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ddalgibuns · 2 years ago

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violent delights with destructive ends

attack on titan ⊹ levi x afab!reader ⊹ 3.5k

mature content ( MDNI! ), sub!levi, reader is erwin's sister, you're gonna feel bad for levi in the end. mention of canon deaths

dark content warnings: gaslighting, manipulation, brief dub-con, fleeting breeding thoughts

author’s note: sub!levi isn't going to be a frequent theme on my blog, but i hope you enjoy :)

being humanity's strongest soldier isn't an easy feat. the burden on levi's shoulders often outweighs his small frame and he's left to mourn for each of his lost cadets and comrades in the privacy of his room, away from any watching eyes. if one were to ask around the base if captain levi even cares about losing any soldiers, they would all say that lives are just numbers to the captain and that he's the one that often has to tell them to leave the corpses when there's no more room in wagons. levi couldn't care less about his image or what anyone else says about him, just as long as he had you.

it was a brutal battle and you only heard of the news from hange a few minutes before the rest of the survey corps arrived, almost halved in number and all cadets looking rather grim. your eyes immediately search for a pair of onyx ones and once the tired pair lock with yours, you breathe a sigh of relief before seeking a pair of icy blue next. once your older brother's life is also secured, you make your way upstairs to levi's bedroom where you expect he'd come first.

you joined the survey corps to follow in your brother's footsteps as a skilled cadet and eventual captain or commander, but you're much more uncoordinated and served to be quite a disappointment. rather than make you a liability on the field, you were crowned the title of base maintenance worker where you thrived in cleaning and... that was about it. the only good thing to come out of your new line of work was the approval you'd receive from captain levi every time you cleaned his sleeping quarters; it started with a curt nod of his head, then a polite smile, then to him helping you out so you have less work to do, and during your time together, you would shoot questions back and forth to get to know each other, even the hard hitting ones like those about parents, life before committing to the survey corps. finding out you were erwin's little sister was a fact that had him avoiding you for a full week as he tried to balance out the pros and cons of getting involved with someone so dear to the commander. in the end, the urge to kiss you when you giggled about the silliest things took over and he decided that none of the negative reasons he listed even mattered, as long as you two were able to keep it a secret from the broad blond.

the doorknob turns slowly and levi's heavy heart takes a moment before he can push the door open to greet you. at first, his smile is faint and ingenuine, but seeing you, standing in his room and alive... he all but runs to you and wraps his arms suffocatingly tight around your waist, face nuzzled into your neck.

"hard day?" you whisper, already knowing the answer. levi's head bobs in confirmation against your skin and you hold him just as hard, squeezing him against you. "but you're okay, sweetheart — we're okay."

such a selfish way to think and if the other cadets or the family of the deceased heard, they would riot, but it was the hard truth. without levi, what chance did humanity have in surviving? and without you, what would levi live for? he's admitted out loud that he wouldn't want to continue on if you were to die, and the first time he said that was when you had stopped asking erwin to put you in battle.

as years dragged on, there was less and less reason for levi ( or any other captain for that matter ) to learn the names of new recruits when they would most likely be gone within a few months, and as much as the stoic captain would like to deny, it's taken a big toll on his morale. losing his friends in groups, one by one, all at once until only erwin and hange remained... he wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. but then he sees you and he thinks, "maybe one more battle..."

"maybe this is it for humankind... we should just run away and live where the government and titans can't reach us... even if they do, i'll kill them all," levi's words are muffled against your neck, but you get most of them.

"i never knew you were the type to abandon your post like that, captain. isn't that treason?" your voice has a playful lilt to it, but when levi pulls back to meet your gaze, you see the sadness and grief that pours out of them, yet with no tears to accompany those feelings. "baby," you whisper, quickly leading him to the bed before you turn to close and lock the door — the last thing he needs is to get caught alone with you.

levi's gaze with you is always warm and full of adoration, but he seems... lifeless, even his arms just limp at his sides and his shoulders slumped into horrible posture — a red flag if you've ever seen one.

"i don't want to do this anymore," he finally chokes out. "petra... eld, oluo.. how many more do i have to lose? if erwin dies, how can i ever face you again?" shaky hands lift to hold his hanging head and his chest heaves to release a dry sob.

your heart aches at the sight of the man that's held himself together for the sake of his subordinates and watching him unravel only for you makes guilt wring at your chest.

