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★ group grocery run

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Bakugou x fem!Reader x Kirishima Word Count: 1667

!!: 18+, threesome, fucking your boss

Part 1 Here A/N: I started this over a year ago and simply didn’t want to finish it. Now I’m sick of looking at it in my Unfinished pile of fics.

You can’t wait for your boss to summon you when he returns from a stressful job

You sit at your desk finishing a report from your shift when the elevator dings and your angry boss stomps out. Soot mars his face and there’s a rip across his outfit. Clearly the last outing saw some action and left Bakugou in a sour mood.

“Tell Red Riot to get his ass over here,” he growls at the sidekick next to him. They nod and break off for their desk. The few people not on patrol keep their eyes fastidiously on their keyboards and focus on typing their reports. His angry words send small jolts of electricity to your groin. Any minute now you would get a call to see him in his office. You practically vibrate at your desk in anticipation.

Your phone rings and you quickly pick it up, internally cringing at your eagerness.

“Yes, Sir?” you answer quietly. Doesn’t matter what the caller-ID says, you knew it would be your boss. It’s always your boss.

And that’s how you find yourself bent over his desk, your face pressed into the cold, hard wood. One hand is clamped over your mouth to stop your moans and pants from being heard. The other has a firm grip on your shoulder as Bakugou takes out his frustration on you. His cock furiously pounds into you and all you can do is lay there and take it. Knees weak, you lose yourself in the moment and relish in the feel of his cock dragging along your walls.

Bakugou’s hands transfer to your waist and with a nearly feral growl, he brings your ass flush against his hips. A warm sensation tells you that he’s done – for now. Depending on how rough of a day it was, he may keep you in his office longer.

The ash blond pulls out and watches his seed drip out of you and down your bare legs. This is one of his favorite sights. After you agreed to ‘be his de-stressor’ he loved leaving his mark on you – where no one could see it of course. The risk of being caught is always in the back of both of your minds, but that adds to the tension of the moment.

Pulling a wipe out of his desk drawer, he carefully cleans up the trickle of cum that’s slowly winding down your thigh. You jolt at the contact of the not-exactly warm wipe and Bakugou grimaces slightly. Even though you’re essentially his fuck toy, he still wants to take care of you.

He trashes the wipe and places a water bottle near your head before cleaning himself up. The view while sitting in his chair is a beautiful one; your ass presented oh so nicely for him and your crotch, leaking fluids and begging to be played with. He’s just about to tease you when his phone rings. While he answers, you slowly shift to kneeling in front of him, your nose nudging his cock.

He’s occupied when you pull out his length and slowly lick a stripe up it before taking most of him in your mouth. The salty taste of cum and your own fluids from the fast and furious fucking lingers on your tongue. He starts to grow harder in your mouth and it only encourages you. The conversation washes over you, something about a botched mission.

Bakugou wraps a hand around the back of your neck and sharply pulls your face down on him. His cock hits the back of your throat and you nearly gag on him.

Pushing back, you sputter, cough, and shoot your boss an irritated look. He smirks and pushes slightly on the back of your head, a silent command to get back to work. You tease his frenulum with the tip of your tongue and watch him twitch from the stimulation. He’ll get you back for that later, you’re sure of it.

A knock on the door has both of you stilling. Bakugou mutters into the phone and slams it into the receiver. Bakugou scoots his chair into the desk, trapping you beneath it.

“Come in,” Bakugou shouts. Hidden by the wood backing of the desk, you settle in and hope Kirishima leaves soon.

“I came as soon as I could,” Kirishima huffs, “Look, man, I’m sorry for what happened this afternoon.”

“I’m up to my ears in emails and calls from the Hero Commission about this,” Bakugou snarls, “They need someone to hold accountable for all the destruction and I’m the obvious candidate.” You quietly take Bakugou’s cock in your hand and give it a tentative stroke. His eyebrow quirking slightly is the only sign that he’s affected by it. Taking a risk, you take him back into your mouth and slowly bob your head, careful to not hit the desk above you.

The two men continue to talk work while you lose yourself in the blowjob. In fact, you lose yourself so much that a small moan escapes you and all conversation stops. Freezing with your mouth midway down Bakugou’s shaft, you were hoping no one heard you.

“What was that?” Kirishima asks.

“Don’t know,” Bakugou mutters. He brings one hand to your cheek and taps it for your attention. You meet his gaze briefly, but you know what he’s asking. Do we tell him? Do we want an audience?

Do you want an audience? It’s only one other person, and of all people it could be, Kirishima isn’t the worst one to find out. He might sputter indignantly, but he wouldn’t march to the press with the information that Bakugou is banging one of his sidekicks.

Worst case scenario? He storms out. Best case scenario? He watches. On second thought, best best case scenario is him joining in, as if that would ever happen.

You lightly graze your teeth on Bakugou’s inner thigh to get his attention. Crimson eyes meet yours, demanding an answer. You nod and lick the length of his shaft with the tip of your tongue before continuing your work.

“I could’ve sworn I heard…” Kirishima trails off, “And it kinda smells like… Nah.”

“No, please,” Bakugou says with a shit eating grin on his face, “Finish that thought.”

“Dude it smells like sex in here.”

Bakugou smirks and rolls back in his chair. Gesturing Kirishima over, he watches his friend’s face as he rounds the desk. Red rivaling the color of his hair floods Kirishima’s cheeks. His eyes flicker over your form and away rapidly.

“You can look,” Bakugou says, and raises your head from his cock, “She loves the attention.” Blissed out eyes stare adoringly at him, and a mixture of spit and come leak out of your mouth. Bakugou places his thumb in your mouth and you gladly lick it too.

“Her mouth is great, but this,” Bakugou lifts you up and lays you across the desk on your stomach again, your ass there for all to see. A sharp gasp leaves you when a heavy hand smacks one cheek before gently rubbing it. One finger glides along your slit and collects the fluids dripping out of you. “This is where it’s at. I could fuck her all day. Sometimes, I do.”

Kirishima watches Bakugou’s cock disappear inside you, the cute moans you make go straight to his crotch.

“Ask her if she’ll suck you off,” Bakugou growls, skin hitting skin and your wanton moans and whimpers overpowering all other sounds in the room. Kirishima walks to the other side of the desk, a raging boner in his pants, but no words coming out of his mouth.

He stares at you at a loss, unsure if he can really break this barrier - if Bakugou will really let him or if this is some kind of test. Bakugou leans over you and lifts your head so you can look Kirishima in the eyes.

“What do you say?” Bakugou stage whispers in your ear, “Do you want his cock?”

“Yes, please, Sir,” you pant in between thrusts, “I want his cock too.”

“Greedy,” Bakugou says smugly. He flips you onto your back, knowing it’ll be easier to fuck your throat.

Kirishima doesn’t need to be told twice. He unzips his pants and your eyes widen at the size of his dick. Regardless, you guide him to your mouth and take as much of him as you can.

“Fuck,” Kirishima hisses as your tongue swirls around his head and your hands make their way to his waist, pulling him closer. Desire takes over and he thrusts into you rapidly. All you can do is wrap your arms around his powerful thighs and hang on as your lips meet his hips.

Large hands knead your breasts, rolling your sensitive nipples. Fingers dig into your hips. The two men fucking you becomes more frantic, the rhythm all but abandoned as they chase their own release. A shiver of anticipation runs through your body.

A burst of heat rushes down your throat followed by a shuddering gasp from Kirishima. He pulls out and collapses on the chair behind his desk. From your upside-down spot on the desk, you watch Kirishima tuck his semi hard dick back into his pants, the blush on his face slowly fading.

With a final grunt, Bakugou finishes in you again. You can feel his cock pulsing inside you, your walls milking him for everything he’s got. He leans over you as he catches his breath, his forehead resting just beneath your breasts. Bakugou places a subtle kiss on your stomach before drawing himself to full height and easing out of you.

“Have you ever considered doing a sidekick swap?” Kirishima jokes.

“Nah,” Bakugou says, helping you into a seated position on his desk. You can feel his come trickling onto the hard wood desk. Bakugou’s eyes rove over your body and darken possessively when he spots a glob of white spilling out of your mouth. He wipes it away with his thumb and smirks when you lean into his touch. “She’s all mine.”

images in the banner from the manga, edited by me

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Hazing

Pro!Bakugou x Reader Word Count: 1417

!!18+: oral, photography, use of Sir, …dubcon?? idk there’s some power structure imbalance shit going on

It’s just a little hazing. What can go wrong?

A/N: I fell asleep while writing it so I hope it’s cohesive?

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It’s supposed to be your welcome into the agency from your coworkers. A little hazing, nothing unusual. Even the task isn’t that bad- sneak into Ground Zero’s office and take a picture of him without him knowing. Most people go with a stack of papers for him and sneak a shot.

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Summer Lovin’

⫸ Your boyfriend broke up with you before your big romantic holiday. Now you’re taking it with your girl friends – nothing fixes a broken heart like a girls trip to the beach, right? Only downside is your neighbors...

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Hawks, Dabi x Reader

Updated whenever I feel like it.

!!: Sex. So much sex. Plot? What plot?

⫸ Chapter 1: Road Trip

⫸ Chapter 2: Beach

⫸ Chapter 3: Swimsuit

⫸ Chapter 4: Campfire

⫸ Chapter 5: Sunscreen

⫸ Chapter 6: Sundress

⫸ Chapter 7: Piña Colada

⫸ Chapter 8: TBD

Big thank you to @katsukikitten, this is for her summer event. This is the most inspired I've felt in a hot minute, thanks bb 💖

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Summer Lovin’

Chapter 7: Piña Colada (18+)

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Hawks, Dabi x Reader

⫸ Word Count: 1k

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!!: sex, masturbation

You get cleaned up – only to get dirty again

A blender whirring in the kitchen brings you downstairs. After your alleyway rendezvous, you needed to freshen up… and hopefully not run into anyone with cum running down your face or pressed into your dress. 

Todoroki and Bakugou stand in the kitchen, their heads conspiratorially close together.  

“I thought everyone was in town?” you interrupt. Blonde and red separate.  

“Got bored,” Bakugou shrugs. 

“Try this,” Todoroki hands you a cup with a white blended drink garnished with a golden pineapple wedge. 

“You know I was drinking whiskey straight from the bottle,” you point out. 

“Don’t be a shit, take the damn drink,” Bakugou scoffs, “Ya can’t live on whiskey alone.”

“Bullshit I can’t,” you mutter. You had dreams about that bottle and all the unhinged decisions you could make and blame on it.

“The bottle is empty,” Todoroki deadpans as he brings a cutting board and blender to the sink. 

“Oh,” You cheerfully take a sip, “Well then thanks for the drink.”

You eye the two men wondering why they really came back. Bakugou you could understand — he didn’t seem like he wanted to go out anyways. But Todoroki? He seemed to be having a good time at the record shop. You lift your drink to your mouth… and miss.

“Oh shit.” It spills out of the corner of your mouth and down your jaw. Bakugou finger wipes up the droplets on your chin and pushes them into your mouth. 

Your lips capture his finger. Vermillion eyes are glued to you as your tongue swirls around the fingertip. Maybe this is why they came back?

“You missed a spot,” Todoroki says. 

“What?” 

He leaves the blender in the sink and approaches you. 

“Here.” Todoroki leans in. His hot tongue laves up the column of your neck. You can’t help but arch into him. 

Definitely why they came back.

“Shouto,” you whimper under his warm touch. Nimble fingers slide up your thigh under your dress. Your panties are soaked. You know it. And you know he knows it when his lips curve into a smile against your skin. 

“Really?” Bakugou throws his hands up in exasperation.  “In front of me?”

Todoroki ignores him. “Hold on to the counter.” Obediently, you grip the granite countertop and brace yourself. There’s a shifting of fabric behind you. A zipper undone. Your dress piled above your ass. Panties sliding down your legs.

“Shouto,” your head falls forward as his cockhead nestles between your folds at your entrance.

“No,” Shouto teases and pulls back. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he pulls your head up. “Let him watch.”

A ruddy blush spreads over Bakugou’s face as Todoroki spreads your legs further apart. Your breath hitches as he finally thrusts into you at an agonizingly slow speed. Each inch elicits a moan, a lip bite, tears pricking the corner of your eyes, something from you. And Bakugou’s vermillion gaze tracks every movement. Lust pounds through his veins and his cock.  Your faces shift in a complicated dance where you lead and he follows – all conducted by Todoroki. 

Bakugou’s hand passes nonchalantly over his sweats. Even rearranging his hardening dick, you can still see the outline of it pressed up against the waistband. A shudder runs through you. Imagine having both of them at the same time.

Todoroki’s hips stutter behind you. “Take it out.”

Bakugou’s eyes fly from your face to his. “What?”

“Take your dick out and stroke yourself,” he says impatiently.

“Wh-”

“She fucking clenches when you do that and-”

Bakugou pulls his pants to mid-thigh. His cock stands at attention. You tremble again with thoughts of ‘what if’. What if he slid his cock into your mouth while Todoroki pounds you from behind? What if you took them both at once? What if Todoroki settled you on Bakugou’s dick and used you like a fleshlight to jerk the other man off?

A mewl escapes your lips as Todoroki’s hips snap against your ass. Fingers dig into your hips and pull you down hard.

Todoroki leans over you, his breath tickling your ear. “You like him watching?”

Bakugou’s forefinger and thumb circle his shaft, lightly stroking up and down. You wanted him to do more than just watch.

“You like him seeing your tits bounce as I take you?” he growls in your ear. One hand snakes down to the apex of your thighs. A simple graze of his finger against your clit has you whimpering. “You like seeing her come undone on my cock?”

Bakugou tosses his head back and fucks into his fist. 

Desire burns along your nerves and you collapse into Todoroki as your orgasm washes over you. He’s not far behind you, his hips losing their momentum as they stutter against you and a rushing heat fills you. You stay joined for a moment, Todoroki’s softening cock letting come leak out of you.

He pulls out and braces himself against the counter next to you. In a daze, you stumble over to Bakugou who watches you with lust filled eyes.

“Can I?” Your voice trails off as you sink to your knees.

“Not this time, Princess,” he pants. Your heart sinks, but he continues, “I wouldn’t last a second with your pretty lips wrapped around me.”

Todoroki, finished tucking himself back in, stands behind you. His hands run down your shoulders, taking the straps of your dress with them. “Give him something to aim for when he blows his load.”

The edge of your dress caresses your tits as Todoroki pulls your top down. It stops momentarily on the stiff peaks of your nipples before popping free.

Bakugou starts pumping faster, his hand fisting his weeping cock with such strength you’d think he was working out at the gym. “Fuck.”

Hot drops splatter across your collarbone and tits. One even makes it up to your bare shoulder. Bakugou pants, lost in his own orgasm. 

“Shouto,” you look up at him from your spot on the ground, “Can I have my panties back?”

He raises an eyebrow and taps a bulge in his pocket. “No.”

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Summer Lovin’

Chapter 6: Sundress (18+)

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Hawks, Dabi x Reader

⫸ Word Count: 1.7k

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!!: sex, oral, deep throating, slight restraint?

You run into Hawks – and an associate of his.

After a quick shower to get the excess sunscreen off, you find a little sundress sitting on your bed with a note from Ochako. We’ll leave once you’re ready!

