans mixing with yours as he snaps his hips briskly.

“E-Eijirou! Just like that, please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!”

He obeys and the volume of your pleas rise and your voice cracks when Eijirou’s movements become the slightest bit harsher. The red head splays his large palms even wider over your belly and uses the angle to his advantage, pressing upwards with each thrust.

Katsuki squeezes your shoulders and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, nosing at your cheek while your climax swells rapidly behind your belly button.

“Doing so well baby, you take him like a fuckin’ champ,” Katsuki says huskily. “Looks like Ei’s gonna fuck another baby into you, isn’t that right?”

Eijirou absently replies with a whiny mhmm, eyes glued to where his cock disappears inside you. You stare at Eijirou’s flushed face, his lids heavy and jaw hanging open in concentration and then the knot in your pelvis is unraveling.

You inhale sharply, thighs tensing and your own mouth opens in a silent scream as your pussy flutters before clenching tightly on the cock splitting you open.

Eijirou groans, placing his forehead on yours and works you through it like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

After a few brain melting seconds your muscles loosen, a low moan creeping its way out of your throat.

“Fuck baby,” Eijirou pants, cock twitching. “Love it when you cum on my cock like that, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“Give it to me Ei, I’ve got you baby.”

With that, and a few filthy words from Katsuki, Eijirou is shoving his dick all the way inside you to the root. The curly black hair at his base brushes your clit and he’s cumming.

He gasps your name, hands shifting to white knuckle your shoulders as you frame his face with your palms. His cock kicks inside you a few times before he’s melting onto you, listening to your whispered words of praise as his chest heaves.

You all stay still for a brief moment as the post sex haze falls over you and Eijirou decides then to gingerly slip out of your pussy, shifting to lay down beside you like a starfish instead.

There’s a gentle pressure on your back and you lean forward so Katsuki can slide out from behind you. You take his place, pillows supporting your lower back and feeling icky from all the cum on you and inside you.

“Someone please get me a towel.”

Eijirou laughs but Katsuki just hands you a a discarded T-shirt, nose scrunching up.

“Here.”

You take it gratefully, wiping off the drying cum from your belly and handing it to Eijirou. He helps clean any place you can’t reach before balling it up and tossing it like a basketball into the dirty laundry basket. He misses. Katsuki glares at him and points in that direction, lip curling.

“You’re picking that shit up.”

You snicker and Eijirou grins good-naturedly, teasing the blonde until Katsuki’s teeth are grinding together.

Eventually you’re able to convince Katsuki to cook you both more food. He complains about it vehemently but ultimately pulls shorts on and stomps out of the room and to the kitchen.

You smile with amusement and gaze softly at Eijirou as he tugs on old sweats.

“Ya know he’s gonna blow a hole in the wall if you keep messing with him,” you say, awkwardly climbing off the bed and accepting the shorts and shirt Eijirou places in your hands.

“He just makes it too easy to rile him up.”

You can’t help but agree with that, grinning when Eijirou laces your fingers together and leads you to the kitchen.

The three of you relax together for the rest of the evening, both men taking turns reading to your baby and fawning over your belly.

You’re on your toes with anticipation to see how they behave when she’s here. You’re certain they’ll be amazing fathers.

Then, in a couple years, you’ll let Eijirou get you pregnant. You smile softly to yourself, because you’re one hundred percent sure your back will ache carrying his giant baby.

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Poly!KiriBaku thought of the day:

Eijiro sometimes calls Katsuki when the other man is away on a business trip, just so he can put it on speaker as Kiri fucks you, sweetly asking if the blonde can hear how good he’s making you feel or the squelch of your cunt when he presses in deep.

The call always ends with all three of you worn out, having cum more than once, and then Kiri asking when Bakugou is coming home while you sleep softly on his chest.

[stellar-imagines]

HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝Bakugou and Kirishima falling in love with the same girl.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou ]

「Headcanons of Bakugou and Kirishima falling in love with the same person.」

BAKUGOU KATSUKI & KIRISHIMA EIJIROU (POLY)

♤ Kirishima admires you greatly, you were amazing with your quirk and a very strong hero. He takes time to realize that he has fallen in love with you. The two of you started out as friends since Kirishima was such a friendly and outgoing person—it was easy to become friends. It only dawned on him when he started to have the urge to always be with you and how he’s thinking about you all the time. Once he realizes this, he gets embarrassed and shy around you at the littlest things.

♤ Bakugou has a hard time admitting his feelings but he's not dumb, just having trouble accepting it. Honestly, he absolutely hates the way you're making him feel. And of course, his more natural response was to be mad and upset with you. He stares at you, a lot, to the point it concerns you. When you confront him, he gets very defensive and denies it. Takes forever but eventually comes to terms with his feelings.

♤ They both somehow know that the other has a crush on you and it gets pretty awkward because neither confronts the other about it. Kirishima notices it when Bakugou seemed significantly nicer to you compared with most people. Bakugou notices that Kirishima is constantly talking to you, and sees that he's significantly happier whenever you're around. They don't try to talk to the other about the predicament and kinda just let it be.

♤ But at some point, Bakugou lost his patience because he had to keep quiet about the situation for so long. He considers Kirishima as a good friend and confronted him about the whole situation. It wasn't a pleasant topic to discuss but they both surprisingly bonded over discussing you. They both agreed to let you decide on who you want to date and that they will remain as friends afterward because they value their friendships as well as your happiness.

♤ It was you who brought up the idea of being in a poly relationship. You expressed how you loved them both equally and really did not want to be the reason for the end of the friendship—even though they assured you that they were fine with you choosing one of them. It starts off a bit awkward because neither Kirishima or Bakugou knows what to do in a three-way relationship. Luckily, you always manage to make them both included in things.

♤ You always make sure that you have dates with both of them, you involve them in everything going on in your life. And they're very grateful that you're making this easier for them. They both love it when you hold both of their hands during a date. The two of them are protective over you despite knowing the fact that you could probably kick their asses. Overall, you and the boys are inseparable and love each other very much. 

Total: 485 words Published: 19.06.2023

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[erebusbored]

NGL, I liked your oneshots of the Yuzuya fantasy au. Can you draw two things, one of each possible ending? If you can't thats fine. Thank you in advance!

Yo thank you so much I really apreaciate it! — Also legit I was listening to the newest episode when I got the ask

Also for an insert of the listener/reader I just used my self insert oc cuz I wasn't sure who to put there—

So the fluff ending :

And the not so fluff ending :

Also the oneshot if ya wanna

[sqwishywrites34]

Help to find a fic

I can’t remember was platform it was on which is the main problem;

It’s established Bakugou x reader with developing relationship Kiri x Baku and Reader

It’s ABO and Alpha Baku pursues Alpha Kiri without checking with reader and so she gets pissed and kinda almost breaks up w them

Baku wants them 3 in a relationship but he’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to actually apologize so he tries to make reader jealous by getting Uraraka to sit on his lap and wear him jacket to ‘make her realize he has options and that if she doesn’t come back she can be replaced’

Kiri gets pissed because wtaf is wrong with him and tries to talk to reader but she thinks he was in on it

Eventually she punches Uraraka and breaks her nose and when Baku tries to pull her away she punches him too

He tries to give her a scented gift as an indirect apology but it’s the same jacket he had put on Uraraka and he didn’t even wash it just tried to ‘cover up her scent’ but it just makes matters worse

He’s walking in the halls and stumbles across Present Mic and PM pretty much says that Baku is an idiot and that what he did only fucked up his relationship and that this stuff he got from his parents (via observation) wasn’t how to actually do a relationship and that is was just their kind of foreplay

Baku asks Mic for help

And that’s as far as I got and I desperately wanna finish reading it ;-;

[kierewrites]

Haunted Mansion

navi - masterlist

Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima

Art: anonymous? if you know artist pls message!

Mood Song: thriller

Summary: After years of torment from your sinister boyfriend, Kirishima finally teamed up with you to take down the grumpy blond and give him a taste of his own medicine for Halloween. But when October 31st rolled around, the night went far from expected.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, thriller/horror, kiribaku being mean af </3 (i like it tho ¬‿¬)

There was never an outing with the infamous Bakugou Katsuki that didn’t include scowls and curses, and tonight was no different. The closer your trio walked to the decrepit looking house, the more annoyed Bakugou grew.

It was clear after you and Kirishima pretty much begged him to come out to the town’s apparent “haunted house” on the night of Halloween, you two were up to no good.

Though there were no previous historical events attached to the house, there was still a rumor that the previous family who lived there decades ago was murdered by their youngest child who went on a wild rampage. To this day people claim the little boy walks the halls, searching for anyone who dares to trespass.

To Bakugou, it all sounded like fucking bullshit.

“This is fucking bullshit.” Bakugou huffed as he shuffled besides you and Kirishima who had stupid grins on your faces. While you were practically jumping up and down, Kirishima kept squeezing your hand and shared knowing looks with you which definitely didn’t escape Bakugou’s eye.

“Quit being a buzzkill, it’ll be fun.” Kirishima said with a grin, his hand clapping against Bakugou’s shoulder which made him growl in annoyance.

Meanwhile you kept bouncing until you landed in front of both of them, excitement gleaming in your eyes, “Yeah Katsuki, it’s perfect for Halloween!”

Both boys stared at your jittery form, eyes softening from the sight of your excitement alone. The past few months had been… weird for the three of you. Though Bakugou clearly made his own group of friends, the three of you grew pretty much inseparable compared to the others.

Just a few months ago both boys ended up confessing to each other that they liked you, which should’ve made things awkward until you confessed you liked them both too. From then, you all never quite established what you were, but none of you really felt like you needed to.

Kirishima was quick to scope out the rare soft smile on Bakugou’s face, wiggling his brows to the boy which caused Bakugou’s short lived gentle moment to fade as he shoved the boy aside with a snarl.

The two kept moving forwards, you still standing in front of them both as you began to walk backwards, index finger pointing accusingly into Bakugou’s chest as you gave him a cheshire grin.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

The ash blond was ready to sling every offensive word in his vocabulary down to you as his cheeks began to flush until your back collided with a mailbox, the sudden object making you shriek and quickly jump around with your arms up defensively, only to see what your attacker was.

The feeling of warm palms curling around your shoulders made your lips plump into a pout as you already knew what cocky voice was coming.

“I think I should be more scared for you princess.” Bakugou hummed in your ear, shit eating grin surely on his face before you smacked his hand away and glared at him.

“Just you wait asshole,” You hissed, eyes narrowing up to him in a challenging glare before you grinned to Kirishima, “I’m sure you won’t have all this confidence when we get inside.”

Bakugou looked down to you unimpressed, though the smug grin evident on his face when you spun on your heel and stormed up the driveway, missing the glance the two boys shared behind you.

This was all going to be perfect. Both you and Kirishima had planned it out. Bakugou had been tormenting you since the day you met. Even being a capable hero in training, you were so easy to get spooked. Something as simple as him popping around a corner had you nearly swept off your feet, so the ash blond took advantage of it and made it his life goal to petrify you at every turn.

You mentioned to Kirishima how nervous you were about it being the month of October, surely expecting Bakugou to go all out this month to really spook you. Luckily your noble red head decided it was time for you to stand up to Bakugou and give him a taste of his own medicine.

The plan was to take him to this “haunted house” on Alms Street, walk around a bit then have Kirishima separate from the group and pretend to disappear with blood everywhere. Then when Bakugou would surely be on edge, Kirishima would pop out and scare him.

It was a seal proof plan, one that you got more and more excited about at the last day of October neared. But now as you stood before the ominously large house, you felt your nerves start to hit a bit.

Your thoughts seemed to be read as a warm hand grabbed your own and squeezed it, your head whipping back to kind red ones as Kirishima smiled down to you, “Sure you’re okay with this?”

Blinking you glanced to see Bakugou was busy inspecting around the house, already seeming to be curious as to what you two did to the place. Seeing he was distracted, you looked at Kirishima with worried eyes.

