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

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

Episode-PROLOGUE| Episode-Deku| Episode- Bakugou

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Now playing- Episode: Todoroki

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

(Flashback)

“Y/N please let’s talk about this!”

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

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

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

He was silent.

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s not what I said-”

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

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

(Flashback end)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What made you build her?” asked Izuku. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God the things I’d do to her-”

“You and me both dude.”

“I can’t wait to bed her over and-”

“Good night, Y/N.”

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

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

“It’s not much, but-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Setting up!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, someone’s outside your door.”

“Huh?” you looked up at your screen. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You kept my shirt?”

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

“Y/N...” Shoto began. “Can we talk?”

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

“I never cheated on you...”

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

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

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

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

“How could I forget...” you huffed.

Flashback

“Need help with that?”

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

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

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

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

“Oh, really? I didn’t hear th-”

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

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

“From who?”

“My conscious.”

“What?” you went wide eyed.

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

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

(End Flashback)

...

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

“Well, things change.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wonder what?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shoto was telling the truth...

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

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

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

You felt your soul start to ache. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um....mhm.” you sheepishly nodded.

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

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

“Let me show you~”

... To be continued (Coming Soon)

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

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[fantasies2paper]

Sweet Treat

"Kiri you have to keep it in the bowl!!" I cried out as my best friend lifted the powered mixer out of the cake batter. The tasty sweet batter splattered all over the both of us and the small kitchen before he finally hit the switch.

"Ah, damn!" He chuckled and licked fresh batter off his finger. "I told you I've never done this before! I'll help you clean up, y/n!"

My laughter abruptly stopped and I placed a hand on my hip. "Excuse me? You were definitely helping before this mess too, mister."

"I was going to think about it." He replied honestly and my mouth fell open.

Before he could say anything else stupid, I picked up a spoonful of the icing I had planned on putting on the cake and flung the sugary concoction at him, smacking him on his cheek and neck. A snort of laughter left my mouth before I could cover my mouth with my hands. 

"Acci-Accident." I stammered through a fit of giggles before I let out a scream as he ran towards me. I tried to make it around the kitchen table but his hand closed around my arm and he pulled me toward him. There must have been batter on the floor because we both lost our footing. Kiri managed to cushion our fall before rolling us over and pinning me beneath him.

"Hey! This isn't fair!" I cried out as I squirmed beneath him. "You're too heavy for this now!"

As kids we had played around like this all the time. He'd pin me and I'd throw him off, proving I was better than he was. Now as I struggled I realized exactly how much bigger he was. It was suddenly much hotter in the small space than I remembered it being.

The hard lines of his arms bulged as he flexed his hands around my wrists. His hard chiseled body on top of my own seemed to taunt me as I began to wonder what he felt like. At some point he'd ended up between my legs, where he fit so perfectly my breath caught in my throat. The sharp line of his jaw was so close to my lips and I saw the cake batter and icing that was splattered on his arms, neck and lips. 

I watched his lips, desperately trying not to lick the batter there. I decided looking at his lips would surely get me into trouble so my gaze drifted up to his red eyes. I was surprised to discover he'd been watching me just as intensely.

"You've got something…" he said, his voice trailing off to look at my lips.

My lips parted as I willed myself to start breathing again. My hips lifted slightly of their own accord, pressing his growing member more firmly against my sweet spot. A low growl bubbled in Kiri's throat at the movement, his eyes darkening.

His tongue flicked out, licking batter off the line of my jaw. I shivered at the touch, imagining other places his tongue could touch before licking some of the sweet treat away from the corner of his mouth. The f/f flavored cake mixed with the taste of his skin was delicious and I wanted more.

Kiri's lips captured mine in a hot kiss, his tongue fighting mine for dominance and his hips pressing more firmly into me. He greedily swallowed my throaty moans of pleasure. I lifted my hips to meet his grinding movements, groaning in frustration at all the barriers between us.

"Kiri…" I whimpered softly against his lips. "More."

Kiri sat up and pulled his shirt off, the hard lines of muscle making my mouth go dry. His eyes glanced over at the counter and he grinned at me before reaching for the bowl of icing. Placing the bowl on the floor he looked down at my still clothed body.

"I wanna see you, y/n." He breathed. The button up shirt I had worn didn't stand a chance. He closed his teeth around one of the buttons and bit it off, the plastic disc clattering to the floor as he spit it out. He moved on to the next one, repeating the process and his gaze never left mine. The warm puffs of his breath on my exposed skin left me squirming before he got to the last button.

Kiri dipped his finger into the bowl and placed a dot on each nipple, the buds hardened instantly at his touch. Then a small curve under my chest.

"Did you just draw a smiley face?" I giggled in disbelief, smiling up at his handsome face.

Kiri smiled toothily at me before dipping his head down and swirling his tongue around my nipple. I gasped softly, my hands moving towards his hair. I arched my back as he grazed his teeth across my nipple with the perfect amount of pressure, pulling an embarrassing moan from my throat.

He released my nipple and glided his tongue across the smile, heading towards the other peak. His sucked the other nipple into his mouth and it felt like the feeling went straight to my sex. Every tug, nibble, and lick made me ache with need. I felt his icing covered finger, glide down my belly to the tops of my leggings and my body shivered.

"I gotta clean up my mess, y/n." Kiri teased as he caught my eye. He nibbled his way to the icing then proceeded to take slow languid licks, driving me crazy in the process. He sucked roughly at the trail of icing on my skin, low moans falling from my lips when his teeth nipped at my body. "Good enough to eat, pebble."

My breath caught in my throat as he ran his tongue along the waistband of my bottoms. He continued his way down, only thin fabric seperated my core and his sinful mouth. He buried his face between my legs, ferally growling and digging his fingers into my hips.

"Oh my god, pebble." He groaned as he nuzzled my core again. "I don't wanna hurt you but... fuck... I don't know if i can keep up this slow pace." He dragged his tongue along my covered slit, balling the fabric of my pants into his fists. "I need to taste you right now."

"I'm a big girl, Kiri." I panted, fighting the haze in my brain long enough to speak coherently and I locked eyes with him. "Break me, baby."

The glint in his eyes was the only warning I had before he grabbed my leggings at the seam and ripped them off. I had no time to react before his mouth covered my core, the vibrations from his moans making me loudly cry out his name. Kiri's tongue teased my folds before sucking my clit into his mouth, his hands gripping me tighter as if my body was a meal and he was starving.

I lifted my hips against the onslaught of his tongue and mouth, grinding against his face. He growled his approval and nipped at my clit making me scream his name before I came so hard I thought I saw stars. He lapped up my juices, slowly as if savoring everything I gave him, before pulling away from me after he confirmed he didn't break me.

I heard the buckle on his jeans and looked at him. I bit my lip at the sight before me. His back was pressed against the cabinet, his chest bare. One of his hands was splayed on the floor, the other firmly gripped his thick cock. It stood at attention, thick and hard as a rock. The tip was an angry red and I could see it glisten as his thumb brushed over the precum that gathered there. My mouth suddenly felt very dry.

I licked my lips as I watched Kiri dip his finger in that damn icing again. He watched me with his red eyes, dark with lust, and drew a line from the base of his cock to the tip.

"Come get it, y/n." His voice was heavy with desire and I was transfixed at the sight of him licking the remaining icing off of this finger.

I sat up and crawled over to him, my eyes never leaving his. I knew I wouldn't have half the patience he had during my torture but I would do my best. I licked the icing off his cock before sliding him fully in my mouth. The saltiness of his precum and the sweetness from the icing mingled into the tastiest thing I'd ever had in my mouth. I moaned around his length, sliding him as far into my mouth as I could.

"Fuck, pebble." He hissed through clenched teeth. He was gripping the lip of the counter above him, his arm flexing with the force of his grip. 

I swallowed around his cock, wondering if I could break his control like he was going to break that counter. The growl that left him sent a fresh wave of desire through me. I dragged my nails down his thighs and bobbed my head up and down, swirling my tongue around the tip before sucking him back inside of my hot mouth.

I heard a thud as his head fell back, knocking against the cabinet as his pants grew feral and loud. Kiri had given up his hold on the counter, both of his hands tangled in my hair with a firm grip. I dragged my teeth lightly against his shaft as I slid him back into my mouth, moaning as he slid down my throat.

"Y/n, fuck, don't you fucking swallow!" he growled out. My name was strained leaving his mouth and it was the only warning I had before hot sticky strands of his cum filled my mouth. I continued to suck the tip, milking every last drop out his cock as he growled from the over stimulation. He pulled me off his cock using the firm grip he had on my hair making me moan with the mouthful of cum that I had in my mouth. "I'm going to fuck you with this unbreakable cock. Then I'm going to shove my knot so deep inside this hot body and fill you up with so much of my cum you're gonna have my pup."

I nearly drooled at his words and flavor. I had never felt more turned on as he pulled me closer, his hands guiding my hips until I straddled his thick cock. The tip grazed my folds, pulling a wanton moan from my lips as I gripped his shoulders for support. He rubbed the head back and forth through my soaked folds as I whimpered around the mouthful of his cum.

"Show it to me, pebble." He growled, his voice becoming deeper as he activated his quirk. I could feel his body become bigger and harder, the anticipation making my juices flow freely down his length. I opened my mouth, a mix of my drool and his cum sliding down my chin when he inched inside of me. "You're so fucking sexy like this, y/n. So needy for me and so damn obedient like a good girl." He went in another inch. "Swallow it all, baby."

I swallowed his cum as he seated the rest of his cock deep inside my body until I felt impossibly full. He leaned forward and licked the line of my jaw and cleaned the mess off my chin. The sight of him licking that small amount of his cum sent me into a spiral. His hand tightened on the back of my neck as I clamped down around him.

He rocked my hips with his other hand and the motion of him moving inside me making me dizzy with pleasure, as my eyes glazed over and my mouth fell open. His feral growls only heightened my desire, my nails digging into his shoulder. 

"Oh my god, Kiri." I whined almost incoherently. "Fuck. Kiri!"

He had lifted my body slightly, giving himself room to pound up, harder and faster. I buried my face in his neck and bit him hard, making him growl louder and piston his hips faster. My moans grew louder as he used my body, his hand bruising my hip and the back of my neck deliciously.

"You like that fat unbreakable cock don't you, pebble?" He growled as he pounded me. "Cum for daddy, baby shark."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I came with a scream, squirting all over his cock and too turned on to be embarrassed about making a mess. My head rolled to the side as I shivered from the aftershocks of pleasure, clamping down around his cock involuntarily. Kiri took the opportunity to drag his teeth along the side of my neck.

"Mine." He growled softly before biting down on my neck and thrusting deep inside of me, his knot stretching me almost to the point of pain. The feeling sent me spiraling head first into another orgasm, spasms rocking my body as I felt his cock twitch against my cervix while he came inside me. My body was so sensitive I could almost feel the hot strands coat my insides. 

Our bodies were covered in sweat and sugar as we sat there, catching our breaths and enjoying the closeness. His body shook softly as he chuckled.

"What?" I asked sleepily, my eyes drifting closed.

"We should make cake more often." 

I laughed softly and closed my eyes, thinking about all the cake in my near future.

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[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓♥️🌶 ┊”henny n’ coke, baby” + BKG ꒱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou x you #gochujang #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugo katsuki #katsukibakugo #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader smut #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo smut #bakugo fic #bakugo x yn #bakugo x you #bakugo x self insert #katsuki bakugou x female reader #katsuki bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugou x you #katsuki bakugou smut #master list #peaches writes #peaches fics #katsukiizmoon #katsuki bakugo smut #katsuki bakugo fanfiction

[ao3feed-izch]

What Would Mha characters do during (Here)

by HoneyyBunn

This book is a one-shot book full of wholesome and slightly unwholesome content. Any character, any ship (No minor x adult or crimes)! This is also a reader insert book so feel free to give y/n prompts!

Words: 116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka, Asui Tsuyu, Uraraka Ochako, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Ashido Mina, Iida Tenya, Aoyama Yuuga, Ojiro Mashirao, Kouda Kouji, Satou Rikidou, Shouji Mezou, Sero Hanta, Tokoyami Fumikage, Hagakure Tooru, Mineta Minoru, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri (My Hero Academia), Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Reader, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Manga & Anime, Fan Comics, Sad, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Lemon, Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hugs, Oneshot Prompts Challenge, Late Night Conversations, Sleepy Cuddles, Morning Cuddles, Sleepy Kisses

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52543363

#ao3feed #dekuraka #izch #izuku midoriya #izuocha #ochako uraraka #ochadeku #auto

[ratsoks]

requesting rules / boundaries | bnha

when i say that requests are closed, that means that no requests will be taken at that time. it may be because i'm overwhelmed, i have too many, i have something going on in my life, or i'm just plain burnt out / facing writer's block. please be patient for updates and wait for your request to come out—i have requests open on my quotev as well.  who i'll write for : 

midoriya izuku / villain deku 

bakugou katsuki 

kirishima eijirou 

todoroki shouto 

kaminari denki 

tsuyu asui 

shinsou hitoshi 

tamaki amajiki 

mirio togata 

nejire hado 

aizawa shouta 

toga himiko 

todoroki touya / dabi 

miruko 

fatgum  who i won't write for :

any minor character from class 1-A 

most of the pro heroes 

a majority of the league of villains

u.a. teachers 

anyone from class 1-B 

requesting and boundaries : 

requests will be closed and opened overtime depending on my mental state 

please be polite when requesting 

i will write non x readers, but no character x character 

no major smut / nsfw / lemons 

there was that one villain deku one shot that i wrote, but that is the extent of what i will write—no in-depth sex scenes will be written 

keep in mind i have my own schedule and my own time when i can write, so requests will take a certain amount of time to get out 

i also have requests on my tumblr that i will post on here but i decided that i have literally no inspiration for bnha right now, so that's why i'm opening requests :)) 

MAKE SURE YOU CHECK WHO I WRITE FOR BEFORE YOU REQUEST!! :) 

#requests #bnha #requesting boundaries #requesting guidelines #requesting rules #requesting info #jamie's posts #:)

[kacchaneatsass]

D,F,K,O,for kirishima with the nsfw alphabet please 😁🙂🤗😘 hope you day/night is great

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Always wanted to have sex with you in his hero costume. He loves the idea of roleplaying you as a random civilian and him being able to pick you up as a hero. Never says anything because he thinks you may get the wrong idea and think he wants to leave you for a random civilian.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Mating press. Holy shit, he just loves feeling in charge of you and loves being able to see your face

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage

Roleplaying

Bdsm

Breath play

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

No real preference, but loves giving because he knows that people often refuse to go down on their s/o and he doesn't want you to think he's that kinda guy

#bnha uncovered #ollie speaks #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader lemon #kirishima ejirou #mha kirishima #kirishima x reader #mha x reader #lemon #smut #bnha x reader lemon #bnha x reader smut #mha x reader smut #mha x reader lemon

[kalieros]

Thinking about slightly frustrated, needy dom Kirishima making you take his cock before he leaves to go to work in the morning. He comes home, night after night so late from pro hero work and collapses next to you in the bed. Most nights you’re already sound asleep from your busy day. The mornings are full of busy schedules as well - never a break in the cycle of working, eating, sleeping, and barely making time for little dinner-movie dates on the couch.

But every morning before he leaves he considers just taking what he wants. Most people think he’s a nice guy, and he is! Truly - but those sneaky little thoughts creep in when he sees you every night, legs splayed out on the mattress, half naked and begging for his touch. He knows you wouldn’t mind. What wouldn’t daddy’s little girl do to make him happy? And this morning is no exception.

Instead of kissing you goodbye as usual, Kiri takes out his length and begins to stroke it, biting his lip as he takes in your beautiful form. He smooths over your thighs, admiring the way your body looks in the sun-kissed light of the morning. He knows what he’s about to do is a little wrong but he can’t help but slide his hand over his now dripping length again, one more time, groaning.

He slides one hand up your thigh, catching the weight of your hips and ass as he follows it up and over to your waist. Groping at your chest he leans in, sliding the slippery tip of his pretty mushroom cock against your bottom lip. You were just waiting for him, so perfect with your mouth hanging open against the pillow. He begins to rut against your lip, grunting and panting as he continues to jack his hand up and down. He moans your name softly as he hears you stir and continues to grab at your ass and soft curves, eyes closing in ecstasy.

It’s just been so long since he’s had your lips around him! As you blink open your pretty little eyes and peer up at him he lets go of his cock and takes your chin in his hand. “Kiri-“ you managed to breath but he shushes you and ever so desperately glides his hard, heavy length into your sweet little mouth, a long, low growl dragging out with the motion. Oh, why didn’t he do this sooner?

You graciously take him in your mouth, still laying sideways on the bed but now taking inch after fat inch of him in and along your tongue. Kiri loves the way he can feel his length as he holds your chin, sliding his calloused hand down your throat as he bites his lip, afraid he’ll crack too soon. He groans, looking down at your sleepy, gorgeous eyes beginning to roll back and glisten with tears and moans, “that’s it. That’s my girl.”

#kirishima x reader #kirishima drabble #kirishima eijirou #kirishima mha #mha #bnha #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #slight daddy kink #slight somno #dom kirishima #kirishima x you #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x reader smut #kirishima eijiro x reader #lemon #my hero academia #slight dubcon #idk what this is but take it #have at it #what even is this #a drabble? #kiriskali #kaliwriteskiri #thank you guy for the love!!!. #tw: somnophilia #somnophilia

[fantasydaydreamers]

"The Real Thing: Side Story" Kirishima x Reader

Summary: This story takes place as the famous best friend pov who is in love with Pro-Hero Red Riot. It's preferred to read PART 1 for more context, but can be read as a stand-alone.

Words: 3,350

Warnings: Lemon

Authors Note: This fic was a lonngggggg time coming... but I'm back bby!!!

*A few months ago*

"Oh. My. God! I got Red Riot meet-and-greet tickets!" Unable to contain your excitement, you scream into the phone to your best friend. Overflowing with happiness, you dance around your room, squealing and laughing at the VIP ticket in your hand.

"Mm...and how did you manage to do that?" The amused tone coming through the receiver had another wave of accomplishment flow through you as you smugly collapsed on your bed.

"I camped the website until they went live~"

The line was silent and you could picture your best friend shaking their head, but smiling, at the same time. "Do you think he'll remember you?"

The thought had your pulse quickening and another goofy smile gracing your lips. "Hehe~ I hope so! I met him enough times now that I think I've made an impression!"