A sundress… You can dress this up – or down – for your needs.

Mina drives your house into town with the guys close behind in their own car.

The surrounding town is a stereotypical picturesque small oceanside town. Antique shops and old-timey diners line a small main street. The streets are busy given how many people actually live there, but it seems like you weren’t the only one with the idea of escaping to the coast for a weekend.

Kaminari beelines it towards the candy shop and Bakugou and Kirishima play rock paper scissors for who has to follow him. Being the winner, Bakugou leaves and heads elsewhere. Todoroki accompanies Mina and Jiro to a music store, and Ochako drags Momo to the ice cream parlor. That leaves you on your lonesome. The world is your oyster!

What you don’t expect to see, is a pair of red wings near a drink vending machine. 

Kaminari’s words float back into your head. Keigo said he might stop by for a bit… 

“Hey Keigo.” You sneak up on the hero. His wings bristle and sharp eyes assess you before relaxing when he recognizes you.“Fancy seeing you around town.”

“What can I say, I love to get a little R&R where I can.” He presses a button on the vending machine and a can rolls to the bottom. Squatting down, he grabs it and cracks it open. You watch his gaze work its way up your body, pausing when a stray breeze moves the hem of your sundress and reveals more skin. With a smirk, he straightens. “How’s it going, Chickadee? Y’know I worked with your b-”

“Ex,” you say quickly, and it doesn’t even hurt. You might as well be telling him it’s a sunny day out. “My ex-boyfriend.”

Taking a measured sip, he leans against the machine. “Your ex, is he?”

“It’s great though, this weekend has been all about me and I’ve finally realized I can wear little numbers like this.” You give him a little twirl.

“It looks great on you.”

You snort. “It looks better on the floor.” You didn’t mean to say it out loud, but blush stains Hawks’ cheeks.

That’s right, think of me without this on.

“I’m having fun,” you wink. “If you want to have fun with me.”

“It’s unfortunate I’m here for work.”

“Like you said,” you walk backwards between the two buildings. An alleyway wasn’t high on your list of places to fuck, but at this point might as well see what you can get away with. “Gotta get a little R&R where you can. When’s your meeting?”

Dents appear in Hawks’ coffee can. He finishes it off and tosses it in the recycle before making a point of checking his watch. 

“I’ve got a little time.”

You take another step into the relative darkness. Red wings bristle. Casually looking around, he saunters your direction. The carefree smile on his face disappears when he’s out of sight, replaced with want and a burning need.

His lips tangle with yours. Hands wander down your side and up under the hem of your dress. Giddy, you pull back and watch as his fingers glide up to pull down — nothing. Golden eyes dilate when they meet no resistance. 

You find yourself flipped and pressed up against the brick wall, Hawks’ wings shielding his grinding from anyone who might happen to pay attention when looking down the alleyway. 

“You little minx,” he purrs in your ear. Pawing at your ass, he flips up your dress and whistles appreciatively. He caresses your cheek before giving it a quick smack.

“Wanted to make sure—” You gasp as he gives the other cheek the same attention. “— you were interested.”

His belt jingles behind you. 

Trust me.” He presses into you and pants against your ear. You tremble around him. His tip throbs. “I’m interested.”

Your knees buckle as he sheathes himself entirely. Pulling almost all the way out, he plunges back in – slowly. Too slowly for you. Arching your back, you wiggle your ass to entice him to stop his torment.

“You’re like a fine wine, Chickadee,” Hawks teases with another methodically slow push. “I want to savor you.”

You make a frustrated noise and go limp in his hold. Each thrust ignites crackling pleasure along your nerves, but it’s just enough to keep you from dissolving into an electric orgasm.

“When you’re done fucking fans in the alley, we’ve got work to do, Hawks.” 

You jump, but Hawk’s hands on your hips keep you in place. You spy the intruder just beyond Hawks’ wings stubbing out a cigarette on the wall. How long has he been standing there? 

Piercing turquoise eyes take you in boredly. They barely glance at where Hawks’ hips thrust against your ass. That jaw. Those eyes. The indifference. You’d recognize the infamous Todoroki eyes anywhere.

“This who you’re meeting?” your breath hitches. 

Hawks’ hand wraps around the column of your throat, the metal of his watch warm against your cool skin. You grasp at the bricks on the wall in front of you as he brings your head back. Warm lips press against the shell of your ear. “Don’t even think about it, Chickadee. He’d break you.”

“He could try,” you snort. Turning, you address the renegade Todoroki brother. “So were you the massage therapist, or was that Natsuo?”

Amusement ghosts across his face. “Fucking your customers is generally frowned upon.”

“Your brother said the same thing.”

Hawks slows his thrusting and rests his head against your shoulder. “Killing the mood here, Chickadee.”

“Sorry, Keigo,” you say and clench around him. With a slow drag, you pop off his cock and twist to face him on your knees. Bits of gravel dig into your skin, but the look in his – in both of their – eyes is worth it. Your sundress settles around your ass again.

“Let me make it up to you.” Taking his cock in his hand, you twirl the tip of your tongue around the tip. Spit drips down his shaft and mixes with your juices already there. Hawks throws his head back with a hiss as you engulf his cock with your mouth.

Long fingers grasp the back of your head and pull your face closer. Encouraging you to take more, you sloppily inch your way down his length. You work your tongue on him with every bob of your head. Now this is a pace you should fuck at.

You cradle his balls and gently massage them.

Wings bristle and caress your cheek.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “If you keep that up I’m gonna-”

You tune him out. It’s only a matter of seconds before you’re going to have his come in your mouth. It’s almost a challenge at this point – how fast can you have the fastest man finishing?

Sliding down his cock until the tip is at the back of your throat, you swallow around him and moan. Vibrations race along his length. With a jerk from him, warm come pools in your mouth. Shivers roll through his body.

“T-That was…” he huffs. You pull off of him and open your mouth, showing him the gift he left you. With an over exaggerated swallow, you open again and let your tongue loll out of your empty mouth. “Fuck that’s hot.”

He tucks himself back into his pants and staggers back to the other wall, panting. Touya Todoroki eyes you still on the ground.

Fuck it.

“See something you like?” you ask and stare pointedly at his bulging crotch. 

“I’m not my brother.”

“I know you’re not.”

“I’m not gentle.”

“I don’t expect you to be,” you counter. He flicks open his belt and saunters over to you. 

“Then open that pretty mouth of yours.”

Obediently, you drop your jaw and tilt it up for him. His zipper drops and the prettiest cock adorned with piercings pops free. He slaps it against your outstretched tongue a couple times before hungrily shoving in.

“Hands,” he grunts and you oblige. Pressed up against the wall, Touya takes your hands and pins them above your head. His hips roll against your face and all you can do is hold on for dear life. Piercings slide over your tongue, filling your mouth even further. Eyes burning with carnal passion watch as your cheeks hollow as he pulls back. You cough and try to catch your breath before he pushes back in. Tears prick your eyes as you gag on his length.

“Shit,” Touya groans and presses deeper. You try to relax your gag reflex as he pushes into your throat. You shift your gaze to Hawks. He takes in the scene in front of him with avid fascination. Golden eyes wink when he catches your eye. 

The pressure is almost too much and your vision turns fuzzy. You struggle in his grip, your nose pressed against hot skin. His hips piston against you. You twist your head back and forth until Touya’s cock slides across your face. You take a raggedy breath and cough. Hot spurts land across your face and slide down your face.

Did he just…?

“You look so pretty all ruined like this,” he coos and wipes a glob of come off your face before smearing it on your lower lip. 

You hold onto his hand clinging to your wrists and pull yourself up.

“In the future.” You wipe another pearly string from your face and suck it off your finger. “I prefer this in me instead of on me.”

“Next time.” He holds the side of your neck and leans in, grazing his teeth along the other side. Touya’s other hand snakes around and grabs your ass, and pulls your hips against his, smearing the remnants of come and spit over the crotch of your dress. “I’ll leave you with more to remember me by.”

Tucking himself back in his pants, he turns and walks deeper into the alley without a second glance. Hawks pats your cheek and plants a quick kiss on it. “Later, Chickadee. Sorry about your breakup, but his loss is our gain.”

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Summer Lovin’

Chapter 5: Sunscreen (18+)

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Hawks, Dabi x Reader

⫸ Word Count: 1.8k

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!!: public sex

Shouto applies sunscreen to your back. And front.

“Good morning sunshine!” Ochako’s voice calls through your bedroom door. You crack one eye open. Sunlight streaming in the room blinds you.

“‘Chako whatdya want?” you groan. The door softly clicks open and closed. Beside you, the king-sized bed dips down.

“To see how you’re doing.”

“‘M fine.”

“Hungover?” 

You hate the pity that laces her voice. 

“Yeah.”

“I… I know you wanted this to be a girl’s weekend,” Ochako trails off. The bed dips further and she lays on top of the covers next to you.

“Mm?”

“I’m sorry we let the guys come over last night. We’re sorry.”

“It’s…” Flashbacks of last night flood your brain. Teeth on your skin. Fingers splayed across your chest. Relaxation. “Fine.”

“It’s not though,” she pouts, “We came here for you and put you on the back burner when we saw how sad Denki is.”

“No, I’m serious,” you prop yourself up on an elbow, the light not burning your retinas quite as much. Ochako’s cheeks flush as you loom over her. Her auburn hair flares out around her head. There’s no way… Leaning in, you fix a couple strands so they lay straight. “Now you look like an angel. But for real. Invite them back over. We can hang.”

“R-Right,” Ochako clears her throat and jackknifes up. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she grabs a small pile of clothing. “Bakugou brought this back for you this morning before he went on a jog and it made me realize you didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

Your eyes zoom in on the bright pink on top. “I didn’t wear that.”

“No,” Ochako smiles, “I brought that. It’s a prototype for my line of beachwear… I wasn’t sure if… after the week you had you’d be in your right mind… so I brought extra clothes you can use.” You hold up a scandalously strappy bikini top and raise an eyebrow at her.

“I know,” she says, “It’s not your normal style, but it’s something he wouldn’t approve of so-”

“I love it,” you agree instantly. “Thanks, Ochako.”

“I’ll let you get up at your own speed,” she says and heads towards the door, “But unless there’s anything specific you want to do, we were going to hang out on the beach and go into town later.”

“That sounds like a plan.”

An hour and some headache meds later, you untangle yourself from the plush comforter and head downstairs in Bakugou’s oversized shirt. The scent of breakfast permeates the air and if you’re lucky, Ochako would’ve put some to the side for you.

“Morning,” a deep voice calls from the kitchen.

“Oh shit, Shouto,” you jump at the sight of him and suddenly become aware of how little you’re actually wearing. “I didn’t expect to see you here this early.” He pointedly looks at the clock reading noon. “Yeah… that’s on me.”

“I’m playing bartender today so if there’s anything besides whiskey you want, we now have a fully stocked bar on our side.” He swipes spent lemons into the trash next to him. Slyly, he looks up at you from under his lashes and adds, “If you want any more 'help' forgetting your douche of an ex this weekend, you know where to find me.”

“Right,” you swallow dryly and take a covered plate with your name on it. Scurrying back to your room, you toss an ‘alrightbyeseeyoulater’ over your shoulder.

You eye the swimsuit Ochako brought you while you eat. It’s outside your comfort zone. It’s racy. It’s perfect. Checking yourself out in the floor length mirror, you quell the seeds of doubt trying to take root in your mind. You can pull it off as long as you’re confident. Still, you grab a flowy lace shawl for the illusion of decency.

Todoroki sits on a low foldable lawn chair beneath a comically oversized umbrella just outside the backyard of the guys’ vacation house. Shade covers an equally oversized towel that would borderline being called a blanket. Other towels and piles of shirts and shoes litter the not-blanket.

Taking a deep breath, you walk over. Now or never.

“You’re not joining them?” you ask. Todoroki earmarks a page in his book and sets it in his lap.

“That.” He points to the ocean where Momo and Ochako sit on Kirishima and Kaminari’s shoulders respectively while they try to push each other into the water. “Is not for me. You?”

“Figured I’d lounge in the sun.” Sauntering nearly in front of him, you drop the lightweight shawl and reveal the two-piece Ochako packed for you. Grey and turquoise eyes burn into your skin. His appreciative gaze roves over your body. Bending over, you take your time picking up sunscreen and holding it out to him. “Help me out?”

He grabs the bottle and waits. The sand under the towel shifts and molds to your body as you settle on it. Anticipation hums through your veins. You rest your head on your hands and take a deep breath. 

“Ready?” His low voice is throaty. There’s a silence after you nod followed by the crack of plastic as the bottle opens. 

Where would he start? Would he go straight for your ass? Spread your legs and massage his way closer and closer to your core? Or would he start with your arms or legs and tease you for as long as possible?

A slight heat radiating over your lower back is the only warning you get before Todoroki’s hands are on your lower back. His thumbs press up alongside your spine while his fingers spread out over your skin. The towel dips on your sides. Todoroki’s legs press up against your own. There’s more pressure to his touch and his fingers slide over your skin. You can’t help the groan that escapes.

“Have you ever considered being a professional massage therapist?” you chuckle. “Y’know, if the whole hero thing doesn’t work out?”

He hums in response, “My brother did that for a time.”

“Could start a new family business.”

His hands slide down to your waist and his grip tightens. With a quick tug, he grinds against your ass, the start of his erection hot even through your bathing suits. 

“This.” His breath tickles your ear as he rubs up against you, “Is frowned upon in that line of work.”

You start to arch up into him, encouraging his rutting, when a voice has you freezing.

“Todoroki, do you have sunscreen? Momo said you guys needed it this morning.” Jiro calls from the girls’ backyard, “Everyone else is in the water and I can’t get my back.” He quickly dismounts and walks out from under the umbrella. Jiro walks around the hedges and over to the shaded area.

“Where did you already get?” he asks.

“I got the top of my shoulders, but the rest of it isn’t done.”

You watch from under lowered lashes as he applies a healthy dash of the white cream to her back. There’s no massage, no lingering touches, just clinical application and a final appraisal to make sure everything soaks in with no areas missed.

“Thanks!” Jiro says. She slips off her sandals and heads to the ocean.

The towel shifts as he hurries back to your side. Deft fingers untie the simple bows you made to keep your top up.

“Flip over.” A shiver runs through you as you follow his order. “Don’t want to miss a single spot.”

“Glad you’re so thorough,” you grin. Todoroki squirts more into his hands and works down the side of your ribs. 

“Can’t miss here either.”

Cracking your eyes open, you watch as he hungrily swipes your top to the side. Tits out in public. The thrill that anyone could see if they paid attention rushes through you.

“Are they-” Your voice catches in your throat as his hands massage your tits. His thumbs flick your nipples and he lets out a low chuckle as they harden.

“Everyone’s in the water.”

“That’s where I was last night,” you say dreamily, sinking into the massage. Is it bad taste to bring up someone I fucked less than 24 hours ago?

“Don’t think I didn’t notice. And this?” He presses a love bite at the base of your neck. “Was this from the ocean too?”

“And if it was?”

“I’d want to make sure you had another.”

“Jealous?” you smirk.

