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linahopeeeee · 1 year

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in one of your stays you ask for an idea to write because ya were bored so here I am with an idea that I was dying to read but I can't get it down on paper:

what do you think about waking up in bed with a bad hangover, and finding baku and deku Very much naked, realizing you're naked yourself remembering that the three of you fucked like rabbits in a lot of different positions last night after returning drunk from a party trown by the bakusquad?

(bonus if make bkdk fucking eachother too, not only the reader 😏😏)

"I cant think straight, my Head is fucking pounding and there is a unholy amount of cum driping down my ass, I need a fucking shower" -reader at some point

Notes: this ended up being longer than i thought it was going to be tbh, but anyways here you go! hopefully it doesn't suck.

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Your head is pounding, and why is it so damn bright? You sit up with a groan, your muscles screaming at you, eyes still closed to attempt to keep out the harsh sunlight.

The first thing you realize is the fact that you’re naked, but you don’t think much about that, sometimes you sleep naked at home, but then then the sound of someone snoring next to you has your eyes flying open.

Green is all you see. Why are you in bed with Izuku? You look to the other side of you and your eyes widen when you see a shirtless Katsuki. Hesitantly, you lift the blanket off of your body, eyes widening when you see all three of you are naked.

Memories of last night begin to come back.

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Katsuki and a couple other people threw a party last night, and there was alcohol, so, so much alcohol. you spent the night drinking, dancing and having a great time.

Speaking of dancing, your currently grinding against Katsuki, as the blonde grips your hips and dances with you, whispering words of filth in your ear.

Izuku stands off to the side as he watches you and Katsuki dance, alcohol has a way of forcing the dirtiest thoughts in that head of his, and seeing the way your ass is pressed against Kacchan’s dick has his own twitching in his pants.

It wasn’t until everyone else had gone home and it was just the three of you left that’s when the actual party started.

“l-lets play a g-game!” izuku hiccups excitedly from the floor, tugging your arm and forcing you to sit on his lap

“what kind of game?” you ask, subconsciously wiggling your hips to get into a more comfortable position, forcing Izuku to bite back a moan.

Izuku begins stroking his chin as if he’s deep in thought, in reality he’s been thinking about this for the past hour. He knew it had to be a game that was easy for him to cheat but also a game that everyone knew how to play. “how about uno, with a twist” he says grinning mischievously

“I love uno!” you exclaim “but what’s the twist?”

“every time you lose the game you have to take off an article of clothing.”

Your eyes widen for a second as thoughts of Katsuki and Izuku naked in front of you floods your brain. “only if Katsuki wants you play” you stutter, gaze flicking towards Katsuki who’s smirking at the two of you.

He says nothing as he stands and walks over to the cabinet where all his games are and grabs the uno from the shelf. You watch with cloudy eyes as he walks over to the two of you, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and nibbling on it softly.

“she cant be sitting on your lap if we’re going to play” with that you scramble off of Izuku’s lap and crawl your way to sit on the floor between them, giving Izuku the perfect view of your ass.

Katsuki and Izuku share a knowing glance as Katsuki beings to pass out the cards.

Twenty minutes later and each of you have lost multiple pieces of clothes, you’re down to just your bra and panties, Izuku only has his boxers left and Katsuki still has on his shirt and boxers.

“how about for this last round we up the stakes? both of the losers have to take off everything?” Katsuki suggests, looking at both of you for your answer, smirking when both of you agree.

Izuku ends up winning and you and Katsuki are forced to strip down to nothing. Your arms instinctively come up to cover you from their eyes, but Katsuki stops you before then can.

“you don’t have to hide from us y/n” he says as he gently takes your wrist in his hands and move them back down to your side. You try to keep your eyes on his face but cant help but lower your gaze.

Your eyes widen as you take in his length, tongue poking out to lick your lips. “fuck” you mumble quietly, but they both heard you.

A chuckle rips through Katsuki “like what you see baby?” he questions, head cocked to the side. He expects for you to be shy, maybe attempt to hide your face like you usually do whenever he says something suggestive to you.

But to his surprise you don’t. “yes” you say boldly, eyes finally leaving his dick in order to look him directly in his eyes. The look in his eyes is enough to tell you that he wants this just as much as you do, so you waste no time pushing at his shoulders, forcing him to lay down as you straddle him, your lips on his instantly

The feeling on your bare pussy on his dick has him groaning into your mouth, your arousal coating him almost immediately.

Izuku watches as the two of you make out, hand palming himself over his underwear, before he makes his way over to you.

He fakes a pout “ah no fair! I want kisses too” he says, but to his surprise it isn’t you that grabs the back of his head and smashes your lips together, its Katsuki.

You watch the two of them with parted lips, hands moving towards your tits where you gently pinch your hardened nipples, moaning as pleasure courses through you. Katsuki moves on of your hands and begin pinching and tugging at one of your nipples.

A squeal falls from your lips and Izuku picks you up and begins walking you in the direction of the bedroom, Katsuki close on his heels. Izuku gently tosses you on the bed and crawls between your legs.

He licks a strip from your slit up to your clit, moaning as your arousal coats his tongue, before sucking your puffy clit into his mouth.

“fuck zu!” you whine, eyeing Katsuki as he walks past the bed and over towards the nightstand, grabbing something you cant see before walking behind Izuku. He pulls Izuku’s boxers down and applies a generous amount of lube to his fingers, rubbing it around Izuku’s rim, causing him to moan against your clit, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

Katsuki spends the next few minutes working Izuku open and Izuku continues his assault on your pussy, at some point he added his fingers and has been thrusting them deep inside your walls, curling them every so often, smiling against you as you gasp when they graze that spot that has you seeing stars.

You feel that familiar tightening in your stomach. but it isn’t until Katsuki pushes the tip of his dick inside Izuku’s tight rim and he moans against you that you finally tip over the edge, orgasm ripping through your body with a loud whine.