"you come back and tell me because i'll always be here, even if erwin isn't. when you go out to each expedition, you're going to protect everyone, yes, but you're protecting me the most, and isn't that what you want? if you give up, i'd have to go in your place and i'd lose my life before i even get to the titans. i wanna elope with you, just build a farm in the middle of nowhere... but you know i can't when erwin is the commander here..." you climb on the bed and lean your back against the headboard, patting the empty seat beside you. levi follows suit and you're quick to sit in his lap so his hands can only hold you, which they do, his arms constricting around your waist to keep your as close as he can. "the best you can do is put on a brave face and continue what you're doing, sweetheart."

his gaze is forlorn and he knows that you're right, that his dream of running away with you is just that — a fantasy that can never become reality. even when he want to pretend, you tether him to the real world and make sure he doesn't get too lost and drift away. as he holds you in his embrace and feels the warmth of your skin seep through your thin clothes, he thinks that maybe it isn't a bad thing to be right here with you.

"you're right," he admits, a smile starting to twitch at the corners of his lips. you're quick to reach and give him a kiss, a set of fingers carding through his charcoal locks to pull him in deeper. he's missed you and your wet lips bring him more comfort than he could have asked for, his mouth greedily parting to shove his tongue against yours as he begins to undress you. he knows what he's allowed to do and makes sure he only takes off your shirt, leaving your bra and tight pants where they are — those are for you to decide if he deserves to see them off. "i'm sorry for saying such stupid things." he seems to find solace on your chest, his cheek smushed on your tits so your plush flesh can bring him to comfort it usually does. his lungs breathe in your scent and it's as if his mind forgets the image of broken bodies and his friends' lifeless faces; instead, he's in a warm field with your hands stroking his blood-matted hair ( none of it being his own, thank god ), and he's happy.

"not stupid, baby... just untimely. perhaps the day comes when it can come true." you hate lying to him. doesn't humanity's only hope deserve much better than broken promises and to be strung along with little crumbs of an impossible future? "let me help you feel better and clear your head."

when your warmth is peeled away from him, his frown returns ( he's feeling needier than usual, understandably ) and he leans his head back against the wood board, unsure if he has the strength to keep himself upright. "you don't have to today. i kind of just want to sleep," he mutters, eyes averting from yours, and for good reason. levi had never refused pleasure before.

but you know that he needs this, you know him better than he knows himself.

"levi," you only say his name during intimacy when he's done something wrong or you need him to answer you honestly. "are you sure?" your hands unclasp your bra and toss it to the floor, your pants and underwear dropped all at once with one hook and pull of your thumbs. you're sprawled out bare for him, a special treat, and you know that his body won't be able to stop itself from responding. the whimper he lets out is so sweet and your eyes have the pleasure of watching his cock twitch and fill up until it's pressed against the zipper of his slacks. "i think you might not have been telling me the truth."

your skilled hands undo the button and zipper to his bottoms and you pull them down and off his feet to join yours somewhere around the room. thin, long fingers unclasp each of the knobs to levi's own shirt and you watch him fold the fabric neatly before setting it down by the bed. his briefs are next to go and once he's just as exposed as you are, both of you take this chance to drink the sight of each other in. you admire each of his scars, some fresh and some dull with the completed recovery process, every single one a reminder that he's still alive and here for you. levi's eyes see an angel that decided to live on earth with curves just where he loves them, soft skin, and a smile that blows away any reason to feel anything but content — you are his everything, the only reason he's still fighting to wake up every morning.

"i love you," he whispers and you grin like he just gave you the whole world, making his heartbeat erratic.

"love you too, my dear." the hesitance he felt was nowhere to be found now and his length is weeping, though it was untouched, and he's no longer embarrassed to admit that just looking at you would be enough to bring him to completion — and if that isn't pure love, what is?

you have a ritual, a specific order you like to do things, and only on the rarest of occasions do you allow for any divergence, like today. rather than torture him with your nails scraping his nipples and your hand tight around his leaking head to edge him, you lean in and take his thick tip in your mouth. the instant warmth and wetness has levi confused and his pathetic whimpers, the scrambling of his hands to grab onto anything but your head lest he be left alone instantly, has your voice moaning around him. it was cute to see his icy demeanour melt in front of you and if anyone outside the door knew what a submissive puppy he was, perhaps he wouldn't be so feared by all.

your lips slide down to try and take all of him in, but making the stretch is a difficult feat. not only is he blessed with girth, but with length as well, and you aren't sure if you can even reach the base with his mouth, not that it stops you from trying. as levi's toes curl into the sheets, you lower yourself more and more, swallowing around the inches that are lodged in your throat and constricting around him similarly to when he knows you're about to cum, and the stimulation makes his mouth go slack, his hips rutting towards you all on their own. while you appreciate the enthusiasm, your hands firmly hold his hips down so you can go at your own pace, and finally, your nose nestles into the array of thick hair at his base and you smile up at him triumphantly, enjoying the sight of his blissful expression.

you take a few shaky and careful breaths through your nose before you do your best to swallow again and this time, he growls and you see him lift his hand towards your head, only to back away just before he actually touches you. god, what a good boy.

slowly, you begin to pull back, much to levi's dismay, and you release the coughs that were gathering in your chest, his calloused, rough hand running across your back to help. "thank you," he murmurs, and the glistening bead that drips out of the slit of his cock also shows his gratitude. he knows you don't particularly enjoy giving oral when is size is what it is, but you've never complained when you're greeted with his flushed cheeks and shy smile.