“Of them?” he scoffs, “They’re not the ones with their hands on your breasts. I want them to know where I spent my time.” He grabs a corner of the towel and wipes the sensitive area under your breasts that no one touches. Lowering his head, he slowly licks the area, a smoldering look in his eyes. 

You arch into his touch, trying to deepen the connection. 

Todoroki’s teeth graze the delicate skin before latching on and sucking. Renewed passion ignites deep in your core and you can’t help but squirm against him. His fingers slide down your side and hook around the bright pink material covering your ass.

“Lift your hips,” he rasps. He tears the strappy bikini bottom down your legs. Long fingers skillfully knead your thighs and spread them apart. You bite back a moan as he lowers his head, pressing kisses from your inner thigh towards your core. 

He feasts like a dying man having a last meal. Fire pools low in your abdomen. Blood roars in your ears as your heart pounds against the confines of your chest. Every flick of his tongue sends sparks through your body.

Gifted fingers and tongue. 

“S-Shouto,” you say shakily, “I-I’m gonna-”

“Not yet,” he grunts. The sudden loss of contact short circuits your brain. His swim trunks disappear.

Pressing your legs towards your chest, you watch his straining cock press against your entrance. He sinks inside you, stretching you with every inch.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Once buried all the way inside, he gives a couple shallow thrusts.

“And so fucking wet.” His hips snap against you, setting a fast pace. Each thrust sends electricity straight to your core. You’re babbling. You don’t know what you’re saying, but incoherent words and breathy whines build alongside your impending orgasm. With all the teasing and eating out earlier, you shatter and come undone around his cock in no time.

Todoroki fucks you through your orgasm. He quickly loses the rhythm he set as his own end approaches.

Warmth spreads through your lower abdomen. Your nerves are on fire and your body tingles with pleasure.

With a hiss, he pulls out slowly, leaving you feeling empty.

“You okay?” he asks. Warm fingers massage the aches out of your thighs. All you can do is nod gently. “Roll back over.”

Obediently, you roll back onto your stomach and exhale deeply. Todoroki continues rubbing down your body and lulling you into a well-deserved rest.

“Lookin’ good over here,” Kirishima says appreciatively, bringing you out of your reverie. Both he and Bakugou take in your lounging form.

You look over to Todoroki whose gaze burns into you from over the top of his book he’s ‘reading’. Emboldened from all their attention, you flirt back.

“I love the swimsuit,” you say coyly, “But it would’ve left the strangest tan lines.”

“Do you need help with your sunscreen?” 

“Shouto was a gentleman and offered to help.”

“I’m sure he did,” Bakugou snorts.

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Summer Lovin’

Chapter 4: Campfire (18+)

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Hawks, Dabi x Reader

⫸ Word Count: 1.9k

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!!: oral, fingering, public

You do, in fact, want an engraved invitation.

Your post sex high quickly fades as Bakugou’s words sink in. Glad I got to you before anyone else… Of course he’d ruin your perfect moment.

“Anyone else?” you frown as he stands.

“I said I’d have to be blind to not see how hot you are, and we may be here because of Kaminari’s whining, but knowing you’d be here too? That was the deciding factor for me.” He almost sounds proud of that. He came for you… but not in a ‘I’m here to help’ way, but rather a ‘you’re available and I want to be first’ way. The implication of his words stings a little. 

“So, you just wanted to fuck me before anyone else could,” you say bitterly. Crossing your arms over your chest, you step back from him.

Bakugou’s brows furrow. “I wanted to be the first to show you a good time, show you what you’ve been missing. What I can give you, what others may be able to give you.”

“Who else?” you jut your chin out. 

“Huh?”

“Who else is going to try and fuck me?” A sick and twisted game where you’re the prize. You might as well go back and announce that Bakugou got first place.

“If you’re interested, I’m sure you’ll find plenty of people here who want you just as much as I do. Isn’t this what you want though? No strings attached fun? No worrying about relationships?”

“You make it sound like a goddamn game. I’m not a toy you can pass around.” But I wouldn’t mind being passed around by you guys. No, that’s not right. You straighten as your internal voice sinks in. You wanted to not think about boys this weekend. This was supposed to be a girls’ weekend, not a fuck fest starring yourself.

“Do you want an engraved invitation?” Bakugou asks sarcastically.

“Maybe,” you reply. Do you? It wouldn’t hurt. And as long as everyone knows that it’s nothing serious…

Bakugou blinks, taken aback by your words. Guess he hadn’t expected you to take him up on his offer. “Tell you what. I’ll deliver you to someone, and the rest is up to you.”

You chew the inside of your lip as you mull it over. Last chance to back out. “I’ll… do it.” If, for nothing else, to satisfy your own curiosity.

He nods and surveys you in your sopping underwear. “First things first, take off your bra and put this on.” He balls up his shirt and tosses it to you.

“My clothes are right here.”

“Not for this, I’ll bring them back tomorrow.”

It’s deceptively big for you — somehow, he manages to make his shirt look casually loose, but for you its borderlines as a dress. Stupid dorito ass body shape. Bakugou brings you up the back of the rental house and has you pause in the darkest corner of the backyard.

“Alright, now wait here.” He lumbers inside the guys’ house and returns with a blanket. Wrapping it around your shoulders and hips, he picks you up bridal style.

“Bakugou, how do I make a move in all this?” you whisper. You hadn’t had to pick up a guy in… too long.

“You have assets,” he smirks, “Use them.”

Without any further warning, he drops his smile and walks over to the party. There’s a lull in conversation as he approaches.

“Here,” Bakugou scowls and all but dumps you on Kirishima’s lap. In the time you were gone, they had brought over the outdoor wicker loveseat as part of the fire circle and Kirishima lounges on the entire thing.

“Why’s she wet?” Kirishima asks but doesn’t let go of you.

“Went for a swim,” Bakugou answers brusquely. You stretch, Bakugou’s shirt riding up across your nipples and exposing your panties. Kirishima’s eyes widen and you’re shifted in his lap. He brings the blanket in his lap up and over, covering you from the view of Todoroki, Kaminari, and the rest of the girls who are still consoling one heartbroken Kaminari.

“Where’re her clothes?” Kirishima hisses.

“Beats me. I’m done though. Your turn. Keep her warm, looks like she’s shivering.” With a subtle wink, Bakugou turns back towards his lodgings and disappears for the night. Kirishima starts under you. When you look up, a crimson blush spreads across his face. He saw. 

He knows you’re interested.

And when he looks down and vermillion eyes meet yours, he knows that you know.

You shift in his grip and press your hand and chest against him. “You don’t mind, do you?” you ask with faux sincerity. There’s a spark in his eyes he tries to hide as his gaze darts around the group.

“Of course not. Can’t let a pretty lady like you catch a cold.”

“We can take her inside,” Ochako offers.

Kirishima wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer. “Nah, between me and the fire, we can keep her warm.”

You lick your lips.

It’s a dance. A give and take. Moves and counter moves.

You start things as innocent as dirty can be; adjusting the neckline of your borrowed shirt to give Kirishima the best view of some of your assets. Something casual that could be overlooked in a large group.

Beneath you, you can feel the start of a hard on. A poke that grows against your skin and has you squirming against it. He adjusts the blanket so that it hangs off his shoulders – a wall of fabric where no one but him can see you.

You’re in your own little world now, just him and you.

Kirishima drags a finger down your neck and catches the collar of the shirt. He skims the top of your breasts before removing his hand and sliding up from the bottom of your shirt. Exposing your tits to the warm air, he grazes your nipples, eyes fixated. 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs as he admires your body, fingers caressing wherever his gaze lands.

Emboldened by his words, you take a hold of his hand and place it firmly on your chest. This is what you want, you’re sure of that now. Anything he could give you, you’d take this evening.

Kirishima’s first finger and thumb roll your nipple around while palming the rest of your breast. Each tweak sends a jolt of electricity through your body straight to your cunt. You shift restlessly and part your legs when his other hand starts rubbing up your thigh. 

Laughter sends a tremor through his body. Something the group said. This doesn’t even faze him. You use the movement to shift down again so you’re laying with your head in his lap and arch yourself into his touch.

“What’s all this?” Kirishima purrs. His fingers on your upper thigh make little plap sounds as they play in the leaking come and arousal dripping down. “Looks like you had a little fun.”

“Only a little,” you gasp as he drags a finger through the mess of fluids and grazes your clit. “I was hoping for some more.”

“More, hm?”

“Maybe,” you start and work the top of Kirishima’s shorts lower. His hard cock springs out and stands at attention. Saliva pools in your mouth at the sight of it; bright red and weeping precome at the tip. “Something with this?” You lazily drag a finger around the head and through the drop of liquid.

He looks up, but doesn’t seem bothered by what is happening outside your cocoon of blanket.

“I can’t exactly lift you up and fuck you right here right now,” he purrs. Wouldn’t that be a sight to see — fire warming your bare back, his mouth latched onto you tits while you bounce on his cock in the open where anyone could see.

“No,” you concede and tuck the fantasy away for later, “But you have the most beautiful fingers.” Lust darkens his eyes. 

“Something like this?” He asks and dives deeper all the while carefully avoiding entering you. Electricity jolts through you as he finishes the movement with a flourish of his fingertips against your clit.

“Yes,” you moan breathlessly, “Exactly that.”

“I can do that.”

You’re able to lose yourself in the dulcet sensations that crest over you in waves. He’s able to work you up to gently let you down and repeat. Each time he edges you closer to climax, your frustration and need grow; the need for him, the need for release, the need to release your inhibitions.

“Kirishima,” your voice is barely a whimper. It’s not a dance now between two partners. The soft ache deep in your core multiplied and now has you begging for more. His finger dips between your folds and teases your entrance and clit, but nothing more. You clench around nothing. Anguished, you whisper, “I need more.”

“What was that?” Kirishima asks coyly. His erection presses against your arm. 

“I,” you growl softly and wrap your fingers around the base of his cock. He’s so thick you can barely completely circle him. He inhales deeply and waits, fingers stilling their ministrations. “Need.” With an agonizingly slow pull, you drag your fingers upwards and twist. “More.”

He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean. Heat rises to your face watching him lick a mix of your arousal and Bakugou’s come from them. “Keep that up and I might do the same.”

“No,” you smirk and release his cock from your grip, “If you want something, I get som-” He slides two fingers inside you, cutting off your words. 

“Well come on, darlin’” he croons softly so only you can hear, “What do I get in return for this?” With shaky fingers, you wrap around his cock and stroke up. Another droplet of precome leaks out the top.

“And if I do this?” He asks and moves his thumb to your clit, slowly circling it. You clench around his fingers. Without stopping your motion, you let your tongue loll out of your mouth and lick a partial strip up the side — just enough to keep your head movement hidden.

“Oh keep that up, baby,” Kirishima groans. 

Both your and Kirishima’s hands work faster, harder, and desperately. If he applies more pressure, you’re humming and sending vibrations through his shaft. When you lower your mouth to his balls and tease them with the tip of your tongue, he slides a third finger in, the stretch adding volume to moans you can’t afford to make.

Both of your bodies are taut like bows ready to snap.

Kirishima’s labored breathing stutters and warm liquid splatters against your cheek. Your mouth pops off him, ready to lick it all up. His finger still inside you as ropes of come shoot out over your face and his lap.

“Fuck,” he hisses. As he regains his senses, Kirishima’s hand resumes its work full speed and a sharp gasp escapes as your own orgasm rips through you. You convulse against his fingers and clamp your mouth shut.

Conversation stops.

“She’s conked out,” Kirishima laughs loudly, “M-Must not be the comfiest pillow.”

“Are you okay, Kirishima?” Momo asks, “You’re looking rather red. Well, more red than usual.” You smirk against his skin and continue licking white ropes off his thigh and cock.

“I-” His voice cracks and he clears his throat. “I’m good.”

“Here, we can get her inside.” Chairs scrape and Kirishima hurriedly fixes your panties and shirt while you cover his not-quite flaccid dick with part of his shirt and, when that fails, your face.

“No,” Kirishima politely refuses, “She’s out and I’m doing fine. It must’ve been the sun today.” Footsteps approach your hiding spot and you do your best to feign sleep.

“Wow she must be tired.”

“Don’t know what took all that energy out of her,” Kirishima says innocently.

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A/N: this is the biggest fucking blanket in existence.

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Summer Lovin’

Chapter 3: Swimsuit (18+)

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Hawks, Dabi x Reader

⫸ Word Count: 1.6k

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!!: ocean sex

Bakugou has been waiting for this moment for a long  time.

Bakugou shuffles off towards the beach unnoticed as the rest of the party coddles Kaminari. Fucker had it all and he messed up. How many times would his girlfriend keep taking him back before calling it quits. Probably wouldn’t ever give up on him, the lucky bastard.

And then there’s you. Also dumped, but you seem convinced to throw your own whiskey infused weekend and then move on. There’d be no going back. And your ex’s loss is his gain.

You snatch your flask back and drink out of it. “That’s mine, thank you very much.” His gaze flutters across your lips as your tongue pokes out to clean up the drops you spilled. “This trip was supposed to get my mind off boys this weekend, and yet here you all are.”

“Not my fault you and Kaminari got dumped the same week.”

You balk at his words. “Who said I got dumped?”

“We’re all in the same line of work,” he drawls. When you don’t put two and two, he leans in and pokes your forehead with two fingers. “We all talk.”

“You fucking talked about this? He talked about this?!” you seethe. Taking another heavy swig from the flask. He doesn’t want to carry your drunk ass back. He could, but he doesn’t want to. At least you’re not a flightly drunk. He’d probably have Sero tape you to a chair if he was here and you were threatening to run every three minutes.

“Easy now,” he says and takes the flask from you. Your eyes scream murder though, and you lurch forward to grab it back.

Funny thing about alcohol and sand – they don’t mix as well as beach parties make them seem. Your foot sinks into the soft sand and you trip into Bakugou. Arms and legs tangle on your way down.

Bakugou finds himself on his back out of breath with your head cradled against his chest. There’s no way he’s going to let you hurt yourself. Struggling to rise, you push against his chest and drag yourself into a seated position. On his crotch. Instant stars in his eyes and blood rushing from his head.

Think of the ocean, think of Kaminari’s bitching, think of the TWO HOUR conversation about tea, think about anything except- 

It’s too late. He can feel your warmth on top of his hardening dick. You lean across him, shifting your hips and adding fuel to the fire. The little glimpse down your shirt at the top of your breasts seals his fate. There’s no out thinking this.

It’s not going to take long for you to find out — at this point, how could you not feel?

Sitting ramrod straight, you let out a little squeak. Shit. Embarrassment floods your face. “Are you…?” Bakugou groans as you shift on top of him. 

His hands find your waist and keep you from squirming on top of him. Resisting the urge to grind up against you, he lets out a growl. “What the hell does it look like?”

“Well don’t!”

“Tell that to my dick!” he shouts. Bakugou’s hands are now keeping you in place against him as you try to get off him. “ ‘Sorry you’ve got a hot single chick on top of you, but don’t react!’ ”

“I-” You stop as his words sink in. A smirk graces your lips and fucking hell Bakugou wants to kiss it off you. “You think I’m hot?”

“I’d have to be blind not to see it.” With a teasing rock of his hips, he gives in a little and lets you feel how hot he thinks you are.

