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The Wolves and the Doe

Viking KiriBaku x FemReader

Hey yall! I'm still on my haitus but I TOTALLY forgot to post this on here. I posted it on AO3 but not here. It has been sitting in my drafts for who knows how long. Sorry about that. Either who. Here you go. I love this peice.

Since you were a little girl you had loved the son of a Jarl and the son of a great warrior, but life took you away from them. When they come back to you, it's almost as you first met. A chase. A hunt. The wolves and the doe.

Note: Mentions of Norse gods, periods and the demons that they are, mentions of blood, Predator vs prey mentality, mentions of Kiribaku obviously. Some NSFW close to the end. No smut. Sadly.

Growing up as the king’s youngest daughter you were always pampered and spoiled. You were daddy’s little girl. His favourite girl. Yet that also meant you could get away with a lot of things. Tripping in the procession? That’s fine. The poor little one tripped on a stone. Interrupting your father to tell him that you think some random lady looks pretty? Look at you being a kind little princess. Sneaking off to go play with a Jarl's son and his friend?

That was new.

You never liked playing with the other girls of the court. They were all so stuffy and if not pampering you and trying to suck up to you. As much as you didn’t mind the attention, it wasn’t what you wanted nor what tickled your fancy.

It was one time, when you were not older than six, you had wandered away from your family that sat posed in the great hall. You had magically found your way outside where a group of friends were playing around. They were wrestling and fighting one another. Out of the group your eyes couldn’t leave two of them. You hid behind a wooden pole to watch them.

The tallest of the boys was a blond. He had spiky blond hair that made him look a bit like a porcupine to you. He had red maroon eyes and a boisterous laugh and smile. He seemed to be confident and hold an aura of control and pride to him. Another kid that seemed to be rather close to him, slightly smaller, was a boy with black hair that came into is face. He had wide ruby eyes, like a jewel or crisp apple. He had a scar over his right eye and seemed to be the strongest out of all of them.

They played around with two other boys and a girl. One boy had black hair and the other had yellow hair with a black mark in it. He must have been a relative to a seer. You heard of them with their mystical powers and connection to the gods. The only girl had fluffy pink hair and seemed just as rowdy as the boys.

You watched all of them enviously.

“Come on, Eijiro. You can hit him harder than that!” The ash blond shouted at the kid with the black hair and scar.

The boy put his hands together and looked down. “Sorry Katsuki, but I don’t want to hurt Denki.”

“Yah, Kacchan!” The yellow haired small boy shouted, standing behind the other boy with black hair and had a straight tooth smile. “I don't want to get hit. Look at me, I’m tiny.” He hid more of his body as he glared.

He’s false bravado made you giggle, causing attention to yourself.

“Oi!” The ash blond child, Kacchan you guessed, stomped over to you. “Who are you! Why are you spying on us!” He shouted at you.

You weren’t used to people shouting at you other than your older siblings. You didn’t tolerate it from others. Not liking it at all, you frowned. “I am princess Y/N! My daddy is the king and I can do whatever I want.”

Bakugou glared at you. He didn’t like how high you placed yourself. How higher you placed yourself above him. He pointed a finger at you. “You little brat!” Before he could do something he regretted, Kirishima quickly wrapped his arms around him.

He held the angry blond in his arms as he offered you a smile. It was odd watching them, being the same age, and yet Kirishima was restraining him pretty well. “Sorry about him, your highness.” He said, offering you a kind smile. Broad, sharp teeth and kind. You couldn’t help but soften at the look of him.

“Well…” You looked away. “It’s fine for now. But the next time he does it, I’m telling daddy.”

“You’re a princess?” Mina asked as she approached you bouncing on her heels in excitement. “That’s so cool. You look like the King so it must be true.” She said as she looked between you and her friends.

“Yah, she should call her precious daddy!” Bakugou mocked as he tilted his head side to side. “You wouldn’t be able to handle me by yourself, princess. You’re weak.”

“No, I’m not!” You stomped your foot and glared back at him.

Sero quickly moved to stand next to Bakugou. “Uh, Katsuki.” he said with a nervous smile. “Maybe you should calm down.” He offered.

Bakugou kept his eyes on you. “Never!” He stuck his tongue out at you childishly. “Weak little brat!” He teased you. “Can’t do anything without daddy’s help. Poor little princes-”

A slap went through the area. You stood with an angry face as you looked down at him. Clutching his plush cheek was Bakugou. His face was set into one of pure surprise. He didn’t expect you to hit him, let alone the slap to sting. The other children were silent, not fully believing that it actually happened.