"we're not done, don't worry." with a gentle push of your hands off of the bed, you have him flush against the headboard once more and you carefully climb onto his lap, and it's only now that levi's desperation become more noticeable. his toned arms and tight grip of his hands could overpower you easily, he never has to play along with your rules, nor the edging that you inflict on him so often, and you notice more often now that he's holding back from doing whatever he wants to, like with his hand reaching for your hair earlier. he wouldn't want to jeopardise what you two have, and the thought of you leaving him is what keeps the little puppy obedient.

strong arms wrap around your waist and levi whimpers as he brings you closer, his mouth an inch away from your tits whilst your hand reaches down to position the tip of his cock in between your slick folds. "p-please... can i? i want to suck you in my mouth..."

you nod in approval and his zealous lips grab onto your nipple, sucking as if it was his last ever chance. the scraping of his teeth bring a sensation of pain and pleasure, one that's intensified as you sink down on top of his length, each dip lower and lower making your back arch and bring you closer to him. having his cock sucked feels damn nice, but when he slides into your sweet pussy and watches you become undone for him... nothing can beat out your expression, your lewd moans, and the feeling of your walls clench around him as if it was your first time, every time.

even from the beginning of your physical relationship, you've always teased levi, left him to have dry orgasms while edging him because you didn't want him to finish so early, but over time, you realised that the real reason was because you finish too quickly. his endless stamina comes from his physical ability to hunt titans for hours on end, but you do nothing other than lift brooms and buckets here, and added to the direct path that levi's cock has to the bundle of nerves buried inside of you is a dangerous equation.

too easily, his length is fully sheathed inside of you and levi moans out a mantra of your name as he tries his best to stay still, to keep from thrusting inside of you like he wants to, and as endearing as it is, as much as your curiosity seems to get to you from time to time, you make sure that he knows who's in charge. with each of your hands landing on his shoulders, you dig your nails into a few healing wounds, reopening the scars as you bounce on his length and make sure that you slam back down each time until you're sure that his weeping tip pushes harshly against that sweet bundle of nerves inside of you and all the way to your cervix. he fills you up perfectly, like two puzzle pieces created for each other the way his tip hits the end of your cavern just as you sink all the way down to his base.

how many bounces does it take for you to unravel today? levi counts every time and he loves when the number is less than ten, not because he's tired, but because he loves knowing that your body is so eager to finish for him, just as he is for you.

"levi," his name coming off your tongue sounds like the trumpets of heaven, "promise me," you breathe out. his chin tilts up to watch you and his eyes are wide as he listens intently.

"i swear," he says immediately, not even having to hear your request. "for you, anything." his eyes are glossed over and you know that he's close.

"promise you'll keep fighting, for me. don't give up, levi," your gaze locks onto his and your hips are unrelenting as your brows furrow and pressure starts to build inside your tummy.

calloused palms hold onto your waist and he leans in to capture your mouth for a hot kiss as he gives you the extra push you need to spill over the edge and onto him and onto the sheets. beads of sweat dripping down both of your foreheads and into the mess of your juices tainting his lap now, he follows right after you, spilling into you without any caution or worry — his biggest hope is to come back home from expeditions to see the swell of your belly full of his child.

"i promise, my love," is all he can say as he pulls back from the kiss, the smile of a man in pure bliss stretching from one side of his face to the other. "every battle is won for you," he mutters as the you climb off of his exhausted body, helping him lay in bed comfortably ( on the side untainted by the remnants of your sweet orgasm ) before he dozes off with a hand held tightly in yours.

once his tired snoring begin to reach your ears, you carefully pry your fingers away from his to get dressed and with a quick kiss to his sweaty forehead, you leave his quarters to find erwin next door. as if he was awaiting your arrival, he swings the entrance open before you knock, an eyebrow raised expectantly.

"you were right: he wanted to abandon the survey corps. i shut the idea down right away and he said he'll keep fighting from now on." watching erwin's smug grin makes your stomach feel uneasy and you sigh, chest feeling heavy. "i don't want to do this anymore, erwin... what if he finds out that you were controlling him this whole time?"