“I’m okay! Just.. you sure this house isn’t really haunted?”

Kirishima simply smiled, pulling you into a quick hug as he ran his fingers through your hair, “Don’t worry angel, it’s not really haunted. I’ve been with my siblings plenty of times.”

Letting out a sigh you smiled up at him, giving Kirishima those big warm eyes that made his heart melt every time. It was then he began to feel a pang of guilt in his chest, but Bakugou’s rough voice cut through any hesitation.

“You two done being gross? I want to get this shit over with.” Bakugou hissed, causing your head to whip around as you glared at him once more, lecturing him about being nice or something like that.

Bakugou simply grinned down to your outburst, adoring the way your face scrunched in annoyance before he gently shoved you towards the front door.

“Ladies first.”

All you could do at this point was flick him off, which surprisingly earned a loud bark of laughter from both of the boys before you stormed into the house, not knowing what you were getting yourself into.

Even knowing this was all a staged prank, you still hated the atmosphere of the haunted building. Just like any movie, the stereotypical howls of wind through the cracked windows and the eerie creaking of the old wood floors had you on high alert the whole time.

Surely Bakugou had to be slightly on edge with the spooky environment, but each time you looked at him he wore the same unimpressed face he had outside. Once he caught you staring he rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Oh right, I’m supposed to be scared.”

Your bottom lip quivered into a pout, shoulders slouching a bit at the bland reaction until you felt an elbow gently jab at your side, your attention moving to the soft redhead.

“We just got here bro, don’t get too cocky.” Kirishima sneered with a grin, his confidence making your heart race with excitement again as you smiled back to him.

Bakugou simply rolled his eyes, ignoring your silent giggles and whispers as you all walked deeper into the home. Even though you were in on the plan, the house itself still had you on edge. Just like any stereotypical house, the quality was low and eerie. Just littered on every object, wood falling almost completely apart, carpet and furniture torn up. Surely some of this damage was from rotten kids who probably visited this house previously, but you couldn’t help but think back to the story of this home and what really happened.

“How about you guys check the living room,” Kirishima spoke casually, though his eyes shot to you with a mischievous glint in them, “I’ll check the kitchen for any suspicious activity.”

Bakugou missed the wink the two of you shared as he spun around to see his two grinning idiots, “Why the hell would we split up? Shouldn’t we just stay together?”

The ash blond’s rational was articulate as always, but you wouldn’t let it ruin your plan.

“C’mon Katsuki.” You purred, placing your hand on his chest before letting your index and middle finger strut up till they reached his chin, forcing him to stare down to your cheshire grin, “You too scared to let Eijiro leave the room?”

Both boys shared a glance at your confident change in attitude, Bakugou’s eye beginning to twitch the more you teased him.

“Don’t give a fuck what shitty hair does, fuck off to the kitchen then.” Bakugou snarled, swatting your hand away which made you giggle before he stormed off to the living room.

Spinning to Kirishima you quietly skipped to him and flashed him a warm smile, “This is it Ei, we’re finally going to scare him!”

Kirishima held your hands gently as you jumped before him, his heart pounding with a certain rotten feeling as he watched your eyes light up.

“Don’t spoil it now angel.” Kirishima whispered, lightly flicking your head before leading you on to follow Bakugou.

This was the boring part, but possibly the most important. You weren’t sure how long it would take for Kirishima to set up the kitchen. Fake blood couldn’t have been easy to handle, especially because Kirishima had to be silent the entire time for this to work.

Though you wanted to quickly drag the ash blond to the kitchen and have Kirishima scare the soul out of him, you knew all good things came with patience. Bakugou on the other hand, didn’t quite see eye to eye.

“This is fuckin stupid, we should just get out of here and do something actually fun.” Bakugou huffed, tipping over one of the pillows on the couch before turning to you.

To be honest, a night outing with the two did seem like a lot of fun, but you could save that for after you scared this little punk shitless.

“We are not leaving till we explore every room in this house K,” You spoke plainly as you let your finger run along a dust covered bookshelf, “Quit being a baby.”

Bakugou let out a growl as you teased him again, stomping up behind you before gently tugging at your hair to force your head back up to him.

“You need to watch that smart mouth of yours princess.”

The position had your cheeks flush, taking you by surprise as he smirked down to you for finally having the upper hand. It was short lived though as you narrowed your eyes and stuck your tongue out. The sight had him let go of your hair as he let out a string of curses.

Surely the grump wasn’t going to last much longer, so you figured it was now or never.

“Bakugou wait.” You spoke in a hushed tone, freezing a bit as Bakugou glared over to you, “When’s the last time you’ve heard Kirishima?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, though his head did turn in the direction of the kitchen with curiosity, “The hell if I know, dipshit probably face planted on one of these uneven planks.”

The small snort that escaped your lips had Bakugou grinning, even you couldn’t help but laugh as you imagined the scenario before you glared at the smug blond.

“Have more faith in our Ei you dick.” You whispered, trying to fight the grin off your face before you pointed your attention back to the kitchen.

Though that was a very solid guess, you knew exactly why it was so silent. Kirishima was definitely ready to scare the crap out of your boyfriend.

“We should probably check on him.” You spoke softly as you looked back to Bakugou, only to see him already smugly looking down at you.

“You scared princess?”

His mocking tone had your blood at a boiling point, your teeth gritting together as you glared up to him and flicked him off, causing him to loudly bark out a laugh before he slung his arm around you.

“So dramatic.” Bakugou hummed in your ear, your eye twitching a bit. If it weren’t for the fact that Kirishima was waiting behind one of these doors ready to scare the crap out of the smug blond, you would’ve already begun fighting the boy.

So deciding to ignore his antics, you allowed him to lead you to the kitchen. Your heart raced and fingers buzzed just imagining his reaction. Finally after four years of torture with this boy, you would get sweet sweet revenge.

Bakugou was never one easy to scare. You couldn’t even picture in your head what he would look or sound like when he was. Even on the training camp during your first year, when you were supposed to walk through the maze of terror, he barely shook upon being jumpscared.

Part of you was worried that this wouldn’t startle him either, but the plan you and Kirishima formulated was too good. This was definitely going to work.

“Kirishima? Are you still here?” You called, peaking your head around the wall to pretend you were trying to search, when really you were just trying to hide the grin on your face from the boy beside you.

When you were both met with a silence unknowingly obvious to you both, you glanced to Bakugou and wiped the smug grin off to replace a concerned pout.

“Katsuki I think he might actually be hurt, go check in there.”

“What- Why me?” Bakugou shouted, eyes wide before your lips curled into a small grin causing him to growl as he shoved you away from him, “Don’t you fucking say it.”

A small giggle escaped your lips as he stormed around the wall and into the kitchen, his eyes surveying the area before he looked to you with an annoyed expression.

“He’s not in here.”

Your eyes widened at this, your breathing coming to a halt at his words. Why wasn’t he scared? Did he not see the blood all over the ground? Was Kirishima really not in the kitchen?

Quickly trotting besides Bakugou, your mouth fell agape at the sight before you. Sure enough the dingy tiled floors of the kitchen remained spotless of any blood.

“W..Where’s the blood?” You whispered, eyes wide before Bakugou looked to you with a raised brow at your statement.

“What blood?”

Blinking back to reality you looked to Bakugou, trying to keep a neutral face as you shook off his question before glancing back down to the floor.

If there was no blood here that only meant two things: Kirishima went off plan and is doing his own thing, or Kirishima is actually hurt or lost. Your plan was so crystal clear though, so there’s no way he just chose to not go through with it. Was Kirishima really in trouble?

“Y/n.” Bakugou spoke sternly, his tone causing you to whip your head to him as you tried to avoid his gaze, knowing you weren’t able to hide your worried eyes, “Why are you acting weird.. What’s wrong?”

Your blood ran cold, watching Bakugou’s fierce eyes try to read whatever was running through that little head of yours. If you told Bakugou your plan he would be pissed, and he would be even more pissed knowing Kirishima could actually be lost or hurt. You needed to investigate before jumping on any theories.

“Uh.. Nothing is wrong! Let me just check the pantry and see if he’s in there.” You spoke, forcing a smile on your face as you shakily began walking towards the door.

Bakugou didn’t miss the hesitancy in each step you took, your fear not being easily hidden as you took anxious steps. Surely Kirishima was just sitting there confused on your instruction. Even though you went over it.. Multiple times. Or maybe you didn’t give him enough time, so he had to resort to hiding in the pantry to not ruin it.

That would make sense, then you could get Bakugou upstairs to let Kirishima finish and all would be back on track.

The more your head swarmed with theories, the more your senses became less aware.

Before you could even hear the crack against the glass of the kitchen window, a small figure covered in a black robe smashed through the glass and screamed at you.

Everything was a sensory overload to you now. The sight of the small figure jumping at you and the ear slicing shatter of the glass had the breath nearly knocked out of you. Once you realized what was happening, your high pitched screams echoed through the house. Without a second to spare you stumbled backwards on your own two feet, yelping as one of one of the shards of glass sliced through your ankle before you jumped into Bakugou’s arms, letting him spin you away from the intruder and hold you protectively in his arms.

Gripping at his shirt you continued to scream, waiting for Bakugou to surely let go of you and relentlessly attack whoever dared to come after the two of you, but instead you were met with him continuing to hold you as you felt his chest vibrate.

You peaked an eye open, breath still ragged as you felt the rumbling grow stronger in his chest. Was he…?

The sound of howling laughter from behind one of the guest room doors had your head whipping up, your eyes following the familiar laugh as the door slowly opened all the way to reveal your red headed boyfriend curled over on the floor from laughter.

Immediately you reeled your head up to see Bakugou now nearly hysterical, his hold on you loosening as he had to lean against the counter for support.

Though it took a minute for the shock and raw fear to escape your core, your eyes darkened to see your two boyfriends finding this whole situation hilarious.

“Y..You..” You whispered, mouth falling in horror as you looked to Kirishima, then to Bakugou, then to the dark figure before looking to your feet, “What the…”

“I..I’m sorry Y/n,” Kirishima choked out between laughs, “Bakugou came to me first with the idea… and I j..just couldn’t resist.”

The moment Kirishima’s gaze met with Bakugou’s, they both snorted a bit before bursting into a more obnoxious tone of laughter as they struggled to keep themselves standing.

The sight had your blood run cold, not sure if your heart was racing still from the traumatic fright you just experienced or the betrayal of your two loving boyfriends.

Your eyes narrowed to both of them, seeing as they thought this was the funniest thing in the world. The revenge you would seek would be intense, you knew that much, but for now you needed to process what had just happened.

Once the two boys finally got over themselves, their eyes fell on you, a slight twinge of guilt being shared amongst them.

You simply stood there, head hanging low causing your hair to cover over your dim eyes while you remained motionless.

Both boys still fought their lips from twitching up into grins before sharing a worried look and making their way towards you.

“Don’t blame shitty hair Y/n, it was my idea.” Bakugou grumbled, moving to stand before you as you refused to look up to him. Kirishima gave you sympathetic eyes and began wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m sorry angel, I promise we’ll make it up to you.” Kirishima spoke softly until he realized you were trembling in his hold. His eyes widened as he looked to the blond who raised a brow at Kirisima’s startled expression, “Bro she’s literally shaking.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened for once all night, his gaze immediately falling on your quivering form as a small sniffle filled the air. The ash blond’s eyes softened as he placed a finger under your chin and forced you to look up at him. Before being able to respond, his mouth froze at the sight of warm tears streaming down your face as your lip wobbled in between your teeth.

The sight had both boy’s heart stopped, not knowing if it was the saddest or most adorable thing they had ever seen. Kirishima quickly pulled you into his embrace tighter as Bakugou began to chuckle with a mock frown, his fingers brushing the wet hair stuck to your face as he rubbed his thumb along your cheek.