“Keep quiet you… you… you dog!” You shouted at him angry.

Denki retreated back as he grew nervous at how quiet Bakugou was being. “Oh no. I don’t think you should have done that, princess.”

Bakugou’s fists balled up as he faced you again. His eyes white with rage as he seethed in anger. “You’re gonna regret that princess.”

That’s when you did the smartest thing you did all day.

You ran.

You ran, not in fear but giggling for the most part. The angry blond throwing retorts and angry growls at you as you ran through the streets. People watched and wondered why you were running away from a string of other children all following one another. Bakugou was behind you trying to catch you. Kirishima was behind Bakugou trying to calm him down. Mina was behind Kirishima wanting to see what would happen next. Sero was following Mina for the same reason. Denki followed because he didn’t want to be left alone for the most part.

You ran straight into the main hall, giggling and squealing trying to get away from Bakugou. Kirishima and Bakugou both followed you into the main hall but Mina, Sero and Denki all stopped. In the main hall was where all the leaders were meeting. Your giggling, Bakugou’s shouting and Kirishima’s apologise were what disturbed the meeting.

You quickly ran over to your father and hid by his side. “Daddy save me!”

“Come here and fight me, princess!” Bakugou shouted in front of all the adults. Including his mother and his Jarl, Kirishima’s father, Takeo Kirishima. The two adults stood horrified as their two sons stood in front of the royal family.

Kirishima quickly stood in front of his best friend and stopped him from approaching you any further. He forced the blond down on his knees alongside him. They were both on one knee in front of you and your family. “I’m deeply sorry for the disturbance your majesty. We were just playing outside when things got out of hand.” He apologised profusely. He knew how much his father took pride in these meetings so he knew what was best was to apologise.

“SHE SLAPPED ME!” Bakugou shouted looking back up at you with a glare. Kirishima tugged on his friend’s ear harshly. “OW!”

“Forgive us.” Kirishima stated his head still down in respect.

All the adults were very amused at the whole situation. Especially your parents. Your mother laughed but looked down at the two young boys fondly. “What are your names?”

“Eijiro Kirishima, your majesty.” Kirishima answered immediately. “Son of the great Jarl Takeo Kirishima. And this-” He kept Bakugou’s head down with a firm grip that was clearly not relanting despite the blond's struggles. “Is Katsuki Bakugou, son of Mitsuki Bakugou.” He answered for his grumbling friend.

Your father turned to look up at the two embarrassed parents. Mitsuki was seething at her son for interrupting the meeting and showing little respect to royalty. Takeo, however, was rather impressed with his son’s level-headedness in this situation. Your father turned to look at you, who had crawled into his lap. You sat with your arms folded and a huff. “Daughter.”

You turned to your father innocently. “Yes, daddy?” You asked.

“Did you slap Katsuki?” He asked you.

You hesitated. You pouted. “He was being mean to me, daddy.” You pointed down at the two boys.

The king turned to Bakugou who had calmed down a bit more. “Katsuki.”

“Huh?” Bakugou asked as he looked up. He was roughly nudged in the ribs by Kirishima making him wince. “I mean… Yes, m’lord.” He corrected himself with a mumble. That made the other Jarls laugh. Mitsuki dragged her hands down her face as she tried not to burn with anger at her child’s show of no manners.

“Were you bested by my daughter?”

Bakugou huffed. “No, she ran away and I-”

“If a doe runs away from the wolves does that not mean that the doe has won?” Your father asked as he raised an eyebrow down at the blond child.

Bakugou opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. He crossed his arms and looked away. “Tsk.” He scowled. “One day I’ll be a strong warrior and no stupid doe will out best me!” He loudly proclaimed. “Especially you princess!”

Your mother laughed at the child's ambition. “I don’t doubt that, if you are anything like your mother.” She turned to Kirishima. “Little Eijiro. What do you think of the blond's proclamation? You are to be a future Jarl if all goes right.”

Kirishima was only silent for a moment. “He’s the best boy in my village, your majesty.” He said making Bakugou’s cheeks burn a slight pink but he still frowned. He nodded his head in agreement. “He’s fast, skilled and has great ambition. I don’t doubt what he says. I want him to be my second in command, like my father has Aunt Mitsuki as his.”

Your mother nodded her head as she looked up to Takeo. “Your son has a great eye, Takeo. If Thor will have it, he just might make a strong leader one day, especially if he can deal with a Bakugou.”