"Yeah...your idea of an 'impression' is shamelessly flirting with him while there's a line of people behind you waiting their turn and turning that man into a stuttering mess! He's probably scared of you!"

The thought made you pout and think for a minute. "I don't come on too strong...and I don't just flirt! I tell him how he's such a great hero and how I admire his work ethic...his morals...his muscles..."

"Whoop there it is."

"Ok, so I compliment him! There's nothing wrong with a little admiration."

"Admiration she says..." Your best friend muses, not believing your innocence for a second. "So what are you planning on doing this time?"

Collapsing on your bed, ideas start forming in your head of what impression you could possibly make on Red Riot this time. "Hm...I already pulled out all of my best stops."

"Yikes...and you still don't have him?"

"Shut it."

Your best friend laughs loudly through the receiver making you roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. "Listen, I got to go get ready for work but let me know what happens. When is the meet-and-greet anyways?"

Checking the ticket still in your hand, you snort. "Tomorrow at 1 p.m."

"Time is running out (Y/n)~ better woo him by tomorrow or he'll forever think your one crazy-obsessed fan." Your best friend sang teasingly.

"One more remark and I'm going to tell him I have a friend who is obsessed with his best friend that gets off on calling his fans 'dumbasses.' Then I'm going to show him the picture I took of you in front of the cardboard cut-out of Dynamite bending over-"

"OKAY, FINE!...I hate you."

"Love you too! I'll let you know how everything goes!" Exchanging goodbyes, both of you hang up and you're left staring at the ceiling wondering what you can do to catch his attention.

~*~*~*~*

The lines for the meet-and-greet were long, some people dressed in Red Riot cosplays while others held merch for him to sign. Excitement and anxiousness clouded the air as people waited for the event to start. The VIP ticket in your hand felt like a lifeboat with the way you bypassed the long lines and into a much shorter one where only a handful of people waited.

Being the first ones to go, you were also lucky to have a little more time to meet with Red Riot before it was the general admissions turn. Purposely being the last one in line, you watch as a security guard pulls the curtain aside and let the first person through.

They're starting. 

It wasn't your first time meeting Red Riot, but like every other time before meeting him, butterflies erupt in your stomach. Something about him just made your heart race. Seeing how kind he was towards civilians and wanting to do his best at every given opportunity while still being humble...it was so attractive. Yeah, so what if you maybe overly complimented him the past few times?

He needs to understand that the golden retriever mentality is too fucking MUCH for your ovaries.

The line slowly gets shorter as you shuffle your way closer, glancing down at your outfit to make sure everything looked okay. It wasn't anything special, but your clothes hugged your body perfectly and accentuated what you had to offer. You check your reflection on your phone quickly, just as the person in front of you walked behind the curtain making your heart flutter in excitement.

Makeup and hair done to perfection--you looked hot.

Putting your phone away the guard comes toward you and takes your ticket before pulling the curtain aside. Your breath caught in your throat seeing Red Riot laugh and say something in response to the person who was just in front of you as they leave through the exit. Once they're gone, Red Riot turns to you and it feels as if the rest of the closed-off room faded away.

His red irises pulled you in and you almost didn't catch them widening in realization. It was cute walking up to him, his cheeks already dusted pink.

"Hi again." You softly speak out, routined behavior from your past meetings: nervous at first, but then leaving him a stuttering mess. Fun times.

"Hey, (Y/n)," Red Riot lets outs out a breathless laugh, shaking his head, "you're dedicated that's for sure."

Hearing him remember your name had your heart soaring. Trying to fight your own blush, you shrug your shoulders, grinning up at him innocently. "Are you saying you don't enjoy my visits? I quite look forward to talking with you and then getting a hug all wrapped up in those strong, sexy-"

Red Riot lets out a choked cough, his face turning an even brighter shade of red and you quickly drop the subject. "That reminds me! I wanted to ask you a question about your quirk if that's okay?"

He nodded for you to continue, still embarrassed.

"So exactly how hard can you get? Like do you have any limitations?" The innocent gaze you wore didn't take away the implication of your words, Red Riot staring at you in shock, but with heavy eyes.

"U-um well, I have come across a few villains that put up a fair fight that definitely made me push myself to the limit..." He laughs hesitantly and puts both of his fists together in his famous Red Riot pose.

You hum, knowing that he was being humble again. You see the security guard off to the side motion for you two to wrap it up so general admission can start. Leaning closer, you gaze up at him in awe.

"Well, I think you push yourself to do your best every day and that's something I really admire about you. Limitations or not, you're so strong, mentally and physically, to do what you do and I just want to say thank you." Genuine with your words, you can see Red Riot's gaze soften as he raised his hand to rub the back of his head, embarrassed again.

"I...thank you, (Y/n). That means a lot." His voice was soft as he stared at you with a new fondness. The security guard begins walking over to you two and you step forward with your arms out, wanting a hug.

Red Riot pulls you in and you just about melted against him. You would think it would be like hugging a brick wall, being pressed against rock-hard abs and crushed by armed muscles, but it was warm and gentle. Comforting.

Suppressing a sigh, you lean up to whisper in his ear.

"I bet I can get you harder than your quirk."

The arms around you tighten and you feel a stutter of breath against your neck making you shiver. Pulling away from the hug, you're shocked to see Red Riot staring at you with a lidded gaze, his face red but it looked like embarrassment wasn't the only thing he was feeling.

Walking towards the exit, you call over your shoulder to him, feeling his gaze burn holes into your back.

"Until next time, hot stuff!"

~*~*~*~*

*Present day*

Who knew 'next time' would be a week later, after the announcement of the Pro-Hero sex toys, outside Xrotica. You watch from a distance as your best friend exchanges heated words with Dynamite, feeling happy for her. After buying Red Riot and Ground Zero's toys, you had planned to approach Red Riot and tease him again, knowing that him being here was probably more humiliating than anything. It was always worth it to see how you could color-match his cheeks to his hair.

Surprisingly he walked up to you first just as you turn to look at him. "I decided to take you up on your offer." Red Riot grins, showing off his shark teeth. Him being forward for once was enough to feel your cheeks flame, not used to this confident side--outside hero work.

"Hm? What offer? I have offered you a lot." Trying to regain your composure, you tilt your head to the side teasingly. Red Riot steps up closer and grabs the hand that was holding your purchase.

"Do you really think you can get me harder than my own quirk," he asks, his voice huskier than usual. The look in his eyes was the same one he gave you when you left last time and you knew you weren't imagining things. He did find you attractive, though you wanted to laugh out loud for having that pick-up line work.

Without missing a beat you drop your bag and lean on your toes to reach his ear, grabbing his bare muscular arms for support, "I know I can."

"I think you already have." Red Riot admits huskily while flushing, your forward and bubbly nature already holding a place in his heart. Shaking his head slightly he leans back and stares into your red face. Oh ho, were you embarrassed? Not used to this reaction from you, Red Riot's grin turns into a smirk as his hands slowly move from your waist to your ass, squeezing lightly. "What about everything else? You are so bold to tell me these things. Are you going to show me everything you implied, (Y/n)?" Red Riot leans in to place a soft kiss on your lips, lingering briefly before pulling back.

Static radiated across your body from the kiss, your nerves feeling as if they were set on fire. "Make me regret buying that fake thing then." You whisper pulling back from the brush of his lips, your eyes meeting his, a silent promise being made.

"Come home with me."

~*~*~*~*

The two of you stumbled through the doorway in a flurry, grasping at each other desperately. Mouths and teeth clashed in a hurry as well, not getting enough of one another. Your hands ran the length of his arms and back, wanting to be crushed and pinned down by them. As if reading your mind, a startled gasp leaves you as you're picked up off the ground.

The gasp quickly turns into a moan as Kirishima backs you against a wall, your legs tightening around him. He breaks the kiss, panting harshly, as he trails his lips down your jaw and down your neck, pulling another broken sound from your throat. His sharp teeth grazed a sensitive spot that had you jerking in reflex, grinding against his hard cock.

Your movements pulled a low moan from Kirishima, his hips moving on their own, rocking you into the wall with every grind. "Fuck-" He nibbled at your neck before kissing his way back up to your lips. "Take your shirt off for me, babe."

The husky plea had you shuddering as you did what he said. This was everything you could've ever imagined and the fact that the was real had your mind feeling hazy with lust.

The Red Riot toy be damn.

With your top carelessly thrown to the side, Kirishima hikes you up further on the wall, his arms now resting under your thighs as he kisses along your chest, marking his way down to your right nipple. You shudder at the hickies being placed everywhere while also being hyperaware of him carrying your body weight as if it was nothing. It was very arousing and feeling the sturdy grip he had on you, not trembling in the slightest, had your clit throbbing.

"I hope you don't mind, I like to bite."

His teeth dug in around your nipple quickly, making you yelp before he soothed out the sting with licks and gentle sucking.

"Yeah...I th-think I figured that out." You manage to rasp out, your back arching against the wall as he made his way over to your other nipple.

Feeling the low chuckle vibrate against your chest, you run your hands through his hair, massaging his scalp and working your way to the base where red hair met the back of his neck and pulled. The sound Kirishima let out was beyond sexy. His head tilted up so he could look you in the eyes as he sucked your nipple, his red eyes darkened and lustful.

He releases you with a wet pop and drops you suddenly, so you're back to being level with his face. Laughing breathlessly at your startled expression, Kirishima takes his time to acknowledge the work he did on your chest, glistening with his spit and reddening marks turning darker by the second.

A low hum of approval escapes his mouth as he kisses you again, his lips swollen from his own actions, making you pull his bottom lip between your teeth and bite down firmly. "I can bite too~"

Kirishima growls and finally moves you away from the wall walking further into his place, all while staring into your eyes. You notice he hasn't even broken out in a sweat, and his arms were still firmly holding you against him. Breaking the gaze you drop your head on his shoulder, whining.

"How are you so ridiculously strong?"

This time Kirishima does let out a laugh as he just stopped walking, dropping you down on a large bed. "You like me picking you up?" He crawls on top of you slowly, the predatory gaze in his eyes making you spread your legs further to let him in. "If that's what you like, I'd be more than happy to toss you around...in different positions~"

You squirm under him, reaching for the hem of his shirt, wanting it off so you two could match. He lets you take it off, the muscles exposed making drool form in your mouth at the sight. You just want to trace every single one with your tongue, making just as big of a mess as he did.

Knowing Kirishima wasn't moving from above you anytime soon, you settle with feeling down his chest and tracing your way to his back before digging your nails in and running them up, watching him shudder through the flash of pain.

He grunts, his hands find their way to your hips to play with the hem of your pants. "Can I?"

Nodding eagerly, you lift your hips and help him take off your pants and panties, now fully exposed to him. Kirishima zones in on your pussy, letting out a breath of air. "God, you're so wet."

Deciding to give him a little show, you run your hand down your body and to your needy pussy, brushing a finger over your clit. Kirishima lets out a soft moan at the same time you did, finally getting some skin-to-skin contact and not just grinding. He moves over to the side and you almost stop, only to realize he's taking his own pants off in a hurry. You barely manage to hold back a laugh before he's back on top of you, watching your every move.

"I thought of you so many times like this." You whisper out, teasingly dipping a finger in your wet core. Kirishima's eyes flicker back to yours, flaring.

"Mm..." you moan softly, starting to finger yourself. "Playing with myself and imaging just how rough you could be~ always so gentle outside hero work but I want you to put me in a full nelson and just...fuck me."

Kirishima groans loudly, reaching down to give his own cock a few strokes before joining your finger with one of his much-thicker ones. The stretch felt good as you gasped, back arching as he took your finger out and replaced it with a second one of his.

"Full nelson, hm? Next time, babe. Right now I want to watch your face as I fuck this tight little pussy." His voice was shot; ruined by the amount of arousal in his voice, Kirishima scissored his fingers gently, still taking his time for your pleasure.

You take this time to trail your eyes down his sculpted body and to his cock, where you almost gasped in shock.

It was thick.

The girth itself was impressive and you know for a fact that your fist couldn't wrap all the way around it if you tried. Kirishima must've noticed you staring because he started to tease a third finger. "It'll fit. This tight little pussy is going to do such a good job and take my cock all. The. Way. To. The. Base." With each puncture of his words, Kirishima curled his fingers up to your g-spot, a sudden bolt of pleasure rushing down your spine and sending you into an orgasm.

He moans with you, still thrusting his fingers as you ride it out, leaning down to suck another hickie on your neck. Hips jerking from the stimulation, Kirishima finally withdraws his fingers, immediately reaching down to lube up his cock with your wetness, stroking himself in what you assume is much-needed relief.

"It still might be a tight fit, but babe, I don't think I can wait much longer. I'm about to cum without even touching myself." Kirishima looks as though he's in pain and the confession of finishing too quick was too cute.

"I don't have a problem with that...as long as there's a round two." You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck as he lines himself up, teasing the head of his cock over your sensitive clit making you hiss from overstimulation.

"Oh trust me...there'll be more than two..." With that, Kirishima begins to push himself inside, his mouth dropping open. Both of you furrow your brows at the feeling, the pressure of being stretched overwhelming you to where your vision gets blurry.

"You okay?" He asks strained, still slowly pushing in.

"Mhm...big~" You murmur, spreading your legs wider to hopefully give him more room to enter.

He doesn't even push in all the way because he's already thrusting shallowly, the noises leaving his mouth sounding a little more high-pitched than before. Now he was sweating, his eyes closed in concentration, his shallow thrusts in your soaked pussy echoing throughout the room. "Oh fuck...I don't think I can-"

Kirishima accidentally hits deeper on the next thrust that has your back bowing, one of his hands moving under you for support. Locking eyes with him, you pull him back down for a kiss, exchanging noises of pleasure. He moves a little deeper each time and you feel that bubble of release building in your stomach again.

"M-me too~!"

Kirishima leans up and sits on his knees, one hand raising your hips to meet his thrusts while the other finds your clit, rubbing over it fast. "Cum with me, (Y/n)...on my cock. Let me see you cum on my cock."

That's all it took for you to let go, your vision blacking out as it was too much to handle. In the middle of your high, you faintly register Kirishima letting out a drawn-out moan, as he pumped himself in you through his own climax, cursing at the end.

He collapsed next to you, the both of you breathing heavily, still not back on Earth.

"See? Better than the toy." He rasps out.

Weakly laughing you roll to your side to face him, already feeling an ache in your pelvic area. "I haven't even tried the toy yet."

"You won't need to. The real thing is better anyways."

Part 1 * Part 2 * The Real Thing Extra: Original Dildo Series

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Villain! BNHA AU- Our Little Apprentice: Episode-Bakugou

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Episode-PROLOGUE| Episode-Deku

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Now playing- Episode Bakugou!

...

O.R.C.H.I.D- Kink Unlocked : Public Acts

“ORCHID don’t start.” you groaned as you typed in some coordinates.

“I have to! Y/N have you lost your mind?!”

You didn't think arguing with your AI companion was a great way to start the day, yet here you were.

A hologram of a girl in a school uniform with a giant hairbow secures atop shiny silver pigtails appeared on your screen.

"Y/N-"

“Save it, okay?!” you leaned back in your seat. “It’s for Izu-kun.”

“A WHOLE ASS VILLAIN.” ORCHID emphasized. “Y/N-”

“Shut it!” you snapped. “Get me coordinates for the fight that happened the other day.”

“Fetching coordinates....Y/N, I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Nothing will as long as....as long as Izuku isn’t planning to trick me.”

“I’ve erased all your records of living here so no one will tie your landlord’s disappearance to you.”

“Cool. We gotta go mobile until we can set you up somewhere.”

You watched as each computer began folding on itself into a little compact laptop shaped apparatus. You grabbed the new travel sized AI and shoved it into a backpack.

“I’ve connected myself to your wristwatch.”

Before you could turn around, Izuku walked around the corner. He stretched his arms above his head. He had stayed over after the night you two had. You had snuck out of bed to pack up everything as he instructed.

“Hey Y/N...ready already?” he yawned. He was very disheveled, hair all over the place.

“I don’t own much.” you replied shortly. “All I have that is super important are my suits and O.R.C.H.I.D.”

“Right.” he gave a single nod. “The guys are expecting you already so we can go whenever you want.”

“Right.” you repeated his words. “We could-...There’s no need to stay here y’know...”

“Of course. Don’t worry, the warehouse will feel just like home.”

“I’ll bet.”

...

You stood outside a weird looking building. You shifted all your weight to one side with a hand on your hip. Izuku pressed a random button on an intercom. “Hey fuck face, let me in!” He had slipped his hand into yours, causing you to feel warm inside. It felt almost nice.

“Everyone’s waiting.” he spoke as you both walked down the hall. “I warn you now, some might be more on board than others.”

“You can say it, Bakugou.” you scoffed. “Who cares what he thinks?” you grumbled. “I did not care about his opinions then, you think I care now?”

“Great! You’ll fit right in here.” he chuckled. “HEY, Y/N’S HERE!” he yelled once he got to a place that looked like a boardroom. It looked very...not like the outside. It was kind of professional looking.

Every chair in the room spun around and you were met by an unsettling amount of familiar faces. Instead of innocent, bright eyes boys they were all scary looking and rugged men. They had all changed intensely.

“Old classmate.” Tenya Iida lowered his glasses. He was sitting in the chair closest to you. “Glad you could join us.”

“How nice to see you after your little show.” followed Denki.

“Glad you see it our way!” Kirishima laughed.

“Good to have you...baby~” Shoto, who had been facing an open window turned to you with a wink.

“Fuck you.” you snarled, those old feelings rising up.

“Still haven’t forgiven me?” he smirked.

“Izuku I swear to-” you almost raised your fist, but luckily O.R.C.H.I.D cut through the air with her voice.

“Not to interrupt but can we set me up now?”

“Where can I set up my AI?” you turned to Izuku with a sigh, deciding that making anyone mad wasn’t on the menu.

“What’s so great about a stupid computer!” a new voice huffed. Katsuki pushed passed you two, rubbing the back of his head. He has obviously just woken up.

“Okay first of all it’s not a stupid computer. It’s too advanced for people like you guys.” you placed the flat disk on the table.

“Speak your password?”

“Princess.” you spoke loud and clearly.

“Princess? Vain are we?” Shoto turned towards you with an amused grin

“Within my own right.” you huffed.

Everyone watched as it turned into a huge quite literal ‘super’ computer. O.R.C.H.I.D’S avatar appeared on screen. “Welcome back!”