“Y/n baby you’re crying.” Bakugou spoke, pulling your head into his chest as you broke into a pathetic sob while the two boys shared a knowing look.

“B..Because I’m angry!” You hiccuped, your fist weakly punching at Bakugou’s chest which caused him to chuckle. You hated how the sound made your heart beat just a bit faster as he held you close.

“We made our angel cry..” Kirishima cooed almost tauntingly, running his fingers along your hair before rubbing your back, “We’re so mean Katsuki.”

Their insincere tone had your blood boil, though you knew you couldn’t be terribly angry with them. Instead you tried your best to be stern with them, shoving the two away as you glared at them.

“I trusted you asshole.” You spoke in between sniffles, pointing an accusatory finger towards the surprised redhead, your glare then shifting to the still smug blond, “And you…”

Bakugou crossed his arms and watched as your brain struggled to formulate a sentence. Most likely still overwhelmed from the scare, or the fact that your plan went terribly wrong. Instead of finishing your sentence, your face just grew red and you huffed while whipping your head the opposite direction.

“Quit your fuckin pouting princess,” Bakugou said, but his tone was much softer now as his arms now wrapped around you from behind, “You should’ve known better not to try and scare me.”

Rolling your eyes, you tried to jerk away until Kirishima stepped before you and took your hands in his own, rubbing comforting circles around them before smiling, “We’ll get him next time angel, promise.”

The sound of Bakugou’s offended growl behind you had the corner of your lip twitch upwards, though you were trying your best to hide the smile. Unlucky for you, Kirishima caught it as he placed a warm kiss on your forehead.

“And we’ll do whatever you want now, the night is yours.”

Narrowing your eyes you pointed a finger to his chest, “Even if I want to binge every Halloween movie on Disney Plus?”

“Fucking hell-” Bakugou started behind you, but Kirishima simply shot him a glare before nodding to you.

A small smile cracked on your face now, the sight catching both boy’s attention as grins formed on their own lips.

“There’s our pouty girl’s smile.” Kirishima said, beginning to smother your face with kisses causing you to cringe a bit in Bakugou’s grasp. This only had the ash blond clamp down on your waist tighter as he joined in the barrage of kisses, your smile turning into giggles as you tried to push them away.

“You gotta admit, that was fuckin hilarious.” Bakugou spoke in your ear, moving his way in front of you next to Kirishima as you wiped at the dried tears on your face and rolled your eyes.

“Yeah yeah, it was a pretty good plan.” You spoke, your expression slightly growing annoyed before you glanced behind them at the black figure still standing there, “Though breaking through the glass was a bit overkill.”

Both boys glanced to each other, their eyes finally looking at the scene upon realizing the mess on the floor.

“That definitely wasn’t part of the plan, whoever decided to dress up really went all out.” Kirishima spoke with almost impressed eyes while he waited for one of his friends to reveal themselves from behind the tarp.

“Whichever dipshit decided to do that was an idiot, glass could’ve really hurt her.” Bakugou hissed, his eyes falling to your ankle to see a small drip of blood already spreading along your white sock.

Silently Bakugou motioned for you to hop on the old counter, you did so as he tugged at his sleeve and began to apply pressure to the small wound before he looked to Kirishima, “See which dumbass I’m going to blow up then find the others, should be outside.”

Kirishima nodded, now beginning to realize how weird it was that they didn’t reveal themselves as soon as you had been scared. Gripping at the top of the black cloak, he ripped it off only for his entire body to freeze up at the sight.

Bakugou waited to hear which stupid voice was going to give an excuse as to why they changed the plan, but when he was met with silence he was even more confused. Giving one last final wipe, Bakugou huffed to himself in satisfaction when your wound began to stop bleeding as intensely.

“Well who the hell is it-” Bakugou hissed, his head whipping to Kirishima only to see nothing standing before the redhead.

Quickly moving around him, Bakugou looked everywhere for the sight of one of his shitty friends, only to find no one in sight.

Kirishima was already looking at him with wide eyes, both of them swallowing what saliva was left in their dry mouths before looking at you. Surprisingly, your face wore an unimpressed look as you folded your arms and raised a brow.

“Y/n, get upstairs.”

Admittedly, Bakugou’s stern voice had you a bit on edge. When he spoke like this, he usually meant every word. But after the scare they just put you through, you had a hard time believing much of anything.

“Very funny, haven’t you guys had enough torturing for today?” You huffed, rolling your eyes until you felt a strong arm lift you up off the counter and place you roughly down on the floor.

“Y/n, go now.” Kirishima growled, this officially shocking you since the redhead rarely ever got aggressive with you in these situations. Backing up slowly towards the stairs, you kept your eyes glued to the empty kitchen before looking to the two boys.

“T..This isn’t a part of your prank?”

The sound of a glass plate being flung into one of the cabinets across the kitchen was an answer enough for all three of you, each of you making a mad dash up the stairs as more kitchenware began to rumble and shatter within the kitchen.

Your mind was racing, surprised your heart didn’t just stop from all the jumpscares you’ve experienced in the span of a few minutes. Even in such a stressful moment, you couldn’t help but feel confused. If this was their plan all along, how did this ghost end up knowing about it? And where were all of your friends that were surely in on it?

“Y/n, go in that room ahead!” Bakugou shouted from behind you, both boys close on your tail. Nodding you quickly reached the door, never yanking a door knob faster in your life as you whipped the door open only to feel your blood run cold.

Kirishima kept his eyes on the bottom floor, his quirk already activated in a defensive manner while Bakugou watched you freeze in place.

“The fuck are you doing?! Get in!” Bakugou screamed, growing more frustrated until you slowly fell to your knees, a loud cry escaping your lips.

Once you were down, Bakugou’s gaze finally fell on the sight before him and he felt like his heart was going to stop.

“No…”

Kirishima felt his heart race as more chaotic noises grew closer from downstairs, his head whipping back to the two of you only to be confused as you both stood frozen.

“What’s going on?” Kirishima shouted, not quite being able to see around Bakugou before a loud bang was heard on the side of the stairs, “Shit Bakugou we have to go!”

Bakugou’s head whipped back at the loud bang, his eyes beginning to burn as he let out a growl and grabbed your waist, lifting you up as the two boys ran into the furthest room down the hall.

You remained shriveled up in Bakugou’s arms, your loud cries echoing through the home even throughout the chaotic noises that had Bakugou’s heart break.

Once Kirishima closed the door he looked down to your hysterical form, raising a brow to Bakugou while still keeping a close eye on the locked door, “What’s her problem?”

Bakugou thought about how he should respond, the sight alone would have been enough to bring the redhead to his knees as well, so he wasn’t sure how he would handle hearing it. But before the blond could open his mouth, your quivering voice filled in.

“O..Our friends! They were dead.” You cried, hands gripping onto Bakugou’s shirt as you sobbed into his chest.

Kirishima’s eyes were wide, his gaze immediately turning to Bakugou who had a dark expression on his face, “All three of em were there, covered in blood.”

The redhead felt his knees buckle, his mouth going dry as he processed Bakugou’s words. The brutish blond never lied about these types of things, and based off the glossy look in his eyes there was no lies to be found.

Either an intruder was in this house, or the story of the demon boy was real.

“We.. we need to get the hell out of here…” Kirishima said, though his voice wavered. He didn’t know what to really do, but he understood enough that he couldn’t lose either of you too.

Bakugou nodded sternly, his grip on the back of your shirt tightening as he glanced to the door which had horrifying sounds behind it.

“The last thing we need is that little fucking demon to hurt one of us,” Bakugou growled, eyes glowing with a new passion to bring pain to whoever caused all this, “How do you think we should get out?”

Kirishima pondered it for a moment, watching as you slowly brought your face out of Bakugou’s now soaked shirt. Your eyes were filled with fear and worry, and it made both boy’s hearts break even more.

This was supposed to be a simple prank, none of you ever expected it to turn into this.

Just as the two were about to converse over ideas, a sickly creak was heard from behind the three of you. All you wanted to do was pretend you never heard it and continue thinking of a plan, but with the situation you were in you knew you had to.

As the three of you looked back, all of your mouths dropped in horror to see the familiar cloaked figure standing before you, a sharp knife covered in blood swinging around in it’s hand before it pointed it to you all.

“Leaving so soon?”

The first sound to fill the air was your blood curdling scream, both Bakugou and Kirishima were quick to snap out of their feared shock thanks to their hero training. Without needing to verbally make a plan, Kirishima lifted up the nearby nightstand and launched it towards the window, the force causing it to shatter along the awning below you all.

Without a second to debate, Bakugou grabbed your hand and led you out the window, Kirishima close behind you. With little grace the three of you slid across the awning before Bakugou wrapped his arms around both of your waists and launched you in the air with his explosions.

The three of you skidded across the uneven gravel road, new cuts forming along your skin as you all glanced up at the dreadful haunted house.

“Holy shit.” Kirishima cried, his hands tugging at his hair stressfully as he looked down at the two of you.

“We need to get the fuck out of here and call the police.” Bakugou hissed, grabbing at your hand to help you up, though you didn’t miss the tremble in his hand.

There was no more joking, no more pranks, this was real life.

“B..But our friends…” You sobbed, head whipping back to the house as you felt your legs trying to give out again, “Our friends.”

“They’re fucking gone now Y/n, we need to leave before that thing gets us too!” Bakugou shouted a bit harsher than he intended, but with all three of you on edge you didn’t seem to notice.

Just as you all spun around and began running towards the front of the development, you all stuttered once you heard slow clapping behind you. For a moment, you all made a decision to run faster assuming it was that twisted demon still tormenting you from behind, but when you heard a dreadfully familiar voice you all officially stopped, blood running cold.

“I wouldn’t say we’re totally gone.”

You were the first to spin on your heel, your mouth dropped in complete and utter shock as you saw your three “dead” friends standing before you with grins.

Immediately hot tears began to fill up as you spun to the two boys who were still turned away from you, your fists clenching as you began to beat at their backs.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! That first scare wasn’t enough you assholes?”

Kirishima began to shake, not even feeling your furied punches while Bakugou caught your wrist, giving you a dark glare before focusing it towards his friends, “We didn’t plan this part.”

Your aggravated motions paused, eyes falling back to the two boys before glancing to your friends.

“Yup, it was all us!” Mina said with a grin, her arm slung around Kaminari as she stuck her tongue out, “Gotta admit, this is the best prank we’ve ever done!”

After everything you endured tonight, you had finally had enough.

“I thought you had died.” You cried, fists clenched before you raised a brow, “How did you even do this? Why did you do this?”

“Well Bakugou and Kirishima came to us with this plan to prank you,” Kaminari explained, your dark eyes glaring to both boys besides you before turning your attention back to the grinning boy, “And we thought that was super unfair to you so we decided to double cross your double crossed double cross.”

Your brows furrowed at Kaminari’s rather foolish explanation, arms folded as you let out an annoyed puff of air, “But you still scared me, what was the point?”

“It wouldn’t have worked as well if you knew.” Sero said matter of factly as he watched the three of you just stand there, devoid of all emotion.

Still your mouth was agape, your brain not being able to process the worst thirty minutes of your life you had just experienced. Luckily you didn’t need to think of anything to say, the sounds of sharpening and explosions going off besides you.

Justice was going to be served.

[illegal-spiegel]

Late Night Workout

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader x Eijirou Kirishima 

Genre: smut, fluff if you squint 

Warnings: threesome (kinda? Idk they take turns with you lmao), degradation, praise, dry humping, teasing, like one spank I think, implied masturbation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, Kiri loses control for a moment (in a good way), uh I think that’s it- 

Summary: The three of you sneak into your regular gym to work out after hours only to get locked inside. Surely there’s a way for you three to pass the time? 

WC: 5.2k words

1k followers event - 42. “Here, you look cold.” 52. “Were you watching me?” 78. “Guess we’re going to be here for a while…”

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“Hurry up, guys!” Kiri shouts, turning to look over his shoulder at you and Bakugou. 