That’s how the rest of the night is spent, with Katsuki and Izuku pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until your sobbing into the sheets, forcing their loads into you and each other until everyone’s too exhausted to keep going.

~~~~~~

Your hand begins to shake Izuku awake, brain remembering the every little detail of the eventful night you all shared last night.

“what! Whats wrong?” Izuku asks, quickly sitting up. He looks around the room for any signs of danger, a look of confusion takes over his features when he doesn’t see any danger.

“what wrong is I can’t think straight, my Head is fucking pounding and there is a unholy amount of cum dripping down my ass, I need a fucking shower" with that you climb around Izuku and walk towards the bathroom, both of them following.

“we’re just trying to save water” Katsuki says with a smirk, you have a feeling this is going to be a long shower.

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takaminevaeh · 9 months

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dom!boxer baku x sub!fem reader

cw// slight subdrop, aftercare

As promised… part two~

“Come on, baby… it’s been an hour… we gotta get you clean…”

I whimper, burying my face in his neck as I shake my head.

“I’m sorry… but I’m taking you to the bath.”

I struggle for a moment before relaxing in his arms again, allowing him to take me into the bathroom.

I noticed the bath was already drawn, the bathroom dimly lit.

The scent of vanilla wafted through the air as he walked me to the tub, settling us both in.

My back was pressed against his chest, watching as his hand grabbed a soft sponge, plunging it into the water to absorb the soapy suds.

He washes my body gently, kissing my face over and over as he whispers praises into my ears.

“You did so well for me, precious… so beautiful…” He continues cleaning me, grabbing an empty cup and filling it, covering my eyes as he pours the water on my head.

He shampoos my hair with gentle fingers, massaging my scalp delicately, yet firm.

He rinses the suds out and then massages the conditioner through the strands of my hair, grabbing a brush and brushing my hair section by section.

He rinses the conditioner out and presses me against him once more, sighing as he wraps his arms around my waist.

“I’m so proud of you, hun…”

I close my eyes as we sit there together, allowing the warm water and his embrace to lull me into a brief slumber.

Very brief.

I woke up on the velvet chair in the corner of our room, watching with tired eyes as he changed out the sheets for clean ones.

“M’sorry for making a mess…” A deep chuckle comes from his chest as he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about it…” He finishes and tosses the dirty sheets into the basket close to the door, standing up straight as he turns to me, his hands on his hips.

“Now… do you want your pajamas or one of my t-shirts?”

“… Shirt, please.” He nods and moves towards the dresser, taking out one of his shirts and moving towards me.

“C’mon, arms up.” I do as he says, allowing him to slip the shirt on.

He takes the opportunity to scoop me into his arms, moving me onto the bed.

“Do you need me to massage you anywhere..?” I shake my head.

“No… m’okay…” He nods and holds me close to him, kissing my temple as he runs his fingers over my arm.

“… Do you feel better now?” I ask him softly.

He sighs and throws his head back, moving his arm so the back of his hand is resting against his forehead.

“Yeah… I’m good. He just… he gets me so angry…”

“… I know.” He looks at me and sighs, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“… You know I love you, right?” I nod gently.

“Good. Because it’s true. I love you so much and… and I know I don’t say it as often as I should.” I laugh softly.

“I know you do… don’t worry. I love you too… so much…” He pulls me into a soft kiss, more intimate than anything as his hands travel to the back of my head, keeping me pressed against him.

He pulls away with a soft smile on his face, kissing my nose softly before pressing his forehead against mine.

“Time for you to go back to bed. Wanna take you shopping tomorrow.”

“… Can we go to the bookstore?”

He chuckles.

“Yeah… yeah we can, baby.”

Hope you enjoyed! I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!

If you want something specific, feel free to comment suggestions or you can wait for my poll that I will be posting later this week.

Happy reading!

#bnha bakugou #bakugo smut #aftercare #bakugou x reader #boxer au

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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can wr get baku begrudgingly doing something with you (tsundere style) like skincare?

Coming right up!

I adore the idea of bkg with the full facemask and cucumbers on his eyes with a robe

He is a self care bitch all the way and you introduced him to it 😩

He owes you everything

Masterlist<3

Bakugou x Reader- Self Care?

Its hard, being this fucking pretty. For real. Flawless skin and well manicured nails, plus nourished hair comes from hours of self care each week.

And Katsuki learns this the hard way when suddenly you're walking into his dorm room while he's studying, carrying an entire bag of products that you fully intend on using on him.

"Spa day!!"

Your voice is loud and chipper and full of love as you dump the bag to the side and embrace the stunned-silent blonde excitedly.

Lord, he's not ready for this.

"Fucking what?"

Eventually Katsuki.Exe reboots and kicks back up into action, scoffing at you as he slips his hands to your waist, giving you a pointed glare.

"Spa day!"

Katsuki's glare is ineffective, Katsuki returned to pokèball!

You remain unfazed by his harsh words and irritated mumbles, dragging him to his bed and seating him down, and a part of him makes the windows error sound as you walk into his room and scuttle around it like you fucking own the place.

But you do, really, because you own Katsuki's heart.

So his room and everything in it is yours <3

You throw a fluffy, white bathrobe at him and he catches it easily, begrudgingly admitting to himself that it is really soft agains the skin of his dry, rough palms, damaged and scarred from so many years of making explosion after explosion.

You're gonna be paying a lot of attention to those hands.

Anyway.

"Just lay back, because you have no say in this, babe. Take some time to relax. It'll be difficult getting to the number one spot if you sleep like shit and look like grease and unwashed teenager... slef care is important, Katsuki, if tou want to be the best."

"You fucking what?"

You're met with some pretty unsavoury language as a result of that but whatever, he knows you're right, and he really is grateful that you have his best interests at heart. You're constantly doing everything you can to aid him in his strive for the number one spot. If you were anyone else, he'd tell you to fuck off and die, but you're different. You're not trying to help him out of pity, or because you think you're better. You don't treat him like a child.

You just love him.

And he loves you too.

So he sighs, sucks it up, and puts on the damn bathrobe because he knows you have a point.

"You're not supposed to wear it with a full set of pyjamas on underneath..." you mutter, sweatdropping.

Nevermind.

"F-fucking-.. huh?! Just fuck off already! Im not undressing for you! What is this some kind of prank?! You filming me, you fuck?!"

After that fiasco is dealt with, katsuki is finally in the bathtobe after getting a stern whooping from you, wearing his boxers underneath and blushing as you climb on top of him, dressed the same.

Theres nothing sexual about this moment though, as you place a loving peck to his remarkably soft, bitten up lips and start to paint his face with a cleanser, taking all of the impurities from his skin and casting them away with one of your many microfibre towels, and he offhandedly wonders just how much money you've spent on this stuff.

After the cleanser comes the exfoliant, and after that comes the clay mask, and suddenly, he's blind. You've really just put fucking cucumbers on his eyes...

He doesn't complain though, because it feels good to have the very one he wants to build his entire future around massaging his face so delicately it could actually put him to sleep. He adores you, and the feeling only intensifies as his heart pounds in his chest at the feeling of your hands encasing his, exfoliating and moisturising the skin.

And if you give him a manicure while he's pretending to be asleep, he says nothing, even as you clip his cuticles and apply oil to the tips of his fingers and his nails so gently, painting them with clear nail strengthener. He feels like a pampered puppy, and he adores the feeling of your fingers running over his, now, soft and healthy looking skin.

You purr happily as he lets you preen him and clean him up, running your fingers through his scalp and his hair with a conditioner that you use frequently. It feels like you've won some kind of prize, because he would never let anyone as close as you are, and the little moans he releases are like music to your ears while you give him a scalp massage.

Once you're both rinsed clean and dry, you cant help but let him touch and caress your legs like he's just seen magic at work. Seriously, how the fuck are they so soft? Would his be like this if he shaved?? How does it feel when you have smooth legs as you lay in bed? He's heard you go on and on about how it's the "softest", "most heavenly" feeling in the world, but how true is that? Should he try???

Life's not worth living if you can't make Katsuki doubt everything he's ever known.

He's so adorable as he tries to wrap his head around the feeling of shaved legs, his brows furroed and his eyes trained intently on each pore, each freckle, each bruise...

And you say nothing when Katsuki drags you back to his room the same time next month to do the exact same thing again, relishing in his self care with you. You're not surprised either when he paints your nails for you expertly, the little pigtails you put in his hair spiking out like little blonde explosions behind a plain black headband.

#mha x reader #mha fluff #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou scenarios #bakugou headcanons #bnha fluff #bnha x reader

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lolita-lollipop · 2 years

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yandere kiribaku x gn!small reader

darling is the neighbourhood's poor/abandoned kid, from an awful household and had a fight with their neglectful parent in which ended up with darling getting kicked out of their house and was told to never come back.

Darling roams around the neighbourhood and somehow ended up sleeping on Baku's front porch. Baku saw them and observe them for a little bit but choose to ignore because he thought the darling was another beggar, but soon feels bad for darling when he saw reader was shivering in their sleep. He brings the small darling in and calls Kiri to buy some clothes for a little kid on his way back home from work, given that the darling was malnourished and had a small stature Baku thought the darling was no older than 10.

The darling woke up confused as fuck because how the hell did they end up in someone else's house? Probably uses a wide range and multicolor dictionary of curses but kiribaku greets them good morning and start feeding them breakfast, not letting darling use their own hand. Taking care of the darling delicately as if darling is some kind of scared and injured animal.

on the side note: can i be 📚 anon if it's yet to be taken?

YANDERE KIRIBAKU X READER

it was freezing out here, your parents had cast you out into the winter snow not that long ago, at least you thought it wasnt that long ago, over something as stupid as a broken mug, youd dropped it while trying to reach the high shelf. It was almost like your parents put things on the top shelves just to see you struggle, you had to physically climb onto the counter, it was expected that you would slip and break something. when it had happened, they didnt check to see if you hadnt just broken your kneck, they hadnt checked if you were alright, they immediately started screaming at you about how that was your mothers favorite mug, how youd shattered it. The truth was, youd never even seen her use it before.

and with a few whimpers from you at the glass lodged into your hand, a smack across the face from your father, and a malicious smile from your mother, you were thrown out onto the front steps, cowering away like an injured puppy. you just lay there on the cold concrete for a while, holding your breath and counting seconds to see if they would open the door to let you back in. they didn't. And soon you went scurrying off down the street after your father told you to "get off his property".

and so you went running, dressed in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt, glass stuck in your hand, tears strung down your face, in freezing weather. You didn’t know what else to do, the neighborhood was silent, almost as if it were ignoring you as you rushed down its streets looking for somewhere safe. Usually you loved the winter, because it meant your parents would turn on the heater, but living where you did, the nights were frigid, especially without a jacket.

You were pretty much doomed the second you were thrown out, you were thin, and small, not because of any natural genes you'd been gifted, because of the malnutrition you daily went through, the snowy air did nothing to help the chills running down and up your spine. Your breaths were short as you rubbed your hands down and up your arms, trying to create any form of warmth. You could feel your feet go completely numb after ten minutes, then your hands, then your whole body, but you kept walking, and walking, and walking, and walking.

Until you couldn’t walk anymore, your legs collapsed, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and your face, now drained of blood, grew relaxed, almost dead. Only god knows why you kept at it and didn’t give up, maybe it was dead of your father dragging you back into that house, or some creep picking you up and hauling you into the back of their white van, or even getting eaten by wolves. All that matters, is taht your body can’t take any more, your fingers are turning blue, and you will soon die.