After the meeting had finished, with no more disturbances, both Jarl Takeo and Mitsuki both apologised to your family. No one minded. Bakugou, however, was now determined to try and beat you at something, dragging Kirishima along with him. There were many visits from the Bakugous and Kirishimas since that day. Whenever they were in your village with their parents you always spent time with them. Whether it was watching them fight, or running through the surrounding woods with them in a game of tag. Where you were, they were. The three of you, even though you only saw each other every few months or so, you were all close. Everyone could see it. Some even wondered at your young age, who you would choose. The Jarl’s son or the fierce warrior?

You could never choose. Never split them apart. They were great together as is.

Then one day, when you were twelve, you woke up and there was blood everywhere. Everywhere means your sheets. You had screamed loud enough for Valhalla to hear you. You thought you were dying. You felt like it too. Your servants had run into the room you shared with your older sister. But next thing you know, no one was listening to the girl who was practically crying her eyes out. Everyone was celebrating. For what reason you hadn’t known till your mother and sister sat you down.

You weren’t a girl anymore to them.

You had to take your princess studies more seriously now.

Your sister took pity on you, having had experienced what you were going to be put through a two years before. Suddenly she seemed less annoying and more like your only refuge.

So while the village celebrated and you were sulking around, you met Kirishima and Bakugou one last time.

You met them in the woods, your secret place by a river. The two of them stood in front of you who looked like you were anything but happy. Of course you couldn’t be. Not with all you had learnt today. The moon was high in the sky and the river was still. The dark area was peaceful other than the growing tension between the three of you.

“We can’t hang out anymore.” You let out finally and quietly.

Bakugou was the first to react like always. “HUH!” He shouted rather loudly. “Why not?” He asked as he stepped closer.

Kirishima stopped him and shot him a look to calm down. The blond took a breath and focused back on you. Kirishima had his black hair tied back in a small ponytail, sort of spikey at the end that reminded you of Bakugou’s hair. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Is it because of today?” He asked.

The both of them weren’t entirely sure why today was a big deal. Nor why everyone was acting like it was a god’s birthday but it seemed important enough and that it had to do with you. Takeo had promised to explain to his son and his son’s best friend later when they went back home. It didn’t stop them from enjoying the festivities though. They did enjoy it until they noticed you weren’t.

You nodded your head as you held your elbows. You shrunk your shoulders as you furrowed your eyebrows. You looked off to the side. The cool night air blew making your long dress move with you. “I… I’m not a little girl anymore. I can’t play with you guys. I need to take being a princess and a woman of this village seriously.” You recited what your mother’s handmaiden had told you. “Besides, you guys will have to train to become leaders and warriors. You won’t have time for me for the next few years.”

The boys winced as they knew you were telling the truth. They would have to go to the trials and earn their place among men. Earn their place as warriors and protectors. They wouldn't be able to see you for the next few years. They would be plundering, training, earning their arm rings. They would have to be away from you.

They didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit. The three of you all knew that the day would come where childish games and fun times would come to an end.

Bakugou folded his arms over his bear chest. “How can we get your attention then?” He asked. That caught both you and Kirishima's attention. “If you can’t give us it then how can we get it?” He asked again.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. My mom said I would have to focus on my future partner.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” He proclaimed. He had already made up his mind. The blond placed his hands on his hips and nodded. “WE’RE GONNA MARRY YOU!” He pointed to you.

“W-what!” You asked confused. “Both of you?” You asked shocked. “My father won’t allow it.”

“Yes, he will.” Bakugou said shamelessly and certain. Kirishima however was blushing red and went stiff. Bakugou threw his arm around Kirishima next to him. “I will become the best warrior this kingdom has ever seen and Eijiro will become the next Jarl of our village! Right, Eijiro?”

Kirishima nodded his head, not entirely sure what exactly he was putting himself up for but he did know, if it concerned you and Bakugou, he would do anything. “Y-yes. As a Jarl, I’ll make sure we’ll marry you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. You clearly weren’t convinced. Bakugou turned to Kirishima. “Oi, Eijiro. What’s that thing that people do before they get married?”

Kiri looked at Bakugou confused. “Kiss?”

Bakugou’s face scrunched up as he stuck his tongue out. “Gross. No.” He pushed the other boy. That made Kirishima blush bashfully and you giggled. “The other thing.”

“Propose?” Kirishima suggested again.

“Yah but we did that.” Bakugou stated.

“We did?” Kirishima asked, confused.

Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but then realised Kirishima was right. He dropped down to one knee. His face went pink but he looked determined. His red eyes looking between the two of you. “I promise to Odin and any other fuckin’ gods I need to, that I’ll marry the both of you.” He nodded his head. He pointed to his chest. “And I’ll be the best fuckin’ husband you’ll ever have.”

You and Kirishima shared a look. Before you could comment, Kirishima did the same thing. He went on one knee before the two of you. “I promise to Odin and Freya that I’ll marry the both of you and be the most manliest and reliable husband to… to the both of you.” He stared at the blond briefly, making Bakugou turn his head trying to hide his red face. Kirishima looked back up at you. “I promise.”

Watching them do it, you couldn’t just stand and not say anything. You pulled your dress to the side and went down on one knee. Your knee pressed against the cold damp soil. “I promise to Odin and Freya that I’ll marry the both of you and be the best wife you could ever need. Don’t think about trying to find another woman because she won’t be better than me.” You stated proudly.

And that was the last time you saw them for years. You grew, you changed physically and mentally but what stayed the same was where your heart belonged to. You were older, wiser and for one thing less spoilt. You did everything to be the best person you could be. You helped around the community, you supported your warriors and even learned a bit from them.

Your eldest brother had passed leaving your eldest sister as the next heir to the throne. That in itself scared you. Not because you didn’t support your sister. You did, but that also meant that she couldn’t be carted off. That she wasn’t to be used as a bargaining chip anymore. You were the next royal in line. You were terrified obviously. You didn’t want to marry some fat old man of a neighbouring village or kingdom. If anything you would have rather died single.

Your life was like that. Waking up each morning to fear.

But for one day, that disappeared. Your father was holding a great feast for a series of successful raids that had been occurring. The guests of honours were said to be ones you hadn’t seen in years.

You hadn’t been that excited or nervous for something in months. You dressed in your best outfit, applied face paint to your eyes, face and shoulders and made sure you looked more presantable than you were in months.

“You know you might just attract every other person other than them right?” Your sister teased from her place upon her bed.

You pulled on a fur around your shoulders. “Lets pray that doesn't happen.” You stated unbothered.

Your sister raised an eyebrow. She stood up. “I heard they were lovers.” She stated.

You stiffened for a moment. You heard stories about them. The beast of a redhead that tore through enemies like they were paper. The blond demon warrior that slaughtered and took with a smile on his face. An unstoppable duo whose affections towards each other, though not shunned nor hated on, were very apparent. You were glad they still were close and if the rumours were true, loved each other. If they couldn’t have you at least they had each other.

Your sister walked up behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “Sister, let them go. You can’t keep on holding on to silly childhood promises.” She told you as she bent down to look at you through the mirror. You looked down at your lap. “I am sure I can find you a lovely young jarl you could spend your time with. Plus what if you don’t find them attractive anymore?”

You looked up at her. “Well, I would need to get my eyes checked.” You stood up with her.

The two of you went into the main hall. You both stood next to your father and mother and younger brother. You watched as Jarl after Jarl and warrior after warrior came into the great hall but you hadn’t seen them yet. You kept your head high. Even if you were mistaken, even if they weren’t coming, you wouldn’t be disheartened. It only meant you would probably take your sister up on what she had offered.

Lastly, from the darkness outside were two men, built like oaxen. You were stunned for the most part. The sea of people in the great hall parted for them, feeling the power and radiancy they carried with them. It was suffocating from even where you stood.

Finally making it in front, standing next to each other were the two men you had longed to see for years.

On the left was an ash blond with a white direwolf fur over his shoulders with a red cape. His hair was longer now. Half his head was braided in tight blonde braids and the rest was kept in his unruly blond locks. He was lean with a small waist that had even you envious. His large chest seemed soft to you and held few scars to them but clearly hard earned. His maroon piercing eyes, covered in black tribal paint looked at you instantly. They held no shame in looking at you or your figure, a smirk of pride and cockiness went to his face at your attention.

Your eyes then went to the giant next to him that you could hardly believe was the same boy you knew years ago. He had a growth spurt making him wider and bigger than the blond. He truly lived up to the reputation that the Kirishima’s held of being beasts among men. His broad and exposed chest was covered in markings and a few scars. He had long locks of red hair that fell down his back. You had heard rumours that his hair turns red permanently from the blood of his victims. His crisp apple eyes found you as well. An unreadable emotion behind his eyes.

The two of them bent down on one knee before your family, their heads down. The tight arm rings around their right arms showing their vows to their fellow man here. “Your majesties.” They both said.