“Shut up, dumbass. Someone will hear you,” Bakugou snaps, lightly grabbing your arm to speed you two up. Kiri’s cheeks get a little pink as he sheepishly smiles at you two while he waits for you to catch up. 

“Sorry,” he whispers. You giggle and loop your arm through his when you reach him, giving him a reassuring smile. 

“Don’t worry about it. Bakubro is just nervous.”

“Don’t call me that, shithead.” 

“Well, I’m excited!” Kiri softly cheers, bumping his hip with yours. You hum and bump him right back, letting the two boys lead the way. 

“Here, you look cold.”

You stop when Kiri stops, your eyes widening a bit when he tugs his hoodie off and brings his shirt up with it. You quickly advert your eyes, finding Bakugou has stopped to watch the two of you. 

“No, that’s okay. I don’t nee-”

“I can see the goosebumps on you,” he teases after pulling the material over his head, offering the hoodie–which happens to be the one you got him for his birthday–to you. You smile sheepishly as you take it, pulling the blue material over your head and humming at how warm it is. 

“Thanks, Kiri,” you say softly, watching his smile widen at your words. 

“Don’t mention it,” he says as he takes ahold of your hand and leads you over to Bakugou. You now loop your arm through Bakugou’s and bite back a smile when he acts annoyed by it but tugs you closer to him nonetheless. 

When you reach your destination, you all grin widely (Bakugou more so smirks). “Okay, we have to be quick,” you whisper, starting to head for the door, “Onizuka should be doing his final rounds right now.” 

“Remind me again why we can’t come to the gym during the gym’s hours like normal people?” Bakugou asks with a sigh, watching you sneak around. 

“Because that bitch Rosalia thinks she’s so much better than me and she always comes to the gym when she knows I’ll be there. She’s always trying to compete with me and follows me around the entire time,” you groan. 

“Right. And we are here because…” Bakugou grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Because you’re supportive friends. You know she has a crush on you both. So, with you not being there either, she can eat my dick. Plus I need someone to spot me,” you conclude your explanation as you creak the door open. Bakuogu snorts at your lovely explanation and follows you inside the building. 

“I still think this is overkill.”

“I’m here for you, (Y/n)!” Kiri whisper-shouts, giving you an air pump. 

“Thank you!” 

With that said, you three sneak inside the building and move your way toward the locker rooms. You make sure to avoid Onizuka, and once you’re sure he’s gone, you all (read: you and Kirishima) cheer. “Sweet, we’re in! Let’s get ready!” 

Bakugou grunts and walks away from you both to go into the guys’ locker room. Kiri gives you a thumbs up before following him inside. You walk into the girls’ locker room and start undressing, pulling on your leggings and sports bra. Hero training, especially pro hero training, can be hard stuff, but you have to say, you’re happy with how it makes your body look. You’re hard in all the right places and soft in the important ones. 

After getting changed, you come out to find the boys waiting for you. “Well, let’s get going,” you say with a smile before jogging into the gym area. You completely miss how their eyes are roaming your newly exposed skin. 

You three workout on and off for about two hours, just letting yourselves feel the burn and work up a good sweat. After doing some cooldown exercises, you three call it a night. “We’ll meet you outside, yeah?” Kiri asks as he runs a towel over his hair. He wore it down today, and with how much he’s sweating, you can’t help but think he looks delectable. 

“Yeah,” you agree, quickly looking away from him and downing some of your water. You then head inside the girls’ locker room, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. Your heart is just still going fast from your workout is all. Yeah, that’s all it is. 

You decide to take a quick shower, figuring that the cool water will feel nice on your overly hot skin. It doesn’t really do you much good though since you end up touching yourself anyway…

After letting the water rush over you for a few minutes once you’re done with your fun, you hop out and wrap a towel around your body. You hum to yourself as you walk over to your locker, swaying your hips a bit as you pull out your clothes. Just as you finish tugging on your underwear, you hear a throat clear behind you. You spin around to find Kirishima with a red face and Bakugou with a smirk on his. 

“Guys! What are you doing in here?” You grab Kiri’s hoodie and press it to your chest to hide your body from them. You’re in your bra and panties, so it could be worse, but you’re not exactly decent. Remembering who your best friends are, you gasp and playfully squint your eyes at them. “Were you watching me?” you ask in a teasing tone, knowing they wouldn’t actually do such a thing and act like creepers. 

“No! No, of course not, (Y/n)! We just came to tell you…” You raise a brow when Kirishima suddenly trails off. 

“Tell me what?” you ask, picking your towel up with your free hand to run it through your hair. 

“The doors are locked,” Bakugou finishes for him. Your brow raises higher as you toss your towel onto the bench in front of you, your free hand resting on your hip now. 

“Uh, yeah, I know,” you reply with a small snort and roll of your eyes. Does he think you’re a moron? 

“No. They’re locked from the outside. We can’t get out without a key,” Bakugou explains, crossing his arms over his chest as he squints his eyes at you.  

“Oh…” your voice falters, your arm falling down by your side. Yeah, maybe you are a moron. 

“Yeah…” Kirishima mumbles, rubbing his arms sheepishly. You sigh and close your eyes, placing your hand onto your forehead as you try to think. “Guess we’re going to be here for a while…”

“God, I am so sorry, guys. I shouldn’t have roped you into my shenanigans,” you mumble, feeling guilty. Your hand holding Kiri’s hoodie scrunches the material, the hoodie shifting to reveal more of your skin when you do so. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it, (Y/n). You had no way of knowing. Besides, we can probably find a window or something,” Kiri reassures as he walks over to you. He goes to place a hand on your shoulder before remembering that you’re not exactly wearing much. You blush at this as well and tug his hoodie closer to yourself with both hands. 

“We’d probably set off alarms if we touched any of the windows,” Bakugou advises, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning his weight onto one foot. 

“I’m really sorry, guys…” you mumble again, looking at the ground in shame. 

“Hey, I already said not to worry about it. We aren’t mad.”

“Speak for yourself,” Bakuogu pipes up with a scoff, starting to walk towards you both. You look up at him with big eyes, reminding him of an innocent, little bunny. 

“Bakug-” Kiri starts warningly, but Bakugou just cuts him off. 

“That just means you’ll have to make it up to us, sweetcheeks,” Bakugou finishes, a sinister smirk appearing on his face at that moment. Your brows knit together as you try to guess what he means, worriedly glancing at Kiri only to find him looking just as confused as you. 

“C’mon, man. She doesn’t owe us anything.” 

“Oh, I think she does,” he argues as he stops right in front of you, making you gulp. 

“What do you want?” you stutter out, nervously staring up into those pools of fire. 

Bakugou looks up towards the ceiling as he places his hands on his hips again, seeming to think about your question. “How about…” he starts, bringing his head back up to look down at you. You jump and drop the hoodie to the floor when he suddenly surges forward, his hand slamming onto the locker by your head. You press yourself back against the cold metal, goosebumps raising from your bare skin touching the cool lockers. “You get down on your knees and make it up to me?” he coos menacingly. 

You gasp and feel your eyes widen tenfold, your throat bobbing as you swallow. He doesn’t mean…

“Bakugou…” Kiri mumbles, bringing the blond’s gaze to his best friend. 

“What?” he asks in a bored tone, lazily looking over to the shorter male. 

“We talked about this…” 

“Did we?” he asks at the same time you ask, “You did?” 

“Yes…” Kiri mumbles awkwardly, a flaring red blush coming to his face as he awkwardly looks between you two. 

“Mm, too bad I don’t recall,” he purrs as he turns to look back at you. 

“No. What did you two talk about?” you demand. Bakugou raises a brow at the assertive change in your demeanor, a corner of his mouth twitching. 

“You really wanna know?” he purrs, looking at you up and down. This is when you realize you dropped the hoodie you were clutching to you earlier and you’re practically naked. Though, with the way he’s looking at you, you don’t think you really mind. 

“Obviously,” you snap, clenching your jaw as you determinedly stare up at him. He only smirks at you, as if you were nothing more than a puppy growling and trying to make itself look bigger. 

“Should I tell her or would you like to do the honors?” Bakugou speaks up, never taking his eyes away from yours. You, however, bring your gaze over Bakugou’s shoulder to a very embarrassed and flustered Kirishima. 

“Uh…” Kiri starts, seemingly at a loss for words. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so red. 

“We had a little competition going on to see who could win you over,” Bakugou confesses, not hesitating for a second. He doesn’t even seem ashamed or embarrassed. Not even a little. 

Your jaw completely drops open at this, looking between the two to see if he was joking. From the way Bakugou is cockily smirking and Kiri looking like he wants the floor to swallow him whole, you figure he must be telling the truth. 

“Excuse me?” you find yourself saying, gaping at them. You’re not necessarily mad, but you’re not just going to accept this mind-blowing information either. 

“No. It wasn’t a competition necessarily,” he stutters out, stepping closer to the two of you, “We’re so sorry, (Y/n). We-”

“Speak for yourself. I’m not sorry at all.”

You scoff and bring your eyes back to Bakugou, finding him relaxed and cool as ever. You defyingly tilt your head up at him, crossing your arms over your chest. This, of course, causes your breasts to squish together and both of their eyes flicker down at the action. Your lips twitch with the threat of breaking your angry expression with a smirk. Honestly, you’re not angry at all. If anything, your stomach is swirling with excitement and desire. 

“Well, you should be. I’m not a trophy you can compete for. I’m a person,” you sass, squinting your eyes at him. He doesn’t falter at all though, continuing to stare you down with that stupid cocky expression. 

“Oh yeah?” he challenges, tilting his head to the side as he brings his face closer to yours. 

“Yeah,” you respond confidently. Well, you think you sound confident but by the way Bakugou reacts to you, you must’ve sounded like a scared chipmunk. 

“Oh. That’s interesting coming from the person who eyes us like we’re two slabs of meat for your pleasure and enjoyment.” Oh shit. Were you that obvious? 

Your surprised, wide-eyed look makes Bakugou chuckle lowly, his body pressing closer and slotting one of his legs between your own. 

“I…I don’t do that,” you lie, no longer making eye contact with either of them. Bakugou laughs, actually laughs, at this. 

“Right. So I guess it was just my imagination when Kiri gave you his hoodie earlier, you were slobbering over his abs when his shirt slipped up a bit.” You gasp and look up at him in shock, your eyes looking over to Kirishima. He seems just as surprised as you though. That’s good at least. You weren’t too obvious if he didn’t even realize. Then again, Kiri can be oblivious to things like that. Just last week this woman he saved was practically slobbering all over him and trying to ask him out on a date. He was completely unaware and just told her to have a nice day. The thing was, she still swooned over him despite getting shot down (though unintentional). All he has to do is smile and no one can stay mad at him. Hell, even Bakugou falls victim to that. 

Bakugou just happens to be an overly observant prick, got it. 

“Yes, it was,” you deny, your hands squeezing your upper arms crossed over your chest. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

“Hm, guess I have an overly wild imagination since I could’ve sworn you were looking at my ass while I was doing squats,” he teases, his smirk still ever-present. 

“Nope,” you further deny. Your cheeks aren’t the only thing that’s warm. Your whole body feels like it’s an inferno. 

You gasp when he suddenly grabs your hips and makes you grind down on his leg. “What are you doing?” you shout. You make absolutely no move to get away from him though. And he notices this. 

“You clearly aren’t going to confess on your own, so I’m going to force it out of you.” You tremble against him as he keeps rubbing his thigh against your pussy. You start moving on your own accord, grinding against his muscular leg as you bite your lip. 

“Bakugou…” Kiri says softly, entranced by the way your body is moving. The blond turns to look at his best friend over his shoulder, his smirk turning into an arrogant grin. 

“Why so quiet? I almost forgot you were there,” he teases. Kiri crosses his arms over his chest, whether that be because he doesn't appreciate the teasing or it’s his way of protecting himself from the embarrassment, you don’t know. 