———

“Honey!”

“Yeah? What are you buggin me about at 11:00 at night?” The blonde responded to his husband, feighned annoyance laced through his tone. The red headed man, kirishima, was staring out through the window, probably staring at the snowflakes falling again, or laughing at two birds doing the hanky lanky again, who knows. He closed his laptop when kirishima didn’t reply, almost as if he were actually serious this time.

“I think someone just collapsed in our front yard, in the snow! They aren’t wearing much, they’ll freeze to death.” The sharky man replied, his eyes searched through the never ending white to find the small form, wearing what looked to be shorts and a t-shirt. In this weather? That’s suicide. His hands pulled open the blinds, and he squinted his eyes to try and get a closer look.

“Then let em, it’s just another beggar trying to make a lawsuit happen, if they wanna die so be it. I’m not wasting my time because you’re sweet.” He responded bluntly, clearly not giving two fucks about anyone who dared waste his, the great bakugos, time. People somehow found out where him and his beloved lived, and constantly made it a task to beg and steal from them, it was tiring honestly, and he was in no mood to deal with it.

“No but I think it’s a child, maybe they got lost and couldn’t find their way home. We can’t just leave them out there!” He used his pretty eyes to beg his husband to help, sure, he’s pretty gullible and over trusting with just about everyone, but it feels right this time, he might let an old alcoholic die, but not a young one, he can’t have children without them becoming a target, so he’s not going to take away that wonderful opportunity from someone else.

“Fine. You owe me for makin me go out in the cold. “ the man grumbled, grabbing his coat, he was usually asleep by now, but Japan needed him on call tonight, apparently villain activity was rising tonight specifically, he hasn’t gotton a call yet. Guess it just works out that a person almost dies in his driveway the night he’s able to stop it. His boots crunched on the snowy dirt as he walked passed the driveway to the front, huffing when he failed to find you.

It took him a few moments, but he eventually found the small form lying down in his bushes, he was just about to yell at the person to get up and go away. Kiri is gullible, he is not, this is certainly just another dickhead aiming for money. But, right before he did, he heard the small whimper leave your lips, and noticed the blue ring of your hands and feet. So he flipped you over, and then he saw you. Your face was so peaceful, so sweet, it made his heart melt. A child, no older than ten at your size, was stuck in his driveway, shivering and freezing, it is to be fate. Not that he really believed in fate, but now he does.

“Alright, cmon” he muttered under his breath, hooking his arms under you and hoisting yoj up, he realized how tiny you really were, so light, so fragile, he felt like he could snap you in half with one wrong move, the world sure has done a number on you huh? Why would you even be out here all alone? Who would let such a sweet thing out to die like this, he gave a thumbs up to kiri in the window, telling him that the child nearing death was alright. He admired you as he walked up the front steps, every little perfect line in your face, you were just perfect, is little, so small, something inside him bursted a little bit, carrying you like this makes him want to be a father again. Goddamnit, he thought he’d gotton over that.

It wasn’t long before you were brought inside, wet and shivering, kirishima was in yoj almost immediately, typing your hair up out of your face, that motherly instinct he kept inside him came out the moment he saw you. You were adorable, and fragile, the two worst combinations in this world. He didn’t want to fully invade your privacy, he was a hero after all, so he left your clothes on and just layered you over with blankets.

“Babe? Can you get me one of those hot packs from the pantry, this little one needs to be warmed up, soon.” He spoke, knowing that his firey blonde of a man had already had one ready. The hot pack was soon pressed against your lower abdomen, kirishima massaging it slowly back and forth to distribute the heat, whe he noticed the thin scars around your belly. Some looked fresh, some old, there isn’t any way these were accidental, a blade has cut these. And you’re jsut a mere child, it was clear someone had done this to you.

“Oi. What the hell is that?”

“I don’t know, but I’m starting to think there’s more of a reason why she was out wandering the cold this late. And it isn’t good.”

———

when you woke up. you were warm, uncharacteristically so, especially since you were supposed to be a frozen dead body. There was a weight over you, constricting your movement, you basked in the comfort for a moment, enjoying the cuddly warm blanket around, before remembering you were kicked out, so there wasn’t a real way you could be under a blanket. Was this a dream? You shot up at the realization, looking around the area. Instead of your familiar bedroom, you were in a larger, more lavish one. It wasn’t extraordinarily decorated or anything, and looked a lot like a guest room, but it was better than anything you’d ever lived in.

“What the fuck- holy shit- am I dead- motherfucker I died. This is either heaven or a dream. I swear to god-“ you screeched, kicking the blankets off yourself, and gladly noticing how your outfit hadn’t changed. Your hand was in pain, but was still wrapped in a gauze, you could tell the shards were out. Who would do this? Maybe it was the sweet old lady down the block, she liked you. Or maybe you were kidnapped and this is all a plaud to kill you and sell your organs to some old men. Who knows, you sure didn’t.

“I think it’s best you stay in bed for now sweetheart, you had quite the bit of trauma to your head last night. Just let us take care of you, we’ll make further arrangements soon, you won’t be stuck in the old guard room for long” a red haired man spoke from the doorway, swooping done to loop his arms around your torso, and tucked you back into the soft, REALLY soft, bed. He patted your head when you looked at him in confusion, you knew this man from somewhere… oh that’s right, he’s one of the most popular heros in the area, red riot. The one who apparently has a soft spot for kids.

“Why am I here- did my dad make you do this?” You questioned, the full weight of the situation now bearing on your shoulders, you kicked his hands away, pushing him off of you completely. You were supposed to be frozen! Sitting in the cold snow just as cold, dead. Although it’s sad to admit, you would just rather die than go back to this sad, sad world. That’s why you were freaking out right now, screaming and kicking, no real idea what you were angry or scared For, maybe your parents, maybe fear of what these people could do. Just angry.

“It’s alright, your fath- bakugo is cooking up some yummy breakfast right now, you just stay in bed and wait. We’ll have a talk about your stay here after, but just snuggle up for now” he continued, somehow answering all and none of your questions at the same time. You listened of course, it was obvious they kidnapped you, meaning they could do whatever the hell they wanted, your brain might’ve been frozen last Ohhh, but you aren’t stupid.

“I-ok. You’re the hero right?”

“Yep, you can just call me kiri. Now, Can you tell me a bit about what happened lasts night?”

———

You’d spilled everything, it’s not like you had much to lose anyway, the man didn’t understand a few things, like how someone would dare hurt you, hurt someone with no way of fighting back, maybe it was the hero inside of him, but he just felt so bad about that. You, precious little you, were ignored by your parents, cast out from your family, and treated like dirt? Not only was he livid, but he was sad. He can’t let you go back.

“Breakfast is ready” the man chimes from the door, his vice uncharacteristically high. He walked in with a tray, kiri grabbed it and laced it over your lap, pushing your fight back into the warmth of the covers when you tried to sit up. The blonde one, whom you now knews name was bakugo, sat on your other side, pressing his hand against your forehead to check for fever or illness, both were there, almost freezing to death kinda makes you sick

There was no way they were sending you back into the world now

But don’t worry

They’ll make let you stay with them --------------------------------------------------I just went through my drafts and i'm finishing them off, so enjoy plz!tell me what you think in the comments!

#bakugo #yandere bakugo #soft yandere bakugo #yandere katsuki #yandere ground zero #platonic yandere #platonic obsession #yandere katsuki bakugo #yandere kirishima #soft yandere kirishima #platonic yandere bakugo #platonic yandere kirishima #soft yandere #yandere red riot

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formula1fanfiction · 8 months

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Max Verstappen / George Russell

Title: Princess George

Pairing: Max Verstappen / George Russell

Characters: Max Verstappen, George Russell, Charles Leclerc

Prompt: In Baku, after the race Max and Russell had argued and Max called George as princess. Later that day Max visited George at his hotel room. Top Max- Bottom George.

rating: 18+

A/N: This is a little heavy but George is fully consenting and enjoying himself :)

Max is still furious with the events of the Baku sprint race, it's been hours since everything had happened but the hole of fury is bigger than the one that ended up in his Red bull, fuck George the stupid dickhead. However Max is still feeling proud of himself after the princess George comment.

Something pops into Max's mind, something Charles had told him recently. "George is a bit of a slut, I was mad at him so I went over to find him and he ended up on his knees with my cock down his throat. Max doesn't know what surprised him more doe eyed Charles Leclerc fucking someone's throat or the fact George Russell is a slut.

In the end Max decides to head over there if he can't fuck George, at least he'll have the opportunity to ruin that pretty face of his with his fists. It doesn't take him long to find out where the Mercedes driver is staying, Alex Albon having so innocently told him exactly where George's room is.

"Hi Princess George." Max stands with his hands on his hips smiling at an oh so cute, very confused George. Max uses George's surprise to his advantage and shoves George back into his room.

"What are you doing here?" George grunts as his back slams into the nearest wall. "Don't pretend you're not a slut George, like you don't drop to your knees like a cheap €5 whore." George's eyes darken, an unreadable expression on his face. "Who told you that?" Max can't quite keep the shark like grin off his face. "So it's true then?"

"Maybe..." George groans as his body is slammed into the wall again, he's failing miserably to keep the lust out of his eyes. George loves to be thrown around and fucked hard. "Are you going to pay for your crimes with your body princess George?" Max slips his fingers into George's hair and pulls hard. He lets go and takes a step back, giving George the chance to back out.

"I'm not sorry Max." George drops down onto his knees and crawls towards him and presses his face against Max's jeans. "However, if you want to use me, i'm not going to say no." Max threads his fingers back into George's hair and uses his free hand to unpop the button on his jeans and pushes them to the floor along with his boxer shorts.

"You really are a slut, Princess." George smiles, a glint of mischief in his eyes as Max pushes him towards his cock. Max, wants to fuck the smirk off his face, literally. Max groans as he shoves George's face onto his cock, the glint of mischief remains. Max holds him there, until George's eyes water, his vision going blurry. Max lets him up, just enough to take another breath before shoving him back down again.

George's hands are shaking from the force of holding onto to Max's thighs, while Max just uses his throat, forcefully pounding into it, enjoying the way George is choking around him, while concentrating on breathing through his nose.

"How many other cocks you had down hear George?" Max holds him down again. "Just Charles, Lewis?" Max lets him take another breath, watching the amount of saliva run down from his lips. George is shoved down once more, longer this time until he feels like he might pass out this time. "The whole fucking grid?" Max lets him up and pushes him off his cock.

George stays on his knees panting, while Max stares at him. Maybe George shout be ashamed of getting off on humiliation, being used but he loves it, his cock is leaking, standing hard and proud against his toned stomach, without being touched.

"George, are you okay?" Max takes him in, his lips swollen and dripping with saliva, tears dried around his eyes and now a panting mess on the floor. George laughs, almost like a stereotypical villain. "What? Is that all you've got Max." oh.

"Well if that's how you want it princess, take your clothes off and get on the bed." George stands up on shaky legs, he rips off his clothes and leaves it in a messy pile on the floor. Max never specified on the position, so George gets on all fours, it's always easier when he's not looking at the person using him.

"I'm not going to go easy on you George." Max takes the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount on his fingers. "I don't want you to." George wiggles his bum back in anticipation, Max rewards him with a hard slap. "If you want to stop, shout Checo. Okay?" George tenses up. "I can take it, Max." Max circles George's entrance. "I'm sure you can princess." Max feels better getting that out, better to break character than literally break him.