“Alright O.R.C.H.I.D.” You grabbed the handheld keyboard. “Where are the nanobots?” you hummed.

“I built them in my mainframe.”

“Show me...outside.” you ignored the slightly surprised glances your received as every monitor displayed a different part of the parking lot.

“This will be perfect for the heist tonight...”Kirishima commented. “This thing will have us in and out in no time.”

“-and since Bakugou was so welcoming towards Y/N, she’ll be your partner for the night.”Izuku cut in. “He’ll be the one to walk you through your initiation.”

“WHAT?”

“Deal with it.” Izuku scoffed. “Maybe she can keep your dumb ass under control so you don’t expose us like last time.”

“I ALWAYS WORK ALONE.”

“Not anymore!”

You watched as Bakugou sent a glare your way.

“Cool?” you raised an eyebrow.

... (fast forward)

“O.R.C.H.I.D, Scan the area.” you whispered into your watch. “There’s five guards, they’re understaffed today?”

“How do you know all that?” Bakugou boredly leaned against an alley wall..

“Look.” you held out your phone to him. He stared at you like you had 8 heads for a minute before he grabbed the phone from you. “Shit...maybe you aren’t so useless.”

“I never was.” you sighed. “O.R.C.H.I.D, preform action takedown.”

“As you wish.”

Every single guard collapsed in place. “Tell the others to go, they have 20 minutes before the effects wear off.”

“Heard you loud and clear babe.” Izuku’s voice could be heard in your earpiece.  “You’re good at this, you’ll be a natural in no time!”

“God why did they stick me in a skirt. These things suck.” you whined. You noticed Bakugou was staring at you for a long time, as if trying to see something you couldn’t.

“You really are different than how you used to be.” Katsuki grumbled.

“Glad you noticed. Puberty does that.” you rolled your eyes.

“Not what I meant!” he barked in reply. “Damnit you act like you’re above everyone!”

“Does that sound familiar?” you glared at him with a vengeance. “I seem to remember you had quite the superiority complex towards me...the extra.” you seethed the word he used to call you and everyone else below him. He had gone completely quiet now.

(Flashback)...

You looked at your camera lens, giving the thumbs up to Momo who stood up straight.

“Did you get my good side?”

“You look great!” you gave her a finger gun. It was graduation day and you were busy getting pictures of everyone to post on your famous Heroes Of The Future blog. 10 million viewers a week. As you pretended to shoot your little finger gun, you noticed a little pastel pink colored fizz come out of your finger.

“What the-”

“Hey, L/N!” a voice howled with laughter. Katsuki strode past the crowd of people. “Just wanted to let you know to stay out my way while your busy taking pictures from the sidelines. I’d hate to see the least useless person in the school get pancaked.”

“The only reason I’m not gonna punch your lights out is because for some reason Izuku considers you a friend. So get out of my way.” you glowered. As you walked away, Bakugou stared at your back.

He went to follow you, to tell you what he had been really meaning to say...that he was sorry you ended up with an asshole like Todoroki...or somethin’

but you had already joined your other friends.

...(Flashback end)

“I’m not the same stupid kid you know.” he grumbled. “People chance.”

“Neither am I...”were the last words you spoke before you tapped away at your screen. Izuku had promised you that your first heist wouldn’t involve any super harsh villain work, at least until you got out of your hero mindset.

“Someone’s coming your way. You gotta distract them, Y/N.” you heard in your earpiece

“Or kill them...your choice.” Came Denki’s voice. “I’d kill them but, your choice, babysteps, cutie!.”

Like they said, a guard came running around the corner charging for you and Bakugou. Before Katsuki could do anything, you grabbed the attackers arm and gave them a face full of radioactive plasma to the face. “O.R.C.H.I.D, Shockwave!”

“As you wish!”

The attacker was practically turned into dust. Was killing a bad person like reverse psychology? Probably. A bad person killing a bad person? Could you even call yourself a bad person. You had never used your quirk for anything other than saving stray kittens from trees.

This was years different.

“Someone else is coming! Be prepared.”

You looked to Bakugou seeing if he had any bright ideas. Before you knew it, he had grabbed your waist and pushed you against the wall, covering your body with his. “What are you-”

You were thinking more along the lines of. He used his quirk next...but this worked too.

Bakugou crashed his mouth over yours, claiming your mouth in a very lewd looking and sounding kiss. He had a fistful of your hair in one hand while the other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up. He grinded his body against yours.

The more he went on, the more compromising it looked. Whoever had walked around the corner saw. They saw everything. They saw Bakugou anchor his head to kiss a harsh line down your neck and jaw. They saw his hands trail up under your clothes. They even saw his hands creep under your skirt.

“Do you mind?” Bakugou’s glare scared the stranger cold. “I don’t like an audience.” he snarled, holding out a hand. “BEAT IT!” he barked.

Whoever had bolted off and left you both alone, but that didn’t stop Katsuki from slowly pulling down your panties. “The nerve of some people.” he shook his head.

“Bakuou what are you-”

“Shut it! the quieter you are, the more fun we can have.” he smirked. “I’ve always liked you Y/N.” he chuckled. “I ain’t passing this up. You aren’t either.” he hooked one of your legs around his shoulders as he drove his tongue up your slit.

You first instinct was to very abruptly slap a hand over your mouth. You were shaking instantly. He laughed harshly as he lashed his tongue against your clit.

“You and everyone else.” you groaned, feeling your legs shake. It was like you were in a fan fiction or something. “W-we can’t do this here-Ungh..” you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“Oh yes we can, we can do this right here and no one is gonna say shit about it unless they wanna be in a fucking wheelchair, drinking out of a straw for the rest of their lives.” he growled. “You’re rocking your hips against my tongue like a little slut. You want this just as much as I do!” he cooed between harsh licks. “You’re a little whore for me aren’t you? Is daddy gonna teach you to be a good villain? hm?” he thrust a finger into your wetness, making you let out a cry.

He held your hips down, making it hard to move beneath his devilish mouth. He was being mean on purpose. He laid lewd, wet, and loud open mouthed kisses along your sex.

“K-katsuki.” you whimpered. “This feels dirty.”

“Awww...it’s supposed to.” he mocked your bashfulness. He fumbled with his belt as he rose to his feet. His pants dropped to his knees, then pooled on the ground. “I’m gonna fuck you like this, just like this.” he hoisted you up and pushed you further against the wall, inching himself inside of you.

“K-katsuki!~” you whined. “It’s s-so...”

“So big? So thick? Hell the fuck yeah it is.” he laughed. “You like being man-handled by me don’t you.” he slowly thrust himself into you. “Like a little slut. Face it, you want to be my extra. You love being below me because your a little fucking whore.” he snarled as his thrusts grew more and more strong. “You can’t even stay quiet on a fucking mission because you want some cock so fucking bad.” he insulted you.

Your legs couldn’t move, shit you had been shaking so much you didn’t even realize that two more people had walked by and very quickly fled after a threat from the man using you as a sex doll.

You were first to cum. You practically exploded, feeling every emotion you had release all over his length. Bakugou came shortly after, filling up your tight hole to the brim. To the point where it spilled on the ground.

“Good girl.” he threw his head back. “V-very good girl. Shit...” he messily crashed his mouth over yours against, practically invading your mouth with his tongue to which you shyly responded with affections of your own. “Maybe this was a good idea after all.”

It was all good until you realized....your earpiece was still on...and that everyone could heard you.

O.R.C.H.I.D: Next Episode Unlocked!-  Todoroki (Read Now!)

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[love-toxin]

frathouse; shoto.

a/n: you’ve got a crush on shoto, and hope to see him at the frat party your roommate is dragging you to. but not like this. 

warnings: fem reader, frat au/college au, attempted SA (not shoto), non-canon character appearance, roofies, slutshaming mentions, aphrodisiacs, yandere shoto, fingering, praise kink, petnames, begging, brief touya being a dickhead, reader has complicated feelings about shoto. 

word count: 4k

I hate it here. I hate it so much--God, I just wanna leave.

Those words echoed as a mere memory in your mind, your world having dulled and your vision now tinted with shadow since then. You at least had the hindsight that you should have left when you had the chance, but like hell was it going to help you now. 

It wasn't your roommate's fault that you had fallen victim to peer pressure, but it was certainly her influence that caused you to make yourself up and let her drag you to a frat party you never wanted to go to in the first place. Finals weren't far off, and aside from the mountain of work that was starting to pile up, you just hated the party culture as a whole when you were surrounded by immature alcoholics--especially when it included all the frat guys that couldn't keep their mouths shut, and whose only talents came from shotgunning their drinks and buying the shittiest, cheapest weed they could scope out. You hated all of them, especially the ones living in the house you'd been trapped in now, and especially one of the older ones who had a reputation for being especially vile. Touya was a scumbag for sure, but if there was any silver lining and any shred of hope that you'd had when you were dolling yourself up, it was that there was one person on this entire campus that you actually kind of liked and you might see here. And you weren't the only one.

Being the younger brother of somebody as deplorable as Touya Todoroki, you would think that he would have picked up on that bad influence and would be just as insufferable--but Shoto was one of the kindest, if not mostly quiet people you had met so far during your time in university. He had a bit of a baby face that gave him a more innocent look, but otherwise he was strong and you could see that clearly whenever he wore those black turtlenecks and tight shirts he seemed fond of. His biceps begged to have hands running over them and his chest fit snugly in so much of his clothing, and pair that with the fact that he was handsome and seemingly a little shy, and he had men and women flocking to him at every turn. It wasn't like you thought you would have some magical meeting together under the stars and fall in love, but you had spoken once or twice and you knew that your roommate was going to ditch you as soon as you got there, so you had hoped that maybe you would see Shoto and you'd have somebody to talk to that would make the night a little more bearable.

That was not the case, however. 

"You're a cute little thing, aren't you?...Just relax, quit squirming. I'm not gonna hurt you if you don't make me." 

It was only a moment that you had looked away from the drink that you didn't really want in the first place, and by the next few sips you had already started feeling dizzy and sick. He must have slipped the drug into your cup while you were still holding it--and it was easy for him to drag you upstairs and push you into one of the bedrooms, your skirt riding up on your legs as he got on top of you and the bed creaked beneath your combined weight. Now you could barely see straight, and dread sunk into the pit of your stomach as the guy you had only ever seen a few times on campus kneaded the soft fat of your inner thighs. "You're gonna like it. Looks like you wanna be a slut anyways with a cute little skirt like that…" 

He snickered, one hand diving to lift up your skirt and peek underneath, despite you wishing you could reach over and tug it back down to cover you. But it felt like a chore just to breathe as the drugs and alcohol worked their way through your system, and tears pricked at your eyes at the realization that there was nothing you could do to stop this, and that even if you tried it would just be a feeble attempt that would anger him even more. 

"If you hadn't dressed like that, I probably wouldn't even notice you. Did you want daddy's attention that bad?" He started to paw at your chest, apparently disinterested when he saw how bland your panties were--and though you couldn't stop that, you tilted your head just slightly when he tried to kiss you, only to see his brow furrow as he opened his mouth to say something especially foul-

"What are you doing in my room?"

But it seemed as though he hadn't even bothered to close the door all the way in his haste, as it had been pushed open so quietly that neither of you noticed. And perhaps that alone had been your saving grace, since in the doorway stood the one and only person you had actually wanted to see in the first place, even though he had caught you in such a humiliating moment--Shoto stood there with a blank stare, but within moments his brow furrowed and he took on an expression you'd never seen from him before, arms crossing over his broad chest clothed in a black turtleneck. Seeing him glare daggers into you struck fear into your heart, but it took you a second to focus through the haze to realize that he was actually directing it solely at the guy with his hands creeping up your shirt. 

"Fuck off, Shoto. I'm busy." The urge to say something rose in your chest, but it wasn't needed once the door swung open the rest of the way and slammed against the wall it was hitched to, Touya himself standing beside his brother with a bored look on his face. 

"Nah, I think that question stands. Why the fuck are you dickin' around in here?"

"None of your damn business, Touya!"

He was getting angrier by the second as the interruptions piled up, and though part of you was relieved that someone had stumbled upon you in peril, the terror hadn't left your body and in fact it was starting to elevate. He clenched his hand tighter around the hem of your top and made you flinch as it started digging into your skin, but once a stifled whimper flew from your lips Touya shut down this whole scenario in its entirety.

"I take your fucking rent checks, dickhead. This is exclusively my business. Move your ass." 

The guy on top of you hesitated, and you could have cried at those few moments of tense silence--but eventually he grumbled and let go of you rather harshly, letting you fall back on the bed you didn't realize had been Shoto's all along as he stalked towards the door. He muttered something about wasting his money as he stormed past the two brothers. 

"There you go, Shoto. Kick your shoes off. You're still a virgin, right?"

He pushed him forward, his younger brother stumbling rather unceremoniously before he could regain his balance. Considering how strong you knew Shoto must be, knowing Touya could push him around so easily frightened you almost more than what had almost transpired in this humble-looking little dorm room. 

"Go have fun with your little friend. She probably won't remember a thing, so work out all that nasty, kinky shit I'm sure you keep bottled up." 

This wasn't what you imagined when you fantasized about being with Shoto like lovers would. You hadn't dreamed that you'd be drugged and teary-eyed, and wishing that you would just die so you wouldn't have to watch this horrible scene play out in front of you. 

And watch you did--you sniffled softly as Shoto closed the door behind him, and the music that blared from the floor below grew muffled and quiet compared to the silence that made the room feel so heavy. He moved towards the bed on the other side, your gaze locked on to him with every step, but all he did was pick a blanket off of the mess of sheets and shuffle back over to stand at your side. 

"Are you feeling okay?"

The words trembled on the tip of your tongue, but you felt you couldn't manage to get them out without crying. You just shook your head as your throat tightened up, but the heavy feeling started to sink when Shoto picked up the other end of the blanket and tossed it gently over your lap. Only one of his hands drifted towards you afterwards, and it was the one that warmed you through the soft fabric as he patted your leg and straightened back up. For someone who barely knew anything about you before this, he was surprisingly calm about the whole situation.

"...Do you want some water?"

With a beat of silence, you felt the tension ebb away. You locked eyes for what would usually be an uncomfortable length of time before you nodded, and Shoto skirted around the edge of the bed to shoulder past a door you hadn't noticed before, the sound of running water confirming to you that it must be his bathroom. 

Your legs twisted together. Something stirred up inside of you from nowhere, the sensation like a pot starting to boil inside the depths of your stomach--no, even deeper than that. Your very core was filled with a feeling that was hot and fluid, every cell of it leaking into your limbs and warming you all the way down to the tips of your fingers and toes. 

"Shoto," 

Your worst fear was ultimately confirmed once you felt the warmth of your panties starting to soak through, and not of your own volition. Shoto's name left your throat in a moan you couldn't control, and it was then that you realized that there wasn't just one drug you'd taken by accident--his frat mate must have slipped some other stuff into there too, no doubt to help the process along when you started to fight his advances. It couldn't be anything but a quirk, as was soon becoming clear--and you remembered hearing about someone on campus that was working with pharmaceuticals. The horrible realization was liable to throw you into a panic once more, but instead of that creeping, dreading cold that spiraled up into your chest and made you feel like the air was crushing you from all around, all you could focus on was the heat growing in your lower belly and the fact that you suddenly couldn't get the image of Shoto's biceps out of your brain. 

The man in question appeared at your side, his presence like a ghost's when he went without saying a word, but whatever had come over you was apparently pretty obvious considering he didn't even dare to hand the glass he had out to you. Shoto stood and stared, awe sparkling in his eyes at how deeply you blushed in his presence. 

"Please…" 

The crash of the glass slipping from his grip went unnoticed by you, your focus on grabbing hold of his sleeve taking over your mind. Glass shards scattered all over the floorboards and left a puddle in their wake, but only steam resided afterwards when Shoto stumbled closer and caught himself on the edge of the bed with his knee. 

"A-Are you sure? I don't think you're in your right mind-"

"Shoto, please!" 

You yanked him again and he collapsed on top of you, only now making the effort to sit up so as not to crush you underneath him--but that was all you wanted, it was all you could think of. Shoto's tongue, his lips, his chest, his arms wrapped around you and his hips rolling at a frantic pace, his eyes cutting through your soul and his voice low and slow as he whispered the most filthy praises to you...all those passing daydreams you had felt guilty for had you by the throat right now, and the silly crush you had on a man that would never want you suddenly felt like a life or death decision. 

"I want you...nobody else. It's okay if it's you."

Shoto's breath hitched, and you could barely believe it. As if someone like him would ever be caught off guard by hearing that from someone like you...and yet the nice boy façade that you always saw him as started to crack. The idea of Shoto using you as a throwaway toy would make you cry under normal circumstances, but the fact that you couldn't think of anything past the potential of tasting of his cock on your tongue meant that that reality was pushed back into your mind. 

"...I'll be careful, then. It looks like it hurts." 

Bringing his other foot off the ground and on to the bed, a shudder wracked your body as you felt Shoto's cock stir through his jeans, the stiffness against your leg unmistakable as well as the bashful expression on his face. You reached your hands out and he seemed to miss the hint, his lips quirking up in a shy smile as took one in his own and rubbed your palm with the pad of his thumb.

"Lift these up for me, that's a good girl…" 

He used his free fingers to tap on your inner thighs, and your legs parted swiftly and completely on instinct, his touch already sending electric sparks through your skin and up the small of your back. And God, you never imagined he could sound so lewd...his praise stirred you up even deeper inside and fanned the flames that were already blazing, and you couldn't stifle the moan that slipped out at hearing him say such a sweet thing.

"Oh...do you like it when I say things like that?"

He waited patiently between your legs for your answer, which came in the form of a heated nod and your hand breaking away from his to grab hold of his shirt, soft whines already filling out the warm air of the room for him to smile in response to. 

"Okay princess, I can do that."

Your grip relaxed as Shoto shuffled in closer on his knees, and he slowly pushed your skirt up higher on your thighs to get at what lie beneath--and he spared no time either, his fingers hooked under the waist of your panties and he raised your hips for you to get them out from under you, the fabric ghosting down your legs and leaving you bare for him to see. But for some reason, with Shoto, it was different than if any other person had done the same. 

"That's a good girl. Don't be shy, I want to take care of you." 

He tossed your panties aside and let them fall where they pleased, his eyes too focused on you to care about anything else going on. To be laid bare in front of someone was such a frightening thought when you were so vulnerable...but when Shoto rubbed his palm against your inner thigh and gently started moving it inward, your only thought was how slow he was going and how glorious it felt when he finally brushed his fingertips against your clit, and a jolt spiked through you that drew a whine from your throat. 