“C’mere,” he suddenly demands, reaching his arm back towards his friend. Kiri audibly gulps as he takes the last few steps forward to reach you both. Bakugou loosely wraps his arm around Kiri’s shoulder and presses him into his side. “Kiss her,” he whispers into his ear. Kirishima gasps and turns his head to look at the older man. 

“What?” he asks, shock written all over his face. 

“Yeah, do it,” he commands. Kiri starts shaking his head, refusing to make eye contact with you. 

“This isn’t ri-”

“Look at her,” he interrupts, pushing Kiri’s cheek with his fingers to bring his head towards you. Kiri finally looks at you and feels his cock twitch in his pants. You’re flushed now from all the moving you’re doing. You’re trembling as you search for release against Bakugou’s pants. 

You look hot. 

“She likes it. She likes us,” he reassures his best friend. “Isn’t that right, princess?” he suddenly asks you, turning to look at you once more. When you don’t respond, he squeezes your hips hard and makes you come to a stop. You whine and wiggle your hips, trying to break free to continue. “I asked you a question,” he says lowly, uncaring that you’re whining and trying to finish what he started. 

“Yes. Yes, please. I wanna cum,” you beg, looking up at them both with pleading eyes. Bakugou hums and turns to look at the redhead. 

“What do you think, Eijirou? Should we let her cum?” Kirishima gulps once more and you watch the way his adam’s apple bobs at the action. 

“Yeah…” he mumbles, his eyes roaming your bare skin and stopping on your panties that are very obviously drenched. Wow, you really like this, huh? 

“Yeah?” Bakugou asks, tilting his head. 

“Yeah,” Kiri confirms, biting his lip with his sharp teeth. 

“Hm…” Bakugou hums, looking you over in consideration. “I don’t think the little liar deserves it,” he decides. He lets you go and takes a step back. You whine and slump against the lockers, feeling close to tears. Who would’ve known Bakugou was such a big tease? 

“Please,” you beg, looking between each of them. 

“Admit that you’re always staring at us then,” Bakugou decides with a shrug. This has you pausing. What little pride you have left wants to refuse, but ultimately your body overrules your pride. 

“Okay, yes. I check you out a lot. You do the same thing to me though,” you respond. You didn’t actually know if they did or not. After everything that’s just happened though, it makes sense for them to do so. 

“I never said we didn’t, sweetheart,” Bakugou casually responds as he sits down on the bench. You feel another whine forming in your throat but swallow it down. Why isn’t he touching you anymore? 

“Well, go on, Eijirou. Touch her.” 

You’re surprised Kiri doesn’t get whiplash from how fast he turns to look at Bakugou. “What?” he asks, just like how he had done earlier. Bakugou leans back on his hands on the bench, his eyes glancing down at his friend’s obvious hard-on.

“What, you don’t want to?” Bakugou asks innocently, tilting his head with a raised brow. 

“No!” Kiri shouts. He then blushes and shakes his head. “No, I mean yes. I want to, yes. But…” he trails off, turning to look at you. He can’t look at you for too long though, but at the same time, he can’t look away. You just look so needy and desperate.  

“Kiri, please. Touch me. I want you to,” you plead, grabbing his arm and forcing him closer. He licks his lips as he nods his head, giving you a once-over. 

“Okay,” he barely whispers before leaning and connecting your lips. You happily hum into the kiss, his warm body sharing his body heat to warm you back up from where you got cold after Bakugou moved away from you. You gasp into the kiss as his hands leave from where they were cupping your cheeks to trail down your body. He’s very respectful on the way down, moving in the valley between your breasts down to your panties. There, one hand rests on your hip where Bakugou’s was not too long ago while the other slips to the front of your underwear. He starts rubbing your throbbing heat through the wet fabric, listening to you mewl and try to grind against his fingers. 

“She’s so wet,” he suddenly speaks, trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. You moan and look over his shoulder at Bakugou, who is palming the tent in his joggers as he watches the two of you. 

“I could’ve told you that,” he laughs, his free hand coming to rub the wet spot you left on his pants. Your blush worsens at the teasing, your head falling back to give Kirishima more room to work on your neck. 

“Can I have her first?” he suddenly asks as he pulls away, his ruby red eyes staring into your half-lidded ones. 

“She’s all yours…as long as she’s okay with having the rough treatment after the gentle one,” Bakugou answers, smirking at you with the same dumb smirk he’s had on his face since he first walked into the locker room. 

Kirishima stares down at you as he awaits your response, his eyes searching yours. You inhale and exhale shakily before nodding your head. “Just make sure to actually make me cum,” you tease, your usual personality shining through your current wrecked one. 

“Mm, trust me. You’ll be begging for me to stop by the time I’m done,” Bakugou boasts. You don’t get the chance to reply though since Kirishima is hoisting you up and pressing you harder into the locker, your legs tightly wrapping around his waist. It doesn’t surprise you that he can lift you up so easily. The amount he benches is actually insane. Then again, most pro heroes can bench around what he does. 

You gasp when you hear a ripping sound, pulling back from the kiss to look down. You find your panties in shambles, the ripped shreds falling to the floor from Kiri’s hands. “Sorry,” he apologizes on a breath before bringing his lips back to yours. You moan and grind against his hard cock still hiding from you in his shorts. 

“Don’t be,” you breathe when he pulls away to focus on taking your bra off. He smiles at you right before the clasp comes undone and your breasts are revealed to the chilly room. 

“Wow…” he breathes, his hands resting just below the swell of your chest. Your nipples harden from the cool air and the pair of eyes staring you down. 

You do a double take when you realize that Bakugou has moved since you last looked at him. He’s now standing off to the side, hand shoved down his joggers. You can’t see his dick either, but you can see the way his hand is slowly pumping his shaft. You lick your lips as you watch, realizing he must’ve moved to get a better view of the show. 

“Well, don’t stop there. Fuck her,” comes Bakugou’s deep voice that seems to be even deeper than it was before. Kiri sharply inhales as he nods his head, reaching between you two to tug his shorts and boxers down in one go. You whine when you see his pretty cock, unashamedly eyeing it up. 

He’s clean-shaven and the tip of his dick is a pretty red color, looking a little swollen and weepy from how turned on he is. He’s easily six inches, possibly longer.

You don’t really have time to admire it since he’s rubbing the head against your entrance, rubbing your wetness up towards your clit before going back down. “You touched yourself, didn’t you?” he whispers, seemingly already out of breath before you’ve even started. You look away from his mesmerizing cock to look up at him. 

“What?” you ask, almost missing what he said entirely. You still caught it though, but you’re surprised he asked you such a question. 

“Your hole…it’s already stretched out…” he says a little louder than before, maybe keeping Bakugou up to speed with what’s going on. 

“No…” you lie, trying so hard not to stutter. You cry out when Bakugou is suddenly by both of your sides, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back. 

“Oh, you little slut.” You whimper at the name, your back arching off the locker for a moment. 

“I bet you were thinking about us. Weren’t you, you pretty little whore,” Bakugou coos, hand still fisted around your hair. 

“Yes, I was,” you admit breathily. You smirk though as you turn your head to look at Bakugou head-on. “And what are you going to do about it?” you taunt. He seems to be thinking it over, but he doesn’t get to do anything since Kiri takes the initiative. 

He starts inching himself into your cunt, your eyes rolling back into your head at how full you feel once he comes to a stop. “Good boy, Eijirou,” Bakugou mumbles, licking his lips as he watches Kiri push his length all the way inside of you until he can’t fit anymore. 

Kirishima whimpers at the praise, tightly gripping your hips as he starts thrusting in and out of your crying pussy. You moan and grasp his upper arm with one hand while the other rests on Bakugou’s shoulder for support. 

Your gaze floats up to the ceiling, your eyes struggling to stay open as Kiri thrusts in and out of your gaping pussy. You gasp when Bakugou’s grip on your hair suddenly tightens before he’s forcing your head down. Your eyes instantly find Kirishima’s pretty cock disappearing into your pussy before reappearing wetter than it was before. You moan at the sight, your hole clenching around the man fervently fucking you. 

“Watch him as he fucks you. You should be more appreciative,” Bakugou chastises, keeping your head held forward to make sure you stay watching Kirishima. You scream in ecstasy as your body shivers in pleasure, your cunt gushing around Kirishima as you cum. “Dirty slut,” Bakugou mumbles as if he’s disappointed or disapproving over this fact. In reality, though, he’s eating it up. 

Kirishima cums shortly after you do, pulling out just in time to coat your stomach and thighs in ropes of white. It’s not even a minute later when Bakugou is letting go of your hair and manhandling you out of Kirishima’s hold and into his own. You blink wearily at him before looking down, finding his joggers are already on the floor. 

His dick is around the same size as Kirishima, possibly a little bigger. His cock though is covered in bulging veins and the head is more on the purple side while Kiri’s was pinker. His tip is just as weepy as Kiri’s was though. 

You scream when he forces himself into your sensitive pussy in one go. You claw at his back, his entire body being pressed flush against yours. He doesn’t hesitate for a beat before starting to thoroughly fuck into you. 

You moan and mewl with each thrust, your head resting on your arm that’s wrapped around his neck. You stare at Kirishima as Bakugou roughly rails into you, watching as the younger man slowly sits down on the bench. His cock twitches in interest as he watches his best friend have his way with you. 

“You like being treated like a common whore? Hm?” Bakugou asks. He pulls you away from the lockers, his hands cupping your ass to keep you up on his bulging cock. You pull back with a moan, desperately nodding your head as he bounces you up and down his throbbing dick. 

“Yeah?” he asks, bringing one hand away from your ass only to bring it back down in a harsh slap. You shout his name as you throw your head back, placing your hands onto his shoulders as you help him thrust you up and down. “You like being my personal sex toy that I can use how I please?” he taunts. You nod your head rapidly, your eyes rolling back into your head as you clench around him. 

“Little slut gonna cum again already?” he taunts, moving you up and down faster. You scream his name as you do just that, causing a circle of white to appear around the base of his cock. “Look at you…creaming all over my fat cock…” he taunts. His voice sounds a little shakier though as he throbs inside of your tight cunt. Guess he’s getting close too. 

After a few more pumps, he rushedly pulls out just as he starts to orgasm. He points his cock right at your used pussy, shooting his seed all over your wet cunt. He smirks as he watches his cum join Kiri’s, his chest rising and falling rapidly. 

He slowly puts you down, laughing when you cling onto him as your legs shake. “Hope I didn’t break you,” he teases, watching you lean back against the lockers as you try to come down from your high and get ahold of your bearings. 

“Fuck you,” you snap lowly, tilting your head back to look up at the heavens, hoping this will help you calm down faster if you can’t see them. 

“I just did,” he jokes, making you groan and Kiri chuckle lightly. Kiri suddenly appears in your field of vision. You bring your gaze down to look at him, smiling at him when he seems sheepish now. 

“Sorry about your underwear. I kinda just got lost in the moment…” 

You giggle as you bring a hand to the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss. “Don’t worry about it. It was hot,” you reassure. He grins at this, loosely wrapping his arms around you for a hug. 

You look over at Bakugou to find him pulling his joggers back on. Your attention returns to Kiri though as he suddenly swoops you up into his arms princess style. “What are you doing?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“We dirtied you-” he stops when Bakugou snorts and says something along the lines of ‘yeah we did.’ He rolls his eyes as he brings you to the showers, slowly setting you down and turning the hot water on. “It’s the least I can do to clean you up,” he says softly and you swear you’ve never felt so warm and fuzzy inside until this very moment. 

“Awe, what a gentleman,” you coo, giving him another kiss. “Too bad they can’t all be like you,” she jokes pointedly giving Bakugou a look. He scoffs and comes over to the shower you two were occupying. 

“Hey, he cleans you up, I make you food,” he offers with a shrug, crossing his arms over his chest. You hum as you think about it, putting your hand out to feel the water’s temperature. 