Max lets his first finger inside, George is a lot looser than Max expected him to be so he quickly adds a second one. George cries out once Max starts to fucking him with the two fingers. "Such a slut, princess." Max growls letting his fingers sink deeper, rubbing against his soft velvety walls and finds the little bundle of nerves. "Fuck Max." George moans, Max rubs against it hard, the Brit is shaking and struggling to keep control of himself. "You would come just like this if I let you." Max lets his fingers slip out. George cries out in relief. "I'd rather come from your cock."

"Maybe I won't let you come at all." Max kneels down behind George and bumps the head of his cock against George's lube slick hole and slowly sinks inside about half way, lulling George into a false sense of security then slamming home in one swift move, causing the both of them to cry out in pleasure.

"How are you so tight George, how many people have you let fuck you?" Max pushes his fingers into George's hair and pulls his head up. George whines and pushes his hips back trying to fuck himself on Max's cock. "Tell me and i'll fuck you George." Max squeezes Georges hips to keep him still. "A fair few." George whines in frustration. "Max please."

Max pulls nearly all the way out and slams back into him with one swift move. George cries out, finally getting some pleasure as Max repeats the motion three more times before settling into a rough, harsh pace.

George fists a handful of the bed sheets as Max pounds into him, he's been with quite a few people but no one else has quite taken him so roughly and Lewis' doesn't exactly take easy, however he's loving every second of this.

"Can't believe how much of a slut you are." Georges moans as Max finally finds his prostate and starts to slam into with every one of his thrusts. George's poor neglected cock is red and leaking, he reaches down to stroke himself off to Max's thrust, only to have his hand slapped away. "You don't get to come until I tell you to, princess." George's head is swimming with the constant slamming into his prostate, he's so close yet so far away.

"Max please!" Max slips one of his hands into George's hair and smacks his ass with other one. "No, stop begging." George whines pathetically with another hard thrust into his prostate. "I need to come, please Max." Max slams into him extra hard. "I said no."

Max speeds up his thrusts so his balls are slapping against George's ass cheeks, he's whining and moaning with every thrust, just begging to come. Max just ignores him and continues to brutally slam into him. Max keeps slamming into his prostate, just enough until he's about to come then abruptly stops again. George is a withering crying mess when Max finally takes pity on him.

"Do you need to come princess?" George nods, he's way too far gone and frustrated for words. "Anything for Princess George." Max finally wraps a hand around George's neglected cock and strokes him to the same pace as his thrusts, pulling happy pleasured moans from George's lips. Finally fucking finally George gets the feeling in his stomach and he's about to come when Max squeezes his fist around the base of his cock and stops his orgasm.

"Max please." George is almost in tears from the sheer need to come. Max giggles in response and speeds up his thrusts once again until he's fucking George with all his might, hitting his prostate over and over again but still never letting loose of the grip on his cock. "Max please."

Max releases the grip on his cock and starts stroking him again. "Come for me princess." and George does, he comes harder than he has in his entire life shooting his load over the bed sheets in front of him. Max himself isn't fair behind, he manages three more shaky thrusts before spilling his load inside of George.

George rolls over onto his back while Max disappears into the bathroom and returns with a damp cloth, he goes to wipe at the mess on George's stomach only to have his hand pushed away. "I'm fine Max, I don't need after care."

"Are you okay though? Did I hurt you? was it too much?" Max is very aware of his rambling, the strong confident roll he was playing has quickly morphed into shyness and fear. George takes the rag and washes his own stomach.

"No, it's fine. I'm not used to this, people fuck me and then they leave." Max takes a risky move and wraps his arm around George's shoulder, who surprisingly doesn't pull away from him. "Why do you do this George?"

"When i'm mad and frustrated I like giving up control." George smiles. "I really enjoyed myself tonight" Max can't help but smile back. "I really enjoyed myself too, I like being in control."

"You nearly killed me mate." George settles back into the pillows on the bed, still smiling. "I knew just what my princess needed."

"Fuck off Max."

#max verstappen #george russell #formula 1 fanfiction #fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #mxm #fanfiction #formula 1 #formula one #mxm smut #Max x George #Princess George

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wreckingtickles · 7 months

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The Auction - Bundles 4 & 5 (NSFW)

The fifth chapter of a spicy tickle fic starring 8 (sort of) boys from MHA/BnHA.

I'll be the first to admit this one is a bit disappointing.

The Auction Masterlist

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“And we’re back! Next up is Bundle 4. Since you seem to have had a lot of fun during the break, why not shoot for the electric toothbrushes again?”

But Bakugo wasn’t listening. He was both looking and not looking at Kirishima’s, the latter’s eyes still resolutely closed, his face still flushed.

“Shitty Hair.”

“Yeah? Are you ok?”

“My murder list just got a whole lot longer. Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“Nope.”

“Don’t be a moron. You’ll just make it worse for yourself.”

“Like you’re one to talk, Orange!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“See, Red is keeping his eyes closed because he doesn’t want to enjoy seeing his friends suffer. Isn’t that right, Red? Or are you afraid that something will happen and they’ll think you’re an even bigger perv?”

“I’LL FIND YOU AND END YOU IF YOU KEEP MOCKING HIM!!”

“How fiercely protective of you! Such… good friends you must be,” the announcer said with an emphasis that Bakugo didn’t like one bit.

“Baku-bro, stop,” whispered Kirishima, even redder than before, with none of his usual energy. It had all gotten to him.

“What a hero you are, Red. You know it will tickle more if you can’t see, yet you’re willing to take it. Is it moral superiority, or just saving face? Regardless… Bundle 4 begins now!”

Bzzt. The auctionees heard them before they felt them, like an angry swarm in the night. And then, the buzzing got drowned out.

“Ooh, I can already tell this is going to be a good one! But just to keep things fresh, let’s do single-perspective now!”

Bakugo

Kirishima and Deku were the first to break anew as two toothbrushes landed right in the center of their hollows. Even Bakugo knew that was Kirishima’s most ticklish spot. He’d made full use of it after the first time the idiot redhead had pounced on him, tickling him in front of Sero and Kaminari. Bakugo had waited for him to go back to his room, followed him inside, wrestled him to the ground, crossed his legs around his waist from behind, and clawed and scratched at Kirishima’s upper body to his heart’s content. Kirishima had begged him to stop after one minute; Bakugo hadn’t stopped for half an hour, which he’d almost entirely dedicated to the redhead’s ribs and armpits, which he’d immediately identified as his worst spots. Kirishima had laughed, begged, and wheezed, but nothing had been able to spare him Bakugo’s revenge.

But Bakugo was in no position to worry about his friend, because he wasn’t exactly un-ticklish himself. He huffed and puffed as the toothbrushes buzzed around the center of his hollows, but he would endure it, he had to. The real issue was that he was starting to sweat.

The vibrating asshole kept teasing him throughout, but Bakugo knew he couldn’t do anything other than scowl, too busy trying not to burst into laughter, and even then he knew he looked ridiculous. So he shifted his attention to the buzzing of the toothbrushes, the sound of his restraint clanging as he fought against the sensation, trying to ward off the poisonous words trying to worm their way into his ear.

Not even he knew how he did it, but somehow he made it through the whole thing without laughing, though mooing abundantly. But before he knew it, it started all over again, with ghostly hands squeezing at his thighs, digging into the innermost portion, thumbs nearly touching the orange boxers. It wasn’t as bad. But it was still more fighting. More struggling. More holding back. And Bakugo began to wonder how much longer he’d be able to hold out.

Shindo

When Shindo felt the toothbrushes land in his hollows, he smiled. Not because it tickled, no, the exact opposite. The harmless vibrations of the dental implements failed to gain purchase in his senses, accustomed as they were to his Quirk.

“This feels like a major oversight,” he commented out loud. He knew they knew.

“Luck of the draw, pure and simple! Is that regret I hear in your voice?”

“Ha, definitely not,” he scoffed. “I’m glad I get to enjoy the view.”

To his right, Midoriya was laughing his head off, as usual. It wasn’t something Shindo cared for particularly. What he did enjoy was the fact that despite the forced mirth, and actually because of it, the greenette looked broken. Flushed, sweaty, worn-out, almost in pain, but of a harmless kind. Overwhelmed. Seeing him like that stoked an appetite in Shindo, to dominate that toned, stocky form that somewhat clashed with the sweetness of the owner’s features, naïve and cute. What things Shindo could do to that young man, if only he could reach him. Tear off that green underwear. Make him go blind and keep him on that tortured edge. If none of what was happening was real, it had to be a dream. So why not make the most of it?

And yet, he couldn’t. So he looked to his right, and chuckled. That cocky jackass, fighting so hard not to laugh, making twice as much noise as if he were, and wasting that much more energy. Now that, that was also enjoyable, to see him fight a losing battle against the obvious. And it got Shindo wondering, would he be doing the same against a wave of pleasure? No doubt. Give him pain, give him bliss, until the façade crumbled, and he begged.

Ah, shit. He was hard again. That was frustrating. Time to distract himself.

“Hey. Your name’s Bakugo, right?”

The orange-clad hero was obviously trying to ignore him, as his scowl revealed.

“What are you doing? It’s so obvious you are very ticklish. Why not just laugh?”

No response.

“I’m sure they tickle a lot, those toothbrushes in your armpits. Don’t they? Ah, is that a smile I see? No? Can you imagine if they were all over your body? Like Transparent, whatever his name was. Can you imagine being in his place? I don’t think you’d be able to take it. But it would be so much fun to see you try. And fail.”

Bakugo had probably heard about half of what Shindo had said, but the latter could tell that he was pissed, and that was fun in its own right.

“Oh, Black, I’m afraid your break ends here. See, we did make special accommodations for you.”

The back of Shindo’s head tingled with alarm, but he tried to play it cool. “And what might those be?”

The only response he received was the toothbrushes – all four of them – leaving his armpits… and swarming the tent in his boxers.

“GAH!” he exclaimed, shocked by the toothbrushes’ audacity, as well as by the unbearable mixture of hilarity and urgent pleasure.

“You thought we didn’t know that not all of your body is immune to vibrations? We know what you use your Quirk for, you naughty boy.”

Gasping laughter threatened to break out of Shindo, originating from the very pit of his stomach. The damp fabric lessened the ticklish sensation a good amount, but the vibrations still had him eager, yearning. And he surprised himself trying to resist the feeling. No, that wasn’t right. He wasn’t supposed to be the one who got teased. He wasn’t supposed to be the one who had to bite his lip.

The toothbrushes – six, six of them now! – were neither trying to really tickle him, nor to push him over the edge, he could tell, they were too unfocused. Their only purpose was to keep building his arousal. And so they did, without allowing him release, release which he himself opposed, until bundle 5 ended for all, silencing the toothbrushes.

But even then, Shindo was allowed little respite, because when bundle 6 started shortly after and the disembodied hands started kneading into his thighs, the proximity to his arousal kept teasing him, taunting him, mocking him.

Kirishima

When the toothbrushes made contact with his armpits, Kirishima almost opened his eyes; but no, he held on, making it that much worse for himself, as he didn’t know where the devices would strike next, if more of them would come. But the toothbrushes seemed pretty content roaming his hollows, sending ticklish vibrations through the terribly sensitive skin.

His nerves were on edge, all the more receptive to the toothbrush action as they begged him to look, to survey what was triggering them, but he couldn’t. It was already embarrassing enough that he was enjoying what was happening to him. But the tormented laughter, the straining and thrashing coming from right next to him, permeating the hall, was so much worse. If he also looked… no, he wouldn’t let himself enjoy what he saw. Even if they said it wasn’t real, it… it didn’t feel right.

So he didn’t see the second pair of toothbrushes coming, landing squarely in the center of his pits while the first set roamed their muscled edges. He let out a mirthful scream when it happened.

He’d innocently tickled his classmates on more than one occasion, and he’d been recognized as the resident tickle monster. This had resulted in multiple reprisals. And something Sero had once said had stuck with him: the more muscle he put on, the more ticklish he got. What was supposed to make him stronger, somehow made him… if not weaker, more tender. Like after his Quirk ran out of stamina.