"come now, little sister. don't tell me you actually started loving him?" his voice is mocking, but you have no rebuttal — your cleaning schedule being manipulated to coincide with his free time would only be considered fate if fate took the form of a broad, blond man with crystal blue eyes. your own brother sold you to the survey corps to keep an eye out on their most important asset. "it's funny how you say that i'm the one manipulating him when, in fact, i gave you many chances to return to the safety of the walls. you're just as deep in this as i am, so i suggest keeping your act together. i doubt levi would be above slaughtering everyone in this base if he were to find out."

the door slams in your face and you scowl at just how right the big buffoon is about it all. you return to levi's room and undress once more to join him in bed, relinking your fingers together. his chest heaves evenly and rhythmically for once, finally feeling peace in his sleep, and your free digits trace the side of his face, unperturbed by the stresses and worries of being conscious. the fate of humanity rests in between your hands and it's your job to keep him happy, to keep him wanting to fight. no matter how much your heart tugs and pulls every time he proposes a plan to keep just the two of you safe, no matter how many times he whispers that he loves you whilst kissing each of your fingertips. if the truth were to ever come out, you would be crucified just like your brother and it was a risk you didn't want to take, but what choice do you have? you're a smith. manipulation is in your blood.

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ddalgibuns · 2 years ago

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seven minutes | bakugo x reader x todoroki | bnha

warnings: 18+! drinking, heavy petting, crude humour, explicit sexual content

word count: 4.3k

a/n: bringing this back to tumblr to motivate myself into finishing the series ♡︎ cmon weese you can do it

ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 (end)

Bakugo reaches into the middle of the circle and grabs hold of the empty beer bottle. “This is so fucking stupid.” He spits, glaring at Kirishima. “If I’ve gotta spend seven minutes in that fucking closet with shitty Deku, it’s you who I’m killing.” He threatens, pointing the lip of the bottle at him.

Kirishima just smiles, takes a sip of his beer. “Stop being such a buzzkill, and spin the bottle.” He says, but Denki and Mina snigger, and you sneak a peek to Todoroki, who’s sitting next to you, full beer in his hand, small smile on his face as he watches Bakugo roll his eyes.

Todoroki Shouto.

The crush you have on him is much smaller than it was when you first met him, but the lingering feelings are there. If you get to kiss him? Bonus.

Everyone who’s playing is on the floor— coffee table and couches pushed out of the way to make room. A good chunk of the graduated class decided not to play, and Mineta was disqualified the second he said ‘anything goes, right?’.

This left Bakugo, Kyoka, Izuku, Ochako, Denki, you, Shouto, Mina, Kirishima and Toru sitting around the circle, in that order. Boy, girl, just as games master Denki had orchestrated it.

Sero and Momo sit watching from a sofa, sipping their own drinks, refusing to take part because they have ‘morals’— and Momo’s dating some rich guy she met at a charity ball, so she’s not keen on the idea.

“C’mon, spin it.” Denki grins, practically panting with excitement. So far, only Mina and Kirishima have gone into the closet, and Mina had come out beaming.

And flustered.

“He was okay, I guess.”

“Rude!”

“Your teeth are sharp!”

“If you don’t, ya gotta streak down the street.” Kirishima says. “Tetstutetsu’s just a phone call away, so you’ll be getting 3B as an audience as well.”

A scowl adorns Bakugo’s face— as it always does— and he leans forward to place the bottle in the middle, hand resting on it. “I don’t know why I agreed to fucking do this.” He mutters.

“Boy-girl ratio.” Toru chimes in from next to him.

“And you didn’t like it when Ashido called you a pussy.” Shouto adds his two cents.

Everyone’s either sniggering, or straight up laughing, but the possibility washes over you that it could be you going into the closet with him. The concept has you taking a long drink from your cup, your insides twisting a little.

He’s handsome— anyone’d be blind not to think so— but, the thought of kissing him makes you nervous. What if you’re not a good enough kisser for him? What if he’s not into it? What if— and mortification rolls through you slowly— what if he teases you about it, and tells the others?

You finish your drink quickly, and he spins, hoots and hollers and laughter bouncing around the room as it turns and turns and turns and—

The lip’s gonna stop on you.

Your eyes widen, but you all stare with baited breath as it slightly overshoots, landing between you and Shouto. You look up to meet mismatched eyes— just as curious as your own, you’re sure— then you both turn to Bakugo.

“It’s her.” He says.

“It’s him!” You say at the same time.

Then argument breaks out, but the games master makes sure it doesn’t last too long.

“Rules stipulate all three go in the closet.” He says sagely, a finger pointed in the air matter-of-factly.

“Like fuck I’m goin’ in there with Icyhot.” Bakugo spits, venomous. “Her, whatever, not him.”

“It’s the rules, Katsu.” Kirishima shrugs, grin on his face as takes a sip of his beer.

You’re about to shoot off your own questions, because you’ve never heard of this damn rule before, and you wanna know where the hell he got it, when Shouto stands up.

“Seven minutes.” He says, finishing his beer— wasn’t that full a second ago?— and looking pointedly at you, then Bakugo. “Or are you scared?” He actually quirks a brow at him.

Well, that’s all Bakugo needs to be clambering to his feet—finishing his own drink and handing it to Kyoka— annoyed, yet determined. “Like fuck, I am.” He spits.