“Fine. You both have to cuddle me too.” 

“Okay!” Kiri says with a happy grin at the same time Bakugou rolls his eyes and grunts out, “Fine.” As if the fucker isn’t excited too. 

You smile and give them each a sweet kiss. “It’s a date then,” you declare with a wink. 

Kiri helps you clean yourself off before drying you off, in which Bakugou then helps you get dressed again. Once that was all done, you sigh and sit down on one of the many benches. 

“Now what? We’re still stuck here until the morning,” you sigh. When you don’t get a response, you look up at your two best friends, who are possibly more now. 

“We should be able to get out through a window…” Kiri says softly. You stand up at this, placing your hands onto your hips as you raise a brow at them. 

“But I thought you sai-”

“I lied.” Your jaw is once again unhinging as you stare at Bakugou in shock. You then scoff, laughing a little as you hit his chest. “You think you’re so clever.” 

“Yeah, a little,” he agrees with a shrug. You roll your eyes as you leave the locker room and head for one of the many windows in the place. 

“Jerk.” 

“Besides, even if an alarm did go off, we’re all heroes. They know we wouldn’t break into a place. We’d just explain it was a misunderstanding!” Kiri says confidently. You hum as you study the window before pulling it open. 

No alarms go off. 

“Oh, I am so getting you back for this,” you swear as you point at Bakugou with squinted eyes. He just gives you a sleezy grin. 

“I can’t wait.”

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[r4spb3rr13s]

things they do that make your heart skip a beat

♱ bakugou, kirishima, midoriya, todoroki, kaminari, shinsou

fluffy and suggestive 😔

disclaimer this could all js be niche stuff i find attractive…

bakugou

♱ wears black compression shirts and tank tops that cling to his biceps, shows uncharacteristic patience helping you with schoolwork, blushes when he catches you looking at him, grabs your hips when he walks past you, cooks shirtless with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron on, chronic manspreader, reverses the car with his hand on your seat and looking over his shoulder yk exactly what im talking about

kirishima

♱ makes you sit on his back when he does press ups - will then proceed to do one handed press ups while grinning at you in the gym mirror, poses after a work out for you, wipes stuff off your face and (if edible duh) licks it off his thumb, has the worlds deepest morning voice, hugs you from behind CONSTANTLY - if he could glue himself to your backside you better believe he would

midoriya

♱ IS RESPECTFUL TO HIS MOTHER 😫😫, will hurl himself out the car to come open your door for you, gives you the most insightful opinions of clothes, makeup, whatever, rubs his thumb over your hand when he holds your hand, holds the door open for you without a second thought, the sidewalk rule <3, saves every. single. photo. you send him

todoroki

♱ pays for everything before you can protest, sends you flowers with little notes attached randomly, brushes/styles your hair for you, will sit for hours in changing rooms w you and make you do 360s for every outfit, takes candids of you and refuses to delete any of them, constantly leans down so you can speak in his ear and you get a big whiff of his fancy cologne, speaks diff languages 🥹

kaminari

♱ leans his hands on the tops of doorways when he’s talking to you, pulls you in by your belt loops to talk to you, leans over in the middle of serious conversations to whisper a stupid joke in your ear that you have to struggle not to cackle at, wears rings and lets you play with them, calls you “m’lady” and “ma’am” when you’re annoyed at him, whenever he zips you up in a dress or buttons you up he’ll kiss the back of your neck and your shoulders, is really good with his little baby and toddler cousins 🩷🩷🩷

shinsou

♱ “yeah?” “mhmm?” WHEEWWW SIR, plays guitar for you and sends u vids of him playing songs u request, stretches and his shirts always lift up to show off his happy trail 🙂‍↕️, drags you down to sit in his lap for EVERY activity he does - paperwork, video games, whatever, has constant bedroom eyes???, tugs on your hair to get your attention, had to lean back and adjust himself everytime he sits down bc he wears the baggiest pants in existence

do i need to start a taglist?

[crushmeeren]

Bakugou/Fem Reader/Kirishima

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Warnings; some mild descriptions of fighting/being in pain, brief mentions of blood, cursing, praise/reader is called a good girl, oral sex, mating press

☠ Everyone involved is 18+/aged up

It’s boiling.

Fucking sweltering.

Your eyes snap open, the stifling heat stirring you into a reluctant form of consciousness.

You glance down, only to be met with a face full of damp red hair that could only belong to your boyfriend Eijirou.

Who apparently has taken it upon himself to use your shoulder as a pillow.

The man is a goddamn furnace.

Of course, you’re privy as to why he’s so feverish. It’s the same burning itch that lurks just below the surface of your own skin.

This past week you’ve been counting down the days until the full moon — and there’s only one left.

Plus, it’s only Eijirou’s third time dealing with his shift — so his control over his body is shaky at best.

Katsuki being the pack leader, has much more experience and insight dealing with the shift than you do.

Hence the reason you’ve all made sure he’ll be home tomorrow night to ensure it goes smoothly.

Groaning, you unstick yourself from the entirely too sweaty body clinging to you. Your nose scrunches in discomfort as you unwind the hefty weight of Eijirou’s arm from your waist and untangle your legs.

You shove at Eijirou’s shoulder, mumbling for him to get his heavy ass off.

Said man doesn’t stir, softly sighing and turning over to face the wall.

Limbs sluggish with sleep you push up onto your elbows, then up until you’re sitting on your butt.

You kick off the suffocating covers and lean backwards onto the headboard in hopes for better airflow to cool off.

It would be unbelievably helpful to have Todoroki’s quirk right now.

You decide to study the room to distract yourself, admiring the way the moonlight has bled in. Illuminating certain shapes as you bask in the peaceful stillness of the night.

It’s not as if the darkness hinders you either way. Seeing as your eyesight is just as sharp in the night.

What with your…..condition.

Using the back of your hand to wipe the sweat off of your forehead your thoughts trail to Katsuki. Curious as to how his patrol is fairing.

You lean over and tap the screen of your phone where it rests on your side table.

The light from the screen is on the edge of blinding, making you wince and partially shield your eyes.

Why the fuck do I keep it so bright?

You fumble to put it in dark mode, reading the last vague and aggressive message Katsuki sent.

Katsuki 🧡

“I’d rather chew off my own motherfucking arm than be on patrol with icy hot right now.”

A startled bark of laughter pushes past your lips.

Eijirou shifts restlessly behind you, but you pay him no mind. He tosses and turns frequently in his sleep this close to shifting.

You read over the text again. You know Katsuki doesn’t mean that. He and Todoroki are fairly decent friends these days.

You reply swiftly.

After setting your phone down and scooting underneath the blankets, you promptly flop onto your back in an attempt to get comfortable.

You debate whether or not to cuddle up to Eijirou, but decide against it. Waking up drenched in sweat does not appeal to you.

As you start to drift off, the rhythmic lull of crickets outside your window helps your mind quiet once again. Lids drooping as your breathing begins to even out.

Crack.

You blink a few times in rapid succession, instantly on guard. You cautiously stay still, ears twitching and listening for the familiar sound.

Crack.

A blistering chill rushes through your blood as you recognize the unwanted tell tale sound of bones breaking.

Crack. Snap!

Your pulse jackrabbits so violently your heart may bruise your rib cage.

Please for the love of God don’t let this be what I think it is. The full moon isn’t until tomorrow night!

Eijirou suddenly cries out. A keening, wounded noise that’s wrenched from the pits of his chest.

Before you can register it, you’re sitting up straight. Spine stiffening as you turn and watch Eijirou with mounting horror.

It’s not unlike witnessing twin snakes slithering, shifting urgently as Eijirou’s own spine breaks and rearranges for a body that’s far less human.

“Ei,” you whisper frantically, by his side in an instant. Your chest squeezes, adrenaline forcing the hair on your arms to stand on end. You shake his shoulder roughly, brushing the hair that’s sticking to his forehead away with your free hand. “Eijirou.”

He whines a jumbled version of your name before going stock still. You freeze alongside him, hyper aware of your shuddering exhales.

Dread settles over you, stomach dropping as you listen to Eijirou’s newly forming claws rip and shred the sheet next to him.

A low rumble starts up in his chest, slowly clawing its way up to emanate from his throat.

Your stomach knots up realizing it’s too late for you to help him keep even a sliver of coherence through this.

Your fingers unwillingly twitch where they’re tangled in Eijirou’s hair. His growl intensifies, a stiff warning embedded in it.

Hands shaking, you carefully shift your gaze down to his side profile, catching the untamed fury twisting his features.

It’s abhorrent and unnatural the way it replaces his normal cheerfulness.

The sudden fierce instinctive urge to fight Eijirou knocks around inside your mind so roughly you get lightheaded.

Eijirou’s already side eyeing you menacingly. His iris glows a pale yellow rather than the cherry red it usually is.

There’s a few seconds of silence, tension suffocating as you weigh your only two options.

Fight or flight?

With no hesitation, you lunge towards the side table closest to you. Barely managing to grab your phone as you start launching to your feet to get away.

Eijirou’s claws sink in brutally, taking a decent chunk from your outer thigh as you skirt out of his deadly range.

The explosive searing sensation of your flesh ripping wrenches all the air from your lungs.

Crimson sprays the otherwise pristine sheets as you stagger upright to your feet.

You whip around with a snarl that bounces off your bedroom walls. Anger making your entire body flash white hot.

The instinctual pulse to return the favor and give Eijirou a nasty scar is all consuming and you know your own eyes are flashing yellow.

Eijirou leaps towards you without missing a beat and you all but sprint through the door. Slamming it shut and twisting the lock right as the redhead rams into it.

It locks from the outside for a reason.

You stumble forward, struggling to ignore the borderline unbearable pain lancing through your leg and place a hand on the couch to steady yourself.

Your mind races, warm liquid trailing from your wound down your leg and pooling between your toes. You want to gag.

You can’t fucking think straight.

You squeeze your eyes shut. Taking a singular fortifying breath as you clench your phone in a fist.

The sides start to give and it reminds you not to obliterate the thing, as well as why you snagged it in the first place — to text Katsuki so you have a chance in hell of coming out this night alive.

With trembling hands you text the blonde a short yet urgent message.

Eijirou is shifting. 911. Hurry.

A deafening bang makes you jump a foot into the air, nails automatically sharpening into points.

You chance a peak at the door. Fear prickles at the base of your skull as the behemoth on the other side splinters it down the middle.

You briefly recall when Eijirou turned 21, shifting for the first time.

It was only a mere three months ago. He was the last one out of the three of you to do so, but he wasn’t as violent as he is now.

It was messy and there were a lot of tears, but you’d trade this scenario for that one in a heartbeat.

Shifting is always erratic in the beginning, but you were sure Eijirou would be the more laid back type.

Apparently not.

You shake your head to clear the unhelpful memories when Eijirou’s frustrated howl cuts through them.

You glance at the front door with a scowl. You can’t very well go outside and take a half shifted, out of control werewolf into the neighborhood.

You’re not even wearing any damn pants.

You veto the forest as an option as well. Mainly because Katsuki will inevitably find you and Eijirou torn to pieces before the sun rises.

Steeling your resolve, you submit to the fact that you’ll have to put up as much of a fight against Eijirou as you’re able to until Katsuki saves you.

The deep gashes in your thigh scream in protest when you shuffle behind the coffee table, placing the couch and it between you and the door.

You preemptively mourn the loss of your phone and toss it aside, bracing yourself in a defensive stance.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Any second now.

The door is on its last legs.

One more heave and it splits entirely, debris flying in all directions. Eijirou forces his body through the opening, face distorted, half shifted with claws and fangs to match.

He snarls furiously when his gaze lands on your defensive form. You return the sentiment, making him aware you’re challenging him.

The icy sensation of fear continues to rush through your limbs, mixing dangerously with a barely suppressed fury that you’re unable to ignore.

You curse any and everything known to mankind and pray you’re able to keep him contained until Katsuki arrives.