Somehow, someway, he made it through the third wave of toothbrushes, only for Sero’s theory to gain more credence as he felt hands squeeze at his thighs, sending ticklish shockwaves coursing up his legs. And his laughter mingled with the others’.

He needed this to end. Because guilt was ruining a good thing.

With his eyes closed, he didn’t notice that the hands he still felt on his thighs were but phantom tickles. No, it was everyone else’s laughter subsiding that told him it was over. That it was safe to open his eyes.

“We’re almost done!” claimed Ojiro. “There’s only one bundle left.”

Kirishima blinked off the tears as his vision struggled to readjust to the stark illumination of the auction hall. Across from him, Midoriya didn’t look relieved. “Yes, but it’s probably…” He trailed off, shooting Bakugo a worried glance.

Kirishima saw the blond curl his toes.

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #spicy content #tickle content #tickle fic #tickletorture #ticklish!kaminari #ticklish!bakugo #ticklish!kirishima #ticklish!inasa #ticklish!bakugou #ticklish!midoriya #ticklish!todoroki #ticklish!shindou #ticklish!shindo #ticklish!ojirou #ticklish!ojiro

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ultrasofts · 1 year

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Lewis/Seb and Baku 2017 if it tickles your fancy? Thank you!

i was gonna say i think i’ve kind of already said most of what i have to say on this one, but here’s a little snippet ("snippet" its almost 800 words lol) from seb’s pov. it won’t make much sense without having read the above but the tl;dr of that story is seb goes to lewis’s hotel room to “apologise” for the incident and they have sex about it instead. vaguely m-rated.

The hotel bedspread is irritating, almost scratchy against his skin, and Sebastian squirms against it. He stares up at the ceiling. He’s exhausted, but his mind won’t stop moving, skipping through the events of the day in no coherent order. The characteristic surge of adrenaline at lights out. That annoying reporter from Ziggo before the race, saying 22 point lead, did you know every time you’ve had that big a lead you’ve gone on to win the championship? Daniel’s sticky, champagne-soaked half-hug in the media pen. Hands, twisting on his steering wheel. Lewis’s dick in his mouth, his eyes narrowed and disbelieving.

Sebastian blows out a breath, dissatisfied. The day has been excruciatingly long, made longer by red flags and safety cars, by anger and adrenaline he can still feel the memory of in his skin.

He’s hard again. He’d ducked into a long empty corridor outside Lewis’s hotel room for a few moments of deep breaths, until he was fit to be seen in public again. He’s not in public now though, and the memories are more insistent, circling in on Lewis’s hands in his hair, the taste of him on his tongue. The almost anger he’d felt when Lewis had pulled out.

Sebastian presses his palm against his dick, sighs at the sensation. It’s the first touch he’s had all day, too preoccupied with Lewis earlier, with showing him how good he could be at this. He shoves his shorts and boxers down and wraps a hand around himself, starts to stroke. His hands aren’t big enough to pretend it’s Lewis doing it for him, so he closes his eyes.

Lewis would be good at it, Sebastian thinks. There’s no way Nico was anything but a princess in bed, and Lewis, at his very core, loves to win. Sebastian can’t make that math add up to anything except Lewis being a quick study in how to take him apart. He wonders if he’d have turned him around, hands on Sebastian’s hips, fingers slipping down to push inside him, not slippery enough, but the rough burn a satisfying punishment.

Sebastian thumbs at the head of his dick, bites his lip.

Or maybe instead, Lewis could have pushed Seb down on the sofa, kept him pinned there. Gotten on hand around Sebastian’s throat, the other on his dick, quick and ruthless and—

The tiny, squirming bit of shame that’s been turning over in his stomach since the red flag is back, and growing this time. It’s uncomfortably familiar, a sensation he’d been practiced at pushing down, curled up under the covers after Mark left, physically satiated, but mind never quite as soothed. It had never kept him up long, but it had never entirely gone away either.

Sebastian screws his eyes shut and stills his hand. His own hand, the hot emotion, the scene playing out behind his eyes—it doesn’t feel good. It feels how he imagines a sneaky cigarette on a night out would, two years after quitting.

He shoves his shorts all the way off, but pulls up his boxers and gets up to fish a tshirt out of his suitcase. He crawls into bed.

He never really apologised to Mark, except when Christian insisted on it, because he wasn’t sorry and he didn’t intend to lie about it. Sebastian wanted to win, and he wasn’t going to stop trying to. Mark was never very good about keeping what happened on track separate from what happened off it, and Sebastian had been fine to indulge it — Mark had always seemed to think Sebastian choking on his dick was the real apology, like he didn’t really understand that that was Sebastian winning too.

This feels different. Lewis isn’t Mark, thank god, and he’s not his teammate. Mark had always felt like someone to beat, another obstacle on the way to the championship. He’s known Lewis for most of his life, has spent the last three years itching to go toe to toe with him.

Lewis is someone he wants to measure himself against, and come out on top.

He rolls over and grabs his phone from the night stand.

You’re right, that wasn’t a very good apology. Can I call you tomorrow?

He stares at the screen. It’s the first message in the thread—it’s weird to realise he’s never texted Lewis before.

This is Sebastian, he adds. Then he puts his phone away and turns off the lights.

In the morning, there’s a reply.

I’m free after lunch.

#ok uh the others will be drabbles or doubles i cannot write this much every time #but thank you!#asks #anon #rpf tag #fic asks

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irvinenewshq · 2 years

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Azerbaijani ladiess boxing group finishes European Championships with two medals (PHOTO)

BAKU, Azerbaijan, October 23. The European Girls Boxing Championships, which was held in Budva (Montenegro), has come to an finish, Development report citing Boxing Federation of Azerbaijan. Azerbaijani nationwide group completed the competitors, during which 154 boxers from 30 international locations took half, with one silver and one bronze medal. Aynur Rzayeva received silver medal. She competed in +81 kg weight class towards Maria Lovchinskaya from Ukraine within the ultimate. Rzayeva, having misplaced within the ultimate, received the silver medal. Previous to that, Anaxanum Ismailova (50 kg) received a bronze medal. Azerbaijani nationwide group will return to Baku tonight. Originally published at Irvine News HQ

#Irvine News HQ

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kiribakuhappiness · 4 years

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The Explosive Kind is getting a new chapter update tonight and HO BOY! Bakugou is very unashamed of his obvious pining 😂

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takaminevaeh · 9 months

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I've been writing this one the last couple of days and I really love fighter AUs... especially boxing and wrestling.

That said, I hope this one gets some sort of traction because I've hit a bit of a block and I really need to get back into writing... meaning that I need people to give me ideas.

I'll be posting the aftercare part in a few hours sooooo have fun my lovelies!

dom!boxer baku x sub!fem reader

cw// dom!/sub! dynamic, hair pulling, bondage, spanking, vibrator use, fingering, slight breath play, multiple orgasms, overstim, oral sex (f), cum eating

Enjoy~

He. Was. Pissed.

His shoulders move up and down as he breathes heavily, an ugly snarl on his face as he looks down at Izuku, lying on the ground.

Their training session was finally finished and I waited nervously by Katsuki’s things, watching him walk over to me with an angry expression on his face.

“Are… you okay?”

I regretted even opening my mouth, but I had to finish my question.

He hates it when I start to speak and never finish.

His frown deepened as he silently snatched his things from the bench, storming past me into the locker room.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, lowering my head as I played with my fingers.

“Hey… are you gonna be okay?” I look up at Izuku, gasping at the severity of the cuts on his face.

“I’ll be fine. Sit.” He stands still for a moment before sitting down, setting his bag beside him as he looks up at me.

I open the First Aid, taking out the rubbing alcohol and cotton pads. I start by disinfecting, apologizing over and over every time he winced.

I apply a thicker cotton pad onto the more significant cut and tape it down, adding a bit of ointment onto the smaller ones.

I hadn’t realized I was so close to Izuku until I felt a hand on my head, both my and Izuku’s eyes widening.

One of my hands was resting on Izuku’s neck while the other was rubbing his cheek gently, some of the ointment residue still on my thumb as I was putting on the last bit of it.

“Are you finished?” Katsuki’s tone was icy, sending a shiver down my spine as I nodded slowly, putting my arms down.

Izuku stands and grabs his bag, looking back at me one more time before going into the locker room.

Once the door closes, Katsuki moves his hand down to my nape and spreads his fingers, his whole hand resting on my head under my hair.

I knew what he was about to do.

He grips the hair on my scalp tightly, forcing me to look up at him as he growls.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He hisses, his stare piercing deep into my soul as I whimper.

“I-I was just cleaning his cuts…”

“You’re mine… That means you only patch me up… got it?” I whimper, nodding softly. He releases his grip on me and waits for me to pack up my things.

He lays his hand on the small of my back as we walk out of the training center, leading both of us to his car.

He chucks all of his things in the trunk, being careful with my things as he places them perfectly in their spots, closing the door and walking me over to the passenger side.

He opens the door for me and I slide into the seat, putting my seatbelt on as he shuts the door.

I hear a faint hum coming from him as he approaches the driver’s side.

He's probably cursing me out with words that don’t even exist.

The ride back home was silent, only furthering my anxiety as I tugged on my fingers nervously.

What am I supposed to do?

I already know I’m in for it because of how rough training was today.

But after helping Izuku… I just made it worse.

So much worse.

We make it back home and he shuts off the engine, not moving for a minute before speaking.

“I want you to take a quick shower. After you finish, I want you on the bed in whatever outfit I lay out for you. You have fifteen minutes.” I open the car door and head inside, going up the stairs and walking into the bathroom.

I do exactly as he instructed.

I showered as quickly as I could, hopping out of the shower and drying myself with a towel from the warmer.

I take my hair out of the clip it was in and check myself in the mirror, watching as my curls fall in pretty waves around my shoulders.

I walk into our bedroom and see a black lingerie set sitting on the sheets.

I noted the fluffy cuffs and ball gag lying beside it and dropped my head.

I’m so fucked.

I get into the lingerie set, looking into the mirror to make sure it is on right, moving all of my hair to the back and leaving my two front pieces out.

I sit on the bed and rest my hands on my knees, kneeling as I wait for Katsuki to come in.

Just as I was getting comfortable, Katsuki walked in, freshly showered and in his gray sweats.

“Good, you’re finally behaving.” I flinch a little at the harsh tone in his words, lowering my head.

“… I’m sorry.”

“Did I say you could speak?” I shut my mouth, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks as I shake my head.

“No… no I didn’t. Look at me.” I lift my head, my eyes trembling as he stares at me with lust and rage.

I keep still as he approaches, kneeling to be at eye level with me.

“Now usually, I would let you patch up that shitty nerd… I will admit that. However, I know you saw my face midway through training… and even still, you decided to help him.” I look away, unable to maintain the eye contact I was receiving.

“Look at me!” He wraps his hand around my jaw and squishes my cheeks, forcing my head to face him.

“This session tonight is gonna be harsh. I want you to remind both me and yourself of your safe word.”

“Blue,” I say softly.

“Nonverbal?”

“Are you going to blindfold me...?”

“… No.”

“Three blinks.”

“Good.” He released his grip on me and opened his hand, silently instructing me.

I move my hand so it’s lying on his.

He wraps one end of the fluffy cuff on my wrist, not too tight to hurt me but tight enough to not be able to escape.

He does that for the other hand and stands, grabbing the ball gag from beside me.

He taps my chin and I open my mouth, allowing him to slip the gag between my lips, moving my hair to secure the buckle.

I look up at him, not sure where this session was going but too nervous to even attempt to ask.

He grabs me by my waist and lifts me, forcing me to stand.

He gets on the bed and sits against the headboard, patting his lap.

“Lay down. Your ass in the air.”

My eyes widen and I shake my head.

His eyes darken.

“I won’t repeat it.”

I lay down on his lap and he places his hand on my ass, caressing the soft skin.

“You just keep making this worse for yourself, you know that, right?” He moves the lacy panties down, dragging his fingers in light circles across the cheeks.

My breathing becomes more erratic with every brush of his fingers, the drool already starting to slip out of my lips and onto the bed.

“… How many cuts did you patch up?”