Your eyes fall to your lap, and you hope if you stay really still and keep really quiet, that they might go in without you. The last thing you expected from this game was to be sandwiched between these competitive assholes, crush on one of them or not—

“Oi!” Bakugo snaps, and you look up, see him scowling at you, Shouto watching expectantly. “Hurry up, dumbass.”

You take a deep, soothing breath. “Look, I—“

“No!” Kyoka yells defiantly.

“[Name]’s doin’ the naked mile!” Denki adds, grinning as he grabs onto your shoulder, gives you a little squeeze.

You send him an incredulous glare and tear away from him. “I never agreed to a threesome!” You argue, face flushing at the prospect, because you’re not doing the nudie run and you don’t want to go into the closet with both boys.

“It’s kissing, stop acting like a grade-schooler!” Sero yells from the sofa, Momo chuckling at his side.

“I’m not! I’m thinking of my honour as a woman.” You pout, glaring at him.

A snort from Bakugo. “You lost that the minute you sat on the floor with these assholes.”

“I agree. Why sit in the circle if you don’t want to play the game?” Shouto adds, folding his arms. He doesn’t look mad, or even irritated. Intrigued, perhaps?

“Fucking hell,” you mutter, looking down at your empty cup— god, you’d kill for another— and rising to your feet. “I am not running down the street naked.”

“Atta girl!” Kyoka cheers, nudging Izuku with her elbow.

There’s a low rise of ‘ooh’ accompanied by a slow clap. You roll your eyes and sneak a look up at the two boys, but you don’t look back as you pass the pair and head into the kitchen.

Seven minutes in the butlers pantry with Bakugo and Todoroki it is.

Your mother would be appalled.

You open the door and walk in, drag your hand on the countertop running along one wall, peer over at the shelving— food and food and more food— taking up the adjacent one. There are three dishwashers below the countertop you lean on, an espresso machine near the door, blenders, a huge toaster, a water cooler.

For the game, this cupboard is too big. There’s space to move, to walk around each other. You could literally put a force field up and keep them from coming near you, and they’d still be able to make a cappuccino comfortably with the space left.

The door closes and you look over, see Todoroki watching you, Bakugo sliding the latch across so no one can come in.

“Is that necessary?” You ask, brow cocking. “How far do you think you’re gonna get with me in here?” Your mouth runs, the booze making you confident.

Bakugo snorts. “How ever far seven minutes’ll get me, shitty woman.” He says, pushing past Todoroki, eyes glued to you.

“Whoa—” you hold your palms up. “You two first.” You demand, a hand on a hip, the other pointing between the two of them.

“I ain’t frenchin’ Icyhot!” He spits, shooting the taller man a glare.

You fold your arms. “You spun the both of us.” You say brattily, chin in the air.

“It’s not fair if I just watch.” Todoroki reasons, leaning against the pantry shelving. You feel a blush rising up your neck at the prospect of them making out. Two big, strong men macking on? Right in front of you?

They’re both sexy as all hell, you’ll at least give them that. Even if one is emotionally volatile and the other emotionally unavailable.

“You wanna swap spit, half n’ half?” Bakugo spits, glare venomous.

“It’s part of the game, Bakugo.” Todoroki sighs, shrugging.

He’s far more into this whole thing than Bakugo is, and it’s surprising. It’s almost as if Todoroki’s excited? In his own little way, at least.

Does he wanna kiss you as much as you’d like him to?

“Here,” you offer, stepping towards them and untucking your oversized t-shirt from your jean shorts. “A bit of an… incentive?” Then— it’s gotta be the alcohol— you’re tugging your shirt over your head, tearing your hair out of its scrunchie along with it.

Both sets of eyes practically bug out when they see your cleavage, framed beautifully in a black balconette push-up, picked especially for this game. You were prepared; physically, at least.

“Hurry up,” you demand, fixing the shoulder straps and straightening the back strap, boobs sitting better in the bra. Full. Enticing. Then you slide up to sit between the toaster and the breadbox. “You kiss and I’ll take these off.” You purr— yep, definitely the booze— flicking open the top button of your denim booty shorts.

“Fine, fine, fuckin’ tease.” Bakugo mutters. “I always knew you’d be like this.” His red eyes glare at you, look you over again. “Raunchy little slut. Had to fuckin’ rope you into this and ruin the whole damn thing.” That’s spat at Shouto, and you laugh as you idly swing your feet, watching them.

“Hurry up, I wanna touch her, too.” Is all Shouto says, grabbing the front of the other boy’s shirt, and pulling him towards him.

He— he what?

But they’re contemplating it, so you let the comment slide. You bite your lip and watch as they look at each other, leaning towards them, gleeful grin on your face.

This is it. They’re gonna make out.