Biting the bullet you take a running start towards Eijirou, sidestepping the coffee table. You’re hell bent on getting the first punch in.

His reflexes mirror yours. Using the backrest of the couch to jump and propel himself at you like a shot.

The collision is excruciating. One of your ribs has cracked from the force — you’re sure of it.

Eijirou’s got enough weight on you that the impact sends you both careening backwards, slamming onto the coffee table before rolling off with a thump as you connect with the ground.

Eijirou crushes you when you land and you shove a palm into his cheek and wrench his head to the side.

You desperately sink your teeth into the muscle where Eijirou’s neck meets his shoulder, hoping the pain will allow him to snap out of it.

He wails, the sound distorted from mutating vocal chords. He thrashes in your grip. Tearing away and ripping his flesh in the process.

The metallic scent chokes you. Blood is splattered everywhere, and your brain is starting to get fuzzy a long the edges as you lose yourself to the wolf.

Somehow, you’re able to tuck your feet under Eijirou’s stomach. Pressing into the firm muscle there and sending him flying.

You scramble to your feet, crouching low. Your upper lip raises to bare your teeth, aiming a violent snarl at Eijirou. The red head is on his hands and knees in an instant.

You’re royally pissed — and simultaneously terrified.

You don’t want to endure this atrocious situation any longer than absolutely necessary.

Sucking air back into your lungs your chest heaves, eyes fluttering shut before refocusing on Eijirou with intensity.

Like a mantra, you repeat to yourself just survive until Katsuki is here. Just survive until Katsuki is here.

You and Eijirou once again morph into a mess of blood and punches and viscious bites, hanging onto your consciousness by a thread.

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Your head pounds. Wickedly throbbing in time with your heartbeat. Your brain seems to stick to the insides of your skull.

The wind whistles softly around you, tickling your skin and you realize you’re outside. Naked.

Peeling your eyes open, the cloudless blue sky burns as it peaks through the tree tops. You blink a few times to clear your blurry vision, shifting slightly on your back.

You’re positive you must’ve been run over by a truck. The all over bone deep ache is proof by itself.

Sighing, you concede to the soreness that begs you to keep lounging on the ground. Joints creaking when you bend your elbow, you brush over the close to healed claw marks on your thigh.

The wound smarts, a searing heat flaring down your leg.

Fuck Eijirou, you really did a number on me.

You go limp, melting into the soft grass and damp top layer of soil for a bit longer.

Bits and pieces of your memory spring to the forefront as you contemplate the utter bullshit you had to deal with the night before.

Katsuki appearing like a bat out of hell when he burst through the door and rescued you from certain doom.

Eijirou completing his shift and settling into the form of a beautiful russet colored wolf.

Katsuki’s carmine eyes aglow as he and Eijirou duked it out — until he was able to corral the other down into the basement.

Katsuki had locked the door with finality, and you knew you wouldn’t see either of them for hours.

You remember shivering with rage, bloody and damn near beaten to a pulp. Pulling splinters from way too many sensitive areas.

You had taken off into the woods right after, bearing the excruciating shift and running for miles as the wolf.

Now, here you are.

Naked and internally debating with yourself to get the hell up and make the horrendous trek back to your home.

Honestly, you don’t want to see either of them right now. Eijirou will be distraught with guilt and it’s just —

You’re still irate about the entire ordeal.

You curse aloud, pushing to your feet at a snails pace. Gently stretching and taking note of the new bruises you’re sporting.

There’s a lot of dried blood.

A lot.

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Once you make it back into your living room, you’re not at all shocked to see the mess from the night before had miraculously disappeared.

The pathetic remains of the bedroom door have been taken away. All the blood has been cleaned.

At least your coffee table survived the battle.

You sigh in relief. Thank God for Katsuki, he would never dream of leaving a crime scene behind.

Sniffing the air, the familiar scents of your partners have gone stale. They must not have wanted to linger, opting to give you some space.

You’re grateful. As it allows you time to shower and sleep.

You scrub your skin under the spray of hot water. Collecting your thoughts as you comb the birds nest that has become your hair. Wincing each time you press too hard on a bruise or soap stings your wounds.

Hopefully you’ll be mostly healed by the time you wake up.

A soft warmth blooms in your chest when you reach your bed.

Eijirou has left you one of his T-shirts to wear and Katsuki’s favorite blanket is tangled in with the others.

And one of them had found your missing phone, placing it on the charger and letting it rest on the side table.

You’re a zombie slipping into Eijirou’s too large shirt. The thinning, worn, and soft material brushes your thighs.

When you lay down, you bring the collar of Eijirou’s shirt to your nose, inhaling deeply and letting the scent of fresh rainfall wash over you.

You pull Katsuki’s blanket up over your shoulders. The sweet smell of orange and cinnamon fills your senses, relaxing you entirely.

You’re out like a light before you know it.

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They come home late into the afternoon. Obnoxiously loud and cheerful — at least on Eijirou’s part.

Your stomach clenches as their voices grow closer.

You’ve been resting as much as possible, cuddled up and barely paying attention to the movie flickering across the screen.

You’d taken the past few hours to reflect. As you cooled off you knew it wasn’t really Eijirou’s fault, that he was just as petrified as you had been.

It’s not as if you’d never gone off the deep end in the beginning, and Eijirou was there for you. With no hesitation.

You made up your mind that reconciling with Eijirou was your first priority when they returned.

Eijirou passes through the makeshift curtain door first. His eyes get comically large, footsteps halting when he spots you.

The short silence is unpleasant, and Eijirou shifts his weight nervously from foot to foot. Unsure of what he should do next.

You offer him an awkward, tight lipped smile, along with a small wave and his tense composure disintegrates.

Within the second he’s making haste to crawl up on the bed and get to you.

All the built up frustration bubbles to the surface, stinging the backs of your eyes as you fist the blanket.

“Baby,” Eijirou breathes, voice cracking as you sit up and slip your arms around his neck when he reaches you.

He tugs you close, clinging to your waist with one arm and cradling the base of your skull with his free hand to keep you in place.

You swallow a lump, inhaling against the skin of his throat deeply as he manages to make you feel safe and relieved.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so fucking sorry,” he croaks. You’re concerned he may start crying.

You nod jerkily, gripping him tighter. You hate the way his voice shakes as he apologizes.

This wasn’t his fault and you’re determined to make sure he knows that.

“It’s okay Ei. I know baby, I know. This isn’t on you, okay?” You reassure him, voice watery with emotion.

Eijirou chokes out an acknowledgement, sniffling.

Katsuki then takes a seat on the bed behind you, rubbing a warm palm back and forth between your shoulder blades in comfort. He places a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

The three of you sit there and hash out the night before. Spending a good half hour at least, talking through everything. Brainstorming ways to prevent this from occurring again.

The conversation eventually trails off into a comfortable silence before Katsuki opens his mouth.

“You take off into the woods last night?” Katsuki asks somberly.

“Yeah.”

Your response gets muffled by Eijirou’s shirt. Katsuki snorts.

“Well, you sure as hell look like it,” he jokes, trying to lighten the mood. It works.

You whip your head around to glare daggers at Katsuki but he’s giving you a teasing smile, nudging you playfully.

You punch his stomach halfheartedly, unable to stop your lips from turning upwards.

“Whatever, dickpunch.”

Eijirou laughs, causing Katsuki to roll his eyes and chuckle at your childish insult.

You study Eijirou rubbing his cheek as you recline into Katsuki’s chest, his soothing warmth seeping through both your shirts.

“So are you really okay?” Eijirou prods, scratching the side of his nose and looking away with a frown.

“I’m fine Ei,” you murmur tenderly. You stretch your leg out, showing him the side of your thigh where the marks have mostly faded. “See? It’s just a scar now, which will go away soon.” You poke his ribs with your toes.

Eijirou’s expression spells relief as he brushes the pads of his fingertips feather light over the raised pinkish skin.

You shiver from the ticklish sensation, a flash of arousal burning your lower belly.

Eijirou’s eyes are warm when they meet yours, lids drooping a bit when he notices your shiver.

The blonde must have picked up on the new charge in the atmosphere, because Katsuki leans in close to whisper something sultry in your ear, making you jolt.

“What do you think baby?” Katsuki hums, securing an arm around your waist. “Eijirou’s been so fucking bad, we should punish him. Don’t you think?” He suggests enticingly, acting as the devil on your shoulder.

You glance back at the redhead, who’s gone slack jawed, cheeks flushing bubblegum pink. Your eyebrow twitches as you pretend to mull it over.

Trailing your eyes up and down Eijirou’s figure lazily, he fidgets in place, fingers curling into the hem of his shorts.

You think it’s the perfect way to get things back to normal.

You tilt your head, making heated eye contact with Katsuki. A coy grin lights up your face.

“What did you have in mind?”

The mischievous glint in Katsuki’s eye is answer enough.

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“Fuck! Katsuki, oh god,” you gasp, breath hitching in your throat.

Katsuki’s eagerly pushing his thick cock into your pussy, spitting out a few curses as he does so.

The stretch is delicious, and you squeeze his forearms mercilessly. Nails creating indentations as he teasingly pulls back until just the head remains, rolling his hips and filling you to the brim with one fluid motion.

Your spine arches, skull digging into the mattress below as Katsuki starts thrusting at a leisurely pace, thumb coming up to work slow circles into your clit.

At this angle, you have an upside down view of Eijirou sitting behind you, reclining halfway up against the headboard.

Katsuki took it upon himself to spread you out flat on your back between the redhead’s thighs.

He taunted Eijirou with an arrogant smirk. Meanly instructing him he isn’t allowed to cum until you and Katsuki do.

Katsuki demands Eijirou only touch you if you initiate it first. And you agreed.

So for now, Eijirou’s pouting. Settling on wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, stroking slowly as he leers at the scene in front of him. Trying to avoid splitting his lip with razor sharp teeth.

You’re able to meet his hungry gaze briefly, before fingers are gripping your chin and yanking you from the gorgeous view.

“Don’t fucking look at Ei. He’s in trouble, remember?” Katsuki huffs, a bead of sweat trailing from his temple down to his jaw. “Keep those eyes on me.” Katsuki says firmly, voice raspy and low.

You nod stiffly, whimpering when he releases you and pats your cheek just this side of too rough.

“You follow orders so well, what a good girl,” Katsuki praises, leaning back and sitting on his calves.

His sweet words have your head filled with cotton.

You lick your chapped bottom lip as you’re blessed with the view of Katsuki’s lower stomach flexing and his hips tensing.

The blonde shoots Eijirou a nasty grin, making absolutely sure Eijirou can watch everything.

Like the way the inner lips of your pussy stretch with Katsuki’s cock every time he thrusts backwards.

Or the way you can tell his cock is shiny with your slick each time he pulls out.

Katsuki grips the bottoms of your thighs, effortlessly pushing them towards your chest, bending you in half.

You cry out, eyes going wide when Katsuki suddenly nails your sweet spot. The pleasure blisters through your limbs, goosebumps littering your arms.

Blindly, you reach backwards, searching for Eijirou’s hands.

The redhead lets out a breathy moan, quickly lacing your fingers together and resting your conjoined hands on his thighs.

“You can only fucking touch her hands Ei. Don’t push it.” Katsuki warns with a surprisingly steady, yet strained voice. Considering he’s fucking you like he’s trying to make you scream yourself hoarse.

“Yes Katsuki,” Eijirou replies obediently, throat clicking audibly when he swallows.

Katsuki presses closer, pupils dilated and jaw hanging open as he brings you closer to that addictive high. His eyebrows pinch together as he focuses on you.

Shocks of pleasure race up your spine each time he pushes his cock back inside you, the sound of your skin smacking together burning your ears.

A coil starts to wind up behind your belly button impossibly tight, pussy clenching around him rhythmically.

You hold Eijirou’s hands in a death grip.