I stay silent.

He forcefully removes the gag from my mouth.

“How. Many.”

“Thirteen,” I say softly.

“Thirteen…” His hand lands hard on my ass, making me yelp as I grip the sheets.

“You better start counting, princess.” I whimper.

“O-One…”

The fact that Katsuki Bakugo was a boxer, just made his hits hurt so much worse than what most men were capable of dishing out.

And my ass felt like it was on fire.

“No more! Please!”

“Ah, ah! Did I say you could speak besides counting?” I shudder as he runs his hand over the places he’s been spanking, making me twitch.

“T-Twelve…” I whine, breathing heavily.

“Come on, princess… I know you can do it… you’ve been doing such a good job… just one more…”

I bite my lip, tears streaming down my cheeks as I bury my face in the covers.

His hand lands on my ass again, this one hurting more than the rest as I curse at him.

“Fuck!”

“Oh… wrong move, princess.” He grabs me by my hair and lifts my head roughly.

“Fuck. You.” He shoves the gag back into my mouth, making me cough as he drops my head.

He shoves me off of him and I huff, staring up at the ceiling in tears.

“Don’t move.” He stands and disappears from view, reappearing with more restraints.

I shake my head, pleading with him with my eyes.

“No… no, you don’t get to look at me like that.” He spreads my legs and ties my ankles to opposite ends of the bed.

He then moves to my wrists, removing the cuffs and cuffing my hands to the headboard making it impossible for me to move.

“Now, I wanna see how much you can take for me… I have this,” He pulls out a wand vibrator, staring at me with a lustful smirk.

“I want… three orgasms from you.” My eyes widen as I stare at the toy in his hand.

“Oh, come on… you’ve given me more than that… you don’t think you can take it?”

I shake my head.

“Well… I think you can, pretty girl… and you will.” He turns the wand on and I squirm.

“Hold still… or do you want me to make it four?” I shake my head furiously.

He hovers the wand over my nipples, the vibration making them erect and I arch into it.

“Aww… I knew you wanted it… you want me to make you cum… don’t you..?” I cave into the pleasure, nodding as I stare up at him with desperate eyes.

In one quick motion, the wand was vibrating against my pussy, a muffled mewl erupting from my throat from the pleasure.

“There she is… there’s my horny girl…” He moves down to pull the lace bra down a bit, sucking on one of my nipples. His tongue flicked over it, sending more jolts of pleasure through my body.

The simple action made me come undone, my body quaking in pleasure as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“Good girl… that’s one…” I roll my hips against the wand, my body is full of need as I chase another orgasm.

“Aww… you’re just so eager… are you gonna be good and cum for me again?” I nod desperately, whining as he wraps his fingers around my neck, applying a delicious amount of pressure.

It was enough to tip me over again, my hips bucking aggressively as my pelvis lifted off the bed.

“Now that one was intense… so pretty…” I breathe shakily, the pleasure turning into overstimulation very quickly as I start whining and moaning loudly.

“Come on… just one more for me…” He sticks two fingers into my pulsating hole, pumping them in and out while turning up the vibration and holding the wand with his palm against my clit.

I moan loudly, my eyes crossing from the pain and pleasure as I tug on the cuffs.

“Mm… you’re clenching so pretty around my fingers…”

My thighs shake intensely from the pleasure, and my vision goes fuzzy.

He ups the vibration again and curls his fingers, the pressure and vibrations making me come undone yet again as I squirt all over his hand, clenching pathetically around his fingers.

“Such a messy girl…” I ride out my orgasm, my eyes unfocused as the drool slips from my lips, whining desperately.

He finally pulls his fingers out and removes the wand, turning it off.

I clench around nothing, breathing heavily as he pulls the gag out of my mouth.

He guides my head towards him, pulling me into a sloppy kiss.

“Mm… you did so good for me… let me clean you up…”

He crawls to lay in between my legs, his face hovering in front of my pussy.

“N-No… s-s-so sen… sitive… c-can’t…” My eyes cross as I feel his tongue lick my pussy slowly, twitching hard as it brushes over my clit.

One more stroke of his tongue and I cum again, my body shaking as my eyes cross and my head falls back against the pillows.

He finishes lapping up my juices and crawls on top of me, licking his lips of my essence as he kisses my neck.

“You taste so sweet…” He undoes my cuffs and I take the opportunity to hug him, my hold weak from the orgasms but still there.

He peppers kisses all over my face and neck, pulling me onto his lap as he sits up.

“I’m gonna untie your legs and then I’m gonna get you into the bath… how does that sound, baby?”

“Hold me… a little… longer…” He nods, running his fingers up and down my back with a feather-light touch.

“Okay… we’ll wait.”

#boxer au #bnha bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut

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kat-unzel · 3 years

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Hey I finished it and I’m really proud of it and I spent a lot of time on it and 🥺

#my hero academia #my hero academia fanart #mha fanart #kirishima fanart #eijirou kirishima #eijirou kirishima fanart #bnha fanart #my art #art #procreate #y’all peep the Baku boxers 👀

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myherowritings · 5 years

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What about the kirishima helping the fem reader pull a splinter out and the baku-gangs confusion? Or another part of boxer katsuki?

OMGGG I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT BOXER!BAKUGOU AFTER BEING CAUGHT UP WITH PRO HERO!BAKU but oooooof i do want to explore that au more!! if u have any particular ideas about boxer!bakugou, let me know ;D

as for the kiri spliter one, I STARTED IT BUT I HAVEN’T BEEN IN A KIRI MOOD LATELY RIPPPP but when i’m in the ~mood~ i’ll continue it for sure! ^-^

#HOLYYY IF U'VE BEEN HERE SINCE BOXER BAKU...U ARE AN OG MY FRIEND;)#request

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danthropologie · 2 years

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1. nothing new, taylor swift // 2. on turning ten, billy collins // 3. portugal 2021 // 4. slade house, david mitchell // 5. a change is gonna come, sam cooke // 6. suzuka 2019 // 7. light of love, florence + the machine // 8. i worried, mary oliver // 9. class of 2013, mitski // 10. toro rosso STR7 launch, 2012 // 11. monaco 2018 // 12. returner, gang of youths // 13. How They Met and Other Stories, David Levithan // 14. monaco 2016 // 15. go-kart champion, 11 years old // 16. dear patience, niall horan // 17. this is me trying, taylor swift // 18. baku 2021 // 19. the greek tragedy i’ll never write, elisabeth hewer // 20. mirrorball, taylor swift // 21. monza 2021 // 22. the boxer, simon & garfunkel // 23. last one standing, monophonics // 24. bahrain 2022

#daniel ricciardo #f1edit #web weaving #mine #m:edit #m:ww #dan #parallels #i'm literally mentally unwell for making this but !#it's about the NARRATIVE #darkest before the dawn etc etc etc

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kats-baku1999 · 3 years

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Three is not a Crowd

kiribaku x reader

Warnings: smut. shameless smut. no actual plot just smut.

nsfw!!!!!! not meant for people under 18

Dom!Kiri, Bottom!Baku

mentions of smoking weed

they are aged up in this, in their third year. all of them are 18, and almost done at UA. okay thank you.

THIS IS PROBABLY TRASH I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT THAT MUCH I WRITE SAD SHIT HALF THE TIME.

okay, enjoy.

Being friends with Kirishima and Bakugo was never not exciting. Between Bakugo’s constant yelling, and Kirishima’s constant wrangling of Bakugo, it was a never ending thing. Then throw your instigating self into the mix, and sure enough it was a shit show. You were constantly pushing Bakugo on, saying things like “oh yeah you could totally beat Midoriya!” which would just get him more riled up. In turn, would earn you a dirty look from your red haired best friend. Kirishima was constantly coming to you when he wanted simple things, like being held. It was not uncommon to see the two of you snuggling one another while you encouraged Bakugo’s loudmouth.

The thing that was most annoying though? The fact you were unreasonably attracted to both of them.. And you were pretty sure they both knew you thought so.

It was subtle that they knew at first, they were practically just testing the waters. Kirishima would let his hands linger on you for just a second longer when helping you spar. Bakugo lost all sense of personal space, and would randomly come up behind you and talk in your ear. They would both flex a little more when you were around, taking note of how your eyes would linger on their arms when they did. Both of their egos went through the roof when you would blush walking into Kirishima’s room as they were working out together.

So then they both began taking note of you. Kirishima’s eyes always followed your every move when you were in your hero costume, that was so tight it barely left anything to imagination. Bakugo feeling a bit of anger surge through him when he would catch anyone other than his best friend drooling over you. Both of them absolutely lost it when you walked in after your holiday spent with your parents on an island getaway. Sure they always noted how nice of legs you had, but your legs being tan now too? Kirishima was biting his knuckle to keep from jumping towards you, and Bakugo’s eye was twitching with annoyance watching Mineta starting to become a little perv staring at you.

“Oi, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo snapped, staring at you standing with Mina in the common room, still in your school uniform. Kirishima’s eyes slowly pull away from the bottom of your skirt.

“Yeah man?” Kirishima finally focused on his best friend, noticing his eyes on you too.

“Is it just me or is (Y/N)s skirt just a bit shorter?” Bakugo mumbled, his eyes dark. Kirishima noted that he didn’t look angry, no, this was a new look.. The same look Kirishima had been giving you for months.. This was lust.

“Yeah, you know what man I think it is,” Kirishima smirked, walking up and putting an arm around his best friend before leaning into his ear, “What’re we going to do with her?”

Bakugo went stiff at his friend's words. A blush creeping across his face. Between looking at you in that damn skirt, and Kirishima’s lips practically against his ear.. A boner was inevitable, so he smacked Kirishima’s arm off of him and quickly made his way to his room. Kirishima watched you for a second longer, before finally following his best friend. He had an idea, and he wanted to go through with it, but he needed Bakugo on board. So he walked through Bakugo’s room door, just as Bakugo was standing in the middle of it in his boxers and his school shirt unbuttoned.

“What are you doing dumbass?” Bakugo snapped, uncharacteristically covering himself. It was too late though, because Kirishima’s eyes were locked on the rather larger bulge he was trying to hide. Kirishima closed the door behind him and locked the door.

“You know, I have seen the way you look at her too,” Kirishima’s voice was lower now, like he was a completely different person, “I can’t blame you though, (Y/n) is a badass, and it’s beyond fucking sexy,”

Kirishima walked towards his best friend, who’s eyes were wide. Trying to decide between watching where this goes, and blowing Kirishima’s ass up for just barging in. He decided on option A, especially when Kirishima backed him into the wall. Both hands on either side of Bakugo’s head, Kirishima’s face dangerously close.

“Trust me, I notice it, but I also notice you man,” Kirishima smirked, “Your eyes are constantly bouncing between me working out, and (Y/n), you just can’t make up your mind can you?”

“I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about dumbass,” Bakugo snarled, trying to keep his composure. Was he that obvious? Had everyone noticed?

“It’s okay though, because you wouldn’t imagine how turned on I get watching you train, and watching you both yell at one another,” Kirishima leaned into Bakugo, placing his face into his neck.

Pushing his lips against his pulse point ever so gently, smirking at how his best friend shuttered. Kirishima grabbed one of Bakugo’s hands and led it to his crotch. Both of their breaths caught in their throats at the contact. Bakugo wasn’t sure what came over him, but he began palming Kirishima through his pants. Loving the way Kirishima grunted into his neck, before placing wet kisses up and down it. Bakugo finally moaned when Kirishima’s sharp ass teeth grazed a more sensitive spot.

“You see what you’re both doing to me, all I can think about is how pretty she would look on your dick, while your mouth is wrapped around mine,” Kirishima groaned, finally moving his hand onto Bakugo’s bulge, “Or both of us fucking her, filling both of her holes, imagine the pretty little moans she would make Bakugo,”

“Fuck Kirishima,” Bakugo panted, his fingers fumbling with the button on Kirishima’s pants. Annoyed that he wasn’t even trying to fight his best friend off of it, but how could he when it felt so good?

“What do you say I give you a little preview of what I want to do? Then we can talk about how we try to get (Y/n) on board?” Kirishima moved Bakugo’s boxers down. A smirk spread across his face at how Bakugo’s dick smacked up against his stomach. Bakugo groaned at the feeling of being free. Kirishima's face was leaning dangerously close to Bakugo’s again. Both of them licked their lips, before Bakugo finally became fed up, and slammed Kirishima’s face into his own. The kiss was rough, and sloppy. Both boys groaned at the release of tension from the past three years. Bakugo pulled back and started kissing down Kirishima’s jaw, his hands sneaking up underneath his shirt and dragging across his abs.