“Stop,” your laughter dies, “You don’t really mean it.” Like a baby doe learning to stand for the first time, you wobble your way up but come crashing down as Bakugou’s arm snakes around your waist. Fuck your ex. You of all people shouldn’t be insecure about yourself. Didn’t you know how you pulled every gaze when you entered a room? Even when you were dating, he had his fair share of fantasies.

With a smirk of his own, he cups your cheek and pulls your face down to his. It’s soft at first, his lips brushing over yours. You may think it’s a joke, and he’ll let you pull away if you need to, but all he can think about is exploring your body with his mouth and leaving a trail of marks he can follow. 

Another pass of his mouth against yours, just a ghost of a feeling. A hint of what’s to come. You tremble with sweet anticipation.

“I do though,” he murmurs. Your breath catches in your throat. He locks his mouth onto yours. A gentle moan flows from you.

Finally.

The woody oak flavor of the whiskey spills across your tongues as he presses into you. Your hands tangle into his hair. Pulling you closer, he’s finally able to let his hands explore your topography and map the rises and falls of your body. He’s especially interested in the curve of your ass.

“Not here,” you gasp and break off the kiss. Looking around, your eyes lock onto the rental houses. Laughter rises with the campfire smoke. Too close.

“Where?” He asks. He could probably sneak you into the guys’ house

“Feel like taking a dip?”

“What?” But you’re already taking off your shirt. The lacy black bra doesn’t hide your nipples tightening as the cool summer breeze crosses them. You’re already shimmying out of your shorts by the time Bakugou’s brain catches up with what you’re doing.

“Don’t you have a swimsuit?” he blurts out. Idiot. Why would you say that? You give a little wiggle of your hips as you step out of your pile of discarded clothes.

“Didn’t pack one,” you shrug and saunter towards the water. “So this’ll have to do. Are you coming?”

God he wishes he was.

With a swift movement, he tosses his shirt in the sand next to yours and yanks his pants off. He’s straining against his boxers and he almost wants to leave them ashore as well.

Your silhouette outlined by moonlight on the waves beckons to him. As if in a trance, he stumbles after you.

Lukewarm water laps at his toes. You’ve already made it out to hip height. Not as cold as it could’ve been. He watches you dive in and come up, water sluicing down your body. Bakugou swallows, even though his mouth is dry.

Lace molds to your skin leaving nothing to his imagination. He takes in the picture of you wet, bothered, and moonlit as he approaches. You look like a siren luring him out to his death, and he’d willingly follow you again and again as long as it meant he could see you like this.

His hand trails up your side until he’s cupping your breast, teasing your already pert nipples into stiff peaks and drawing breathy moans out of you.

Bakugou kisses feverishly down the column of your throat. Salty sea mixes with your essence. Laving the soft skin where neck and shoulder meet, he bites into you and sucks. A claim. A notice to anyone else that looks at you that your needs are met and they are not needed. Only him. Not your shitty ex, not anyone else sitting around the goddamn campfire. Him.

Your legs latch around his waist, your body rising and falling with the surge of water around you. 

“Katuski,” you purr and nip at his earlobe. “Make me feel good.”

That’s all he needs. It’s enough permission for him to drop the gentle act and rip aside your panties. His clothed cock rubs against your folds and fucking hell he should’ve left them on shore. 

Trusting you to hold on, he loses his boxers in the ocean. Who needs them anyways? 

“Look at me,” he commands roughly. Lining himself up with your entrance, he watches your eyes widen as he slowly sinks inside you. Your mewl as he bottoms out, barely audible over the crashing waves, spurs him on. 

It’s a fast fucking fueled by repressed burning desire that he’s only ever got to act on in dreams. Slipping his fingers between your bodies, he has you spasming around him in minutes. 

You cling to him as he fucks into you with renewed fervor. This is a high he can’t get with his hand alone. 

“K-Katsuki,” you whimper, “It’s so much. Too much. Too big.”

Your words shoot straight to his cock. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he growls. If he’s too big, then what mediocre, mid-rate sex are you used to?

“Katuski p-please,” you babble, “It’s so much. You’re filling me. I need more. I need you.” Your cries punctuate each of his strokes. Bakugou’s nails find purchase in your back as he clings to you, chasing an overwhelming need.

So close.

In this moment, all his. 

A dream come true.

He spills into you, his dick throbbing in time with his heart. You wrap your arms around his neck and exhale against his skin. Fully sated.

Goosebumps erupt across your skin.

“Let’s get you back to shore,” he murmurs and carries you out of the water.

He sets you on the ground with unsteady feet. Your panties are still skewed for easy access. His sensitive dick jumps at the thought. Another time. With a cocky grin, he kneels before you and adjusts them back to normal before placing a chaste kiss against your pubic bone. He looks up to see you glassy eyed watching him.

“I’m just glad I got to you before anyone else made a move.”

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Summer Lovin’

Chapter 2: Beach

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Hawks, Dabi x Reader

⫸ Word Count: 879

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It’s your pity party, not Kaminari’s.

Your bedroom claimed, you walk out onto the connecting balcony and admire the waves crashing down on the shore in the distance. Pure sand runs from the waves all the way to the edge of the property where sparse grass intermixed with more sand surrounds a fire pit. A stack of plastic chairs and patio furniture line the house, ready for use at any moment.

The late afternoon sun warms your face and you take another deep, cleansing breath. Inside, you can hear Ochako and Mina gushing about the house. They seem just as excited as you do to have a comfy night in. This is your weekend.

“Hey neighbor,” Kaminari singsongs from across the way. His voice is nails on a chalkboard for your relaxed state. He stands on his own balcony waving at you. Crossing your arms, you squint and bite your tongue. You could rip him a new one. You could tell him off for ruining your trip… Or you could be civil. Just in case.

“How many of you are there?” you finally ask.

“It’s just the guys,” Kaminari calls back. That could be anyone.

“And who would that be?” you ask with a saccharine smile pasted on your face.

“Me, Kirishima, Todoroki, Bakugou,” Kaminari counted on his fingers. He bit his lower lip and narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t through… Did he invite…?

“Anyone else?” Your breath hitches as he thinks. There’s only one name you don’t want to hear, and the longer he thinks, the worse your stomach cramps with dread.

He scratches the back of his head. “Keigo said he might stop by for a bit, but he has some work stuff to do nearby.” First name basis with the higher ups, damn.

“And that’s it?”

“That’s it!”

Relief sweeps through you. His name wasn’t listed. “Good! And as long as you stick to your half of the beach, we’ll stick with ours.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” he protests. With a wave, you turn on your heel and walk back through the gossamer curtains streaming out the door with the wind.

A few ciders later, the car is unpacked and the music is flowing in the house. Golden rays streak across the sky tinted with hints of indigo. You and Ochako pile firewood next to a circle of chairs as Mina tends to the start of a fire. You have all the fixings for s’mores, veggie kabobs, hotdogs, and boozy brie. You’re ready to catch up on all the gossip you’ve missed – and rant about your break up if prompted.

“Smells like a campfire over here!”

You resist rolling your eyes at your ever-present neighbor.

“Denki go back to your side of the beach,” you sigh. Hurt gold eyes stare at the cozy fire being built before pleading silently with you. Well he has another thing coming if he thinks that is going to work on you.

“Ah c’mon, don’t be like that,” he jokes and fully walks into your yard.

“What’s your girlfriend going to think of you hanging out with a buncha single ladies?” you tease him. Single. And it doesn’t hurt to say that. Almost. The breakup hadn’t been amicable and you fought tooth and nail for everything you kept. It almost felt like a divorce with how things were divided, but you were never married.

“She’s… gone,” Kaminari shoves his hands into his pocket. Kicking a loose pebble, you can tell he sinks slowly into his own thoughts – that’s where you had been earlier in the week. The what ifs and was it really me? playing out in his mind.

“Shit Denks,” Mina pats a chair near her for him to sit in. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He plops down and Momo joins on one side as Mina sits on the other. “So we’re here to take my mind off it.” 

What a coincidence, that was supposed to be my weekend too.

As if planned, Todoroki and Kirishima walk over too and start chatting up a storm. Jiro joins and soon everyone settles around the fire – except for you. Unfuckingbelievable. 

“Yeah, come on over,” you mutter under your breath. “This was my pity party, you’re not invited.”

“‘S wrong with you?”

Startled, you jump as Bakugou leans against the edge of the hedge that separates the two houses.

“Bakugou, didn’t expect to see you out here.”

“Can’t do anything else with all the racket you’re making out here.”

“I am doing nothing of the sort,” you say dryly.

“You’re all out here together. And I have to listen to Sir Fumbles-A-Lot bitch about how he messed up with his chick. Again. The whole drive over was about how he bought the tea she likes even though he thinks it tastes like dirt.”

“You can listen to me complain instead,” you say and sneak out a flask from the back pocket of your shorts. “I provide alcohol.”

Bakugou raises an eyebrow. “You broke up with-”

“Don’t,” you say sharply, “Don’t say his name or me and my whiskey go down the beach.” It’s not like saying his name will summon him, but you’d rather not take the chance…

Bakugou grabs the flask and tips it back before nodding towards the sandy shore. “Let’s take a walk.”

⪢ Next Chapter

[imaginekhaos]

Summer Lovin’

Chapter 1: Road Trip

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Hawks, Dabi x Reader

⫸ Word Count: 785

⪢ Chapter Select

Time for the beach.

Dropping a cardboard box filled with old clothes, memorabilia, and so many goddamn notebooks on your porch, you wave at the flashy convertible pulling up to your house. Three of your closest friends cheer and honk as you show off the growing pile of absolute shit accruing outside.

You slip back inside and glance around one last time. It seems… empty. Which is good. Grabbing a bulging backpack and a bottle you left on the counter, you hesitate and eye a second bottle you know is hiding in the cupboard. You could… but it’s just a couple days. If you really need more, you can always buy more out at the coast.

“Girl’s trip!” you cheer and toss your bag into the back of the car. Ochako scooches over to make room for you. Auburn eyes look around before shooting you a questioning look.

“Is that all you’re bringing?” she asks. “There’s room in the trunk if you need it. We said everyone could bring one suitcase.”

You pin your best friend with a serious look and raise the bottle in your hand. “I’ve got a bottle of whiskey and whatever clothes I could throw in a bag. I’m good.”

“Did you pack a swimsuit?” Jiro asks from the front seat.

You probably didn’t but you’re not going back inside now. “Looks like we’ll find out!” 

“Hold on to your hats,” Mina says from the driver seat and flips down her sunglasses, “We’re on vacation!” With one last look behind you, you watch the pile of boxes and bags get smaller and smaller as Mina zips away from your home. A gentle squeeze on your hand brings you back to the moment, and you smile at Ochako and squeeze her hand back reassuringly.

Jiro does a great job as DJ at playing nostalgic music from before, when you were single, carefree, and not bitter about a breakup. It wraps around you like a comforting blanket and eases your worry.

You all show up at Momo’s house singing at the top of your lungs, not worrying about disturbing the neighbors. She slides into the middle of the back and passes around sunscreen as Mina peels away from the upscale neighborhood.

Greys of the city’s highrises fade to the warm yellows and greens of trees in early summer. You inhale deeply, fresh air cleansing your lungs of the stifling life you want to leave behind. An hour and a half later, salty ocean spray mixes with the freshness. Faint gull cries in the distance mingle with the crash of ocean waves.

The two-story, cream and charmingly faded blue house with a wraparound porch is fenced in at the front with a head height hedge wall. It’s just as quaint as the booking pictures made it out to be. A spacious kitchen and an open backyard that lines the beach, you can already imagine doing facemasks, watching movies, and dancing around a fire with your group as the stars wink from above.

A fresh start, just what you need.

“And we have the most beautiful neighbors to keep us company!” A familiar voice calls from the house next door.

Whipping around, you see one of the last people you wanted to see this weekend. “Are you shitting me?”

“Aw, cheer up!” Even now, Denki’s infectious smile has the opposite reaction he probably wanted and sinks your spirits even further.

“Denki, what are you doing here?”

“Same thing as you!”

Doubt it. You can’t help the snort that escapes. Might as well head back inside before you say something you regret – he’s not the closest friend, but he’s still a friend nonetheless.

“I thought it was just a girls trip,” you say sulkily to yourself. It was supposed to be just the girls. It was supposed to be a time for you to recover.

It was supposed to be a romantic getaway trip before you were dumped.

“Denki caught wind of our trip and decided the guys needed one too,” Jiro rubs her arm uncomfortably and flicks a glance to you. “I… think he heard at work.” Work. With your ex. Fffffffuck him. He would not ruin this trip for you. You could rise above this. You are cool, calm, and collected.

Apparently, you didn’t do a good enough job of seeming cool and unbothered as Jiro abruptly turns on her heel and heads back out to the car. How did they know exactly where you would be too?

“Ochako,” you whine as she passes with a cooler in her hand, “I didn’t want to think about boys this weekend.”

“It’s fine,” she smiles reassuringly. “I’m sure they’ll keep to themselves.”

It’s a lie and you both know it.

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A/N: Some of these will be short, some long, also no tag list this time

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"Baby start over please. Yer talking and I know it's important but all I see are your fat tits right now. Nipples are hard too and that's so fucking hot." Katsuki gruffs, coming closer to corner you, placing his hands on your hips, "I can see the areola through this fuckin pink top."

[imaginekhaos]

fwb!bakugo is the only guy that’s made you cum from penetration alone. mdni (17+).

one minute some broken sentence is leaving your mouth about how he’s too deep, and the next you’re seeing colors as your pussy squeezes tightly around him.

katsuki slows down, hand still pressed against your lower tummy to feel the outline of his cock, as he watches you with a crooked grin. his already inflated ego growing bigger.

nearly a minute has passed and your walls are still pulsating with satisfaction around his thick dick. he almost grunts, but he quickly covers it by grumbling about how it’ll take more than that to make him cum this quick.

the after shocks of your orgasm are still flowing deeply through your body and katsuki never stops fucking you through it, not even once. crimson eyes stay glued to the blissful expression on your face, waiting for the moment he can resume his bruising rhythm again.

the second you give him the go ahead, his hips are bucking into yours—just like before—propelling your body forward on the bed.

“what were you bitchin’ about again?” he chuckles. his curved dick and brushes over your gspot again and draws another moan from you.

“doesn’t matter. if i hear you open that pretty mouth again and you’re not telling me how much you love this dick?” he growls. “i’ll fuck that attitude outta you. have you beggin’ me to stop ‘cause this pussy can’t handle it.”

your blood runs even hotter than before with increased arousal from his words. a warm hand glides up your body, grazing your breast in the process before he takes your chin between his fingers.

“that’s a promise.”