Then Bakugo leans up, peck’s Todoroki’s lips, and turns to you. “There.” He spits.

Outrage!

“No!” You yell, too loudly, it seems.

There’s a bang on the door and all three of you jolt. “Consent!” Uraraka hollers, trying the handle; you cover your chest despite remembering Bakugo had locked the door.

“It’s okay!” You call, seconds from laughter. “It’s fine!” You assure her, sending a look to the boys, who’ve jumped away from each other, faces ashen.

“Shitty fucking… get away from the door!” Bakugo’s grumble turns to a yell, and he runs his hand over his face. You spare a glance to Shouto, but he’s watching Bakugo with an amused grin.

“Five minutes left!” You hear Denki call, and both boys glance to you.

You widen your eyes. “Kiss properly, then.” You say, as if it’s the most obvious solution on the planet. Which it is, but these two are hopeless.

There’s a pregnant pause, and you all exchange looks.

“C’mere,” Todoroki takes control. He grabs Bakugo’s face, and pulls him close, mouth descending to his, tongue swiping along the other man’s lips. You see it. The sliver of shiny pink muscle, and your heart leaps.

You press your thighs together as Bakugo gives in, slams his eyes shut and fists his fingers in Shouto’s sweater. Then he opens his mouth, and his tongue joins Shouto’s, and it’s so fucking hot that you feel it in your clit, the throbbing, pulsing, lip-biting feeling that you only get watching porn.

Is this porn?

This is porn.

Fuck, they’re so hot. If only you had your phone to take some sneaky shots—

It’s over too soon, and you whine as Bakugo pushes away from Shouto, closes the distance between you and him. There’s a blush on the blonde’s face— crimson, like his eyes— and his hands immediately go for the buttons on your shorts.

You grab his wrists, stilling him. “O-oi, Baku—“

“You said.” He glares. You take a steadying breath and let go of him, then he’s pulling down the zipper. His eyes glance to yours briefly. “Lift your hips.” He demands softly, and you do, your bare ass cold against the marble. Maybe a thong was a bad choice. Then he pulls your shorts down to your ankles, squats to tug them over your socks and slippers.

But Shouto’s in front of you, gentle hands ghosting up your shoulders, your neck, and you shiver, looking up into his eyes. Shit, this is Todoroki. The Todoroki. The one you secretly fawned over for nearly two years. You thought the ship had sailed, but maybe not. Not with him looking at you like that.

He steals the kiss— Bakugo’s busy— tongue warm and wet and practised.

How’s he so good at this?

“Oi,” Bakugo protests, but you’re lost in Shouto’s kiss, eyes closed. This searing, sensual thing that has you reaching for his hair, pulling him closer, moaning, leaning into him.

He smells like fresh linen, crisp cologne, tastes like mint and beer and it should be gross, but it isn’t. His lips are gentle but firm, tongue teasing and slow; he creates a rhythm that makes you want to spread your legs, push his face down there, and—

Shouto pulls away, and you whimper, flowing him with your mouth, but he’s turned to Bakugo, who’s standing on the other side of your closed thighs. “Your turn,” he says smoothly, seemingly unaffected by the kiss. Still, he gently takes your hands from where they’ve dropped to his sweater, rubs his thumbs in circles against your palms as he glances down to your eyes, bottom lip sucking between his teeth.

Bakugo doesn’t give you time to dwell on that.

A thick finger loops between the cups of your bra, tugs you closer to him, his other hand—calloused and warm— snaking quickly behind your neck to pull you to his lips. He’s rougher, hungrier, less practised. There’s teeth and saliva and his lips aren’t as soft, but your reaching for his shirt, pressing into him, giving into his demanding kiss.

Wow, you think. Only he can kiss like this and make it sexy.

He’s not like Shouto, his kiss lasts longer, and it’s so needy that if your eyes weren’t closed they’d be rolling in your skull. Is this what he’s like between a girl’s thighs? A flood of heat wets your panties, and you’re moaning, holding onto the explosive hero-to-be for dear life, slippers falling from your dangling feet as your toes curl.

All from a kiss.

Then lips are at your neck, on your ear— Shouto’s— and he’s whispering. “You’ve always been pretty,” a hand is on your knee, slowly dragging up your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “But you’re far more beautiful than I imagined.”

Bakugo pulls away, and you throw your head back and brace your hands on the counter behind you as Shouto’s mouth works down the column of your throat; placing slow, wet, languid kisses as his hands gently pry your legs apart— with far less effort than you care to admit— and he smoothly slides between them.

“You sly little fucker.” Bakugo sniggers, a little breathless.

“Are you a virgin?” Shouto asks against your skin, and all you can do is nod, words gone, head full of him. “You?” He’s turning to Bakugo, licking a stripe up to your ear before standing tall.

You lazily lift your head back up as the blonde grumbles, “N-none of your business.”