“Show me what you can do red, and then we can talk about what we are going to do with her for teasing us both so much.” Bakugo growled against Kirishima’s neck, before attaching his lips again. Kirishima groaned and took back control of their current position. Smirking at the thought of having both of you at once. All they needed to do was get you on board.

••••••••••••••

Their plan was a little more drawn out than either of them would have preferred. They needed to make sure this was what you wanted though. So their flirting and teasing just amped up. Now both of them were following you around during training, not even trying to hide how they looked at you. Both of them finding reasons to correct your stance, or just standing dangerously close to you.

You were constantly trying to fight off the warm feeling in your stomach. With each touch they gave you, or words of encouragement whispered in your ear. All your thoughts would constantly lead to a lewd place. Imagining how their praise would sound with you on your knees in front of them both and..

“Bakugo’s hot isn’t he?” Kirishima was standing directly behind you, his chest meeting your back, “I mean seriously I am going to lose my mind watching him train, in that damn hero costume,”

You froze completely.

What?

Did you hear that correctly?

“Then of course I have to keep my composure with you too, since you just had to choose the sluttiest costume you could think of,” Kirishima.. groaned? You hated the way you instinctively clenched your legs together at his words. Fighting back a moan as you felt him pushing himself against you even more. Your eyes went wide, looking around to make sure no one could see you two. Luckily though, for the both of you this just looked normal, Kirishima being this close to you.. Bakugo, though, took notice. Mostly due to the fact he could feel red and (y/e/c) eyes focused in on him. He let out a noise of disapproval, trying to hide how turned on he was becoming seeing the red head pushed up against you, with a blush across your face.

“My costume is great for my quirk and-”

“And I’m sure you can’t even wear underwear in this thing, I know for a fact you don’t wear a bra with it sometimes, I could see your nipples the other day,” Kirishima whispered lowly in your ear, and you smirked.. Happy that he took notice, “You’re torturing poor Bakugo, he was such a whiny mess that night when I had his cock in my mouth,”

Your smirk faded, and you let out a small whimper at the idea. The two of them together should not have turned you on as much as it did. Fuck it did though, you could feel yourself growing wet between your legs. You turned your head to look at Kirishima, who’s eyes were still focused on the blonde who was sparring with Midoriya.

“Shocking right? I mean look how confident and in charge he is right now, but trust me when I say that he completely comes undone as soon as I touch him,” Kirishima continued, casually stepping even closer into you, “And fuck do I love it, and judging by your breathing you do too,”

“Please, if anything Bakugo probably dominates you,” You meant for your voice to sound confident, and teasing. It came out as a broken whisper though, replaced with a quiet yelp when you felt his hand grip into your hip.

“Look at his neck when we are back in class, not like the pervert tries to hide the marks I left on him, I think he is actually kind of proud of them,” Kirishima whispered, before fully pulling away from you. Going to greet Bakugo who was now done. You stood there, your breathing uneven. Watching the two of them interact with one another. Bakugo actually blushing slightly at one point when Kirishima said something. Then both of them turned their gaze towards you, two sets of red eyes focused on you.

They were going to ruin you.

••••••

After your incident with Kirishima, all three of you were no longer being discreet towards one another. You decided to push them, and see how long it would take before they snapped. After all, the end of third year was approaching, so what a better way to end off this year. So your skirt was always a little more pulled up in front of them. Your workout clothes a little tighter. You constantly lingered in their sight when you were all training for your hero classes, making sure they always had good sight of you in the UA tracksuit, and in your hero costume.

Bakugo finally snapped when you stopped him after working out one day, asking for a bit of extra help:

“Hey, do you mind staying behind and helping me?” You smiled innocently at Bakugo, who just raised an eyebrow before nodding, “I just need a spotter, so I can get a few more lifts in,”

Bakugo was constantly turned on nowadays, thanks to Kirishima being a fucking asshole and coming into his room at night. Kirishima would tease him for hours, making out with him and rutting his hips against the blond’s relentlessly. He was always getting Bakugo off, but never let Bakugo return the favor. Bakugo felt like a little bitch, on the edge of begging Kirishima to let him touch him.. All he wanted was to hear the man come undone thanks to him.

You noticed he was barely paying attention to you, and took advantage of that. Setting the bar down, you pressed yourself up against him completely. Bakugo’s eyes snapping up to look at you in the mirror in front of the both of you. You made eye contact with him, as you slowly grabbed his hand and dragged it to your breast. His eyes practically fell out of his head when you made him squeeze your breast and threw your head back against his shoulder. Soft mewls left your lips as you guided his other hand to your other breast. Bakugo took the hint and began groping your breasts. Smirking as he watched your face full of pleasure in the mirror. He rested his chin on your shoulder, not taking his eyes off of you. Finally feeling in control of a situation again, until you reached your hand down your shorts. His movements stopped, as you began to rub the sensitive bud. Moans falling off your lips at the slight relief you could feel. You grinded your ass against his crotch, moaning slightly louder at the feeling of his erection against your ass. Bakugo was in absolute shock at the sight, but tried to move his hands down to your crotch. You stopped all of your movements though, and looked at him with a small smirk.

“If your hands move off my chest, I walk out of this room and we stop this,” Your voice was still as sweet as ever, but your plan was not. Bakugo growled, frustrated that yet again he didn’t have control over this situation.

“You little bitch,” Bakugo mumbled, but decided to grope your breasts again. Tweaking your nipples through your shirt, “At least give me a better look,”

You smirked at him.

“Sit down, please,” You smiled, and he complied. Sitting down on the mat with his legs spread. You kept your eyes on him in the mirror, as you slowly shed your shorts. Purposely bending down, right in his face, as you moved them down your legs. Bakugo almost went feral at the sight of your dripping cunt being pushed into his face. You didn’t give him the chance though, and quickly sat in between his legs. Bringing your knees up and spreading them, so he could see everything in the mirror. His hands snaked up your shirt, and pulled your breasts out of your sports bra. He began pulling and tugging on your nipples again. More moans coming from your mouth, as your hand went back down to your neglected area.

Bakugo watched in absolute awe as you rubbed your clit, moaning and panting at the feeling. His dick felt so strained in his pants, and all he wanted to do was touch you. On the other hand though, he was pretty sure he could watch you get yourself off for the rest of his life.

You could feel the coil in your stomach reaching it’s breaking point, the feeling of Bakugo stimulating your nipples adding into the pleasure. There was also the pure sinful feeling of him watching you, practically drooling as his eyes focused on you. So you held nothing back, and picked up your pace. Pushing yourself over the edge, before finally you felt the coil snap…

“Oh fuck, Kirishima,” You moaned, throwing your head back. Bakugo’s jaw dropped, groaning at the sound of you moaning out the other man’s name. That shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did, but fuck it did. He watched in awe as you came down from your high, pulling your fingers away as you were panting. You moved your fingers up to his lips, smirking as he eagerly took them into his mouth. Wrapping his lips around, and licking the two digits clean.

You didn’t say anything else to him, just got up, put your shorts back on, and readjusted your sports bra. You leaned down and kissed his cheek before making your way to the door.

“Oh, and Bakugo do tell Kirishima about this little moment,” You grinned, before exiting the gym. Leaving the blond sitting on the ground still in shock over what just happened. As he pulled out his phone and texted a certain redhead telling him he had a problem that he needed taking care of.

You felt over the moon after your little run in with Bakugo. Confidence soaring as you felt him and Kirishima watching you more intensely now. You knew Kirishima was more than likely pissed you took control of the little game it seemed he had started. So now all you had to do was get back at him.. And you sure did try. It was movie night in Sero’s dorm, but thanks to extra training sessions with All Might and Midoriya Bakugo couldn’t be there. So that left you and Kirishima alone with your other friends. Who all inevitably got high that night, you and Kirishima only taking small hits. Both of you constantly staring at one another.

Again, it wasn’t unusual for you and Kirishima to be physically close. So when you sat on his lap and pulled a blanket over the both of you that night when the movie started, and the lights were off.. Kaminari, Sero, and Mina paid no mind. Kirishima, though, gripped your thighs in a threatening manner. Finally understanding why you were just wearing your school uniform skirt with a crew neck… He could feel your bare cunt against his exposed thigh thanks to his athletic shorts.

“Watch yourself (Y/n), don’t go starting something you can’t finish,” Kirishima whispered into your ear, making sure the other three weren’t paying attention. All of them were too stoned out of their mind to even notice though.

“I had no issues finishing in front of Bakugo the other day,” You whispered back, watching as they all focused on the movie. Knowing all three of them were going to fall asleep soon enough, “Did he tell you? About how I played with my pussy right in front of him,”

Kirishima growled, his grip on your thigh getting tighter. Trying his best to not take his dick out and fuck you, to remind you who was running this show. When he imagined this, it was always you being the submissive one and Bakugo being the defiant one. That wasn’t the case though, Bakugo listened to every word Kirishima said now like it was law. Even if he had to put on a little show of defiance in front of everyone else. You were the one who was constantly being a tease, and even tortured his poor Bakugo the other day. So to say he was pissed, was an understatement.

“That wasn’t very nice you know, I haven’t let him touch me at all yet, so all you did was torture him even more,” Kirishima mumbled lowly into your ear. Watching as the other three had all dozed off, as they always did when they smoked on movie night. You turned yourself around though so you were facing him, “And then you went and moaned my name for the first time, without me there to hear it?”

“Who says it was the first time I have?” You whispered, looking at him innocently, “Do you know how many times I’ve touched myself wishing it was you and Bakugo?”

Kirishima let out another low growl.

“Dont say that too loud, I wouldn’t want them to hear you,” He mumbled, pulling you closer to his face. Before finally pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You sighed happily against his kiss, before remembering what your plan was. You moved your hips slightly, whimpering as you felt yourself rub against his thigh. He pulled away from the kiss, and watched in awe as you moved your hips. Biting back his own moan at the feeling of your slick rubbing over his thigh.

“Look at you, trying to get yourself off on my thigh, you really want this don’t you?” Kirishima groaned, reaching his hands behind you to place a firm grip against your ass. Guiding your hips even faster against his thigh.

“Mhm, want you so bad,” You placed your head in his shoulder, “Bakugo,”

The way you moaned his name, absolutely broke something inside of Kirishima. Any sense of self restraint gone. He dug his fingernails into your ass, dragging them slightly. Causing your movements to stop, as you lurched forward. Giving him the opportunity to move his hand to your cunt, teasing the hole slightly, before dipping his finger into you. His other hand quickly coming up and smacking over your mouth.

“If you moan loudly enough to wake up any of them, I will make you sit and watch Bakugo and I without being able to touch yourself,” Kirishima’s voice was low, as he continued fucking you with his fingers. Curling and scissoring them, until he finally find that gummy spot within you, pushing against it relentlessly. Your eyes squeeze shut, as you let out another strangled moan against his hand. Kirishima could already feel your walls clenching against him, as moved his fingers within you. The intense feeling was back in your stomach, but right as you were reaching the edge. Kirishima stopped what he was doing, pulling his fingers out of you. You let out a whine, and glared down at him.

“Go to Bakugo’s room, now.” Kirishima moved you off of him. The two of you snuck out of the room and hurriedly made your way to Bakugo’s. Kirishima knocked at the door, and shoved you through as soon as Bakugo opened it.

“What’s going on?” Bakugo was shocked to see you both, and even more shocked when Kirishima forcefully pushed you to lean against the desk. Your face was towards the wall, as he lifted up your skirt to expose you to the entire room. Bakugo looked towards the red head, who was calmly smiling at him.