[imaginekhaos]

Just a Friendly Drink with Friends (Pro!BakuTodoDeku x F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku "Deku" Midoriya x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: When your work buddies and the hottest couple at your hero agency (and secret crushes) invite you out for a friendly drink to celebrate your birthday, you're more than happy to oblige...until the drinks start flowing, the convos get heated, and these three sexy pros reveal their ulterior motive for inviting you out with them.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Poly!Pro!TodoBakuDeku (Early 20s-Early 30s); Work Crush; Coworkers/Friends to Lovers; Alcohol Consumption; Drunk Sex; Guy on Guy; Foursome; Dom!TodoBakuDeku x sub!Reader; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Triple Blowjob; Doggystyle & Missionary; Spanking; Anal Play/Analingus; Dual Cunnilingus; Titty Play; Squirting; Listener Cums 4x; Creampies; Cum on Tits

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Came up with this idea after seeing this fan art by GSony24 about this fine ass trio. Follow them on Twitter HERE and IG HERE!

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Another birthday. Another year on Earth being a single girl. 'What a happy fucking birthday,' you solemnly think.

This is just how you wanted to spend it: sitting alone in your office past your usual clock-out time with your third iced coffee of the day. You're pretty sure that this isn't healthy, but the rich taste of coffee and your favorite cinnamon bun creamer on your tongue is too good to resist.

You sigh, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of you. It is already 6PM and everyone has long since left, except for the security guards and janitors. You have a choice to shut down your work laptop, pack your shit, and take your ass home for the night.

But you chose to be cooped up in your little office sipping your iced coffee to avoid being at home alone.

Truth be told, you were dreading your birthday coming. It seems that every time this day comes around, you become less excited about it. Probably because you're still single.

You see so many girls on TikTok and Twitter celebrating with their partners, getting taken out to clubs and expensive dinners to celebrate their numbered trip around the sun. But not you. You always seem to celebrate at home with your wine, your streaming services, and your dog.

You initially had plans with a friend for dinner, but she caught a cold. She called you earlier snotting and sneezing over the phone, apologizing profusely for cancelling.

Tonight, you don't want another night at home. You don't want to wallow in your own self pity or loneliness. So you distract yourself with work, hoping that this day will go by quicker.

But fate has other plans for you. While you check your schedule for next week, you hear the door to the agency unlock. Probably just a sanitation worker cleaning up for the night. But when you hear the familiar voices of your office crushes, your hands freeze on your keyboard and your heartbeat accelerates.

"I think they're in here!" Deku's sweet voice drifts to your ears, signaling his appearance. You hear his footsteps getting closer to your office which overlooks the interns' cubicles situated in the middle of the room and other heroes' offices across the way.

The agency you work at is primarily owned by All Might and is co-owned by his mentees Izuku "Deku" Midoriya, Katsuki "Dynamight" Bakugou, and Shoto Todoroki. All top ranking heroes. All irresistibly sexy.

And all dating since their high school days at UA High. All three of them work at the agency alongside you, monitoring the city, patrolling, and taking on dangerous missions. You have only done some patrols and interacted with them at work, but it was enough for you to develop a very strong crush on the loving couple.

You couldn't help but fall for Deku's sweet energy, Bakugou's hot-headedness, and Shoto's blunt yet refreshing personality. You have often pictured yourself being a fourth piece to their poly puzzle, lpossibly on your knees and being filled with...

You shake your head, pushing the thoughts aside. You could never go any further than fantasies. The last thing you want is to ruin your work relationship with them and make things awkward. So you keep your feelings quiet and just stay as friendly as you possibly can.

"You think they're in there?" Bakugou parrots, huffing impatiently. "Fuckin' nerd. C'mon, stop fuckin' around and find 'em! We were supposed to be at the bar 20 minutes ago!"

"Well, we did make reservations," Todoroki protests. "I'm sure they will hold our spot since they know who we are and- Oh, hi, Y/N."

The three pros stop in the doorway to your office dressed in casual clothes. You feel your tongue grow heavy at the sight of them: tall, buff, and mouth-watering.

"Y/N, hey!" Deku chirps, waving one of his scarred hands at you. He sheepishly rubs the back of his head, ruffling his tufts of green hair. He wears a white tee and jeans that stretch across his toned body. "U-Uh, sorry to intrude. I'm just looking for my sneakers."

"His dumbass lost 'em," Bakugou grumbles, bumping his shorter boyfriend's hip. He has an undercut for his platinum blonde hair and tattoos that ink his toned arms. Like Deku, his black V-neck and jeans fill him up perfectly.

He gives you a hot glare that is intensified by his vermillion eyes and does nothing but make you feel quite bothered in your work dress. "Da hell are you still doin' here, extra? Don't you usually leave at 3?" Deku and Todoroki curiously stare at you, just as confused.

Your brain desperately tries to play catch-up in fear of you looking like an idiot. "U-Uh, hey!" you stammer, plastering on a smile. "Yeah, but I'm just here getting some work done. I was thinking of doing some patrols too."

"On a Friday night?" Todoroki asks, furrowing his brows at you. His red and white locks of hair compliment the differing colors of his eyes: turquoise and chestnut brown. Those eyes that have filled your dreams many times before. He wears a blue polo shirt with some jeans and Vans which goes well with his laid-back personality.

He then snaps one of his calloused fingers, a smile stretching across his handsome face. "Wait, isn't it your birthday today?" he questions. "I saw it on the work calendar."

Deku and Bakugou stare at you, waiting for you to confirm. You are shocked that Todoroki even noticed considering his busy schedule. "Uh, yeah," you sigh. "Yes, it is."

Deku is practically horrified. "Seriously?! Oh, no, I completely forgot! I would've given you something if I had remembered!"

But you shake your head, giggling awkwardly. "No, no, you're fine! That isn't necessary. I mean, it's just another day, right?"

"Just another day?" Todoroki questions, sounding perturbed by your statement. "Do you mean you don't celebrate your birthdays?"

You guess the joke didn't help at all. "W-Well, what I mean is birthdays don't exactly mean much anymore as you get older, so that's why I'm passing the time with work."

The three pros give each other an unreadable look. You flush in your dress that hugs possessively at your body, feeling exposed. They must think you're such a loser. "Do you not have anyone to share it with?" Todoroki asks.

Deku pulls a nervous smile, tugging at his taller boyfriend's sleeve. "Uh, Todoroki, that's a little personal," he whispers.

But Bakugou is just as bad at reading the room as Todoroki is. "Nah, I wanna know too. That look ya got on your face means there's somethin' up with you." He leans against the doorway, still giving you that mean look. "What, your boyfriend dump you or somethin'?"

Deku glares at him, momentarily looking like he wants to wring some necks. You know Bakugou means no harm in asking, but you still straighten your neck and make your tone very firm. You know how to handle the hot-headed pro.

"Well, since you wanna know, I had plans to go for dinner with my friend, but she caught a cold and cancelled...so now, it's just gonna be me and my dog." You wince at how pathetic you sound and opt to look at your pretty, pink nails instead of the pros. You don't want to see their looks of pity.

"Well, why don't you just come and get some drinks with us then?" Todoroki asks.

"Huh?!" both you, Deku, and Bakugou exclaim in unison.

Todoroki looks completely oblivious to it. "Well, it is your birthday, isn't it? Since your friend can't make it tonight, you can just come hang out with us." His smile is friendly and warm. "Your other friends."

Friends. He thinks you're friends. 'Well, aren't you?' you think to yourself. "Oh, thank you, but I couldn't!" you squeak. "You guys already made your plans and I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Stop all that polite shit," Bakugou growls, rolling his blood-red eyes at you. "It's gonna make ya feel worse if you're here by yourself or at home bein' all depressed." He crosses his arms over his beefy chest and dog tags, the corner of his pierced lip curling into a smirk. "Unless ya think you can't hang. I know my way around a bottle."

“Wasn’t there that one time you threw up after a beer?” Todoroki snickers.

“Fuck you!” Baku growls. “I had a cold that time!”

As the two begin to bicker amongst each other, Deku takes the reins. "You should come with, Y/N," he happily says. "We don't mind the company if it's you. No one should celebrate their birthday alone."

Maybe it's the sweetness in his tone. Maybe it's the generosity in their eyes, even Bakugou's despite his permanent glare. Or maybe it's just the idea of spending your night with your crushes, even if for an hour at a bar.

You sigh, tossing up the white flag for defeat. "Alright," you give in. "But one drink. I don't need to be stumbling home or throwing up in my toilet."

Deku claps once in celebration, grinning joyfully. "Awesome! Let me just find my sneakers and we can head out."

He quickly jogs to the locker room in the back of the office to look while Bakugou dramatically rolls his eyes. "We're gonna be here for a while," he sighs. "Hey, nerd, wait up! You're gonna get lost in there like last time!"

That leaves you with Todoroki. He lingers in the doorway to your office as if it is his, not coming in but still being an intense presence. "Thanks for the invite, Shoto. I really appreciate it."

The red and white-haired pro shakes his head at you. "Don't mention it," he says in that husky, smooth-like-butter voice. "You can thank us by having some real fun with us tonight."

Maybe it's your imagination, but you think you see him wink before he walks off to join his boyfriends in the locker room. You are left there feeling hot and bothered, wondering what in the hell you just got yourself into.

****SCENE CUT [AT THE BAR]****

The bar the trio chose for tonight's festivities is in full swing when you arrive.

It isn't a luxurious, upscale bar that you thought the pros would be visiting. Instead, there is a live band playing, hardwood floors, pool tables, and many young people looking for photos with their favorite superhero trio.

After calming a gaggle of college girls who excitedly ask for photos and autographs, the trio finally take a seat in the polished wooden bench under the soft glow of a lampshade hanging above you. Bakugou and Todoroki sit across from you while Deku, who orders the drinks at the bar, slips into the bench with you.

"Alright, a round for my favorite heroes!" your waiter chirps, coming back over with a tray of tequila shots. He lowers it in the middle of the table before turning to you. He is a lanky young man with long, black hair and his cheeks flushed red. "And uh...H/N, could you sign my napkin, please? For my kid."

He gives you a sheepish grin as he holds a napkin and a pen to his chest. Bakugou snorts while Deku shoots him a glare. "Oh, sure thing!" you giggle. "Anything for the kiddies!" You take the napkin and pen no problem. "Who am I making this out too?"

The waiter awkwardly fiddles with a curl behind his ear. "Uh...for Dave...a-and could you say that you love having him as your biggest fan please?"

You can hear Bakugou snickering as you scribble down the message and your signature before passing it back to Dave The Waiter. "Here ya go," you say, keeping a smile on your face. "Thanks for the drinks."

Dave excitedly thanks you before floating off on Cloud 9, leaving you to your...dates? Can you count these three as dates when you're just friends?

Bakugou shoots you a knowing smirk, his crimson eyes filled with laughter. "That sorry sucker is gonna jack off to that later," he snickers. You roll your eyes at him. "Come on," you groan. "That's normal for a pro."

"We have our own stories of creepy fans," Todoroki chuckles, taking a shot from the tray but not downing it yet. "Like that one time we were in London and a girl climbed through our hotel from the balcony."

"What?!" you gasp. The white and red-haired pro nods, his eyes filled with mirth. "Bakugou caught her and woke the whole building up," he chuckles. "Poor girl was traumatized, but was determined to sleep in bed with us." You shiver at the thought, thanking the Lord that your stories aren't that weird.

Deku does a little giggle that makes your stomach twirl as he tosses one of his scarred, toned arms over the bench behind your head. You suddenly feel hot in your dress as if the bar's temperature just rose. "You'd be surprised how many people love the idea that we're all a thing and have been shipping us for a long time."

"Or shipping themselves with us," Bakugou scoffs. "Fuckin' weirdos." You keep your lip buttoned at that one. You don't need them to know that you're one of those "weirdos".

"Hey, wait a minute!" Deku exclaims, making you jump. "We need a birthday toast, don't we? Something to bring in a new age for you!" His green eyes sparkle with joy and excitement...the same you should have for your special day.

His words and genuine tone make your face grow hot with a bashful blush, especially when he raises a shot glass in your honor. "To a wonderful birthday and being one year older," he says. Todoroki follows suit and, begrudgingly, Bakugou does the same, trying to hide his smile.

You giggle, raising a shot too. "And none the wiser," you add. "Cheers!" You clink your shots and down them at the same time, causing your throat to burn and eyes to sting.

While you hurry to suck on another lime, Todoroki's eyes grow wide while Deku's face flushes red. "Oh, damn," he whistles. "Now that's tequila."

Bakugou cackles at his boyfriend's reaction, cool as a cucumber with his liquor. "Just don't go overboard like ya did last time, nerd. We had to drag you outta here."

"Hey!" Deku whines. "Don't embarrass me, Kaachan! We have a guest." He nods at you, still blushing bright red. It's adorable. "Deku, I don't care," you giggle. "And I'm really not a guest. If anything, I should be embarrassed for intruding on-"

"Would you stop with that?" Bakugou gruffly asks, scowling at you. "You're not intruding or botherin' us, so cut that nice BS and just take another shot." Despite his gruff n’ rough deliverance, you can't help but feel freed from your shyness and shame at his surprisingly kind words.

Todoroki doubles on it, shooting you a sweet-hearted smile. "Seriously, Y/N, we're glad you're here. We've always appreciated your friendship."

Friendship. Right. Nothing more, nothing less. You push that blooming disappointment aside by indulging in more shots with the crew, going to a third. The tequila begins to take effect, making your entire being feel flushed and hot...or maybe that's just the presence of the trio working on you.

That hot, bothersome feeling continues to grow as you suck on a lime slice and suddenly feel eyes on you...red-hot eyes attached to the brooding blonde sitting across from you. "What?" you ask. He smirks, picking up his fourth shot of the night. "Suckin' on limes is a rookie move," he chuckles. "Guess you don't got the tolerance for it."

The booze must be working its magic because you suddenly feel reckless. Confident. "On an empty stomach, no," you admit, "but I ate before this, so I can drink you under the table."

Bakugou notices the challenge in your tone and quirks his pierced brow at you. "Oh?" he asks. "Is that a challenge, little hero?" You try not to let the nickname affect you so deeply, even as Deku and Todoroki watch the showdown with interest.

"Maybe," you purr. You curl your fist underneath your chin, regarding Bakugou through your lashes. "What do I get as my reward if I win?"

If your deliverance is as seductive as you think, the blonde acts like he doesn't notice. Instead, he picks up a shot and passes it to you, smirking. "Guess you'd have to drink to find out."

And so you do, the lime not included. After some time, you start to feel the effects of the tequila engulf you. After having six shots and an order of wings that Todoroki graciously brings the table, you are good and drunk.

The edges of your vision are slightly fuzzy and the music playing has you moving your shoulders in addition to your dress slipping down your chest just a little too far without your knowledge, exposing more of your breasts that you'd like. Everything feels good. Everything feels easy.

And everything is arousing. Bakugou's teasing smirks every time you share a shot are like aphrodisiacs to you. Todoroki's soft voice and placating words seduce you. Deku's drunken laughter and "in your face" attitude makes you want to jump his bones right here in front of everyone.

"Heeeey, Y/N, when did you get here?" the green-haired pro slurs, turning to face you. He is practically falling out of his clothes and his cheeks are permanently red. "Wow, that pink is so pretty!"

His hazy, green eyes trail over your pink work dress tight on your body. "I've been here this whole time, Izuku," you giggle, reaching out to fix his collar. "And thanks." You would think the pro has never seen a girl smile at him or touch him before with the way he hides his face in his arms.