"You're doing so good for me. Just let me know if you need to stop….say 'ultra', okay? That way I'll know." 

He practically moaned himself, mesmerized by the buck and tremble of your hips as he touched such a small area so gently….and even further so when he dared to press one of his fingers against your entrance, and sucked in a gasp when he slipped inside and you cried his name loud enough that someone might have heard, had the music not still blared in a muffled tone one floor below. He hadn't even pushed in to the knuckle yet, and you already couldn't stand to keep still and squirmed and writhed beneath him with your nails dug into his biceps through the fabric of his shirt. 

"Sweet girl...you're making it so easy for me, getting all wet like this….are you embarrassed? Don't be, you're beautiful--and I love it when you moan like that for me."

Shoto's praise was getting to be too much, now--every word falling off of those sweet lips was so much to bear, you could feel your body aching for more the longer he went on. He slowly swirled his finger in circles within you and you could thank god later that he didn't tease you about the mess you made, your chest heaving and your legs shaking as you soaked his hand down to the wrist. And when he shifted his position to set his thumb against your clit, it was all over--you grabbed hold of a fistful of his hair and felt the heat flood your cheeks, begging in broken tones for him not to stop because you're so damn close. 

"My fingers feel that good? I'm not gonna put it inside you until you cum all over my hand." 

Shoto's warning tapered off with a more guttural growl than you would've expected, the image of his soft side shattering apart to show the lustful, hungry part of him that he hid so well from everyone else. A second finger prodded beside the first, and he slid both of them in with despicable ease to curl up right into your weakest spot. You didn't know what compelled you to do so as you'd never try this if you were sober, but your hands wandered down his firm chest and scrambled to gain purchase on something, anything--but you barely started to rub at his cock through his jeans before he pulled you away by the wrist, and leaned in on you closer so you wouldn't be able to reach a second time. 

"Grab for it all you want, but you aren't getting my cock until you cum, princess. Be good." 

Something deep and lustful swirled in the pit of your stomach as he spoke those words so low and rumbly in his chest, and his warning was the catalyst to everything he had been stirring up for you since you started begging for him. You tried to squeeze out among your own gasping breaths that you were cumming, but the sensations crashed over you before you could even get a word out and left you trembling and holding on to Shoto like a pier in the eye of a storm. He let you ride out that delectable high and held still as you bucked your hips against his fingers, and yet kept his thumb firmly pressed to your clit so you wouldn't be able to soothe your violent orgasm until it was all over. Once the warmth of your afterglow set in and you collapsed as a wobbly mess in his embrace, Shoto detached himself from you and laid you down carefully on his pillow, his curiosity getting the better of him enough for him to try lapping at some of the fluid clinging to his fingers to get a taste, though he wiped the rest off on his blanket when your eyes fluttered open again. 

"...There. Do you feel better now?" 

Though you wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, to hold his face in your hands, even to do what you've wanted to many times before and pull him into a kiss, you just didn't have the slightest sliver of energy to spare. You had already started dozing off, and a few strands of hair brushed against your cheek as Shoto started mindlessly playing with it as he laid down beside you. 

"Get some rest. I'll be here to watch over you." 

You mumbled something akin to gratitude, and snuggled your body up against his as close as you could manage in your exhausted state. And when Shoto's arm slipped around your waist to hug you even closer, and warmth spread through your face as he leaned in and kissed your forehead, you never felt more at ease to fall asleep in someone's embrace. 

The memories of the night before felt fuzzy and tinged with dark edges, but despite the pounding headache you woke up with you remembered nearly every detail. Shoto lay in the same place he'd fallen asleep in, arm splayed over you where it had been the entire night, and yet his eyes fluttered open softly the moment you started shifting in the early hours of the morning. Either he was an incredibly light sleeper, or he really had been watching over you the whole night--and you could believe in both of those possibilities after what you saw of him last night. You didn't exchange any niceties so soon, but the two of you sat up individually and smoothed yourselves out from sleeping in your clothes. A million thoughts whirled around your brain, but when you turned your head to look at him and opened your mouth to pick one, a thud against his bedroom door startled you and had Shoto on his feet in an instant. 

"Shoto! Let me in, for God's sake!"

What sounded like a closed fist banged frantically on the door, and it took Shoto a moment to recognize the voice before he went silent and padded over to crack the door open. But as soon as the handle turned, he was nearly bowled over as a redheaded blur shouldered past him and dashed headlong into the room, right past you, and into the open bathroom where you then heard the sound of something unzipping and a sigh of relief. Shoto followed suit and yanked the bathroom door closed with panic in his eyes, unwilling to subject you to the sound of his roommate taking a piss--but you could feel that your welcome was wearing out, and after the night you'd had all you wanted was to go back to your dorm. You slid off the bed and readjusted yourself so you were at least somewhat presentable, and felt Shoto's eyes following you as you made your way out into the hallway. And before you could get to the stairs he was right behind you, quiet as a ghost, and cleared his throat so you would turn to face him.

"I didn't think you'd come, but...I'm glad you did. And I won't let that guy get away with what he did to you." 

With few other answers you could dredge up with your throat so tight, you just nodded and moved to step away--but not before an icy hand closed around your wrist, and the eyes you glanced back up at suddenly filled you with an adrenaline shot of fear, enough to make your knees quake and your heart freeze in your chest. 

"I promise." 

Shoto didn't seem to realize how hard he was squeezing until he let go, and you tugged your hand out of reach as soon as he did and mumbled as you turned and briskly walked towards the stairs. 

"...Yeah. Okay. I'll, uh, I'll see you around…"

This wasn't the last you would see of Shoto, even though you hoped that you wouldn't cross paths again lest he remember how shameful you were last night, and you just wanted to absolve yourself of the whole endeavor even if a piece of you still liked him more than you should. Shoto's feet felt heavy as he stepped back into his room and let his head fall back to thunk against the door, wishing he would have said something to make you stay longer--but Kirishima's voice pierced his thoughts as he asked about you, apparently finished with his desperate piss. 

"Hm? Oh, her?"

His fingernails bit into the soft skin of his palm, if only just to keep the raging pang of jealousy that surged up inside him at bay. What he felt for you wasn't normal.

Not that he really cared, anyways.

"She's my girlfriend."

#frat au #yandere shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #yandere shoto x reader #shoto todoroki #touya todoroki #eijirou kirishima #yandere lemon #love-toxin #4k

[cutesuki--bakugou]

Anything, For You

This is a continuation of Anything. Please be sure to read that part first if you want some context!

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Rough Sex (Vaginal and Anal), Threesome (Double Penetration), Weed / Alcohol Use, Rough Oral Sex (blow job, face fucking), Public Foreplay, Public Humiliation, Spanking, Choking, Obsessive Reader, Toxic / Power Imbalanced Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Suggested Dubcon / Reluctant / Compliant Reader

Words: 12,128

Pairing: Drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x Superfan!Fem!Reader x Guitarist!Kirishima Eijirou

Quirkless, Punk rock band AU

Not specifically written for, but using it for the @bnhabookclub​​ ‘s members bingo event!

Crossed off: Threesome

Bingo Masterlist

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Art in banner by me

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You nervously tightened your grip on the small clutch in your hands, digging your nails into the faux leather and ignoring the sting of the metal pointed studs against your skin. For a few minutes now, you had just been standing outside of the club Garden, listening to the loud music and watching the flashing neon lights every time the door opened. With each group of people leaving, stumbling out drunk and high off adrenaline from dancing, the same amount were let in from an insanely long line, which even curved around the building to where you couldn’t see. There were so many people waiting to go in, and yet, you knew that you could just bypass this line and go on in. 

Why were you so nervous? 

It wasn’t the thought that you would be glared or yelled at by the people waiting if you skipped the line. Sure, it might make you a bit embarrassed if they picked at you, but that wasn’t the problem. No, it was who was waiting inside the club and who gave you that exact privilege to just come on in that terrified you. 

Bakugou 10:50 pm: come to the club Garden downtown around 1 am. just show your ID at the door and theyll let you in past the line. 

Me 10:51 pm: Just me? 

Bakugou 10:51 pm: just you, babe. your shitty friends arent invited. 

After releasing a trembling breath, you opened your clutch to take a quick look at your phone, giving a small groan at the time that showed 1:02 am. It was time to go in, but you were so damn nervous. How could you not be? Showing up to a strange and very crowded club, to hang out and drink with your favorite people - or, well, person - on this planet? With what happened earlier that night, you knew that any type of debauchery could go down, and the stinging welts on your asscheek were testament to that. But there was going to be way more involved. More people, alcohol, and most likely some type of drugs, for sure. You knew that you’d need to be vigilant, but being in Bakugou’s presence again, you weren’t sure you’d have the willpower to say no to anything that was handed your way. 

Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your hand, startling you enough to make you jump and almost lose your balance on your chunky, boot style platform heels. Looking at the screen, the fire in your cheeks grew hotter, reading the text that Bakugou had just sent you. 

Bakugou 1:03 am: where are you at, babygirl? scared? 

Me 1:03 am: No, I’m about to come in. There’s… a lot of people.

Bakugou 1:04 am: fuck them and come inside. there’s someone waiting to bring you up.

Releasing a trembling breath, you put your phone back in your clutch and pulled out your ID instead, gathering your courage to walk up to the front door. One of the two bouncers immediately looked down at you with a threatening posture, though his demeanor changed at the sight of your timid presence. 

“Skipping the line?” 

“I… have VIP permissions. From Bakugou Katsuki… I’m [f/n] [l/n]. He said I should be on a list.” 

Taking your ID, the bouncer first checked it over with a flashlight to confirm its authenticity, before picking up a clipboard that was resting on a stool beside him. It only took him a moment before finding your name, smiling and giving a nod. “Yep, there you are. Follow me.” Putting the clipboard down and handing you the ID back, he made his way through the front door, at first holding it open for some people leaving before allowing you through. 

Any objections you may have heard from the people in line were immediately drowned out by the music, the heavy beat shaking the ground. It was quite dark in the large industrial style building, with only blacklights and flashing neon skylights illuminating the dancefloor. Though, up one floor, you could see a loft area with mostly regular lighting, though it was dimmed, and you wondered if that’s where you would be going. 

Following the bouncer as he made his way past, you used his impressive height and size to push through the crowds, since he was easily able to part the sea of bouncing drunken bodies. He led you to the stairs, as you had expected, and started to make his way up, only giving you a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure you were still following. Or to make sure that no one else was coming up, either. You weren’t sure. 

As you made your way up, you felt a bit embarrassed that the stairway was mostly exposed, using your free hand to hold your short dress up against your backside to hopefully keep anyone from seeing anything private. You weren’t wearing any hose this time, since the only ones you had brought with you into town for the concert were the fishnets that Bakugou had destroyed earlier. Your only cute pair of underwear had also been destroyed, so right after the concert, you had to hunt some down. All you could find at the only store still open was a pair of cute little lace boy short style panties, which were quite sexy and were decently invisible under your dress. You knew that they would be, since you got them from a damn porn shop. There was nothing else open at midnight, so there was no choice. It still ended up perfect, though. If something else did end up happening, you assumed he would like them. Or you hoped so. 

The closer you got to the loft, you realized that it was actually surrounded by glass. The only thing that was solid was the door, which was opened after a loud series of knocks from the bouncer. After a click, another man opened it up, glancing first at your guide before down to you. “She’s invited?” 

“Yes. [f/n] [l/n]. Bakugou’s guest.” Stepping aside, the bouncer and what appeared to be a security guard allowed you inside, the door shutting immediately once you passed the threshold. The sudden volume difference of the room startled you a bit, as did the change in lighting, but you were quick to take in your surroundings. 

There were multiple couches and chairs scattered about in strategic locations, along with tables that were already piled up with drinks. The room was much smaller than it seemed, with only one other door along the back solid wall, which you assumed was a bathroom. Then, your eyes landed on the men you adored, and your entire body instantly flushed with heat as you noticed all their eyes on you. 

“Your clutch, ma’am?” 

The security guard pulled you out of your stupor, holding his hand out in front of you. Nervously, you placed it in his hand, watching as he placed it in a bag behind him and zipped it up. Immediately after, he ran some type of long beeping device across the front and back of your body about an inch away, which you assumed was a metal detector. When it didn’t go off, he allowed you to walk further in with a wave of his hand, and you timidly stepped forward while pulling down your dress, clearing your throat a bit in awkwardness. 

“Hey there, babygirl.” Bakugou spoke with a sly smirk on his face, holding a glass of dark colored liquor near his lips. “Finally made it. Took you fucking long enough.” 

“Sorry…” Making your way towards the couch he was on, you took a moment to look at the other members, trying to control the nervous swirling of your stomach. “Nice to see you all again…” 

“You were in our first meet up group, right?” Midoriya smiled at you, placing his hand on the thigh of a curvaceous woman that was placed firmly on his lap. His voice was still quite strained and cracked, worn from the performance. “Kacchan told me he invited someone, but he didn’t tell me who!” 

“Because it’s none of your damn business, Deku,” With a snap of his finger as he held his hand out towards you, Bakugou commanded you over to him silently. Not even taking a second to think about it, you approached, taking his hand. He led you with only a gentle pull to stand between his legs, placing both of his hands on your outer thighs. “You look good, babygirl.” 

“T-thank you-” You were cut off by the sound of a door closing, along with an annoyed whine. 

“Aww, what the fuck?! Even Bakugou was able to get a girl this time, and he never does! I must have really sucked today.” Huffing, Kaminari shuffled his way towards an empty armchair, flopping down to sit with his legs stretched out in front of him, toes pointed towards the ceiling. “Bullshit.” 

“You suck all the time, dunceface.” 

“I do not! All the girls wanted me at our last gig.” 

“Yeah, because both Deku and Kirishima were out of commission after that, so they had no other option. Don’t be such a little bitch, if you want girls, go fucking dance.” Although Bakugou’s snappy demands were directed at his companion, his glazed over crimson eyes never left your body. They scanned over every inch of you quite diligently, as if he were missing you greatly just from these few hours apart. Unsure of what to do with your hands, you let one rest tenderly on his bicep while running the other softly through his bangs, pulling the fair blonde hair loose of the light grip of sweat that stuck it to his skin. You weren’t sure if it was the lighting in the room or maybe his intoxication, but you could have sworn that you could see the tips of his ears flush with your touch. 

“But I don’t want to go dance alone!” Kaminari whined, sinking further into the chair. His voice broke your concentration on the man in front of you, looking at the pouting bass player over your shoulder. It was odd, you thought, that there weren’t as many girls in here as you expected. Actually, there was only you and the girl with Midoriya, whose attention was fully on him, hands on his freckled cheeks and playfully squishing them together. Her bobbed brunette hair gave away who she was, as you had seen her in many of his social media postings, but you couldn’t quite remember her name. All you knew was that they were dating and had been friends for a very long time, but that didn’t really matter right now. 

Kirishima sighed, resting his arms up over the back of the couch, his hand pulling your attention as it came to rest decently close to Bakugou’s head, though the drummer didn’t protest or seem to even notice. “C’mon, man, don’t be such a downer! I think you need to take another hit and get down there. Take Todoroki with you.” 

Kaminari scoffed, looking over at the silent member of their band, who was more focused on his phone and his fancy martini looking drink than anything they were talking about. “What, so he can go stand in the middle of the dancefloor like a weirdo? He doesn’t have any dancing rhythm! He barely moves when we’re performing!” 

“Yeah, but girls like him more than you, he’d help you catch their attention.” 

“Now you’re all just being assholes!” Huffing, Kaminari sat up and leaned forward, snatching up a small glass pipe and the lighter beside it. “It’s not my fault that no one likes the bass players! I’m not as cool as you!” 

“Hey, I’ve offered to play bass sometimes.” Kirishima grinned, reaching over to scratch the side of his nose. “But Bakugou won’t let us switch--” 

“Fuck no.” Bakugou interrupted, now glowering at his friends, both of his strong hands resting on your hips firmly. “That’s too much power I’m not willing to give you, dunceface.” 

“Rude.” Grumbling under his breath, Kaminari glared down at the pipe as he brought it to his lips, lighting it up and taking a hit. The smell of weed hit your nose immediately as he exhaled, the cloud of smoke leaving his lips slowly as he leaned back in the chair. “Midoriya would.” 

“Because he’s a dipshit.” 

“You’re so aggressive today! I think you’re the one that needs a hit, bro.” 

“Fuck that shit. I’m not looking to fall asleep any time soon.” 

“You’re up way past your bedtime, anyway. Grandpa.” Passing the pipe and lighter over to Kirishima as he beckoned for it, Kaminari gave a sly smirk, knowing he could press Bakugou’s buttons while you were in his way. You could feel Bakugou’s grip tighten in irritation and see his brows furrow, but to your surprise, he was quick to calm, giving an annoyed click of his tongue as he used only slight pressure to pull you to the side, gesturing to the couch for you to sit. You did so, now effectively squished between the two men, one taking a hit while the other gulped down what was left of his drink. 

If you were honest, you felt quite… awkward. You didn’t really know what to do with yourself and you weren’t sure if talking would be welcomed. You were new to this tight knit group, and even though you admired and adored every single one of them, you almost felt like you didn’t belong there. Were you really worthy of being in their presence like this or being so close to Bakugou as he rested an arm around your shoulders, pulling you up against his side? It felt like a dream, and you were horrified that at any moment, you would wake up to find yourself lonely in your hotel bed. 

“Want a hit, sweetheart?” 

Your thoughts were disrupted by Kirishima’s pleasant ringing voice, his smile soft and comforting as he held the pipe and lighter towards you. At first, you hid your face a bit behind Bakugou’s forearm, fiddling with your nails. “I’ve never done it before… I probably shouldn’t.” 

“Aw c’mon, you should! You’re safe here with us! That’s pretty cool, too, isn’t it? To have you first hit ever with your favorite band.” Kirishima’s eyes left yours for a moment as he glanced up, most likely at Bakugou, though there wasn’t anything malicious that you could see. He was genuinely being very nice about it, and so far, no one had protested. Still, you looked up at Bakugou for approval, a sly smirk crossing his lips when you did so. 

“What, babygirl? Looking for permission?” 

Feeling heat rush to your cheeks at his domineering tone, you nodded. “Yes. Is it okay?” 