“Kat, I — fuck! I’m gonna cum,” you manage to spit out between gritted teeth, back threatening to lift off the mattress.

“Yeah?” Katsuki coos teasingly. “Fucking cum for me then.”

And you do. Muscles going taught, tension snapping as warmth gushes through you, toes curling.

You can’t make out what Eijirou’s mumbling behind you, focused on the way Katsuki’s gasping your name.

The blonde lets out a breathy moan, pulling out and stroking his cock twice before he cums, covering your stomach in sticky white ribbons.

You go lax, unmoving as your legs hit the mattress. Trying desperately to catch your breath as Eijirou let’s go of your hands.

“Fuck, please let me cum Katsuki! This isn’t fair!” Eijirou whines, one of his knees knocking you in the shoulder as he shifts his weight around.

You can’t see him but you know he’s pouting.

“Alright Eijirou, you can cum,” Katsuki says nonchalantly. He sits back on his calves, flushed chest heaving.

You flip over onto your belly just as Eijirou takes a hold of himself. He strokes his cock a few times, squirming with relief and you make the choice to help him out.

Eijirou’s close to peaking when you close the distance between you.

You duck your head, wrapping your lips around one of his balls and suck it softly into your mouth, flicking it with your tongue. You roll the other one between your fingers.

Eijirou yelps, thighs jumping as he cums instantly, making a mess of his stomach as his breath stutters in his chest. He tilts his head back with a high pitched moan.

Katsuki makes an approving sound from somewhere behind you as you keep mouthing at Eijirou, only backing off when the redhead pushes at your forehead when he gets too sensitive.

Eijirou sinks down the headboard, blushing brightly and panting. You pillow your cheek on his thigh, eyes fluttering shut with a sigh.

Eventually, Katsuki kicks both your asses into gear. Getting you off the bed and shuffled into the shower to clean yourselves off.

You change the sheets because they’re fucking gross — as Katsuki puts it.

As you’re getting dressed again, Eijirou comes up behind you. Slipping his arms around your waist in a sweet hug.

“Everything fucking sorted now?” Katsuki asks with a roll of his eyes, arms crossed over his chest as he leans his hip on the doorframe. He eyes the embrace you’re locked in and raises an eyebrow.

“Course! Everything’s peachy,” Eijirou replies happily, nuzzling the back of your head as a low rumble starts up in his chest.

You snicker, patting one of the arms holding you.

“Good, because I don’t feel like getting my ass handed to me again,” you say playfully.

Eijirou laughs brightly and Katsuki snorts.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m locking his dumbass in the basement tonight.”

[kurooh]

HORNY BRAINROT.

☆ includes: aged up! various characters from bnha

☆ warnings: 18+ content, reader is gn or fem depending on the scenario, drug use (weed & alcohol), somnophilia (consent given prior!!), nsfw. not proofread

thinking of izuku coming back home after a long day at the agency; he bends you over the kitchen table you were both about to eat on, and he skips dinner and goes in for dessert between your thighs.

sucking on eijirou’s cock desperately while he pushes your head down and tells you to take it. when he gets close, he yanks your head off him and you switch to jerking him off, your eyes closing as his cum sprays on your face. he groans loudly when you sweep your fingers across your wet skin and then suck on them, looking up at him innocently.

always a lover of public sex, dabi fucks you in alleyways, on rooftops, behind cars at night, and all across the city. he especially enjoys taking you from behind, your back pressed against his chest and his hand wrapped around your throat — he often fucks you like this in sight of the sky during the #2 hero’s patrols.

sometimes hitoshi can’t sleep, so he gently pulls the blankets away from your sleeping figure, admiring you in the dark. he’ll kiss your tummy, hips, and pelvis, then peel away your underwear, his tongue rushing to taste the sweetness between your folds. when you cum, you moan as though you’re in a dream, rarely waking up — occasionally he’ll make you cum so hard you wake up gasping his name.

keigo finds himself feeling overwhelmed when you ride him, his eyes rolling back and his entire body shaking each time he sees your greedy pussy swallow the whole length of his cock. as he unravels more and more, his wings represent how he feels with their wild movements. when he cums loudly, his wings rush in, wrapping around the both of you, pulling you close to him.

despite his shy demeanor, tamaki is a FREAK. he’ll have you sit in a chair, blindfolded, limbs tied to the back and the legs. then, he’ll tease you with kisses and touches, lightly slapping your thighs if you try to pull free to touch him. after a long while, he’ll spread your pussy open and spit onto your clit, then tease you further.

speaking of spitting, katsuki enjoys spitting into your pussy as well, or making you spit onto his cock to lube it up for sex or jerking him off.

i offer u: denki + hanta tag team. hanta’s on his back, your back is on his chest, his cock is stretching out your ass. while he’s thrusting up into your ass and holding you close, denki’s fucking in and out of your pussy with his overstimulated cock. his cum drips from your cunt and trickles down hanta’s cock, adding more lubrication. a threesome with these two would be insane because they would try out every position and cum once from it before stopping.

despite hating it when you edge him, shoto loves it. he’ll sigh shakily, hissing out, “ah— god, make me cum already, stop fucking with me!” but when you let him get real close, he begs you to stop and edge him. it’s confusing but ultimately he enjoys it, and always cries when he cums after edging.

drinking with katsuki always gets rowdy; he’ll show you off, get jealous more easily, and fuck you harder. after a night at the bar and way too many shots, he hops into an uber with you and heads to an expensive hotel instead of your home. katsuki books a big room, the one with the best view of the city and streets (it’s also 2-4 stories up from the lobby). when you get into the room, he practically rips your clothes off, pushing you against the big window overseeing the people and cars beneath. then, he fucks you right against the window, your tits pressed against the glass.

dry humping with eijirou in his agency office with an unlocked door, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy through layers and layers of clothing. when his precum is dripping through his underwear, and your panties are soaked with your slick, he removes whatever’s in the way, besides your underwear. when you start to get loud as his clothed cock creates more friction against you, he pulls off your wet underwear and stuffs them into your mouth, saying, “shh, baby. you have to be quiet, okay? don’t want any of the staff coming in, right?”

sharing a joint with keigo on the balcony of your shared apartment, plumes of smoke swirling around you as he spreads your legs. he always enjoys making out with your pussy before he eats you out, taking your folds and clit between his lips as he drags his tongue against you. he stares up at you with reddened eyes, desperate for your approving moans and facial expressions.

being fucked doggy style by izuku, either in your pussy or ass, as he praises you and your beautiful reflection in the mirror. “oh, you’re so gorgeous.. make me feel so damn lucky every time i look at you.” if you refuse to look, he leans over you, his pecs pressing into your upper back as he tugs your chin. he demands, “watch yourself cum” or “if you look away, i’ll stop pounding you”

shoto always cums within a few minutes of 69ing with you.. the way you desperately hump at his face and gobble down his cock always proves to be too damn much for him. he used to feel embarrassed, but now he just pushes through the overstimulation and adjusts you how he likes, slurping at your pussy loudly as you moan on his cock.

sexting with denki during his work hours, and sending him sneaky photos of your tits/ass/pussy when you know he’s busy. he’s always so quick to read your messages, and he rushes to the bathroom to hide his boner in a stall. he texts you to tell you what he’s gonna do to you, how desperate he is, or he’ll send mirror selfies, his hard cock visible through his pants.

phone sex with dabi, who easily makes you torture yourself. and god, does he sound good — he tells you what to do, rewarding you with his moans/groans or pictures. he’ll talk you through your orgasm, demanding that you keep fingering yourself or stop to ruin it. if you sob over his instructions, he’ll briefly reassure you, and then tell you to shut up and do what he says (he reminds you to be a good girl/slut or threatens to not fuck you).

god.. hitoshi loves filming you going dumb on his cock. most of the videos in his ‘us vids’ folder start off with him praising you as he moves the camera around your body, capturing every inch of you. “so pretty, god damn.” as the video progresses from gentle to rougher, his hand is wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough for you to gasp often. you’re a mess, babbling pleas as you cry his name, eyes rolling back and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. by the time he’s cumming, you’re begging for him to fill you up, not a single other thought in your head. later, still filming, he thumbs away the saliva at the corner of your mouth; he kisses you and asks if you’re okay.

food play with tamaki, who eagerly gobbles strawberries off your tits, or the whipped cream designs all over your pelvis. even after your skin is free from all the sweetness or its residue, he licks you hungrily, then starts to bite hickeys into your skin. he blushes when you pinch one of his sensitive ears between your fingers and give it a tug — “tamaki, put your tongue to good use and eat me out.”

[merlucide]

boys who would do this

gojo, MEGUMI, GETO, ITADORI, inumaki, maki, KIRISHIMA, KAMINARI, BAKUGOU, HAWKS, SANEMI, genya, obanai, KAGEYAMA, SUGAWARA, daichi, akaashi, IWAZUMI, KUROO, OSAMU, HOSHIUMI, TERUSHIMA, SUNA

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is the haikyuu fandom even alive (ﾟ∀ﾟ)?

made January 3rd 2024

[uwtloml]

Ok so what if we accidentally send the mha boys nudes

- 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴!

𝘧𝘵. 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘦𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢

a/n i hope i added all the characters u wanted 🤍

@star-the-rabid-dog also requested this!!

[tmrajax]

embarrassing pictures

sending the mha boys an embarrassing picture of themselves🙀

ׂ ౨ৎ. cont. fem!reader, crack

ׂ ౨ৎ. incl. katsuki, izuku, shoto, touya, keigo, tamaki, eijiro

[sqwishywrites34]

Thinking about Bakugou x Reader X Kirishima (either established or forming relationship)

With Reader who is a damn beast on the battle field I’m talking like could and would 1v1 God and damn well hold their own,, but they hate being mean

Like anything that might sound even slightly mean will never cross their lips, or if it does they immediately start apologizing like they just offended your whole bloodline even if they just accidentally said barely even classing as rude

If someone tries to goad them into saying something mean, or if when Baku tries to get them to say even the tiniest threat, they’ll be like on the verge of tears, whining out a “no! That would be mean! 🥺🥺🥺”

They just straight up do not have a single mean bone in their body

But they could absolutely body anyone on the battlefield

Absolute beast mode

Just straight savagery

But will not even be able to mention an incorrect order

But not to worry, they have 2 boyfriends who will absolutely protect them and stand up for them and one of which will not hesitate to cuss someone out for forgetting their pickles

[heartofjasmina]

Your boyfriend has been fighting his breeding instincts since high school. Always wrapping it, always, even if he did want to feel the satisfaction of filling a warm wet hole with his cum.

So by the time you're married and finally alone in your hotel room, he can't wait anymore.

"Mrs. L/N." He breathes against your lips, peeling your travel dress of your body with the reverence you deserve. Your beautiful curves drive him crazy even now.

"I wanna see your tits get heavy with milk." He murmurs as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. His hands groping at the softness of your hips and your love handles. He pulls off your nipple with a lewd pop, his eyes turning upward to meet yours. "Wanna see your belly swell with our child."

"Let me put a baby in you." He whispers, standing and finally pressing his erection against your soft stomach. His eyes plead with you, the deep seated need to start your family evident in his gaze.

"Okay, Mr. L/N. Let's make a baby." You grin as you press your lips to his, squealing when he all bit picks you up and tosses you onto the bed.

It's not long before you're folded underneath him, your knees pressed to your chest as he fucks you with his fat cock as deep as humanly possible. He can feel the head of his shaft kissing your cervix, he can feel your wetness on his bare dick and he goes a little crazy.

His words slurred, positively drunk on your pussy, "Gonna knock you up mama, fuck. Perfect fucking pussy, see how she's creamin' for me? She wants a baby I can tell."

Your eyes are crossed from how perfectly hes hitting your spot and your brain is melting from the heat of his dick and his words.

You have no way to prove it, but you're pretty sure it was that first time of that long night that got you pregnant with your daughter.

Daichi, Kirishima, Iwaizumi, Bakugou, Deku