"Jesus, ya nerd, look at you," Bakugou sighs though his own cheeks are flushed pink. "What am I gonna do with you?" He reaches across the table to ruffle Deku's head. "Sorry, Kaachan," Deku giggles, picking his head up. "I-I think I had too much."

He stares almost dolefully at his boyfriend while the corners of Bakugou's lips curl into an adoring, crooked smile. "Oh, we know," he huffs. Todoroki laughs, pushing a cold glass of water towards Deku and coaxing him to sip.

You watch on in envy of their relationship and of the fact that you aren't in it. How you so long for romantic, caring partners like that. "You guys are so cute," you blurt. The trio blankly stares at you and you quickly try to rebuff. "I-I mean your relationship is cute. You guys are cute together....I think I had too much too."

You place a hand on your temple that has begun to pound from the energy it took to save yourself from embarrassment. "S'cool," Todoroki chuckles. "You wouldn't be the first to say that." He takes a sip of the ginger beer he ordered, being the only one to not look plastered.

"You guys have been together since high school, right?" you curiously ask. "How'd you make that work?" Bakugou and Todoroki share a look while Deku is busy trying to sneakily drag Bakugou's Sake over to him.

"I guess we all just fit with each other," Todoroki replies. "We were friends for so long until gradually, we all fell for each other. We all leaned on one another on hard times." He pauses, searching for more words. "Everybody needs somebody," he says before sipping his beer.

Those words stick with you like gum on a shoe, molding itself to your brain. "And we need you too, Y/N!" Deku exclaims, his green eyes sparkling at you. "You're such an amazing hero and we love havin' you here with us!" He pauses, clapping a hand over his mouth. "Oops...did I say something stupid?"

God, he's so fucking cute! What you wouldn't give for him and his boyfriends to be yours! "Thank you, Izuku," you laugh. "I love being here with you guys too. You guys make me feel so...so..." Safe? Loved?

"So what?" Todorki encourages when you pause. You flush shyly, your eyes staring at your manicured nails instead of his monochrome eyes. "Just appreciated, I guess. It means a lot that you invited me here on my birthday just to make me feel better. You're very considerate and sweet."

You gnaw at your bottom lip, still refusing to look any of them in the eye. "I'd be lucky to have boyfriends like you three," you softly say, and the entire vibe in the room shifts as soon as the words are out, suspended in the air like rings of smoke.

Before anyone can even breathe, you hear the familiar beginning chords of a Beyoncè' song playing from the live band on stage. Bakugou and Todoroki notice the sparkle of joy in your eyes at the sound of your favorite song. "This your song?" Bakugou snorts.

"Hey, me too!" Deku exclaims, grinning at you. You stand, wanting the chance to move your body. "We should all go dance then! C'mon, I can't be the only one on the floor!" You place your hands on your hips, staring the pros down, pulling a glare that you hope is menacing enough. "And I'm the birthday girl, so what I say goes."

Bakugou takes another sip of his beer and stands up, causing your stomach to flip from the sheer height of him compared to you. He looms over you, staring you down with that Bakugou-esqe scowl. "Says who?" he demands.

You stare back, the booze and your hip-hugging dress giving you the reckless confidence to go toe to toe with him. "Says me." And with another shot of tequila that you snatch off the table and toss back, you twirl on your heel and head to the dance floor.

As you walk away, you hear Todoroki softly laugh. "You always liked 'em bold, Katsuki," you hear him chuckle. "She's got you blushing like a-"

You don't hear the rest as the sound of the instruments and the drunk dancers surrounding you. Deku is suddenly right beside you, a smile on his face as he watches you move to the upbeat pop song, moving your hips. "Dance with me, Izu!" you shout, taking his hand in yours.

You and the green-haired pro begin to move with one another, him twirling you around and around as you giddily laugh, becoming dizzy from spinning. When you stop, all you see is Deku's pretty, flushed face and eyes like lush forests. "You can really move, Y/N!" he shouts over the music. "You're really good at this!"

Bakugou tsks, suddenly spewing behind you, snatches you away from the green-haired pro. "Such a simp," he cackles. "Besides, ya can't keep up with this one." You gasp as you feel his hand in yours tugging you to his body. He turns you to face him, all of his handsomeness suddenly within eye view.

Your confidence suddenly wains, the false pump from the booze leaving you. You feel a hand at the small of your back, secure yet possessive, his fingertips slightly chill. "But I can," Todoroki challenges, smirking over your shoulder at Bakugou. "I've been told I know how to move my hips."

From behind him, Deku presses into his boyfriend's back, his hips moving with Todoroki's. You have no choice but to do along with it, pressed between Todoroki and Bakugou's big, hard bodies like two steel walls.

Surprisingly, Bakugou looks worried, a crease forming between his brows. "This okay with you?" he gruffly whispers. Wordlessly, you nod, unable to speak. Your body feels stiff and robotic, each movement clunky, especially when Bakugou's hands slide down to your hips, his thick fingers pressing into the thin fabric of your dress.

You find yourself pressing your hands against his broad chest while Todoroki sways with you, your head lulling back against his shoulder. His cologne mingles with the scent of cigarettes in the air, making you dizzy. It feels as if you are in some kind of intoxicating dream. You feel drunk in a way the tequila could never do to you.

Suddenly, you feel the tickle of his stubble against your cheek and the soft hum he makes sends shivers all over you. "You smell really good," he murmurs. "Like flowers."

You swallow the lump in your throat, turning slightly to look at him. "T-Thank you," you stammer. "It's my favorite." His eyes become softer. More intense. They swallow you whole. "It's becoming mine too," he whispers.

The air shifts the way it did at the table, becoming tense with a sexual energy that is too bothersome to ignore. It's strange; one minute, Todoroki's hand is cupping your cheek and then the next, his lips are on yours, soft and careful yet attentive. He kisses just as you thought he would.

When he pulls away, you are dazed, confused, and floating. "No fair," Bakugou growls. "You did that before I could, but I can do it better." He turns your face to meet his and then his lips are on yours too. His kiss is rougher and more intense but it is still slow, the cool metal of his lip ring pressing into your plump bottom lip.

The world vanishes and all that is left is you. Him. Them. Nothing else matters. When he pulls away, you are craving more. "How was that?" he whispers, his eyes hooded. You say nothing, unable to. He chuckles softly at your wordless response to his kiss. "Poor thing can't even speak."

Deku appears beside Todoroki, taking your hand in his. His eyes are soft and glassy. "I-I wanna kiss you too, Y/N," he murmurs. "I always have. C-Can I..."

He is leaning in before you can reply and his soft lips are against yours too. He is gentler and takes his time, but still lets you know of his want for you by placing a hand on your cheek, cupping your chin so he can turn your face to mold with his mouth.

You can't believe this is happening. You have to be dreaming. Your body feels like it's about to give out from all of this stimulation...and it does. Your weak knees buckle before you can help yourself and you nearly trip into Deku. "Whoa, careful!" he shouts, gripping you to him. "You alright?"

Embarrassingly, you look up at the alarmed pro. "Yeah," you giggle. "Just weak in the knees." Deku's green eyes tick to Todoroki and then to Bakugou, each of them telepathically speaking to one another. The song then ends and the audience claps, cheering.

Your heart stutters and your gut clenches. This means the moment is over. The night is over. "We should get outta here," Bakugou says, looking towards the exit. It is over. You wither, feeling cold all over. How could you think this could go anywhere outside of the bar?

But Bakugou pulls you out of your sulking, literally pulling you towards the exit with him and his boyfriends. "You comin' with us, birthday girl?" he huskily asks. You blink at him, gobsmacked. If he would've asked you to come to the moon with them, you would've said yes.

"Yeah, we can go back and talk more," Todoroki offers, placing a hand on the small of your back. "You'll need the rest." If this truly is a dream then let you stay asleep! You would give up reality for some time alone with these three studs any day.

So you nod and you are suddenly swept up out of the bar with the pros where an Uber is already waiting for you. Todoroki sits in the passenger seat while Deku and Bakugou sit in the backseat with you. You think you imagine it, but you're sure that Bakugou tugs at your dress when you crawl into the car, your ass bent over for his viewing pleasure.

The drive home is silent yet tense. It swims in the backseat with you and your two crushes, your body sandwiched between them. You do your best to keep calm, keeping your thighs clamped shut despite Bakugou's hand gripping your thigh and Deku's fingers toying with your fingers.

By the time you get to their shared condo, you feel like you're about to explode. Though the interior of their place is beautiful, you are in no mood for a tour when you walk through the door with the trio in tow. Bakugou is the last one in and shuts the door behind him with a satisfying thud. "Well, this is us," Deku announces.

You are now cornered by the three pros like a little bunny being surrounded by starved wolves. Despite this gnawing thought, you nod in acknowledgement at Deku's words, pretending to admire the hardwood floorboards and hanging art.

The sexual tension lingers, thick enough to be cut with a chainsaw. No one speaks. No one makes the first move. The trio stare you down as you stand by the couch, your work tote still in your hand. "So...you still wanna talk?" Todoroki carefully asks.

Talking isn't even on the table for what you're thinking about. So you lower your bag on the couch and kick off your heels, staring dead at the trio as you do. Then you give them a resounding "no" that answers all of their unasked questions.

Immediately, Katsuki closes the gap between you in two strides and sweeps you off of your feet...literally. You squeak, wrapping your arms around his neck as he holds you bridal style. "W-Wait, Katsuki," you protest. "You don't have to-"

"Shut up," he demands though not maliciously. "You're already stumblin' around. I don't need you crashin' into some furniture." He ventures up the steps with his boyfriends, letting you indulge in his muscles and how strong he is carrying you so effortlessly.

When he gets to the bedroom, you notice how large the bed is in addition to the rumbled silk sheets. "A-Ah, I'm so sorry!" Deku embarrassingly exclaims. "We didn't have time to clean today, s-so-"

"She don't give a fuck about that," Bakugou snaps. "Let's just get her on the bed before I bust out of these fuckin' pants."

He lowers you down on the edge of the bed while he, Todoroki, and Deku climb up after shedding their shoes, sitting in the middle. They wait for you, lustful eyes trained only on you.

Finally, you feel like a piece of the puzzle. Todoroki reaches for you, gently pulling you close to him. "Let me help you," he purrs into your ear and moves your hair to expose the zipper to your dress. Zzzzzip. He slowly drags it down, revealing the hooks and straps to your lace bra.

"This still what you want?" he murmurs in your ear. "You can say no at any time, okay?" He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, making you shiver. You have never been more sure of anything in your life. "Yes," you exhale. "I want this."

The rest of the zipper goes down and you shrug your dress off, letting it slip down your legs to your painted toes. You are then left in only your bra and lace panties. Helping Todoroki, you unhook the bra from the back yourself and let the cups fall, revealing your hanging fruit to them.

"Oh, fuck," Deku groans while Bakugou hisses out "Shit!" at the sight of your body. Todoroki is dumbfounded, his eyes grazing over your juicy tits and the way your thighs curve up to meet your ass in your panties. "Oh, baby," he groans, moving towards you. "You're absolutely perfect."

He coaxes you to lay down on your back, the silk sheets cool against your skin. He hovers over you and latches his lips around one of your hard nipples to your right breast, sucking on the peak. "Oh," you sigh, running your hands through his soft hair. "Shit, Shoto."

Bakugou appears next to his boyfriend, bending down to stimulate your left breast with his hand. You moan at the contact, pleasurable tingles shooting throughout your body. "Stop hoggin'," he growls. "I'm still here too, Icy-Hot." Todoroki barely spares him a glance, too busy swirling his fat tongue around your left nipple.

The blonde smirks down at you, gently tweaking your other nipple. "You got a thing for piercings, baby girl?" he raspily asks. He sticks his tongue out, giving you a peek of the silver ball pierced in the muscle. You nod, unable to speak. "Good, 'cause I've got a thing for these pretty things here."

Soon, both pros are sucking and playing with your sensitive nipples with their long, fat tongues, their fingers stroking down your sides and pausing to fondle your breasts, wantonly moaning as they do. You lay there, mouth agape and eyes squeezed tight from the stimulation, your brain swimming. "Oh, fuck!" you longingly moan. "God, yes!"

You grip Bakugou and Todoroki's hair, pushing them farther into your chest. Each stroke of their wet tongues and soft lips send you on a trip. Deku watches from his spot on the bed, a tent growing in his pants. "You sound so good, babe," he softly groans. "I wanna hear more."

He slinks to the edge of the bed where your feet hang and gently bends your knees, sliding between them. "Can I eat you out please?" he asks. "I can tell you're wet. I can see it." His forest-green eyes are lust blown as they stare at your panties, noticing the wet spot forming in them.

You wordlessly nod, allowing him to peel your panties off of your ankles...but not before taking a sniff of them. You see his cock throb in his pants, excited by your sent. He pries your thighs open a bit more and exposes your sobbing, wet, soft little pussy to himself and his boyfriends.

Todoroki moans at the sight of you. Bakugou gazes at your pussy, biting his lip in anticipation at your glistening slit. “Mmm, damn, birthday girl,” he hums. “All this for me?”

“For us, Kaachan,” Deku corrects him, glaring up at him. “But right now, it’s for me. You deal with her up there while I take care of her down here.” The blonde cocks his head at his boyfriend's bite. “Oh, so you got mouth, huh? Remember that later, nerd.”

“Are you two gonna bicker or help me take care of this cutie here?" Todoroki asks, still molding your breast in his hand. "If not, I’ll be happy to take the job.” His lips stretch into a teasing smile at the prospect of having you all to himself.

Moments later, Todoroki and Bakugou are still teasing your nipples while Deku is in between your thighs going absolutely crazy. He is just as good at eating pussy as he is fighting villains, his calloused hands gripping underneath your ass as his tongue laps at your juices.

He is extremely vocal too, moaning against your clit the more he drinks and slurps you up, causing lewd, sloshing sounds of his wet tongue caressing your folds to float through the air. “Oh, fuck!” you gasp. “Shit, Deku, yes!”

Your body writhes on the bed, your pussy growing wetter the more the pros stimulate your erogenous zones, causing you to gush and cream onto Deku's waiting tongue. “Doll,” he drunkenly moans. “You taste so fucking good…you’re gushing for me!” He pulls his face up from your thighs, his eyes lust drunk and intense. “Give your hero more," he pants.

He goes back to making out with your cunt while your nipples are tweaked, sucked, and bitten...a little too hard for your liking. “Ah!” you gasp. “N-Not so rough, Katsuki.” The blonde gives you an apologetic kiss on the side of your kitty. “Aww, sorry, baby. Guess I just got a little jealous.”

His red eyes cut down to his boyfriend messily and sloppily eating you out like it's his damn job. “Mmm, I think I want a taste too,” Todoroki sighs, pulling away from your chest to take a seat beside his boyfriend. “Scoot over, Midoriya.”

Despite his irritation, Deku grumbles and moves aside, allowing Todoroki to eat your pussy now. He is just as much of an eater as his boyfriend is! His fat tongue swirls around your clit before dipping between your folds to caress your slit. “Oh, my God!” you shout, gripping the sheets for dear life.

Bakugou's face appears in your line of vision, hovering over you with a smirk on his lips. “Ya keep yellin’ like that and we’ll have trouble, baby. Someone’s gonna have to quiet you down.” His bulge is dangerously close to your lips; you can practically taste it.