“What do you say?” His rough fingers took hold of your chin, tilting your head up as he leaned in, whisky tainted lips brushing against yours. Your heart began to race, chest heaving with steady, heavy breaths as you parted your lips expectantly. But, you were left with nothing until you answered, and you did so without a second thought or worry about what anyone else in the room might think. 

“Please, Katsuki.” 

A low hum resonated in his chest in satisfaction of your response, pressing his hot lips against yours to reward you for being so obedient. Or, at least, that’s how you understood it. In the few hours that you had been away from him, there hadn’t been a single moment of lucidness where you felt like you had escaped whatever hold he had placed on you. In fact, your wanting to be at his side only grew worse, to hear him praise you and reward you when you were a good girl for him. 

His praise. His touch. His attention. All of it was so intoxicating, and you wanted more. 

When he set your lips free after just a short moment, it took only a light bump to your chin to have you turn your head to look back at Kirishima, who was waiting patiently. He was still smiling, but there was a mischievous gleam in his eye, as if he had been waiting to see just how obedient you still were. It was gone with a blink, his pleasant and cheerful demeanor taking over as he held the pipe up between his fingers. 

“Yeah? Gonna do it, sweetheart?” 

“Sure,” You answered meekly, turning a bit more to face him. “Uhm… How do I do it?” 

Kirishima was very thorough in his explanation of how to use the pipe, and by the time he was done, you felt confident that you could do it. Though, your confidence didn’t amount to much, as you still ended up with quite the coughing fit after your first hit. Behind the coughing and burning in your throat, you could hear Kaminari gasp out in surprise, though you couldn’t quite focus on him yet through the smoke. 

“Holy shit, Kirishima, you should have just prepped it for her, that’s gonna fuck her up!” 

Chuckling, Kirishima handed you a cup of water, which you gulped down eagerly. “She’s fine, that wasn’t that bad! A little too aggressive on sucking it in, but you’ll get it down. You okay?” He gave your thigh a few comforting pats, his lingering on your bare skin not quite registering in your mind as you tried to calm the burning in your throat. Thankfully, it was fading decently quick, but it still wasn’t anything like what you had expected. 

“I’m okay,” You choke out after a moment, placing both the glass of water and the pipe down on the coffee table in front of you. “You guys make it look so easy!” 

“That’s because they’re fucking potheads.” Bakugou pulled you back up against him. “Especially Dunceface over there. Can’t go five minutes without being high.”

“Don’t be telling lies about me, Kacchan.” Kaminari waddled a finger at his friend, and you could tell that he was feeling pretty relaxed compared to a while ago. “It’s more like three minutes.” 

“Shut up. Where the fuck’s our bartender? We haven’t gotten new drinks-” 

“-Let’s go down, then!” Kaminari hopped up to his feet, clapping his hands together to try and get his friends riled up. “Let’s get some drinks and dance like we’re normal people, no one’s gonna recognize us down there, it’s too dark! This VIP shit gets boring sometimes. Right, Todoroki?” With a bounce in his step, he walked over behind the couch his quiet friend was sitting on, giving him a firm smack on the shoulders. “You’re just over here on your phone! Let’s go dance!” 

Todoroki took his friend shaking him from side to side like a champ, not looking away from his phone or spilling his drink. “I’ll sit at the bar, but I’m not going to dance.” 

“You will after a couple of shots. Midoriya? Ochaco?” 

 “Let’s go, Deku!” Hopping up off his lap, the brunette took both of Midoriya’s hands, trying to pull him up with meager strength. “Let’s all go!” 

With a heavy sigh in defeat, Midoriya stood, as did Todoroki. Though, there was no movement from either of the two men beside you, so you glanced between them curiously. Kirishima seemed interested, while Bakugou looked like he wanted to throw them all off the balcony just to get some peace. You weren’t sure if it was the excitement of being here, the electric energy from Kaminari, or the hit you had taken, but you really wanted to go. You were feeling restless and, if you were honest, kind of bummed out that you were still the only one who hadn’t had a drop of alcohol. You came here to have a good time with these guys. With Bakugou. But how could you talk him into it? 

“You losers coming or not?” Kaminari barked before you could say a word, glowering at the three of you still plastered on the couch as he stood by the door, waiting for their security guard to unlock it and step out. “Kacchan, you were complaining about drinks, come down and get some with us!” 

“Fuck, fine! If it will shut you up!” 

Everything changed pace in a blink of an eye from that moment. Before you knew it, you had taken two shots of… something, and sucked down a drink faster than you thought you would, all while watching the bouncing bodies on the dance floor with Bakugou at your side. Though, he wasn’t just standing next to you. His arm was hooked around your waist like a vice, his powerful and off-putting presence preventing any man with wandering eyes from even considering trying to come up to you. At first, you felt a bit embarrassed that he was so close and so protective, but you also couldn’t help but feel… flattered. And that flattery brought up a new bubbling in your belly. 

You were so happy. Again, you didn’t know if it was because of the high or the alcohol, but you were absolutely beyond tickled. It was such a strong sensation, in fact, that you couldn’t help but start to bounce on your feet and sway to the music. Your hips bumped into Bakugou’s as he stood beside you, one arm around your shoulders while the other propped him up on the bar counter. With the bump, he tightened his arm around your neck, pulling you in closer to him and pressing his lips against your ear so you could hear him over the blaring music. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Dancing!” You responded near his ear as he turned his head to hear you. “I like this song!” 

“You call that dancing?” With his insult, he moved his arm around your back and gave you a small push forward towards the dance floor, smirking at the confusion on your face when you looked back at him. Taking your drink from your hands, he finished off the last bit of it before leaving it on the counter behind him, giving your ass a tap to guide you forward. Within moments, you were both swallowed by the giant group of sweating, bouncing bodies, all who had little to no care on who they were touching or where they were moving. 

And yet, with Bakugou's arms around your waist from behind, you felt like you were completely enveloped in your own bubble. Just you, him, and the music. What truly snapped your restraint was his deep growl in your ear, tugging your hips tightly back so that your ass was firmly pressed against him. 

“Show me how you can really dance, babygirl.” 

No one would truly call the way you rubbed your bodies against each other to the rhythm of the music “dancing”, but all your body could comprehend in your intoxicated state. The flashing neon lights, from pitch black to strobing, was almost making you dizzy, and the only thing that seemed to alleviate the disorientation was putting all your focus on Bakugou. 

The way you two moved was seamless and in tune, his hands freely roaming your body with no fears of being noticed within the densely packed group. Even if someone did notice, you wouldn’t care. All you cared about was his lips against the skin of your neck, his fingers digging into your plush curves and the hard presence of his cock beneath his pants. Just feeling it against your ass made you remember how good he felt fucking you, the way he filled up every inch of your aching cunt and made you scream for him. 

How he made you his. 

How you would do anything for him. 

How he owned you. 

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.” 

The voice in your ear was a sweet growl; more of a purr to calm and coax you. It was so comforting that you almost forgot where you were for a moment, until you did as you were told. Instead of a group of dancing bodies in front of you, you were met with a clear view of that brilliant, wide grin sported only by Kirishima. He was in front of you, dancing with you and Bakugou together, his hands also firmly on your body to keep you pinned between the two men. 

Your entire body immediately flushed hot, pressing further back against Bakugou to try and get some space between you and the redhead. “K-Kiri-!” 

“Don’t you even think about it.” Bakugou growled in your ear, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat. “Let him touch you.” 

You didn’t have much time to even consider complying before Bakugou moved you both forward, not allowing you any space or chance to dip out from between them. You were trapped. How long had Kirishima even been there? Whose hands had been touching you this entire time, squeezing your breasts and your hips so eagerly? Had it been both of them? Whose hand was that right now, sliding up your thigh and bringing your dress with it. 

What was happening? They couldn’t actually be thinking about touching you here on the dancefloor, could they? In the privacy of the VIP room, maybe, but out here in the middle of all these people? Someone would notice! 

You tried to squeak out a plea to stop, but Bakugou’s hand around your throat stopped any little sound from slipping out. Instead, your hips were pulled forward and snug against Kirishima’s, one of his legs between yours so that you were practically sitting on his thigh. But that wasn’t where your hips were directed. Instead, with the beat of the music, Kirishima rutted his hips against you, and you could easily feel the hard presence of his cock against your scantily clothed sex. He was wearing loose black joggers, so there was basically nothing between you, and with both men surrounding you completely and still moving with the music, there was no hope of someone noticing. 

Needing to ground yourself, you clutched on to both of Kirishima’s biceps, his hands set firmly on your hips. The digging of your nails into his skin only seemed to spur him on further, becoming rougher with his thrusts, and the more he stroked across your clit, the more you began to lose yourself. It felt so good, even though you knew that it shouldn’t. It was Bakugou all over again, fucking your throat raw as your essence dripped down your thighs, just as it was now. Kirishima was using you for his own gratification, and Bakugou was allowing it. This wasn’t okay. 

You clenched your eyes shut tightly as Bakugou’s hands moved to caress your breasts, squeezing them roughly and eagerly pinching your nipples. You heard him groan in your ear, his attention to your nipples increasing as he noticed the little studs in place. “Oh fuck, babygirl, I didn’t know you had piercings here, too. I’m an idiot for not stripping you in the changing room, but I’m not going to make that mistake tonight.” 

His teeth sinking into the skin of your neck and another harsh twist made your body jolt, a moan involuntarily slipping through your lips. Before it could get far, it was devoured by Kirishima, who kissed you passionately to silence you. 

What should I do? It feels good, but… I didn’t want Kirishima like this! 

A rough nibble to your lip forced your mouth open, unable to stop or resist Kirishima's tongue from invading. He tasted like weed and the sour sting of an energy drink still on his lips, but that isn’t what made you want to pull away. Was he… a better kisser than Bakugou? No one could be better than the blonde behind you… at anything! And yet, here Kirishima was, making you completely breathless and absolutely on fire. It wasn’t so brash or dominating, either. 

You loved it. A lot.

A moan leaked through the kiss as Bakugou moved his lips to your ear, running his tongue along the shell of it before nibbling harshly at the delicate skin below. “You like his cock rubbing up against you, baby? You like being pinned between us like the little desperate whore you are?”

Kirishima finally released your lips, giving you a chance to take in deep trembling breaths. “Yes, Katsuki! But I— “

“What?”

“I really have to pee!”

Both men paused with your proclamation, watching your face in confusion as you stood there trembling in their grip. You hadn’t been lying, and it was clear as day in your flushed face. You needed to go to the restroom. If you didn’t, you knew there would be an accident all over yourself and the two men that held you. 

“You’re serious?” Kirishima spoke loudly enough so you could hear him, and you nodded with urgency. After glancing at Bakugou, he took a step back, awkwardly trying to make his boner mostly invisible behind his joggers. “Okay. I’d rather you not piss all over.”

Bakugou turned your head towards him, his glare immediately making your legs feel weak. “He’ll take you upstairs. I’m going to get more drinks and meet you up there. You better not be using this as an excuse, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“I-it’s not, Katsuki, I promise- mmph!” You were silenced as he kissed your lips roughly, his frustration at having to stop apparent. Then, with a rough tap to your ass, you were urged forward and into Kirishima’s arms. You didn’t get a chance to glance back at Bakugou as you were led through the crowd, Kirishima using his height and size to easily push through and bump people out of the way without too much inconvenience to you. Much to your surprise, he was quite attentive of you, pulling you out of the way of wild swinging arms and keeping a firm grip on you in case you were tripped by stray feet. 

By the time you finally reached the stairs, you were completely worn out and feeling like your bladder was about to erupt. Still, you made it up the stairs and into the singular bathroom before you could piss yourself, and as you sat on the toilet, you could truly feel how intoxicated you were. You weren’t sure if your mind was spinning from the alcohol, the weed, or the incredible rush that you had felt on the dancefloor. You could feel, however, that you were incredibly sweaty, your hair sticking to your forehead, cheeks and the back of your neck like it was glued to your skin. Though, the wetness at your cunt and spread across your inner thighs was even worse. 

You couldn’t believe that you had gotten so wet and turned on from what they had done to you. Even your pathetic excuse for underwear was completely soaked through, your essence thick and visible on the black fabric. The way they had cornered you like that wasn’t something that should have excited you so much, yet here you were, trembling and dripping wet. And now, you were caught up here in this room with Kirishima. Who knows how long it might take Bakugou to get the drinks, since the bar was incredibly busy and it had taken nearly fifteen minutes to get yours earlier. 

With a defeated sigh, you wiped and decided to clean yourself up the best you could, even patting your underwear with toilet paper. In the end, the attempt wasn’t very successful, and you almost wanted to rip them back off the instant you pulled them back up to your hips. 

After washing your hands and spending a few minutes fixing your hair and wiping your face and neck of sweat, you left the restroom, finding Kirishima standing near the coffee table with the weed pipe in his hands. He gave you a comforting smile as you approached, taking a hit and blowing the smoke away from you. “Feel better, sweetheart?” 

“Yes… Uhm… Why did-” 

“Want another hit?” Kirishima interrupted you, as if he knew exactly what you were about to ask and wanted to avoid it while he could. “You’re more relaxed now, you’ll get it this time. It’ll calm your nerves, too. You’re trembling like a leaf, babe.”

“I’m… not sure.” 

“You don’t want Bakugou to see you all nervous and uptight, do you?” 

The tone of his voice instantly made your stomach twist, able to hear the slightest twinge of a threat mixed in with the worried question. Of course you didn’t want Bakugou to see you like this. You had just been so peppy and energetic down on the dancefloor, he would surely be annoyed if you grew so timid all the sudden. So, without a word, you took the pipe and lighter, doing everything you could to ignore the twist at the corner of his lips. 

Letting out a trembling breath, you brought the pipe to your lips, able to inhale, hold, and exhale without any urges to cough outside of a slight clearing of your throat. Chuckling, Kirishima took the pipe and lighter from you, setting them down again. “See! Look at you! A natural.” 

“It’s stronger this time.” 

“Yeah, I cleaned it out and prepped it again while you were in the restroom.” As he spoke, you made your way over to the front of the room, looking out of the glass and down at the bar, scanning for the blonde you had left behind. It didn’t take you long to see him, sitting on a stool as he awaited the delivery of the drinks. Though, you instantly felt heat rush to your fluttering stomach, surprised to see that he was already staring up at you. You couldn’t see his expression, but you could almost feel the icy daggers of his glare on your skin. In fact, your entire body was tingling, your mind growing dull while your body felt like every inch of you was being lightly pricked with needles. It was as if you could feel everything. Your hair tickling the back of your neck. Your dress tight against your chest. Your hot and wet underwear clung tightly against your folds and your clit. 

“Find him?” Kirishima nearly startled you enough to make you jump as he came to stand beside you, looking around curiously at all the activity below. “He sticks out like a sore thumb, doesn’t he? Ah, there! He’s already looking up here, too. He’s so into you, babe.” 

“He is…?” 

“Oh yeah. And I can see why.” One of his large hands came to rest against your lower back, stepping in a bit closer to you. “You’re so cute and timid. Obedient.” His hand began to travel down along the curve of your ass, the slight sting of your welts from earlier making you tense and nibble at your lower lip. “Sexy. It’s hard to keep my hands off you.” 

“Katsuki might… get upset if you do anything when he’s not here.” You clutched at the bottom of your dress, trying to keep it down in the front while Kirishima slowly pulled it up from the back. 

“Oh you’re right, he might. Then you’d better not do anything to let him notice, hm? He’s watching us, after all.” His hand began to stroke along your ass, groping and squeezing with a firm grip. “Damn, you have a nice ass.” 

A small squeak escaped your lips as two if his fingers slipped between your cheeks, rubbing your sex on the outside of your underwear. “Kiri… I’m… I don’t want to without Katsuki here.” 

“You sure about that? ‘Cause your wet pussy is telling me otherwise.” With aggressive movements that made you involuntarily take a step closer to the glass, Kirishima moved his hand into your underwear. Without skipping a beat, his middle and ring fingers slid into your wet cunt with ease, forcing a sweet gasp from your lips. “Oh fuck, you’re tight. It’s no wonder Bakugou’s already obsessed after only fucking you once.” 

He began to move his fingers in and out of you, slowly dragging along your inner walls, being sure to keep them curved at just the right angle. Each time he dug them into you, he pressed right into your most sensitive areas, making your entire body tingle and soft moans escape your lips. Though, just as you were about to lean forward and stick your ass out for him, he gave a small hiss in warning. 

“Don’t move, sweetheart. You want him to notice?” He quickened his pace, as if he were trying to get you to give yourself away. Resting his body against the glass using one arm to prop himself up, he appeared completely casual. Since he was turned slightly towards you, he could use this angle for better leverage, digging his fingers into you faster and deeper. “But it’s not just him. Everyone down there can see us.” 

From down below, you were sure that there wasn’t anything suspicious about the two of you, and keeping that facade was completely up to you. Even so, how sensitive your body felt, and the pleasure was already beginning to make your legs weak, so you had to press your hand against the glass to support yourself. Your panting breaths fogged up the clear surface now that you were so close to it, even able to feel your hard nipples rub against the cold. It was so much stimulation so fast that you weren’t sure how long you were going to be able to hold out. 

Whining as you bit down on your bottom lip, you clenched your eyes shut tightly, digging your nails against the glass. “Kiri… please… He’ll notice!” 

“I wonder what he’ll do, then.” He began to alternate between fingering you and rubbing your clit, nearly crippling what little hold you had left on yourself. “He’d punish you, for sure, but I wonder how? Maybe he’ll spank that pretty ass until you’re crying. Or edge you over and over. Or not give you anything at all.” 

“I… please--” A moan cut you off as you began to feel yourself growing closer and closer to your release, placing both of your hands against the glass, now. “Please, I can’t hold it!” 

“Going to cum already? Let’s change it up a bit, then.” 

For a split second, you thought that he was going to completely stop as he removed his fingers from your aching and trembling cunt. Instead, you were met with a jolt of shock through your core as both of his fingers moved to your asshole, beginning to press into you without any warning. You couldn’t stop your hips from arching back towards his hand, your upper body and forehead firmly against the glass. “K-Kiri-!” 

“Ooh, looks like someone like their ass filled up, hm? What a shame Bakugou didn’t play with you here, that little squeak you just made was adorable.” His fingers slid into you up to his knuckles, bending and flexing them apart to make you moan and wiggle. “That’s it, sweetheart. You like your ass fucked?” 