“Look what she tried to do to me Bakugo,” Kirishima motioned to his shorts, that had a small wet spot from you, “The little tease thought movie night meant that she would be able to fuck herself on my thigh, while our friends slept innocently on the other side of the room,”

“Oh, did she now?” Bakugo smirked, stepping forward towards you. You tried to turn your head back around to look at them, but Kirishima forced your head forward.

“Yeah she did, so I fingered her until she was just about to cum all over my fingers, and then made her come here so you could help me remind her who’s in charge,” Kirishima’s hand rubbed over your ass cheek, before he gave it a quick smack. You yelped, lurching forward so your hips hit against the desk.

“Look at that fucking ass Kiri,” Bakugo muttered stepping even closer now, his hand going to the other side and giving that side a quick smack just as Kirishima had done. Both of them alternated smacking your ass, your eyes were still facing the wall, but you could hear the sounds of them making out with one another. Before they both took a step back again, admiring your ass.

“You should feel her little cunt Kats, those little silky walls, and I already know where that special spot is inside of her,” Kirishima groaned at the memory of feeling you clench around his fingers. His hands reached down, and spread your ass so Bakugo could get a better view. Both of them marvelled as they watched your hole flutter around nothing.

“(Y/n) are you that desperate to be fucked, look at you trying to clench something that isn’t even there?” Bakugo snarled, before taking his finger and reaching down to your clit. You moaned out, your hole fluttering again.

“Fuck,” You muttered, and both boys grinned at one another. Bakugo got on his knees, as Kirishima played with your ass, spreading your cheeks every so often. Bakugo watched for one more second, before finally dipping forward. Running his tongue up your slit, both you and Kirishima letting out a moan. You at the pleasure of his wet tongue rubbing against you, and Kirishima at the sight. He gave your ass another smack.

“You better let him know how good of a job he does on that little cunt, or you’re not cumming,” Kirishima snarled, before delicately running a hand through Bakugo’s hair. He gripped it, and held his grip as he pushed Bakugo’s face closer into you, “Do a good job on her Katsuki,”

You moaned again as Bakugo’s tongue pushed through your folds. Prodding and poking at you in all the right spots. Kirishima’s hand that wasn’t entangled in the blond locks, began rubbing at your clit again as Bakugo continued to fuck you with his tongue.

“Fuck, guys I’m going to cum,” You moaned out, which was followed by a whine as Kirishima pulled Bakugo’s head back. Bakugo let out a noise of complaint, and Kirishima gave you both a look of disapproval. Leaning down to kiss a pouting Bakugo, groaning at the taste of you across his lips.

“She doesn’t get to cum just yet, but you did so good,” Kirishima being so gentle and encouraging with Bakugo made you moan a little bit again. Both of them looking up at you again, “Both of you, knees, now.”

You and Bakugo listened to him, watching as Kirishima pulled his shorts down. Both of you were drooling as you looked at the length and thickness of his dick. A small tuft of black hair at the base of it. Neither of you wasted any time, Bakugo was more eager than you to take his length in his mouth. Kirishima threw his head back at the feeling, and you just watched in awe as Bakugo sucked him off. Before Bakugo pulled your head forward, kissing you right in front of Kirishima’s dick. He watched happily as the two of you began making out. Finally getting impatient he was being neglected, he redirected your guy’s attention towards his dick again. You gave a lick along the base, as Bakugo began cupping his balls. Moans left Kirishima’s mouth endlessly, as the two of you worked on him.

“Fuck, you two are so good, so fucking good,” Kirishima groaned, watching you both intensely, his hand raking through his hair. Both boys’ eyes went wide as you did your best to take him entirely in your mouth, gagging slightly as he hit the back of your throat.

“(Y/n) you’re so fucking pretty, look at you taking him like a good little slut,” Bakugo groaned, the submissive personality disappearing when he spoke to you. He reached his hand down and began rubbing your clit again. Grinning as you let out a moan that vibrates against Kirishima, causing him to let out a groan at the same time. Bakugo continued going on you, dipping a finger into you, and moving at a fast pace. Trying to get you to hit your high, willing to deal with Kirishima’s punishment later. You let out another moan, trying your best to keep pleasuring Kirishima, as Bakugo added another finger. Finally curling his fingers the right way to find that spongy spot inside of you. After being taken to the edge two times, that was all it took for you to be pushed over the edge. You completely fell apart on his fingers, Kirishima’s dick falling out of your mouth, as you let out moans. Both boys feeling themselves twitch at the sounds.

“Bed. Right now.” Kirishima growled, grabbing you both. Bakugo sat down on the bed, Kirishima kissing him roughly as he pulled down Bakugo’s pajama pants and boxers. Kiri’s hand reached out to you, pulling you in gently, “You think you can take him, pretty girl?”

You looked down at Bakugo’s impressive length. Nodding your head slightly, not completely sure if either of them would even fit inside you. You could barely get Kirishima in your mouth as it is. Kirishima pulled your face towards him, kissing you gently. His tongue slipped into your mouth, instantly taking control, you moaned into the kiss. Bakugo began rubbing himself, watching the two of you make out. Kirishima sat down on the bed next to his best friend, pulling you on top of him. You moaned as you felt him position himself at your entrance. You were convinced you were going to split in half as he slid you down on top of him.

“Fuck (Y/n), you’re so fucking tight,” Kirishima groaned, throwing himself backwards, pulling you into his chest. His hips continued to thrust up into you, both of you letting out strings over moans and cuss words. You sat up again, moving your hips against him, all while trying to pull your sweatshirt over your head. Bakugo helped you, coming up behind you, his hands went to your chest almost automatically. Grabbing at your boobs through your bra, before he unclipped it in the back, letting them fall out. Leaving you in nothing but the skirt, that was tickling Kirishima’s stomach as you continued to ride him. The pace was slow and sensual, him enjoying watching Bakugo grope your tits, pulling at your nipples harshly. His boner pressed right against your back.

“You look so pretty on Kiri’s dick,” Bakugo mumbled in your ear, his hands going to your hips as he began to help you pick up the pace, “Like the little slut you’ve seem to be lately,”

All you could do was moan in response.

“She has been a little slut Kats,” Kirishima groaned from beneath you, “I think we should teach her what happens, when she wants to act like a whore,”

His hips thrusted up to meet yours, his dick roughly hitting against your cervix.

“I think you’re right, anyone could have walked into that gym and say you fucking yourself on your fingers,” Bakugo snarled, shoving you back down into Kirishima’s chest. Kirishima took the opportunity to take back control of the pace, moving himself quicker against you with deeper strokes.

“Kaminari, Mina, and Sero could’ve seen you grinding yourself against my thigh tonight,” Kirishima growled, giving your ass yet another smack, you moaned out again, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

All you could do was moan in response. This time Bakugo smacked your ass.

“He asked you a fucking question, unless you wanted someone else to see this pretty little pussy?” Bakugo gave you another smack, and you let out a small Yelp.

“No, no, only you two,” You finally formed the words, “Only want you two,”

Kirishima smirked, and looked over your shoulder at Bakugo.

“Kats, I think she needs us both,” He smirked, “What do you think baby, you think you could let Bakugo fuck that cute ass of yours,”

You let out a small whimper at the thought. Could you handle them both inside of you? The idea caused you to clench around Kirishima, and he groaned again.

“Shit, give a verbal answer pretty girl,”

“Mhm,” You mumbled, pressing your face into Kirishima’s neck, “Please,”

“Oh look at you begging for it now,” Bakugo knelt down, coming face to face with your untouched hole, waiting for confirmation from Kirishima that it was okay.

“Remember to prep her Kats,” Kirishima paused his movements, letting himself sit inside of you, you groaned at the pause in friction. You tried to move yourself, but that just earned you another quick smack to the ass, “You can be patient till Katsuki is inside you too,”

Bakugo dipped his fingers down to where your slick was pooling at the base of Kirishima’s dick. He gathered some of it on his fingers before paying attention to your asshole. You moaned loudly as you felt him press against the tight hole. Letting out a whimper when he pushed a finger inside.

“If it hurts just-”

“I can feel her cunt tightening around me, trust me she loves it,” Kirishima moaned, his breathing a little heavy. He gently began rubbing his hands up and down your thigh, whispering sweet words of encouragement into your ear. Eventually your whimpers turned into moans, and then Bakugo added another finger. Gently moving his fingers, trying to stretch you out so taking him would be easier. Kirishima pulled himself out of you, and you whined at the loss of him inside of you. Bakugo knew what he was trying to hint at, and excitedly thrust himself inside of you.

“Oh fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” Bakugo smirked, “Good, it’ll make it so much easier for me to help Kirishima keep you completely full,”

Bakugo snapped his hips into you, roughly. Loving the feeling of your walls clenching against him. You felt another orgasm slowly building up, and almost went over the edge as he moved the two fingers that were in your other hole.

“Slow down Bakugo, before you make her cum again,” Kirishima growled, the sweet voice was gone yet again. Bakugo stopped his movements, before pulling out of you slowly, you let out a cry at the disappointing feeling of him no longer inside of you.

“I think she’s ready, if you are,” Bakugo looked down at Kirishima who nodded. Bakugo placed Kirishima’s tip back in your entrance, all three of you groaning as Kirishima slid back into you. Kirishima sat still, as Bakugo lined himself up at the entrance of your asshole, “If it is too much, tell me and I stop,”

As he pushed himself into you, a small scream came from your mouth, which was swallowed up as Kirishima kissed you. Trying to stop you from making too much noise. The last thing he needed was for any of your classmates to catch you three like this.

“Your squeezing the shit out of me (Y/n), I just need you to relax, I’m almost in,” Bakugo groaned, before finally he bottomed out in you, “I am going to start moving,”

Bakugo pulled back a little bit, before thrusting into you with shallow movements. Kirishima moved his hips slightly too. You were convinced that you were falling apart, completely overwhelmed. Both boys began to slowly meet the same pace, syncing their movements together. Kirishima reached his hand out to grab Bakugo’s, intertwining their fingers as they both fucked you. Your mind was going foggy, and you reached your hand down to start rubbing at your clit. Trying to reach your high again. Both boys moaned when they felt your walls flutter against the two of them. It didn’t take long for you to finally start reaching the peak again.

“Are you going to cum pretty girl?” Kirishima groaned, feeling his own high coming up quickly, “Is the feeling of two cocks fucking you, going to push you over the edge?”

“Yes, yes,” You moaned, picking up the pace on your clit.

“Show him how your little cunt feels when you are coming undone baby girl, felt so fucking nice against my fingers earlier,” Bakugo thrust into you a little harder, “Fuck Kirishima I’m not going to last much longer if she keeps squeezing me like this,”

“In me please,” You moaned, your mind still foggy and barely aware of what you were saying.

“You hear that Bakugo, she wants you to fill up that little asshole of hers,” Kiri was grinning like a mad man, “What about me baby, you want me to cum in you too? Want us to make a mess of you?”

“Yes, fuck, please,” You moaned, that coil finally snapping in your stomach as you came undone against their dicks, you tried to moan out their names but they just slurred together. It took a few more thrusts before both boys were groaning, their dicks twitching inside of you as they both let out their release. Bakugo paused inside of you, before gently pulling out. Whispering a small “fuck” as he did, before helping you off Kirishima. Both boys stood in front of you, watching in awe as all three of your guys’ cum mixed together on your skirt. Kirishima rushed to the bathroom, you could hear the water turn on, and he came back with a washcloth, wiping you gently before the mess could get on Bakugo’s bed.

“Oi, shitty hair, put her in these,” Bakugo tossed Kirishima a pair of sweats, and a t-shirt. After gently removing your skirt, and putting the clothes on you, Kirishima shifted you around so he was laying against the wall and you were tucked in his chest.

“Kats, c’mhere,” Kirishima whined slightly, and Bakugo huffed.

“Dont act like a fucking cry baby now, I’m coming,” Bakugo crawled in next to you on the other side. Kissing Kirishima, and then kissing your cheek before snuggling into you. Kirishima’s arm reached over and gently played with the blond’s hair, as Bakugo hummed quietly against you, tracing small patterns on your arm.

“Guys, what the fuck just happened?” You finally laughed, shocking both of them as giggles fell off your lips. The pair looked at each other, before laughing with you.

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