He notices your staring eyes and smirks, toying with the zipper of his fly. “Ya want it, birthday girl?” he asks. You nod, whimpering in pleasure as Todoroki and Deku's tongues caress your clit.

Zzzzzip. Bakugou's fly comes down and he reaches into his pants to take out his cock. His beautiful, throbbing, tanned, veiny cock. “Then open your mouth.” You do so, your pussy throbbing as his bulbous, pink tip slides into your mouth.

Bakugou moans as your hot, wet tongue and soft lips wrap around him, encasing him in heat. "Good girl," he groans. "Fuck...such a good girl fa' me." He gazes down at you as his cock slides in and out of your mouth, your plush, glossy lips stretching around him.

"That's so fucking hot!" Deku moans into your pussy. He and Todoroki continue to share your pussy, but their eyes are focused on you sucking dick. "Hey!" Bakugou barks. "Focus on that fuckin' pussy and less on me...unless one of you two wanna help her out."

Todoroki smirks at him, giving him a flirty wink. “Don't tempt us with a good time~"

Your pussy jumps at the thought of seeing that for yourself, but that image evaporates when you feel Todoroki's breath tickle your ass. "You're so cute down here too, lovely. You wouldn't mind if I...?"

His tongue slides between your asscheeks and he gently begins suckling at your asshole while Deku laps at your cunt. Your toes curl from the stimulation, your moans loud and slutty around Bakugou's cock. "He's good with his tongue, ain't he?" he chuckles, gently petting your hair. "You ain't seen nothin' yet once I get to that pussy."

You can just imagine Bakugou's tongue piercing tickling your hot clit as he laps at your pussy too. Three fat tongues bathing your gushing pussy. You feel that familiar tug in your core and begin to moan louder, your lashes fluttering from the immense sparks of pleasure you're feeling.

"Your legs are shaking, lovely," Todoroki coos from your asshole. "Are you gonna cum for us?" You wordlessly nod, drool sliding from your bottom lip down Bakugou's balls. "Do it, doll," Deku begs. "Fucking cum for us. I want it all over my face!"

Your pussy throbs hearing the kind-hearted, sweet hero cuss, the urge to cum rising. "Do it," Bakugou demands, still slowly fucking your mouth. "Cum for us with my dick in your mouth, mama. Give it to us."

You have no choice but to do so. At the tongue lashing you're getting in both holes, you release into Deku's mouth with a loud, muffled moan and a series of whimpers while Todoroki sucks on your throbbing little asshole. Your orgasm is intense, making you see stars and your back arch off of the bed.

Todoroki lewdly moans as he pulls away from your asshole, greedily watching Deku slurp up all of your cum. "C'mere, little Deku," he coos. The two begin to sloppily kiss, sharing your taste and your cum on their lips and tongue. You watch it all from between the V of your thighs, stimulated by the sight.

"Shit, that's hot!" Bakugou growls. "How are you this fuckin' hot, huh?" But his eyes are watching you, his cock pulsing from the sight of your naked body writhing in pleasure for you.

“Oh, I thought you meant us," Todoroki chuckles as he pulls away from a dazed and lustful Deku. "But agreed. You've gotten me so hard for you, baby." He moans as Deku rubs him through his pants, his palm caressing his bulge.

"Me too," Deku groans, referring to the tent you can see in his pants too. "Wouldn't be right to leave us out of this, would it?" He gives you a look that is dark, wicked, and lustful; gone is the sweet, shy Deku you have known for so long.

He and Todoroki climb onto the bed with Bakugou who begrudgingly pulls his cock out of your wet, drooling mouth. "Just don't hog her," he grumbles. "I was here first, so don't go fuckin' her throat for too long."

He hooks a finger under your chin, lifting it to meet his gaze and the eyes of his boyfriends. "Think you can take three big cocks now, babe?" he hums.

Something takes over you: something slutty and reckless. A slut slips into your skin, ready to be fucked and used all night. "Y-Yeah," you softly giggle. "I want you all...naked." The pros softly laugh at your request, already reaching for their shirts. "That can be arranged, little baby," Bakugou replies.

You sit up on your elbows and watch in excitement as the three strip for you. Shirts come off. Pants are tossed aside. Boxers are discarded. That leaves them naked for you, muscles exposed and each cock hard, big, and throbbing. "See somethin' ya like, babes?" Bakugou asks, smirking at your lustful expression.

"Don't be so shy now. You weren't while you were rubbin' that ass on my dick at the bar." Were you really? You can't remember. The tequila and lust have stolen your memory.

Deku sits on his knees for you, taking your hand and pressing it against his toned stomach. "Go ahead, doll: touch us. Run those pretty hands all over us just like that."

You don't need any further encouragement. You begin to indulge in the pros' bodies, silently objectifying them as your hands work over their arms. Their abs. Their broad chests. Their firm asses. Your hands then fall to their cocks, alternating between each one, stroking up and down.

"Fuck," Bakugou groans, biting his lip at the sight of your pretty, soft hand wrapped around his dick. "You got a way with your hands, baby." You sluttily giggle, your manicured nails moving lower to fondle his balls. "I can show you more," you purr.

"Mind showin' us too, lovely?" Todoroki huskily asks. "You wouldn't wanna leave us out, would you?" He taps his cock against your lips which you pry open, offering your tongue to him for his tip to slap against.

The three pros pounce on you like hungered dogs, scrambling at the chance to fuck your mouth. It takes a minute to get used to; having three big dicks in your mouth back to back isn't for the faint of heart. But when it becomes easier to handle, you become freer. Sluttier.

Your hands become slick with pre-cum and drool slides from your mouth down your chin as you suck and suck and suck the pros' cocks, alternating between taking each one in your mouth while you stroke the other two.

The luscious moans coming from your crushes' mouths encourage and arouse you all the more. While all of them are vocal, which you highly appreciate as you work your jaw like there's no tomorrow, they all are different with the way they react to your dick-sucking abilities.

Bakugou is a damn menace. He grips your hair to pull you onto his cock, drawing his hips forward to fuck your face and destroy your makeup. “Yeah? You like it?” he teasingly asks. You wordlessly nod, your reply muffled by his dick.

With a groan, he slides out of your mouth, causing you to gasp in air and spit to stretch from your mouth to his balls. “Open up for me.” You pry open your mouth for him, saying "Aaaah" as you do.

Spit!

Bakugou leans down to spit his own saliva into your mouth, waving his cock around for you. “Put it back on my cock,” he demands. You do as told, leaning down to spit his saliva onto his dick before you taking it back in your throat. “Little slut lettin’ me spit in your mouth. Bet you wanted this for a while.”

You can't even express to him how much. However, you attempt to do so by sucking him dry, hollowing your cheeks and making his toes curl.

Deku is LOUD. Louder than Bakugou if you can believe it. He holds your head between his hands as he rigorously and eagerly fucks your throat, plunging himself deeper and deeper between the velvety, soaked walls of your throat. "Ha, ha, fuck, doll!" he whines. "That feels so good! Your mouth is fucking...oh, fuck!"

"Damn, nerd, chill out," Bakugou chuckles, watching his boyfriend fuck your mouth dumb. "You'll fuck her mouth off the hinges." Deku's face is flushed red, his muscles bulging and clenching from the immense pleasure. "C-C-Can't help it!" he groans. "It's too...Shoto, don't!"

Todoroki chuckles, his fingers toying with Deku's balls soaked in your spit. "Why not?" he teases. "You love gettin' your balls fondled, don't you, baby?"

Deku only whines in reply, pathetically so. Bakugou grips the back of his neck and grips his boyfriend toward him. "Shut up all that whinin'," he softly growls before he slams his lips against Deku, the two of them sharing moans as Deku continues to fuck your mouth.

Todoroki is a little more reserved, but still has no problem expressing his pleasure to you. He is slower with his strokes, taking his sweet time to watch your lips stretch around him. But he is still nasty as ever, whispering dirty nothings to you: "That's a good girl," he hums. "Stroke that shit. Take that fuckin' cock."

You feel his hand toy with your ass, his fingers sliding down to touch your pussy. "A little higher, lovely. I want to touch you." You arch your back a little more, hiking your ass up to allow him to stroke your pussy still wet from your orgasm and becoming wetter at the sight of Bakugou and Deku kissing.

They notice immediately. "Oh, look at this!" Bakugou tuts as Todoroki's fingers become sticky with you. "Naughty girl is touchin' herself! So you like seein' your pros kiss, huh?"

He takes his sexy self off of the bed and slips onto his knees behind you, your ass mooning up. "Let's see how you can handle me," he murmurs before his tongue is caressing your pussy now. The cool metal of his tongue piercing sends you into a frenzy.

"Mmmm-phhh!" you moan around Todoroki's cock, your body vibrating and trembling.

The usually stoic pro is absolutely feral, cheeks flushed and hips bumping into your mouth, wanting to feel more of your walls stroking him as the sloshing sounds of Bakugou's tongue fucking your pussy drifts to his eardrums. "You're so wet for us, lovely. Such a good girl, giving us so much."

SPANK!

Your ass jiggles from a hand smacking hard against it, making you tense from the sting. "Don't ignore me," Bakugou growls. "Fuck my tongue. Show me how you like this."

Lust overtakes you, causing you to begin tossing your ass back into Bakugou's face, much to his enjoyment. He fucks his fist as you fuck yourself on his pierced tongue, your wetness filling his tastebuds. "You like this tongue, darling?" Todoroki asks, grinning at your slutty actions.

"Mmm-hmm!" you eagerly reply, drool still pooling from your mouth. Bakugou groans from behind you, slipping his tongue out of your pussy and replacing it with his finger stroking your slit. "Yeah, you do," he gruffly replies. "A nice big birthday gift for you, right?"

"It doesn't stop here," Deku adds, fucking your hand sobbing wet with his creamy pre. "We still need to...u-unless you don't want to! We'd be happy with just your mouth too!" He blushes a hot red, swallowing roughly.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he means. "Do you want that, baby?" Todoroki questions. "Do you want to be fucked now?" He slips his cock out of your mouth to let you speak.

You blink at him, dazed and confused from the fog of pleasure and sex. "B-By all three of you?" you nervously stammer.

It now occurs to you that you've never done this before. Stepping through their door earlier, you were only thinking about being with the pros, never mind the inexperience. But now, as the prospect of being fucked by three big cocks comes into fruition, you start to sweat.

Bakugou suddenly appears in the bed again and grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Words." His tone is firm; not with the BS. You are pulled to answer him correctly and truthfully. "Yes, please," you beg. "Fuck me, Daddies. I can take all of you."

You know you can. You can't give up your fantasy just because of nerves. You know that these three studs would NEVER hurt you without your permission or consent. You trust them.

The three pros' eyes flash at you calling them "Daddies" and look between each other, silently questioning the other. "So who goes first?" Todoroki aloud wonders.

Bakugou cracks his knuckles. “Only one way to find out...and no cheating! Don't make me blow a whole in this bitch!"

"Not again, Kaacha, c'mon!" Deku protests, cracking his neck.

Your stomach plummets. Are they about to fight for your pussy?!

The three men ball their hands into fists and stretch them out before repeatedly raising them up and down. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" they shout in unison. On "shoot", they release their fingers. You resist the urge to laugh.

Bakugou has paper. Deku has paper. Todoroki has scissors. He smiles cockily as he snips at his boyfriends' fingers before he turns to you with an adoring gaze. "Looks like I'm first, lovely. I'll take you on your back, if you don't mind."

He yanks on your ankles, pulling you towards him and spread your thighs so he can sit between them. "I wanna see your face," he murmurs. You stare up at him, hypnotized by his brown and blue eyes, unable to look away as his tip rubs against your clit.

"That's my girl," he coos before he slides home inside of you, his cock clenched between the tight, wet walls of your pussy. You gasp, gripping his shoulders as your walls stretch around him inch by inch. Todoroki shudders at the feel of you, his face etched in pleasure. "Sh-Shit," he hisses.

He then begins to fuck you, rolling his hips against yours, drawing soft moans out of your mouth. Those moans grow louder when you feel Deku's hands cupping your bouncing titties, his green eyes filled with adoration and lust. “You look so pretty like this, doll,” he murmurs. “Such a pretty girl we got.”

"Yes, we do," Todoroki pants and presses himself closer against you to roll his hips. His cock slides in and out of you slow and deep, drawing whimpers and desperate moans out of you at the agonizingly slow pace.

You begin to wriggle around at the intense fucking, but Bakugou pins your ankles down, forcing you not to move. “Uh-uh, don’t run,” he growls. “You wanted it? You take it.”

Todoroki leans down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. “Don’t let him scare you,” he whispers. “You take me so well, darling. So hot the way you’re filled up with me.” His fingers press into your thighs, turning ice cold and dragging across your skin.

He kicks his quirk in, letting his icy fingertips cool you down as his cock heats you up, stroking that spot inside of you that makes you see God. You shout for Him, moaning in pleasure. “God, Shoto!” you moan, tossing your head back against the sheets.

It's too much! It's all too overwhelming. Todoroki's face screws as if he is in pain, his hips stuttering slightly. “Shit, baby,” he groans. “I can’t keep going slow like this. I want to…do you want me to-“

“Yes!” you gasp, grabbing his shoulders. “Please, Sho, go faster! Fuck me!”

His monochrome eyes flash with a fierce fire that makes your pussy clench. “Fuck you?” he parrots. “Then you’d better fuck me back. C’mon, lovely, fuck that cock for me."

You do as told, pushing your pussy down into his cock as he pushes forward, fucking the velvety, creamy walls of your cunt. Your mouths draw open, your moans and feverish pants filling the air. Deku watches on, pressing his cock against your titties. “So pretty,” he whines. “Look at me, dolly. Look at what you do to me.”

Bakugou grins at his boyfriend, still pinning your ankles down as he ruts his cock against the sheets for relief. “Guess you’re goin’ next, nerd.”

And "next" is coming up quick because your second orgasm rises to the surface, making your walls clench around Todoroki and stroke him for all he is worth. “Oh, fuck!” you gasp. “Sho, I’m gonna cum!”

You dig your nails into his skin, the pleasure intense and all-consuming. “Me too, babe,” he groans, holding your face in his hands. “Please cum with me. Cum on that cock, baby, do it.”

His deep, soothing, saccharine voice washes over you as your orgasm hits, making you moan out his name and your pussy gush all around his cock. With a few more thrusts, Todoroki groans loudly as he empties himself inside of you, spurt after spurt of cum filling you up.

You gasp, feeling your body tremble as your orgasm continues, taking you on a long ride on a wave of euphoria. Even as Todoroki pulls out, it continues, making you shake and shiver like a leaf in autumn. As you’re in the throes of your intense O, Deku quickly gets on top of you and slides his dick home inside of you, replacing Todoroki.

“Ah!” you moan, damn near screaming. You don't expect the sheer pleasure or the stretch as Deku sinks himself inside of you. He sheepishly looks at you despite being in such a dirty, un-innocent position. “Sorry, cutie. You just looked too good!"

His fingers dig into the meaty flesh of your thighs, hiking your legs up over his shoulders. His emerald eyes glare into yours, lustful and molten. “I’m gonna go a little crazy, okay?" he softly says. "Just gonna fuck this pretty pussy hard and fast. I promise I won’t be too rough and you can always stop me.”