“Y-yes,” you forced your eyes open, looking back down at Bakugou through the dark and flashing neon lights. He was still watching you, but there was something else. With the cover of the dark and his hips turned towards the counter, you could see him palming himself between his legs. Could he tell what was happening? Was he really getting off on it? “Kiri… I think he can tell- ah! Fuck!” Your voice cracked as he began to move his fingers within you, moving at an even quicker and more aggressive pace than he had been before. 

“He can? Well fuck, sweetheart, that means so can all the other people down there.” Kirishima moved in closer, pressing his lips against your flushed cheek, his smirk wide and eyes gleaming with enjoyment. “Can you feel their eyes on you? Watching you get off on me fingering your ass like the good little slut you are. You like being watched, don’t you?”

“I… I don’t want them all to see me! But Katsuki is… he’s watching…” 

“That’s right. He’s watching while I get to play with you. He’s so jealous he can’t help but watch, just waiting for his chance. You like that, don’t you?” 

“Yes… Yes, I like him watching me.” Your body began to rock with his movements, the pleasure building back up rapidly. “Just to know that Katsuki wants me so bad… It makes me so hot!” You couldn’t stop your voice as your hips arched further back, trembling legs spreading a bit. “Please! Please let me cum, Kiri! I want to cum while he watches me!” 

“Yeah, babe, cum all over my fingers. That’s it.” The encouraging grumble of his voice in your ear and the increased speed of his fingers within you immediately made you lose it, gasping and moaning against the glass as you struggled to stay up on your feet. The waves of pleasure that crashed over you were so intense, much more than you had ever felt just from a little assplay, but you didn’t care to try to rationalize why. 

“What a good girl.” Kirishima pressed his lips against your cheek in a playful kiss, removing his fingers and giving your backend a few light smacks. “How about we sit down for a while, hm? You need to relax a bit before Bakugou gets back up here.” 

Pushing yourself up off the glass, you didn’t think about looking for Bakugou again before you followed him over towards the couches on weak legs. You could still feel the remnants of your orgasm pulsing through your body, the slickness that you had wiped away in the bathroom once again coating your thighs and further soaking your underwear. His large, rough fingers had felt so good inside you, and although he had allowed you to cum, you were feeling severely unsatisfied and just all around… needy? Was that the right word to use? You wanted them to touch you, to hold and to praise you. But for now, it seemed as if Kirishima was perfectly content to wait a while, leaving you standing by the couches as he flopped to sit, resting back against the armrest with his legs up casually on the cushions. 

Nearly immediately, your dizzy gaze landed on the very obvious form of his cock beneath his joggers, reminding you immediately of what he had done to you on the dancefloor. Now that you could see it, your stomach fluttered with curiosity and interest, making you crave to have his cock in your hands. Walking over casually, you ignored his curious look as you took a moment to take off your shoes, before settling onto the couch between his legs. For the first time, you saw his cheeks flush, obviously having not expected you to suddenly be so handsy as you palmed along the hard length of his cock. 

“What’s up, sweetheart? Can’t wait?” 

“You’re… bigger than Katsuki?” 

Your question was met with a chuckle, Kirishima’s grin breaking his face as he allowed you to touch him. “Don’t let him hear you admit that. Not by much, but yeah, sure. Take a look.” 

With his permission, you pulled his pants down just enough to allow his cock to spring free, a shocked squeak nearly escaping your throat at the sight of him. It was true, he wasn’t any longer than Bakugou, but his girth was much more impressive. His flushed tip was pierced just as Bakugou’s had been, but he sported a bar through the underside of the blushing head that you recognized as a prince albert. For a moment, you wondered if all the band members had their dicks pierced, but that thought was quickly pushed to the back of your mind as his cock gave an impatient twitch. 

Without much consideration of the consequences, you took it into your hands, beginning to lightly pump and spread his precum around the tip and down his shaft. Kirishima gave a relieved sigh at your touch, resting one arm behind his head so he could relax and watch you. “Ah fuck… that’s it, nice and slow. Why don’t you spit on it a little, huh?” 

Leaning forward, you passionately rolled your tongue around his tip, before pulling back a bit and allowing your saliva to flow freely, using your hand to spread it down his length. The groan he gave made a smile creep across your lips as you sat back up from him, using both of your hands to stroke his cock with a firmer grip. “How’s that?” 

“Incredible. Fuck, babe… Let me see those pretty tits, huh?” 

Since your dress had low cut sleeves to begin with, it was easy for you to slip your arms out of them, before pulling the fabric down to expose your breasts to him. Not wearing a bra, they slipped easily from the tight dress, revealing your hard nipples and cute jeweled piercings. Leaning forward a bit closer to him, you continued to stroke his cock with the soft plushness of your chest around him, watching his face closely for any sign of approval. His usually smug or cheerful expression was hazed over with lust, crimson eyes watching your every move. He looked so cute and innocent, just like the man you had always seen on social media, and you loved that you had reduced him back to being his softer self just with a touch and a flash of your tits. 

Scooting your hips back a bit and propping yourself up on your knees, you leaned in and took him fully into your mouth, starting with just a sweet tease to his tip before taking him all the way down to the base. Kirishima immediately groaned and tensed beneath you, his large hand coming down to rest on the back of your head, gathering up your hair to keep it out of the way for you. “Oh fuck, damn it! Look at you, taking my cock so well. Such a good girl-” 

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening startled you both and you nearly gagged from the sudden pressure Kirishima put on the back of your head. Unable to move and unable to see, all you could do was listen to the booming voice from behind you while you tried to find some room to breathe with the cock down your throat. 

“You horny fuckers couldn’t even wait until I got back?” Bakugou’s voice was followed by the sound of the door slamming shut, along with the click of the lock. “I spend all that fucking time down there getting drinks for us and you decide to fool around without me?!” 

“Hey man, I didn’t start this! She wanted to suck my dick herself. Oh shit, sorry, sweetheart!” Kirishima released your head as you whined and wiggled to try and get yourself free, allowing you to come up. Coughing, you glowered up at Kirishima as you placed a hand over your throat, spitting the excess saliva that had gathered in your mouth onto his cock in retaliation. 

“Oh did she?” Bakugou came up behind you, putting the drinks down on the table before taking a hold of your hair and pulling you back so you were looking up at him. “And what about that little show you put on against the windows? Whose idea was that?” 

Your face flushed, stomach bubbling nervously as your fears that he could tell were confirmed. And yet, you only grew hotter, biting down onto your bottom lip as you peered up at him though your lashes. For a moment, you considered lying and saying that you had started it all, just to see what he would do, but the ever honest Kirishima spoke up first. 

“I couldn’t help it, man. She has a nice ass. But I didn’t tell her to act all obvious, she just couldn’t control herself.” 

“That’s because she’s nothing but a slut.” Still using his grip on your hair, Bakugou forced you back down so that your lips were pressed against the wet tip of Kirishima’s cock, not giving you any other choice but to open your mouth and take him in. Again, your head was forced all the way down to his pelvis, your nose pressing against his skin. As you whined, your eyes began to tear up from the pressure and uncomfortable presence deep in your throat, digging your nails into Kirishima’s hips to try and stop him from shifting beneath you. 

Struggling to breathe through your nose, you could feel your dress being pushed up around your hips, Bakugou’s free hand gripping your ass and spreading you open with no regard for the stinging welts he had left earlier that night. “Fuck, what the hell are these? Did you expect to get fucked tonight, baby?” His rough fingers stroked along your lace panties, before pulling them down away from your hips and to your thighs. “Look how fucking wet you are, too. Did that moron make you cum?” 

When he released your head, you pulled up slowly, gazing up at Kirishima to watch his flushed face and listen to his groans. Once your lips left him, you didn’t bother to spit or clean up the thick saliva and precum that dribbled from your tongue, using it to instead stroke him firmly with both hands. “Yes, Katsuki,” You choked out through your sore throat, arching your hips further up as Bakugou gripped your ass with both hands, spreading you open to watch your twitching cunt. “He made me cum while you watched. While the whole club could see.” 

“Did you like that I was watching?” Bakugou ran his thumb in slow circles against your clit. “Did that get you off, you nasty fuck?” 

“Mm, yes-” Your pace quickened, almost hypnotized by the way Kirishima reacted to your touch as Bakugou teased you. “I loved it.” 

“And how did he make you cum, huh?” The sound of a zipper and shifting clothing was lost behind his voice and the pounding in your ears. As your lips pressed against the tip of Kirishima’s cock to prepare to take him again, a moan interrupted you, your hips arching back up into Bakugou’s touch as two of his fingers slipped into your wet pussy. “Did he finger your slutty cunt?” 

“Yes,” Spurred on by the pleasure, you ran your tongue up and down along Kirishima’s throbbing shaft, your free hand pushing his joggers further down out of the way so you could cup and massage his balls. Kirishima gave a grunt, reaching down to dig his fingers into your hair again. 

“C’mon, sweetheart, tell him the truth.” 

“The truth? Tch, I bet I know what he did.” Removing his fingers from within you, they both slid up to your asshole, sinking in with ease and making your entire body shudder with a moan. “Your ass, huh? I should have fucking known. Fine, then.” Shifting his hips closer, you could feel the presence of his cock between your cheeks when he removed his hand, gripping your hips instead. “Let me fill up this slutty little hole for you.” 

Before you could truly ground yourself, the tip of his thick cock slipped into your asshole with just as much ease as his fingers, forcing a sharp gasp from your lips. Biting down onto your bottom lip as he sunk in inch by inch, you buried your face into Kirishima’s pelvis, your entire body trembling. Just as before, his size was more than you had ever taken before in either hole, and he left you feeling full and breathless. 

“K-Katsuki--!” 

“That’s right, babygirl. Moan my fucking name.” With a rough snap of his hips to start his quick pace, you cried out against Kirishima’s skin, your hand leaving his cock to instead dig your nails into his toned stomach. “How’s my fat cock feel, huh? Stretching your tight asshole-- ah fuck, baby!” As you constricted around him in response to the pleasure and his filthy mouth, he only fucked you faster and harder, his balls slapping against your clit and sending jolts of hot white pleasure through your body. 

For a while, you were completely engrossed in the feeling of his cock inside you, until a smack of Kirishima’s cock to your cheek reminded you that he was still here, too. Although it was nearly impossible for you to hold back your voice, you sat up and took his cock into your mouth again, using the pleasure to push yourself harder to please him more aggressively. 

“Ah shit! Damn!” Kirishima once again gripped onto your head, but with both hands this time. “Wait, wait! Hold still-” Using his grip on your head, he shifted his legs a bit, using new leverage to begin thrusting his hips up to fuck your mouth at his own pace. Completely at their mercy, you supported yourself with your arms against the couch, your eyes once again tearing up from the rough throat fucking and pleasure abusing your mind. The moans and filthy, lewd wet noises that came from your mouth were uncontrollable, as was the saliva and tears that coated Kirishima’s cock. 

It was painful.

It was hot. 

It was an absolute dream. 

And yet, you wanted more. You wanted these men to completely destroy you, to leave you as nothing but a twitching mess leaking their cum. 

“Want to swallow my cum, sweetheart?” 

With Kirishima’s question, you found the chance to try and get your way, giving a miniscule shake of your head as you reached up to try and push his hands off you. Bakugou scoffed, not letting up on his pace. 

“The fuck? Just cum, don’t ask her-” 

“Shut up, man, she’s trying to say something,” Allowing you up off his cock, you took a moment to cough, which was difficult behind your urge to moan and gasp in air. 

“I want both of your cocks inside me!” You finally choked out when you had a chance, gazing up at Kirishima with your flushed, teary and begging expression. “Please fill me up with both of your cocks! I need them!” A squeak escaped your lips as Bakugou grabbed you by the arms, pulling you up against his chest as his hand wrapped around your neck. 

“Beg harder,” He growled in your ear, one hand gripping your breast as he fucked you harder. For a moment, your mind went blank with the pleasure, unsure of what you had even wanted outside of Bakugou’s dick buried so deep inside of you. The pleasure in your core was near cracking, and as you looked down at Kirishima to see him pumping his own cock at the sight of you being ruined, it only spiked higher. 

“I want you to both fuck me! Please! Please, Katsuki, I’m begging you! I-- aah, fuck! Fuck!” Leaning your head back, it wasn’t another second before you came hard, your body tensing in his grip and rocking back against his hips as they also came to a stop from how hard you squeezed around him. Giving a low growl in satisfaction, Bakugou held your body tightly back against him, digging his cock as deep into you as he could get with a light bucking of his hips. 

“Oh fuck, babygirl, that’s it. Such a naughty bitch, cumming from being fucked in the ass like that. And you still want more, huh?” Bakugou spoke low in your ear, and although you were beyond high on the release, you found it within yourself to nod. 

Smirking against your cheek, Bakugou removed his cock from you. “Fine then.” While you were still trying to regain control of your dizzy mind, he gave you a rough nudge, forcing your weak and trembling body to fall forward onto Kirishima. The redhead caught you by the arms to help you steady yourself, giving an annoyed huff as he guided you up to straddle his hips. 

“Watch it, man! She could have crushed my dick, then I’d be outta luck!” 

“Shut the fuck up. I’m sick of waiting, if you don’t get a move on, I’m kicking your fucking ass out of here.” 

“Boys, boys.” You pushed yourself up on your arms so you were balanced on all fours, smiling down at Kirishima through your lustful haze. “There’s no need to argue.” Reaching down between your bodies, you took hold of Kirishima’s cock, holding it steady as you ran your dripping wet sex along it, teasing your sensitive clit. “I’m here for you both to use me. As much as you want.” Looking back over your shoulder, you caught Bakugou’s glare, though it quickly flicked back down to your hips as you began to lower yourself down onto Kirishima’s cock, letting him slip into your pussy slowly. “You like watching, Katsuki?” 

Bakugou scoffed, his face flushing. “You’d better fucking watch it, whore. Don’t forget who owns your stupid ass.” 

“But I love it when you watch me,” You let out an airy moan as Kirishima filled you up all the way to the base, not leaving a single inch of you untouched. “Just to know that I turn you on so much without even having to touch you. Even if it’s another man… Even if it’s Kiri’s fat cock inside me. It makes me so happy, Katsuki.” Steading yourself with your hands against Kirishima’s stomach, you began to roll your hips, sighing and cursing softly from the pleasure. “Fuck, so big! Both of your cocks are so big and perfect!” 

As Kirishima gripped onto your hips tightly, he was immediately taken over by the euphoria he felt being buried so deep within your wet pussy, using his strength to guide your body to start bouncing on his cock instead. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, your pussy is so tight!” It wasn’t another few seconds before he couldn’t resist thrusting his hips up into you, holding you steady as he ravaged your wet and clenching cunt at his own pace. He was hard and rough, slamming into you like a man starved, desperate for the pleasure and release he craved. “You’re such a perfect little slut.” 

Now forced to lean forward, weak arms propping you up on either side of his body, you allowed him to fuck you as he wished, each slam of his tip against your cervix blurring your vision with white sparks of pleasure. The way his thick cock filled you up and his piercing rubbed against your inner walls was building up your pleasure so rapidly that your body became completely weak, arms collapsing under you until you were laying on his chest. Somehow, you found the mental focus to look over your shoulder, your body flushing hotter at the sight of Bakugou eagerly pumping his own cock, his glare locked on the way that Kirishima was using you. 

“Ka- Katsuki,” You choked out through your moans, doing everything you could to keep hold of your mind for just a moment longer. “Please watch me while I cum! Please! A-ah! Kiri, w-wait, I--!” As the redhead grew rougher with you, there wasn’t anything you could do to hold back the pleasure any longer, and your orgasm ripped through your body like a spark of lightning, making your entire body tense and tremble. “Fuck! Fucking hell, that fat cock is so fucking good!” 

“Damn right it is, sweetheart.” Kirishima landed a hard smack to your currently unmarked asscheek. “You like being fucked by big cocks?” 

“Yes… I’ve never had cocks like this though…” You turned your face more into the skin of his chest, ignoring the sweat and drool. “Both of you… So perfect…” 

“We aren’t even done with you yet, sweetheart.” Taking hold of your ass in both hands, Kirishima spread you open, addressing the blond that still sat behind you, who was oddly quiet and patient. “C’mon, man. Let’s give her what she really wants.” 

For a moment, you felt embarrassed at the fact that Kirishima was holding your cheeks apart, your pussy still stuffed with his cock and your asshole twitching in anticipation. Looking over your shoulder again, you caught Bakugou’s gaze, the pleading expression in your eyes instantly bringing a wicked and excited smirk to his lips. That initial embarrassment spiked, holding your breath as Bakugou came in closer, taking over the task of holding your ass open. 

The tip of his cock, hot and blushing with the need for his own release, teased your tight, unoccupied hole, the feeling of his frenum piercing rolling across your skin bringing a whimper from your throat. You wanted it so much that it was nearly painful to have to wait like this. You felt powerless in the situation, only able to wait for them to decide to begin, and the anticipation was making your stomach flutter and roll. The butterflies escaped your lips with the sound of a small plea, barely audible even by you, but Bakugou was quick to take notice. 

“What’s that, babygirl?” 

“P-please…” You pushed the word out with your strangled breath, still watching him from over your shoulder. “Please don’t make me keep waiting!” You bit down onto your bottom lip as his thumb rolled over the waiting hole, teasingly dipping it in to the first knuckle. “Mm... Katsuki--” A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he landed a rough spank to your already bruised and abused cheek from earlier that night in the dressing room, the spike of pain making your body tense. Kirishima groaned and wiggled beneath you, his hips bucking lightly impatiently as your core squeezed tightly around him in reaction to the pain. 

“Aah fuck! Shit, sweetheart, don’t squeeze so tight like that, it’s hard enough not to fuck your brains out right now.” 

“What’s the matter? She’s too tight for ya?” Bakugou landed another hard, full palmed smack to your ass, forcing a sharp moan from your lips and your tensing body bringing Kirishima into another series of squirming. “I’m surprised you’re still in this, you’re usually a two-pump chump!” Then, the instant your body calmed, he shoved his entire length into you in one fell swoop, his hips meeting with the red plushness of your ass. “Fuck… How can she be such a perfect little slut?” 

The sudden feeling of being so full knocked all the air out of your lungs, your back arching to try to accommodate them both, digging your nails into the fabric of the couch. Your mind was so overwhelmed with the pressure that you could barely hear Kirishima snapping back at Bakugou for the insult he had given him, only hearing the sound of his voice without comprehending words. They were both buried so deep inside you that you worried you might split apart if they started moving, and with that realization, another came to the front of your dizzy mind. 