Your father smiled with a laugh. “The demon warrior, Katsuki Bakugou and the Beast among men, Jarl Eijiro Kirishima. Stand men, stand. This whole night is in honour of you after all.” The duo stood back up straight, heads held high. “Your winnings and efforts have paid off my good and faithful warriors. Tonight we shall feast in your honour!”

With that the hall erupted into joyous cheers. Music played and food was served as everyone sat drinking and eating to their hearts content. Loud boisterous laughter and cheers rang through the warm air as there was celebration to their achievements. You sat dutifully next to your sister as she got lucky enough to sit next to Bakugou. Your father sat between the two men.

“Maybe you weren’t so wrong about dressing up.” Your sister whispered into your ear, making you both giggle.

You nudged her. “You never did like to listen to me.” You teased. Before you could continue you heard your father say something.

“I would like to reward the both of you with an opportunity as well with your riches… If you so wish...” He stated to the two of them. You peered over trying to hear what else he would say when your sister cut in.

“Whoever gets their hands on them would be a lucky person.” She stated as she picked up her cup of beer.

You nodded. “Yes, they would. If only the heavens would be so kind.” You motioned to her.

“Mother said that father might just reward one of them with the opportunity as King.”

You choked on your wine. “What?”

She nodded her head. “For my hand, they would be crowned King.” Your ears started to ring at her words.

“For… your… your hand?” You asked shakily.

She smiled. “Yep. Of course you could have the other one if you so wished.”

You absentmindedly nodded your head not entirely feeling all up to the party. Your first chance in years to see them, talk to them, be with them and it was taken from you. You stood up. “Excuse me, I’ve got to go out and check on our brother. He must be so bored.” You smiled and quickly made your way away from the main table. Red eyes watched you as you left.

You quickly made your way out of the hall into the cool night air. You dropped your shoulders and went into the direction of the woods. Your head down as you tried regaining your barings. She must have known your fathers plans all along. Which was probably why she told you to forget about them. You couldn’t have both. That’s selfish.

Or was it?

You didn’t mind being selfish.

You found yourself at the river, your meeting spot when you were kids. The night seemed identical to it was the last time you saw them. Bright big moon in the sky with the heavens twinkling and winking at you. The river was calm near you and the wind was only just strong enough to move the cape you wore.

This was a place where you could feel safe. Almost as if they were standing right next to you.

You heard a snap of a twig that made you immediately look back. Your heart raced in fear as you looked behind you. Your eyes dashed around the area looking for what the sound was. You moved backward in fear. Your back bumped into what you thought was a tree.

“No hello, princess ?” You turned around immediately and your eyes widened in shock. You knew who it was from the way he said your title. Standing in front of you, arms crossed over his chest was Bakugou. The moonlight lit his blond hair in a sort of luminescent glow as he stared down at you with red eyes that seemed to stare into your soul.

“ Katsuki .” You whispered his name like it was something you never thought you would say again.

You took a step backwards and your back hit something again. “Years away from you and you haven’t even given us some of your attention. Do you not know how much we missed you, princess?” You turned around and you saw him. Kirishima. His tall stance is almost menacing in the dark, even with the moonlight falling on him. Eyes dark like a predator in the night as he looked down at you.

You gulped. “ Eijiro .” You whispered.

This was nothing like it was when you were younger. For one thing, this wasn’t the same Kirishima you knew when you were younger. He used to be so timid, keeping himself closed within himself most of the time. He was doubtful. This man in front of you seemed to radiate confidence and strength. A real Jarl.

“That’s not true, Eij.” Bakugou stated. “You should have seen the way she was staring at my chest. Perverted little princess.” Bakugou snarked with a grin on his face.

Kirishima laughed. “I don’t blame her Katsuki, but you’re right. She was staring at my arms like they were meat on a silver platter.” He too snarked.

The two of them started circling you. For a moment you wondered what was going on. Why were they saying such things? Why were they circling you? Why did your legs feel weak and your abdomen felt tied in knots?

Then it hit you.

They were playing a game with you. A game they loved to play after the first day they met you. Wolves and doe. Wolves circle their target, their prey- the doe- and the doe has to get away from them. You were always a doe. They were always wolves. Back when you were younger it seemed easier since you were always a bit taller than them and could get away faster and probably climb a tree away from them. Now? Now you felt more like your fate was already sealed to the butchers than you having a chance.

But the thrill. The thrill you yearned with them overtook your judgement. The hunter and the prey.

The wolves and the doe.