“You are?” You ask, breathless, brows raised. His glare falls back on your face, then he shrugs, eyes darting away.

“Does it fucking matter?” He grumbles, embarrassed.

“I’m not,” Shouto says, large hands squeezing the tops of your thighs. It shocks you, both his statement, and the implications behind it. When you look up at him, he’s devouring you with his eyes. “How far have you gone?” His voice is low, predatory. Sends a shiver down your spine.

“I, uh,” you swallow and your eyes shoot to Bakugo, who’s watching you just as intently. “F-fingers?” You stammer, skin prickly and hot when you glance back up at Shouto.

He holds your gaze. “Can I?” He asks, fingers on your thigh slowly sliding closer to your core. Your breath catches in your throat, heart stops.

Oh fuck.

Oh shit.

Your mind is screaming no, but your body is ready. Todoroki Shouto’s fingers in your pussy? Can’t say you’ve never imagined it. There was a reason why you sat yourself next to him in the circle, but actually doing it?

“Tick, tock, princess.” Bakugo adds lowly.

Panic. “I—“

“I’ll be gentle.” Shouto dips down, lips pressing back to your ear; your stomach flips. “Ready?”

“I, uh, o-okay,” is all you can say, because his fingers are right there, and you’d be lying to yourself if you told him you didn’t want it. Two of his fingers press against your clothed slit, and you know you’re sticky, but you’re biting back a moan as he circles your clit slowly.

“Bakugo, she’s really wet.” Shouto whispers, pulling back to give him a sideways glance. Mortification rolls through you, but he keeps his fingers there, slowly rubbing at you over the damp material, slowly— so fucking slowly— tightening the coil in your core.

“This ain’t fucking fair, Icyhot.” It almost sounds like Bakugo‘s whinging.

“D-drop your pants,” you stammer, sending him a look. “I’ll use my hand, Bakugo.” He clenches his jaw, but sets to work on his belt, eyes on you as you begin to pant under the other man’s ministrations.

Shouto’s mouth is back at your ear, slowly licking and sucking at parts of your skin you didn’t even know were sensitive, and a finger slides beneath your panties—then another— and you’re tossing your head back as he groans lowly in your ear and slides the digits slowly into your heat.

“Ugh, warm and tight,” he mumbles, probably to himself, but it’s so fucking sinful that you’re clenching around his fingers, bucking up into his hand with a mewl. “Virgin pussy,” he breathes—almost a growl— capturing your lips with his own, one of your arms looping around him as he toys with that special spot deep in your cunt that has your eyes rolling.

“C’mon,” comes a whine from Bakugo, and you pull away from Shouto’s kiss to glance down and see it: his cock hard as a fucking rock, thick and curved, precum beading at the tip. Ready. Needy.

For you.

Fuck, you wanna touch it, but Shouto doesn’t stop; his lips on your jaw, neck. There’s a tension on your hips, then the smell of burning, and by the now expert cock and jut of his wrist, you know he’s burnt your underwear at the crotch to give himself better access to your pussy.

With a breathy moan, your nails dig into the back of Shouto’s sweater, and you drag yourself towards him, opening your lips to his throat, dragging the flat of your tongue up to his ear like he’d done to you.

He’s good with his fingers, far better than you’ve ever gotten, and it’s overwhelming just how close you are to falling into bliss. You can hear your wetness— the slip and slide of his fingers in your sex— feel his panting breaths against your face, see the way he’s watching you come undone.

“Sh-Sho, I—“ you gasp, a pleading sound, followed by a low, whimpering moan.

“Bakugo, watch, watch.” He breathes as you pant and rock against him.

You don’t register what happens next, eyes closed, seconds from orgasm. If he can just keep rubbing you there, in that spot, just like that—

Cold.

“Time!” Is yelled from the other side, a chorus of people camping out by the door. But you don’t really hear it.

You seize up, body going rigid as you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before, but before you can scream, a hand is pushed over your mouth; big, rough, calloused, smells of burnt sugar.

“Shh,” one of the boys coos. Bakugo. “Fuck, Icyhot, that’s crazy.” He praises him. “Like some fucking porno shit.”

But the other one continues fucking you with his digits, drawing out your orgasm.

“Look, she’s still cumming,” Shouto leans back a little, gives Bakugo room to peer down at Shouto’s fingers as they pump your juices from your cunt. “Incredible.” He marvels.

There’s banging then, from outside. “Hey! We said time!” Uraraka.

“Yeah, coming!” Bakugo yells, then stops himself, sniggers.

You come back to your senses and shove Todoroki backwards— dislodging his fingers from you— embarrassed, and ashamed, and still fucking tingling. “You’re assholes.” You hiss, glaring at the both of them, tears in your eyes from the weight of that orgasm.