You’ve never had two dicks inside you at the same time. 

Never. 

With how excited and desperate you had been for it, the men must have assumed that you had and weren’t going to go easy on you. You wanted to speak, to say anything to tell them the truth, but you found it nearly impossible to pull enough air into your lungs to speak. They were about to absolutely ruin you, and you wondered in that moment if you’d be able to take it, or if you’d beg for mercy with the first thrust. 

It was Kirishima who moved first, thrusting his hips upwards slow and shallow, forcing a cry from your throat and your eyes to clench shut, hiding in his chest. “Shh, sweetheart, we got you.” Since Bakugou was holding onto your hips, Kirishima’s hands were free to caress you, one on your side and the other on the back of your head. With his tender touch, however, came longer strokes of his cock inside you, the overwhelming presence pushing tears from behind your closed eyelids. “Just breathe.” 

Bakugou, however, was not as merciful. He picked up on Kirishima’s rhythm, pulling himself all the way out to the tip before plunging back into your tense and constricting asshole. Bakugou hissed, digging his fingers into your plush hips, his blunt nails stinging your skin. “Fucking hell, babygirl, you’re just sucking me right in. Damn-!” A groan escaped him as he picked up his pace, your body starting to rock between them as the skin of his pelvis slapped against your red and abused cheeks. 

“A-ah, Katsuki-!” You nearly screamed out in shock, though your face was still buried into Kirishima’s chest. “Not so fast! Please!” 

“Oh no, babe. You begged for this. We’re giving you exactly what you asked for.” 

As if picking up on a cue, Kirishima also increased his pace, until they were both thrusting into you as deep as they could possibly get, hard and fast. Though, with their increased pace came a new feeling washing over you, pushing past the dull, uncomfortable pain. They were filling up every inch of you, caressing you and staying as perfectly in sync as they could, doing everything they could to pleasure you. And that was all you could feel. 

The pleasure. 

It pulsed through every inch of you like shockwaves, sending it rocketing up your body and down your limbs. There was no other word that you could think of to describe it besides “perfect”, and you knew that there would never be another set of men in your entire life that could make you feel this way. That could use you like this, making you feel so vulnerable yet adored at the same time. No matter the reason, these two men who you loved dearly, wanted you. 

And damn, you were happy. 

“Fuck, yes-!” You finally choked out, finding a smidgen of strength to allow you to prop yourself up on your elbows. Still, your head hung slack, your tear-filled eyes rolled up and mouth open with unending moans. “Your cocks feel so good inside me!” 

“There she is,” Deep groan reverberating in his chest from your encouragement, Bakugou increased his place, giving you another firm slap on the ass. “That’s right, you slut. Now tell me who you belong to.” 

“You! You, Katsuki-!” 

“-And?”

“-Kiri! I belong to both of you! I’m your little slut, please do whatever you want with me! Just please don’t stop, I want to feel your cum inside me!” 

If you were honest, you weren’t sure how long they ravaged you like this. You came again, before your body was just too overly stimulated, and all you could do was lay there against Kirishima’s chest, moaning and trembling constantly. There wasn’t a rational or clear thought in your head, only able to focus on their dicks inside you, and their increasingly loud moans and grunts. 

They were getting close. 

“Fucking shit-” Bakugou was barely able to get the curse out before his hips began to shutter, his thrusts becoming erratic and shallow until he released inside of you, the hot feeling of his cum pulling you back into full consciousness. You peeked at him over your shoulder the best you could through your wild hair, finding his flushed, sweaty, and satisfied image endearing. You felt so empty with his exit, but you didn’t have much time to focus on that, as Kirishima immediately scooped you up and flipped you both over so you were beneath him. 

Smirk on his lips, he bent your legs back up to your chest, his pace and depth only increasing and sending you into another round of incoherent moans. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. I want to see that pretty face when I fill you up with my cum.” 

Clutching onto his arms tightly, your nails dug into his biceps as your eyes stayed locked on the way his hips moved, almost hypnotized by the sight of his cock slamming in and out of your abused cunt. The veiny girth that was absolutely coated in your slick found no resistance, and with this new visual paired with the feeling of rapid dragging along your clenching walls, you could feel another orgasm peaking fast. “K-Kiri-!” 

“Going to cum on my fat cock again, huh? Go on- Ah, oh fuck-!” A hiss escaped through his teeth as you came, your entire body quivering, cunt clenching around him and head leaning back. Your moans hitched and shook uncontrollably, unsure of exactly how loud you were as your mind fogged over with the endless waves of pleasure paired with the new heat that flooded your core with Kirishima’s release. The redhead that pinned you down was rough with his release, his hips rutting against yours with sharp snaps and deep grinding, which only prolonged your release until you were nothing but a limp, trembling mess. 

“Look at you. You’re so damn pretty.” Kirishima’s voice barely registered in your mind, as did the clicking sound of a phone taking pictures. “Bakugou, come hold her legs back.” 

Your teary gaze landed on Bakugou as he came to stand near your head, taking your calves into his hands and pulling them back so you were further contorted. With the movement, Kirishima removed his cock from within you, leaving you feeling incredibly empty, though the heat of his cum leaking out of you was very noticeable. With a whine as your knees were pressed on either side of your head, you weakly gripped onto Bakugou’s hands, looking up at him with exhausted, innocent curiosity. Fluffy blonde hair stuck to his face that was coated with sweat, Bakugou smirked down at you, glancing over every inch of your body. 

“Fuck babygirl, you should see yourself. You’re a mess.” 

You swallowed hard against your dry and aching throat, smiling softly as your hand traveled up and down his forearm tenderly. “All… all for you.” The sound of the phone's camera going off finally got your attention and you looked at Kirishima instead, your stomach fluttering nervously at the sight of him snapping pictures of your body. “P-pictures…?” 

“I’ve never seen a pussy this pretty, sweetheart. And it’s just dripping with my jizz… Your ass is, too, with your cheeks all fucking red from Bakugou spanking you. You’re a damn masterpiece, baby. I should have recorded this whole thing.” Obviously filming now, Kirishima ran his thumb from your asshole up along your cunt and to your clit, dragging the mess of cum with him. After a few teasing rolls of your clit, he brought his thumb up to your mouth, not even having to say a word before you opened wide to suck the digit clean. “Damn that’s hot.” 

“Save that recording shit for later. There will be plenty to shoot back at the hotel. Right, babygirl?” Bakugou released your legs, allowing you to close them and rest them comfortably to the side. Once your mouth was free of Kirishima’s fingers, you licked your lips, eyes locked on your celebrity crush as he gazed down at you expectantly. 

Any rational thought that should have peaked in your mind was smothered by a screaming need to stay with him, to do whatever he wanted just so that you could be in his presence for as long as possible. Before you knew it, you were up on trembling knees, turning to face him and timidly clutching on tightly to the front of his shirt. “Yes, Katsuki. Anything you want.” 

“That’s right,” Bakugou pulled you in closer, latching his arms around your torso and kissing you with a gentle passion that sent your heart racing. “You’ll do anything for me.” 

“And for me.” Kirishima came up to press himself against your back, his hands tightly on your hips as he kissed your cheek playfully. You couldn’t resist a soft giggle from escaping your lips, both of your arms wrapping around Bakugou’s torso tightly. 

“Mm, yes! Anything for both of you-” 

KNOCK KNOCK

“Hey, are you three done in there yet!? Hurry up! We have girls and more drinks, and I have to piss!” 

“The couches better still be clean!” 

Kirishima chuckled, releasing you with a final pat to your backside before hopping up and fixing his clothes back into proper place. “Shit, sorry, just a sec!” 

Bakugou, however, didn’t bother responding to them, kissing you again tenderly while pulling your dress back down to cover your hips. “I hope you’re ready, babygirl.” 

“For what?” 

“The afterparty is just getting started. I hope that partying with your favorite band will be everything you ever dreamed of.” 

“As long as I get to be close to you, Katsuki, I’ll do anything. Anything at all.” 

“That’s my good girl.”

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[softmothprince]

Blood in the Water

more kiri content cause i lob him. the same person who helped me with dragon’s claim worked on this with me cause i’m awkward when it comes to fluff

tw: blood is mentioned, spit (some people don't like it), fighting is mentioned (not between kiri and reader)

Kirishima peppered her forehead with kisses and giggled, “So cute!”

She giggled back and tried to pull away from him, “Kiri please! We’re never gonna get any of the shopping done if you keep this up.”

“Sorry pebble I just can’t help myself. I’m just so happy! We’re mates now!” he said nuzzling into her neck. “You’re my mate now, and you have my mark on you forever.”

She giggled and hugged him tight, “Even without a mark I’m yours forever. Now come on we have shopping to do if you want me to make dinner tonight.”

Kirirshima kissed her before grabbing her hand as they walked around the store. They finished and started to head home when he saw a bakery across the street.

“Woah check it out baby shark! That place looks new. Want to go take a look to see if we get something for dessert later?”

“Sure. I’ll be right here while you go in,” she said balancing the bag on her arm.

Kirishima pouted, “Wait you’re not coming with me?”

“Not this time babe. I’m still a little woozy from the pheromone changes going on. But don’t let me stop you go on and see what’s in there.”

“I don’t know,” he said hesitantly.

She crossed her arms and smirked at him. “Kiri I can handle being outside for a few minutes. You know I’m not weak even for an omega. I’ll be fine.”

He frowned and sighed, “Okay okay. I’ll be as fast as I can okay. Don’t move from here okay.” He pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her.

She kissed him back, “I’ll be right here waiting for you, my Alpha~”

Kiri beamed and took off for the bakery. He worries too much.

“Well well well, what do we have here? A set of tits and ass on a cute little body.”

She turned to look at the new voice with a scowl on her face. A strange man was walking towards her.

“Oh come on now. That pretty face should be smiling, won’t you smile for me?” he asked, leaning close to her.

“Fuck off,” she growled, “I’m not interested.”

The stranger raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Play hard to get? Now that’s adorable.” He leaned in even closer and sniffed. “An omega? Even better. How about I mark you and show this body a good time? You’re gonna love being my mate and you look like you’d be a great fuck.”

She slapped him hard, “What part of ‘fuck off’ and ‘not interested’ are you not getting you fucking creep?!” she yelled, then started towards the bakery in a huff.

She was suddenly yanked back hard by her arm as the man grabbed her by the arm. “That wasn’t very nice you omega BITCH!”

He pulled her into an alleyway then threw her against the wall making her cry out in pain. She growled and tried to swing at him but he slapped her making her fall again. He then yanked her up by her hair and held her arms in his other hand,

“Now let’s try that again shall we? An omega like you is good for only one thing and that’s to be fucked and bred by an Alpha like me because we can, got it?”

She tried to kick him but missed, making him yank her hair harder.

“Ooh feisty. I like feisty. It’s gonna make me claiming you all the more-” he paused seeing the bite mark on her neck. “Well, it seems someone has already claimed you. No biggie I’ll just overwrite this pathetic claim for a better one.”

She screamed loudly as she struggled, trying to get away. NO! NO! I DON’T WANT ANYONE ELSE! I GOTTA GET AWAY! I GOTTA FIND KIRI! She made another attempt to try and kick her captive’s knees to get away, earning a punch to her side.

“WOULD YOU KEEP STILL ALREADY?!” he yelled.

She let out a pained yelp. “L-let me go,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Not a chance. You’re gonna be my mate. Now hold still,” he said as he pulled her close and leaned in to bite over Kirishima’s mark.

A loud growl suddenly rings around them, making them both tense up and whip around.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HER!”

Kirishima ran and punched the creep then quickly pulled her close to him, growling.  His body shaking with rage.

“K-Kiri?”

His eyes are dark, pupils swollen to the point of almost hiding the red of his iris. He grabs her arms tightly, large hands easily holding her in place as he snaps his head down to press into her neck. Right where his mating bite laid on her sweet tasting skin.

His sharp teeth easily sink in, small spurts of blood hitting his tongue and lips and causing a deep growl to erupt from his chest.

“Mine. My Omega. Mine. ” He growls into her flesh, pressing her soft body to his and grabbing at her clothing to pull her closer.

Blood drips heavily from the punctures and his mouth, staining her shirt and skin with the deep crimson. She could almost compare it to the color of his eyes at that moment. Almost as soon as he grabbed her, he spun around to face the dumbass who decided to challenge his claim on her.

His chin and teeth are stained with her blood, running in small drops down to his neck. He wipes it on his shirt, his fingers going to touch a smaller bite on his own throat. His lips curl into a feral grin.

“What you just did? Very stupid. It seems I need to teach you a lesson on what happens when you challenge an Alpha’s claim.”

He activated his quick and she grabbed for his arm while clutching her side. “Kiri it’s okay. I’m fine baby.”

The other guy laughed, “Wow she really is a useless Omega and it seems like an even more worthless Alpha has claimed her. Then again if I bite over your mark she might be able to be worth something after all.”

Kirishima’s body shook with even more rage than before, “What the fuck did you just say?”

“You heard me, you low class Alpha,” the stranger said with a smug expression.

Kirishima gently pushed his omega behind him. “My name is Eijiro Kirishima and after what you did to my mate. I’m going to make sure that every time you hear it you run in fear,” Kiri growled with his body slowly going unbreakable. “Baby, close your eyes and cover your ears. Don’t move until I say so.”

She turned and did what he said, holding her hands tightly to hear ears to muffle the sounds of Kiri and this other alpha fighting. Soon she could hear the sounds of someone running away and an arm wrapping around her shoulder.

“Baby shark? It’s okay now. He’s gone,” Kiri murmurs softly, pressing his forehead to hers.

Her head shot up at the sound of his voice. He still had some lingering blood on his chin from earlier but a few new spots had appeared, from the fight. His eyes are wild and full of rage, his breathing heavy, and he seemed to be looking past her towards where the other alpha had fled.

“Kirishima?” she said, while reaching for his cheek.

The sound of her voice made him snap back for a second. He then scooped her up and took off running for their place. Gotta get her to safety Gotta protect her till it heals. When they finally got home he gently put her down then slammed the door shut and locked it. He turned back to face her and just looked into her eyes.

I left her alone. I put her in danger. I’m such an idiot. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, hanging his head down.

“Kiri?” She tentatively calls, reaching up to touch his face and lets her fingers brush under his eye.

His fingers curl tightly around her wrist, keeping it pressed to his cheek as his eyes snap open. While not as wild as before, she can still see the beast lingering in his gaze and it was staring at her hungrily. His breathing is still heavy and tinted with a growl, nose flaring as he inhales her scent.

Clearing her throat and, with a slight blush, says: “Alpha?”

She didn’t see it coming. One moment they were standing in the entryway of their apartment and the next she is flat on the floor. Kiri dives down and locks their lips together, his teeth scraping against the soft flesh as he slides his tongue along hers. His hands eagerly grab thighs and press them to his waist, rutting his clothed cock against her.

Sweet moans and whines fill his ears, tickling his tongue, as he grinds and humps against her covered slit. The more he moves, the more her dress rides up until it’s pooled around her belly. As Kiri tries to slide a hand under it, the fabric pulls from where it’s stuck under her ass and he growls in frustration.

With a sharp tug, he feels the material give and yanks it away from her body to expose it to his hungry gaze. Her bra is next to be torn and discarded. Her breasts lightly bounce from the movement, teasing him until he dips down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh.

“Omega. Mine. My Omega. ” He growls into her skin, sitting up slightly to stare into her eyes as he rips off her panties. Then, he stops, leaning back more to look over her.

Her hair is like a halo around her head, the setting sun shining in through the window casting beautiful light and shades over her body. The fresh bite marks- his bite marks -on her neck and breast have small, thin streams of blood painting her skin, the taste of it still on his teeth.

Her lips are parted and inhale precious air, her own nose twitching cutely as she takes in his scent. Pupils blown wide, her iris almost completely hidden. A loud, deep purr rumbles in his chest. Yes. This is his omega . His baby shark.

“Alpha?” She whimpers, shifting her hips to try and coax him back into moving.

“Mine. ” Is all he says before shoving down his pants to pull out his swollen cock.

He rubs the tip of it over her slit, crooning when she bucks and tries to shove down onto his dick. He pushes the head in and lets go to push her legs back against her chest, holding behind her knees tightly as he sinks in smoothly. A long, drawn out moan rips from her chest, her head knocking back onto the floor.

“Alpha please- ” She pants, reaching down to press her fingers against his abdomen. The firm muscles flex under her touch. “I need it- more more more please~ ”

“I haven’t even moved yet and you’re already going crazy from my cock.” Kiri chuckles breathlessly, leaning over and pressing more against her. “I wonder what you’ll do when you finally get my knot~”

He can feel her entire body tremble at his words, her cunt clamping down tighter around his dick. He purrs and dips down, licking a stripe over the claiming mark on her neck. He slowly draws his hips back, leaving just the tip inside, before thrusting back just as slowly. Each drag digs into her sweet spot, making her legs spasm.

She quickly reaches up and loops her arms around his neck, nails digging into his back and creating deep red scratches. Kiri groans at the sting, hips moving quicker.

“That’s it, baby shark, scratch me up. I’ve claimed you so much, you should be able to do the same right?” He laughs and nuzzles her jaw. “Make sure they’re nice and pretty for me ok? I want to show them off as much as possible. Make all the others jealous of the fact I’ve got the sweetest little omega~”

A sharp hiss escapes his lips when she pushes her nails in deeper, moaning in approval. He lets one of her legs go and presses his fingers to her stomach, rubbing up and down in time with his thrusts. He can feel a small bump moving underneath them, his cock stretching her so much to create the bulge.

The alpha in him wanted it to be from something else, not just his cock. But that could be discussed later. His omega slowly grows more agitated when she feels the beginning of his knot swelling against her pussy. It briefly catches on the stretched muscles, driving her crazy.

“Alpha please- Knot me, I-I want your knot!” She sobs, looping her free leg behind his back to try and push him in completely. “Knot my pussy and fill me up with your cum until I’m full and dripping~”

His eyes darken at her words and a deep growl erupts from his chest. His sweet omega, saying such things while he is like this… He slows his hips, shushing her while gently thrusting his knot into her hole. He can see her eyes roll into the back of her head, body twitching and trembling while a large wetness splatters along his thighs and cock.

“Did you just cum from my knot entering you, omega?” He asks, voice much deeper and gravely. “Hold on then, baby shark- I’m far from done with you.”