If he says more dirty, nasty words in his soft, adorable voice, you'll let him do anything to you. So you nod and he immediately begins fucking you like a damn animal. Hard and fast just as he promised. He digs his fingers into your ass as he draws his dick in and out, in and out, pistoning his hips like a jackhammer.

You grab him for dear life, feeling like a rider on a bucking bull. "O-O-Oh, m-my Gooood!" you wail, gasping and sobbing as Deku's cock jackhammers into your pussy, his thick fingers rubbing your clit.

"Look at him go," Bakugou chuckles, impressed with how rough his man is fucking you. "How’s she feel, little Deku?” Todoroki teases, his semi-hard cock throbbing between his thighs.

Deku is in his own little world, his mind foggy with pleasure and his freckled face flushed red. F-Fucking amazing!” he moans, still taking you deep into Pound Town. “I-I…fuck me….I really wanted this for so long, Y/N! You have no idea!”

He grips you to his body, your sweat, smaller form stuck against his, leaving you helpless to his rutting and merciful fucking. Who knew the sweetheart of the group was the roughest one of the three?

You pant in his ear, your hands in his hair and your eyes fluttering as your pussy melts around his throbbing cock. In a flash, you feel the familiar clench of another orgasm again. So fast it makes your head spin. “Oh, fuck, w-wait, Izu!” you gasp. “Oh, God, I-I’m about to…to cum again! Ha, ha, I can’t—“

“You wanna cum?” he asks, his lips sucking your earlobe. “Do it on that dick then. I want you to.” He goes faster. Harder. Grabs your hips and slams you into his cock over and over again, your clit rubbing repeatedly against his pelvis. “Cum for me, pretty doll. Cum with me!”

"Oh, shit, she's squirting!" Bakugou cackles while Todoroki watches in shock. You don't even realize you're cumming until you feel your pussy spasm, the pleasure washing over you once more as spurts of your squirt explode around Deku's cock.

Quickly, Deku lays you down and pulls out of you, furiously stroking his slick cock above your chest. He then tosses his head back, letting loud, salacious moans escape his lips. “Oh, fuck!” he bellows, spurting rope after rope of cum all over your titties.

You watch on, exhausted from your intense squirting session. You didn't even know you could squirt! Deku triggered something inside of you obviously.

Todoroki and Bakugou appear on either side of you, staring down at the pearly beads of Deku's cum coating your tits. “Don’t mind if we do," Todoroki chuckles. They then begin slurping and licking up the cum from your tits, emitting weak moans from you.

And then it's Bakugou's turn. He gazes down at you, head cocked to the side as he regards you. “I know you ain’t tired, birthday girl.” You don't reply. You can't. Your body is totally drained and your pussy feels like it could use a vacation, sloppy and drenched from your cum and the load you took from Todoroki.

But Bakugou, the bastard, doesn't care. In a flash, he lifts you up and forces you onto all fours, your ass sticking in the air for him as your face hits the soft mattress. “I know it’s not my day," he hums, "but I want a fill of some cake too.”

“Look at this ass!” Deku groans, looking pained at the sight of your bottom in his boyfriend's face. “It’s not fair that you get her like this, Kaachan.”

The blonde glares at his boyfriend, his hand stroking your asscheek. “If you want a taste so bad then shut up, lie down, and let her sit on that face.”

Deku, ever the closet pervert, quickly does just that and slips underneath your body with some help from Bakugou to move your tired limbs. Deku's head slides underneath you, now facing your pussy.

Bakugou gives him a devilish smile as he watches, loving how eager his boyfriend is to please you and him. “I want you to suck on that pussy AND those balls while I fuck her, understand?” he orders. Deku has already begun kissing and toying with your pussy with his tongue. “Mmm-hmm!” he eagerly replies.

“And you.” Bakugou wraps a hand around your throat, not squeezing but letting you know that he can if he wants. “I want you to fuck me back. Bounce on that dick fa’ me, okay, birthday girl?”

Plap-plap-plap! His tip slaps against your ass, making your cunt throb feeling the weight of his dick there. Despite your exhaustion and need for a shower, the need for his dick runs even deeper. “Yes, sir,” you softly reply.

And then, finally, Bakugou slides in and all words-and thoughts-cease to exist the moment he begins to fuck you. As he bumps his hips against your ass, your pussy clenches around his cock while Deku sucks and slurps from down below, taking everything you give him.

“Oh, my God,” Bakugou moans, gripping the soft meat of your ass, digging his fingers in. “So good. That pussy’s so good, baby.” Your walls squelch around his dick, taking him deeper inside of you with every passing minute. “Shit, shit, shit!” you wail. “Fuck, ‘Suki, you’re so good!”

Bakugou grins down at you, loving how you look bouncing on his cock like a slutty little bunny. “Yeah? Better than these two extras, right?”

Deku whines in protest against your pussy, still slurping away, while Todoroki raises up on his hips in front of you, facing Bakugou “Awww, now don’t be so mean, Bakugou. You like my kisses too much~”

He wraps a hand around Bakugou's neck and forces him into a rough, deep kiss that makes Bakugou fuck you deeper and harder until the bed is moving beneath you. You are a moaning, gasping, wailing mess, your sounds bouncing off of the bedroom walls, signaling to the neighbors how good you're being fucked.

You know that the fourth time you feel that familiar, warm tug in your core that this orgasm will be your last. Your pussy spasms around Bakugou's shaft, stroking him the more he fucks you. It can't be helped since Deku's tongue is so good, lapping at your clit like a thirsty man. “K-Katsuki! I’m gonna cum again!” you warn.

“You ain’t the only one,” the platinum blonde grunts, gripping your ass for dear life. “This ass and this nerd under me is makin’ it real hard to hold back.” Deku licks faster, urging you both to cum for him.

Todoroki gives his boyfriend a wicked smile, pressing a kiss to his neck as he lays a hand on your ass, squeezing it. “Don’t keep our baby waiting now. Cum for her, ‘Suki. Show her just who Daddy Dynamight is.”

That lights a fire in Bakugou because suddenly, he is relentless, his hips snapping hard and fast against your ass, pushing you into the bed.

SPANK!

You shout at the bite of pain as he spanks your ass, making it recoil against his palm. “Beg for it,” he growls. “Beg for my cum. Just ‘cause it’s your birthday don’t mean you get to be a spoiled brat.”

SPANK!

He does it again, making your eyes sting with tears that stick to your messy lashes sticky with ruined mascara. “Please, ‘Suki, give me your cum! Please! I need it all!” You begin to babble in pleasure, begging for the pro balls deep inside of you to fill you up to the brim with his spunk.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Bakugou continues to smack your gorgeous ass, the pain mixing with the pleasure and creating a cocktail that pushes you off of that cliff. “I’m cumming!” you sob. The blonde urgently nods, needing you to cum for him. "That’s right, give it to me. Give it all to me.”

You release yourself with a loud sob that makes your throat scratchy as your pussy spasms and creams once more. “Take it, baby!” Bakugou demands. “Take my fuckin’ cum!”

Then, he too explodes inside of you, forcing Deku to swallow everything while Todoroki hums in encouragement, stroking your ass and noticing how yummy your wet, glistening asshole looks. Your eyelids flutter and your body tenses, the intensity of your orgasm and the rush of Bakugou's cum inside of you making you dizzy and disoriented.

Exhausted, you tiredly roll off of Deku after Bakugou pulls out of you, leaving your pussy gushing with two loads and wetter than the ocean. Deku stares up at the ceiling, his mouth glistening with your wetness. “Oh, wow,” he pants. “That was…” He pauses, searching for the right word.

“Very messy,” Todoroki chuckles, pressing a kiss to Deku's sweaty brow. “You’re practically ruined, Midoriya.”

Bakugou chuckles, his tanned, tatted body slick with sweat. “So is she.” He nods at you lying on the bed, poking gently at your side. “Still on Earth with us, baby?” he cackles.

You can only stare up at the ceiling for a while, letting yourself gather your bearings. You feel as if you just took a rocket ship to space and you're now coming back down to Earth again. "Best. Birthday. Ever," you pant out.

The three pros give each other a secretive look, their eyes talking to each other. "And it doesn't stop here," Bakugou chuckles.

You hear the seduction in his tone and weakly stare up at him, eyes wide. He can't be serious!

The blonde regards you with his head tilted, a smirk playing on his lips. “What? You thought you were done?" He tsks, shaking his head. "Oh, no, baby. It ain't even midnight yet."

Todoroki nods, lying beside you and gently toying with your side, his fingers brushing your skin. "He's right; we've still got hours to go before your birthday ends."

Bakugou lays down on your other side, facing your chest that he begins to feebly toy with.

Deku hovers over you, his eyes a dark green and his expression reading nothing but promises of more hours of hot sex until morning. "So why don't we celebrate by making our pretty girlfriend cum over and over again?" he whispers. "How does that sound?"

Girlfriend. Not friend. You're their girlfriend now.

You couldn't have asked for more.

THE END.

[imaginekhaos]

Petty

College AU | Shouto Todoroki x petty!Reader

₊⊹𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

You knew what heartbreak felt like before, but betrayal? That was something else entirely.

Your hair was a mess, makeup smudged, and your mouth dry like you’d swallowed sand. You trudged into the kitchen of your college dorm expecting nothing but coffee and quiet. Instead, Mina’s voice sliced through your skull.

“God, you missed it last night! Hagakure ended up in the closet with Kirishima after spin the bottle—”

You stopped mid-pouring your coffee.

“She totally sucked him off,” Mina added, oblivious, laughing like it was no big deal. “Did not see that one coming.”

You couldn’t even breathe. The world started to blur around the edges. The words barely processed. “What?” you blinked.

“Oh yeah, it was sometime after you headed to bed…” her giggling died after seeing your reaction. “The party was starting to die down a little so a group played spin the bottle. Kami dared hagakure. Closet. Seven minutes. She sucked his dick.”

Mina glanced at you for a moment before realizing. “Wait… weren’t you crushing on him?” Crushing wasn’t the word. You’d spent months soft-liking Kirishima. Sitting close in class, joining gym sessions, sharing earbuds at study nights. Your throat burned.

The question ‘She what?’ kept playing in your head. You left before your vision could blur anymore. The worst part? You told her. Told Hagakure you liked him. That you’d been working up the courage to say something. Flirting a little more. Getting closer. She smiled through it all. “Omg do it!” she’d said. “You’d be so cute!”

She waited till you were gone to get on her knees for him.

⸻

She found you later that day, fake-innocent voice and that same chipper tone that made your stomach turn now.

“Are you mad?” she asked, walking beside you her clothes floating next to you.

You smiled. “Mad? No. I’m good.” you lied.

She smiled with a relieved look. “Great! I was just suuuuuper drunk”

Your smile got so wide it was sharp enough to slit skin. “Not like I owned him.”

And just like that, the plan wrote itself. You remembered every time she stared too long at Shouto Todoroki. The way her invisible ass always somehow ended up next to him. The giggles. The failed attempts at small talk.

And lucky you… you knew how to strike where it hurt. She might’ve been bold, might’ve made the first move when you were too shy to—but you? You were calculated. Visible. Petty enough to weaponize lust like a blade, and wield it right where she bled.

⸻

You got him slowly.

A shared bench at lunch. A casual laugh during class. Sitting just a little too close. Pretending to struggle with the homework you’d already done.

He was quiet, reserved, polite—but the flush on his cheeks didn’t lie. And when you asked, “Want to hang out after this?” He said yes.

That night, you kissed him first. Pulled him down by the collar and moaned against his mouth like he’d been yours for years.

“You sure about this?” he whispered, voice breathless as you slid into his lap on his couch, straddling him. You smirked. “Positive”

⸻

The next night—your masterpiece began.

You were sitting in his dorm,laying in his bed in nothing but one of his half-zipped hoodies, cheeks warm from the tea he made, thighs still sore from the night before. He was out grabbing a charger from a friend upstairs.

And you had his phone. Quick fingers, perfect timing.

—

6:38 PM. - “Hey, Can I borrow your chem notes? Left mine in the library. Could you just drop them at my door? Thx”

—

Send.

Door unlocked. Just barely cracked open.

You sat back down. Smiling.

⸻

7:08 PM.

Shouto’s cock was buried deep inside you.

You were riding him. Slowly. Viciously. All deliberate bounce and filthy grind, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you circled your hips. Wet, noisy, disrespectful.

“Shit,” he groaned, eyes fluttering. “You’re so—tight, fuck—”

You leaned in, breath hot in his ear. “You like watching me fall apart on you?” He moaned. He couldn’t even answer.

You were moaning shamelessly, riding him like he was the only man left on earth. Slick noises echoed off the walls, obscene and wet, your thighs shaking with every grind of your hips.

He was so deep. So thick. Every drag made you see stars. You tilted your head back, pretending to cry out from the pleasure—when really, you were listening.

His hands gripped your hips, fingers bruising, and you smiled as your rhythm stayed steady— And then the door creaked.

You didn’t stop moving. You looked. Right over your shoulder where Hagakure stood, notes in hand, frozen like a ghost just watching. Her quirk must’ve shimmered out from the shock because you saw her. Fully. Your eyes met. And you grinned.

Big. Wicked. Satisfied.

Bouncing faster now, voice dripping in pleasure and poison. “Wanna leave the notes?” you panted.

She bolted.

Shouto groaned, completely unaware. “What—was that—?” You turned his chin back toward you, nails raking down his chest. “Nothing that matters, baby,” you whispered.

And you fucked him harder—moaning loud, messy, vindicated—until you came with a cry and collapsed against his chest, skin sticky and sweat-slicked, heart thudding with perfect, evil joy.

You didn’t just win.

You burned the whole game board down.

₊⊹𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

[imaginekhaos]

Streamer Katsuki who growls and sucks his teeth when he sees you exit his bathroom.

"Whydya make me carry this big ass bag if you were just gonna wear my shit anyway? Did ya pack any clothes for yerself?" Leaning back to stretch his arm behind his head, you fall for the misdirection as he palms himself.

"Of course I did, asshat." You giggle at first before you toss the playful insult at him. You're always wearing his clothes when you're here. His boxers, his shorts, his hoodie. Like you do now, grey hoodie, grey boxers, a hoodie you'll wear all weekend. Smelling like your body wash, shampoo, lotion, perfume, you. Making him insane as the scent builds upon itself. He'll even fuck you in that hoodie, toss away his boxers and push it up until you whimper a small stop.

He knows you've been hurt before, how it can fuck with you psyche, and he won't dare worsen that wound for his own selfish needs. Besides, he likes how you slowly get more and more comfortable with him, how you let the dark fabric roll up to your ribs now, how you moan loudly and occasionally when he stills after giving you nice slow ruts, you'll bounce back on it.

You'll have to leave by the time the weekend is over and Bakugou will pout, arms crossed as he watches you back out of his driveway before he returns inside to sulk.

Pulling the grey fabric over his nose and he's thankful he at least has the memory of your giggle, your banter, your loud laugh, your pretty moans, embedded into the fibers. At least until next time.

[imaginekhaos]

3rd years -> pro heroes 🍰🥦💥