“Why the fuck are you mad, you’re the only one who got to cum.” Bakugo sounds like Bakugo, and thankfully he’s pulled his pants back up; but his eyes are still on you— drinking you in— as you step shakily into your shorts, and pull them up your thighs.

“You wrecked my underwear.” You shoot Shouto a glare.

“Sorry.” He says, but there’s a small grin on his face. Then he lifts his wet fingers to eye level, plays with the slick between them, seemingly impressed. Before you can snap at him to wash his hands, his tongue snakes around them— licking up your cum. “Yum.” He smirks.

You’re stunned. You’ve never seen anything quite so jarring in your life. Who is this erotic Todoroki, and what’s he done with the quiet, kind one?

Then your t-shirt is thrown at your face.

A louder bang, and you jump. “I will break the door down—”

“Keep your fuckin’ socks on!” Bakugo calls, before turning to Shouto, pointing a finger at him threateningly. “You’re a fucking hog, and you owe me for letting you play with her so long.”

You tug your shirt over your head and work on tucking it in, doing your best to ignore the rough scrape of the denim against your sensitive pussy. “I’m not a toy.” You mutter, and Bakugo rolls his eyes, stomps over to the door.

A hand lands on your shoulder, and you look up at Shouto. “Sorry if I was too rough,” he says softly. “But I didn’t have enough time to do it properly.”

Then Bakugo opens the door and walks out, a round of applause greeting him. You stare at Shouto for a moment, before following the blonde’s lead.

“It’s seven minutes, not ten minutes.” Denki grins, following you as you head back towards the games rug.

“I had an extra partner, I should get extra time.” You glare at him. He looks at you, eyes impossibly wide, then unleashes his barrage of questions.

“Whaddidya do? Did they kiss? Did you kiss? Blowjob? Sex? A bit of finger action—“

You ignore him. “Can we sit down, it’s Kyoka’s turn?”You call, and to your surprise, you see Bakugo and Todoroki hanging back in the kitchen, talking.

What the fuck are they talking about?

Fuck, you know it’s you. You know it. Are they talking about all the dirty things they wanna do with you? Comparing techniques? Arguing over who’s gonna take your virginity?

Kyoka squats in front of you, hands you a drink. “Didya kiss them?” She whispers, curious. You roll your eyes, but a smile grows on your face and it heats up; she bites her bottom lip, nodding. “Nice.” Then moves on.

You spot your phone sitting by your empty cup, pick it up to check your notifs. 1 new message. A group chat.

With Todoroki and Bakugo.

Bakugo: icyhot’s room. 2 hours. you in?

Your stomach flips, then you’re madly typing with one hand, sipping your drink with the other. Good old liquid courage.

You: Might get a chance at someone else, why settle just as the games starting?

You immediately regret sending it because you want to go. Fuck, you want to. You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor with a wet pussy, no underwear, and the memory of those two boys kissing you stupid, Todoroki completely—

Todoroki: We’re only playing because you are.

Oh shit.

What now?

You: liar.

Bakugo: if u say no, im going to bed.

You: rude!

Todoroki: Let’s go now. Make an excuse to leave.

You finish the drink— practically the whole thing in one go— and Denki side-eyes you. “You okay?” He asks, brows tenting on his forehead.

“I, uh…” you start, kicking yourself for your inability to be creative. “Period pain.” Is the best you have. Still, his eyes go wide. “I’m gonna go to bed.” You grip your abdomen for good measure, make a face as you rise.

“What are you doing?” Kirishima asks, popping the cap off a new beer.

“Period pain. Bed.” You grunt, acting miserable.

“We’ll be short a girl!” Ochako complains, but you ignore her and the rest of the whining that comes from the circle. Momo and Sero watch with interest as you pass them, probably already aware of what it is your planning.

A TodoBaku sandwich. And you’re the spread.

The boys aren’t in the kitchen anymore, and you climb the stairs two by two up to Shouto’s floor. When you glance down to your phone, you’ve got 15 unread messages from their group chat, and a kind of panic sets in.

Are you about to lose your virginity?

Are you really ready for that?

Just as you reach Shouto’s door, it’s torn open from the other side, and your met with scowling ruby eyes. The anger on his face dissipates at the sight of you, and he steps out of the way to let you in.

“Thought you weren’t coming.” Bakugo grumbles.

“I just wanna see you two make out again.” You toss him a flirty smile over your shoulder, scan the room— traditional Japanese design— and spot Shouto in the doorway to his en-suite. “You gonna have time to do me properly now, Shouto?” You ask, remembering his apology from the pantry.

Bakugo laughs darkly behind you, and you toss a look over your shoulder at him. “Why don’t you start by taking your clothes off? I’ve got a cock that needs suckin’, and you’re just the dirty mouth for the job.”

Inhibitions be damned, you’ve never undressed so fast in your life.

#bun reads #omg this is so hot????#bakugo x reader x shoto

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