Using the few inches of space between them, he lets loose. The bottom of his knot spreads her cunt and creates loud, wet smacks. Kiri’s fingers dig into her skin, creating more rosepetal bruises on her body. A few more thrusts and he is forced to press fully against her, grinding his hips down as his breathing becomes ragged.

“F-fuck- I’m gonna- gonna fill you up. Just like you wanted. So fucking sweet…” He growls, feeling her pussy spasm around his cock again as she cums for the second time.

He isn’t far behind. Some of his cum leaks out, making him growl and press even tighter against her. It takes a bit before his knot slowly lets her go, and he pulls back to sit on his knees. His gaze travels over her entire, thoroughly fucked, body and purrs happily at the sight she makes with his marks and cum.

But something in him was still growling and pacing. Kiri cups her cheek, catching her gaze and grins when she makes a small chirping noise. As much as he loves her voice, hearing her cute little omega sounds was always welcomed.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you baby shark?” He asks, easily lifting her from the floor and into his arms. His feet make gentle sounds against the carpet as he carries her to their room. “I still need to mark you completely- I won’t stop until your entire body is covered in my marks~”

She sinks into the bed, the blankets cocooning her. Kiri lays between her legs and looks over the mess he made. In the small amount of movement she’s done, streaks of cum are painted down the side of her thighs and ass. He croons and lifts her leg over his shoulder, nuzzling and smelling the mix of scents.

His teeth sink repeatedly into the flesh of her thigh, tasting the salt of her sweat and the small drops of cum. No shorts for a while, not with the amount of hickies and teeth punctures in her flesh. He pulls back and vies into her cunt, licking up the mixture of their cum and suckles on her clit.

“Oh fuck, omega, you taste so good with your alpha’s cum inside your pretty pussy.” He moans against her, feeling her hands dig into his hair and pull every time his tongue dips into her slit. “I can’t get enough~”

Her sweet moans blend with the sloppy noises of his mouth attacking her pussy, his own moans and growls rumbling against the sensitive nerves. He sits there for what feels like forever, bringing his omega to the edge countless times until she is limp and only whimpering his name and ‘alpha’. That is when he finally is finished.

He pulls away and licks his lips, his fingers following after he wipes his chin and cheeks. Kiri turns his attention back to his baby shark, tilting his head at her heavily flushed face.

“Omega?” He whispers, slowly crawling over her and nuzzling his nose against hers.

She blinks up at him, before a loopy smile appears on her face and she reaches up to cup his.

“Alpha… love… you…” She whispers, voice hoarse and quiet.

Kirishima smiles and nuzzles into her neck purring, “I love you too, pebble. My baby shark, my omega. My one and only mate.”

He carefully picked her up and held her close to his chest grinning at seeing his marks all over her skin. “You okay baby shark? I didn't hurt ya did I?"

She shakes her head still dazed and reaches for his face, he obliges and moves in to give her many soft kisses. “Let’s get you properly cleaned up and some food in ya.”

After both had bathed they sat on the bed cuddled close as Kirishima ordered some food since they really didn’t have the energy to go out and Kirishima was still on edge from earlier. Just thinking about it made him pull her closer.

“Hey Kiri?” she said softly.

He looked at her, somewhat nervous as to what it was she was gonna say. “Y-yea baby?”

“I don’t feel woozy anymore. I think...I think the changes are done. Isn’t that great?!” she said excitedly.

Kiri paused. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you? You saved me from a creep today. What’s there to be mad about?”

“I left you alone and put you in danger! That bastard tried to-”

She crashed her lips on his kissing him deeply before caressing his cheek, “Eijiro Kirishima, you saved your mate from a creepy bastard and you think I’d be mad? I would never be mad at my hero, my alpha who I love so much,” she said nuzzling into his neck. He blushed hard before hugging her tight and giggling. “Kiri! Too tight!”

“Oops sorry pebble. I’m just so relieved that you’re okay and that you’re not mad or scared of me. I would never want anything bad to happen to you by me or anyone else,” he said kissing her forehead.

She smiled and yawned, nuzzling even closer. “Aww my omega is sleepy. Take a nap baby shark and I’ll wake you when the food gets here okay?”

She nodded and mumbled, “I love you Kirishima, my alpha.” before falling asleep in his arms.

“I love you too, my precious, beautiful mate.” He held her close and caressed her sides as she slept so that even in sleep she would know he was there keeping her safe.

#fem reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero academia #Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima x reader #reader #lemon #writing #bnha a/b/o #alpha kirishima #mha omegaverse

[midoriyas-wifey]

Drag Me to Hell

Pairing; demon!Kirishima x fem!reader

Rating: E

Words: 1k

Summary: Kirishima, demon of envy, just can’t get enough of his sweet human morsel 😈

“Eijirou, I thought we were gonna cuddle?” His precious little human whined, craning her neck to still keep an eye on the TV in front of her. He brought down that hideous man-made contraption to please his lover, but it ended up ruining his attempts at intimacy more than entertaining her. He ignored her huffing and puffing, instead choosing to… explore. He nuzzled his head down from her neck, peppering kisses from her throat to her chest. Unfortunately, she still had her shirt on. ‘How inconvenient.’ He grunted.

The only reason he didn’t rip it straight off was that she hated it when he ruined her clothes. It’s funny, how something so delicate and transient as a human had such control over him. Kirishima was an arch-demon of Envy, striking fear and terror into the hearts of those who crossed him. Y/N was so soft and warm, two things sorely lacking in his irradiated wasteland of a realm.

His large hands reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, his crimson slitted eyes drifting up only to see his lover with a cute pout on her face, but no true resistance. A wide, adoring smile split his face, rows of sharp teeth pressing on his lips. He loved her, but she could be so childish sometimes.

“Just put it on pause, Y/N, you’ve seen this episode a million times,”

She tossed her head back in defeat and raised her arms with a sigh.

“Good girl,” He murmured, pulling her shirt completely over her head, leaving her only in the cute bra he had picked out (stolen from the mortal realm) for her the other day. He popped open the front clasp (the only reason he chose that bra…) with more delicacy than expected and immediately began to play with her nipples; now perking under his attention. Now her sighs were less of exasperation and more out of pleasure.

Those sighs turned into a squeak of surprise when he took one of her nipples into his mouth and started to lave his tongue over it, careful not to damage the delicate buds with his sharp teeth. Meanwhile, his rough, strong hands began to trail down her body, claws snagging on the waistband of her sweatpants.

“Lift your hips, Y/N.” She did as he told her without a moment’s hesitation, a sense of excitement at the thought of making love in an area where anyone could walk in on them. What would Kaminari say if he found them in such a compromising position? Bakugou? The face that the bitter demon of Pride would make if he saw them sent a shock of devious pleasure down her spine.

Her sweatpants and panties were quickly disposed of, leaving her bare in front of his hungry eyes.

He easily lifted her body and laid her down on top of the plush rug in front of his fireplace, his large body looming over her. With a snap of his fingers, his clothing vanished into curls of black smoke.

“Spread your legs,” Kirishima commanded, hands already coming up to assist her and pinning her knees up by her head. He was massive and he knew it, but he had the insatiable urge to plunge into her. She was wet enough, she always was. She’d forgive him for his impatience, right? She always did.

He slowly pressed his thick cock into her, relishing in her gasp of surprise and wrinkle of discomfort between her brows. As he bottomed out in her hot insides, his large calloused thumb cam to stroke slow circles first around her clit, then pressed directly against it, eliciting a whole body jolt and a cry from her.

He set up a deep, controlling pace. Her moans were punctured by little squeaks every time his powerful hips smacked against her smaller form.

He was intense, holding her in a tight embrace and staring at her flushed face with fervent, burning eyes. She might’ve been uncomfortable with the strength of his gaze if it were not for the fact that her eyes were tightly shut to ride out the amazing feeling of him stretching her.

Her legs came up and wrapped around him, brushing against his leathery wings. Her hands threaded through his spiky red hair, one finding hold on one of his horns.

At the sensation of her grip, he immediately sped up his pace, the friction between them nearly pounding her breath out from the intensity.

She was getting close, he could tell by the way her cunt was starting to flutter and tighten around him. He pressed her further into the carpet, giving one last burst of speed to finish her off.

Y/N however, was desperately trying to hold out and keep her composure, wanting for once to cum at the same time. Those ideas were dashed when she felt him brush against that tender spot inside her. A bright, hot bolt of pleasure zapped through her belly and down into her core, scalding her from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. She shrieked, toes curling and grasping on to him to help ground her. Her body arched like a bow, but was pinned down by his larger one.

Kirishima watched her face shift from expression to expression, each one so vivid. He adored the cute faces and noises she made as she came, he didn’t think even in a thousand years he’d tire of it. He waited patiently, looking down at her.

After slowly coming down from her high, she blearily opened her tear-glossed eyes to look at him. Once again, that same grin from before, full of adoration and a touch of smugness, was plastered on his face. His large hand came up and cradled her cheek delicately for a demon of his stature.

Leaning forward he whispered, “It’s my turn now.”

Her whimper only solidified his feelings.

Yes, if demons could love, then he’s fallen harder than he fell from heaven.

#bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijirou #kirishima smut #mha kirishima #kirishima x reader #demon kirishima #demon kirishima x reader #bnha lemon #bnha smut

[monst]

God I would love to be trapped between Kirishima and bakugo just panting and needy🥵🥵🥵Pet names?? God please

Lousy Wi-Fi 

All characters 18+

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader x Kirishima Eijirou 

Warnings: Thirsty bitch juice, Dp, Rimming and Shitty internet. Thirst post fic =D

       The night has started innocently enough, all was well until the video you were watching began to buffer. You had clicked your tongue in annoyance your phone plan’s data was incredibly slow and sadly limited. In your annoyance you decided to investigate, you shimmied on some shorts and left the comforts of your bedroom.

               Once you were out you caught sight of your red-headed flatmate holding his phone up in the air. You sighed at the realization; it was the third time that month that the Wi-Fi cut off. Kirishima noticed you and was about to comment on how lame it was when the both of you heard the sound of a demonic entity howl. You shot Kirishima a horrified look.

               “Wasn’t Katsuki completing an accounting assignment on that one website..” You mumbled. Kirishima nodded solemnly.

               “Mother Fucker!” You both heard a slam against the wall. You flinched when you heard the door crack against the wall when he flung it open. Lava pools set the earth on fire with their gaze as he practically frothed at the mouth. “Again!?”  

               After he had bore a hole into the floor in his rant he finally cooled off. You couldn’t understand why he was so pissed…. His assignment was due next month, and it had literally been assigned that same day. Once the blonde had finally calmed the lot of you decided that you would change your internet provider you all sat down to do something together.

               “Two pair” Bakugou huffed.

               “Ughh Another High card.” Kirishima groaned.

               “Straight.” You grinned. You were destroying them, your streak of luck had landed you a full house, a straight flush and miraculously you even won a round with a three of a kind.

               “Your cheating.” Kirishima pouted.

               “Nope, you both just suck.” Bakugou didn’t like your comment and scoffed.

               “The only reason I’m not winning is because I’m not interested.” He sneered.

               You shared a look with Kirishima, both of you knowing he was pulling shit out of his ass with that statement. It was then that you got the brilliant idea to goad him on. You checked your nails flippantly as you spoke.

               “So, your saying if we make it more interesting then you’ll obviously win?”

               “Of course.” His ego was astonishing.

               “Alright then. Let’s raise the stakes.” You challenged, Bakugou never backed down from a challenge and with his nose almost pressing against your own he agreed, against Kirishima’s protest to just play for fun.

               “So, then Kat-Su-Ki how will you make it interesting?” You prodded, you ere confident that you’d be able to swindle him out of his pocket cash. The green greed in your eyes was prominent and Bakugou decided to knock you off your high horse.

               “Strip.”

               You sputtered, Kirishima blushed and Bakugou grinned. “Unless your too pussy.”

               “Of course not.” You bristled “I hope you like the cold Bakugou.”

               Your lips twitched in annoyance as your eyes pierced the plastic of your cards. Kirishima sat in nothing but his briefs, Bakugou still had red gym shorts hanging from his hips black boxers peaking out from the hem showing you that it wasn’t over yet. So far you had lost your socks and as you set down your straight you cursed. The ash blonde tossed his flush down with a smirk.

               “Take e’m off Ei.” He snickered at the red-head. The tips of his ears matched his hair as he slid the black cloth off his legs. You averted your eyes to give him privacy, but heat rose to your cheeks, you had caught sight of the black tail of hair and at what laid at the end of said trail….

               “You too princess~” He sneered. And so there went your bra, you mentally cheered, glad that you hadn’t removed it. A blonde brow rose in amusement as you removed the fabric from within your shirt. You won the next round, your fist pumping the air when the red gym shorts hit the ground. Your movement had the material of your shirt pressing against your bare breasts and the sight of your hardened peaks didn’t escape the to pairs of crimson eyes.

               Kirishima had been shifting uncomfortably as the game progressed. The bi-panic was oh so real. He was still stark naked, but he was glad that the couch pillow covered his current…issue. His problem only grew when a grin stretched the blonde’s lips. Your shorts had joined the pile of clothes, your lacy panties on full display. He swallowed thickly his eyes set on your soft thighs.

               Concentration was difficult, your face felt as if it were going to melt. Kirishima was bare from head to toe, his strong bulky frame a tantalizing treat to your eyes. And, the gorgeous blonde in front of you was nothing to sneeze at, you were hyper aware of every flex and stretch of his muscles as he set down the community cards. This game had definitely gotten interesting.

               You pressed your thighs together hoping to whatever deity that they didn’t see your arousal seeping through the thin material. The air around the three of you had become thick with heat but despite the growing tension neither you nor Bakugou backed down. All of you could see where things were headed and none of you made a move to stop it.

               You could hear Kirishima’s sharp intake of air as Bakugou presented a Straight flush. When your four of a kind hit the coffee table Bakugou spoke.

               “Your move princess.” You felt yourself clench at the raspy tone. Your fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, for a moment it seemed like you were going to remove it, but both pairs of red eyes widened when you pulled on the elastic of your panties and slid the soiled material off your legs. A shaky breath left Bakugou’s lips when the clear string of slick separated.

               Kirishima’s hips bucked against the pillow he held tightly to his lap a quite ‘fuck’ escaping his lips. Bakugou’s jaw was set tight when you dealt the next hand. His eyes kept slipping down as your shirt didn’t fully cover your dripping folds. Off to the side he could also make out Kirishima attempting to move discreetly to create friction. Before the community cards could hit the table Bakugou spoke.

               “Fuck it.” He hissed tossing his cards to the side. You all stood at the same time and without warning you were all a tangle of limbs. Bakugou’s lips devoured yours his thick fingers wet with your slick as he teased your puffy lips. Kirishima’s hands slipped your shirt over your head his hands palming your breasts, fingers tugging at your nipples as his teeth nipped at your neck.

               A gasp spilled from your lips when you felt Kirishima kneel down and part your cheeks. A new heat bloomed on the apples of your cheeks when you felt the first warm lick against your puckered hole.

               “Holy shit.” You sighed when Bakugou’s fingers pressed lazy circles around your clit, one of your hands held onto Kirishima’s shoulder while your other hand busied itself with mapping out Bakugou’s torso, your fingers following the light blonde tail underneath the tight material of his briefs. The blonde groaned when your hand made contact with his throbbing length, the girthy meat hot in your grasp.

               While you stroked him, he slid his fingers into your sopping pussy. The wet noise acomapniying the messy slurps of the red-head behind you. You squealed when his thumb pressed into the tight ring of muscle. “It’s not wet enough Ei.” Bakugou groaned.

               You didn’t need to be told twice and you pulled away from the duo and quickly ran to your room leaving the pair of them befuddled. That was until you came back with a bottle half-empty with clear liquid. Kirishima grinned catching it with ease when you tossed it.

               “Thanks sweetheart.”

               “I owe you a blow job.” You winked, knowing that had you not been dying for them to fill you that very instant you would have provided the slick of your mouth as lube. Your tongue ran over your lips as you stared down at the his size.

               “You can look at it later princess.” Bakugou smirked, his form bare as he pressed his solid chest to yours. Krishima came up behind you the monstrous cock hot against the curve of your ass. Your arms came up around the blonde’s neck. Strong arms lifted you with ease, Bakugou slid into you first, the thickness stretching you out while the curve of his cock brushed against your sensitive walls with each slow drag.

               “Fuck babe your so fucking tight.” He groaned.

               Kirishima pressed into you slowly, the sting of his girth had you panting against Bakugou’s chest. “Your doing so well (Name).” He huffed, his lips pressing appreciative kisses to your brow with each inch. Bakugou waited till his friend’s length pressed right up against his to resume movement.

               Your nails dug into Bakugou’s back as they pounded into you. The bruising pace Bakugou set was a complete contrast to Kirishima’s slow deep pace. You cried out at the feeling, electric waves of pleasure surging through your body with every thrust. Their hands squeezed and groped your body greedily. Your mind was numb with pleasure as Kirishima whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

               “Your so fucking gorgeous babe.” He praised “Ah~ Your ass is so perfect.” He grunted your fleshy walls squeezing down on him.

               “This was your plan from the beginning wasn’t it?” Bakugou hissed, teeth catching your bouncing nipples. “Have us both fuck your slutty holes”

               You were all on cloud nine, lost in the sauce and as you felt your muscles tense and your pussy clench you all shared a single thought.

                 ‘Maybe we should change our internet provider.”

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[kalieros]

Thinking about Kirishima as your personal trainer, barely able to resist from touching you. Every day he pushes you harder and harder in your workouts, just to see the sweat drip down your body. He fantasizes about making you sweat under him. He fantasizes about turning you around on the weight bench and bending you over, smacking your ass as he takes you right there in front of everyone.

He see’s how everyone else looks at you - and it only makes his cock throb harder at night, knowing that he gets to see you, direct you, even if it’s not in the bedroom just yet. No, the time will come.

Kiri thinks about watching your cute little body squirm under his fat cock. He just knows the look on your face would be priceless, especially if he just sat you on the bench, slipped down your shorts and slid right in your tight little cavern from the back. He would grip onto your shorts for leverage, quietly fucking into you from the back as he whispered dirty little sweet nothings into your ear about how perfect you look. How sweet you look taking his length, like you were made for him.

#bnha #my hero academia #kirishima x you #kirishima x reader smut #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro #lemon #kiriskali #eijirou kirishima #kirishima x y/n #boku no academia #boku no hero academia #my hero #gn reader #slightly yandere kiri #size kink #sort of