They saw the recognition in your eyes and their grins grew. You bit your bottom lip as you looked between the two of them. Kirishima’s eyes raked over your body with desire. Hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Look at her, Katsuki. Doesn’t she look just delicious?'' He asked as he licked over the edges of his sharp teeth, his clear want for you making your heart beat out of your chest.

Bakugou chuckled. “Indeed. Looks like a pretty doe for the fuckin taking.” Once he was behind you, his fingers dragged across the nape of your neck making you shiver. “I wonder how she tastes.” He growled close to your ear.

That’s when you ran. You pushed your legs as hard as you could away from them, away from the village and deeper into the woods. You heard their loud and amused laughter from behind you, but you couldn’t hear them following you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you almost felt it hard to breathe.

You kept running, swerving between trees trying to put as much distance between them and you as possible. A glimmer of hope flickered within you. Maybe you could win.

Then you heard it. Loud laughter. “Was she always this fucking slow, Eijiro?” To your left, running just a few trees away from you was Bakugou. He’s lean body moving agily between the trees and over fallen logs. He was keeping up with you as if it was child’s play.

“Nah!” To your right was Kirishima. Even with his huge size, he seemed to navigate the trees better than you ever could and you lived in the area. “I don’t think she’s even trying to get away.”

Suddenly just like that, they were gone. You couldn’t see them in the darkness of the woods or the light of the moon. You slowed down and looked around wondering where they had both disappeared to. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“Katsuki? Eijiro?” You let out scared.

Two arms wrapped around you. You let out a small scream as you were being held by the waist. You heard Bakugou’s rare laughter. Loud and obstreperous laughter. “ Katsuki! Eijiro! Where did you go? ” He mocked you, making you laugh. He held you up making you giggle and laugh louder. His big strong arms always made you feel safe despite the game you all just participated in.

Suddenly you were both pushed back by a huge force. You landed on Katsuki’s chest, with your back against him. Caging the both of you between the ground and his large frame was Kirishima with a grin on his face. The three of you all laughed at the situation, you between the two men. It reminded you of the good days when you used to let them win and you would end up in a similar position with all three of you on the floor laughing.

You calmed down as you looked up at the redhead. You admired his handsome features. A satisfied smirk on his face at getting to you. He leaned closer down to you. “Got you, doe.” He said condescendingly. Your heart was beating loudly with how close he was to you.

“Yah… you got me.” You affirmed, your eyes strayed to his lips. Bakugou pushed you forward, making you kiss the redhead.

Kirishima placed his knee between you and the blond’s spread legs, applying pressure to you both. Both you and Bakugou groaned. You leaned deeper into the kiss as he easily won for dominance. His kiss had a burst of passion and need for you. It was as if he was sucking the energy out of you, leaving you breathless.

The moment his lips left yours, and air could return to your lungs, Bakugou had tilted your head back towards him and had taken your lips for himself. He kissed you deeply too. His touch was explosive and filled to the brim with desire. His grasp on your hips tightened as he held you. You hummed as you arched your back slightly, pressing harder against him, making him grunt.

Your eyes were closed even after separating from him. “Gods, I missed the both of you.” You whispered.

“And we missed you.” Kirishima placed his hand on your cheek.

“I… I had thought the two of you had…” You couldn’t let it out. Your own insecurities suffocating you.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “What? You thought we would just live on without you?” He asked. “Yah fuck no.” He shook his head. “Your ours, doe. We promised you, didn’t we?”

“I know. I know.” You looked away from the both of them. “My father wants one of you to marry my sister, doesn’t he?” You asked.

Kirishima let out a heavy breath. With that he got off the two of you, and pulled Bakugou up, automatically sitting you in his lap in the process. “He does.” He answered your question, making you shrink back more.

Bakugou had his hands down on the ground to steady himself as you leaned against him. “I wouldn’t blame you guys.” You stated. “One of you would be king and the other a Jarl. It would be the dream for you guys. I would support the two of you, even with my sister as your Queen.”

Bakugou scoffed. “We couldn’t give two shits about her.” Bakugou growled in anger as he looked off to the side. “But… we do care about you.” He told you, his voice softer than normal. With one of his hands he took yours securely. His calloused warm hands gave you comfort.

Kirishima placed a large hand on your cheek. He offered you a soft smile. The smile that would comfort you in your dreams. “We would deny Valhalla to be with you.” He told you honestly. You closed your eyes as emotions bursted into your heart at the declaration. “I would rather let Thor strike me down with his hammer, lightning in tow, than to love another that isn’t you and Katsuki.”

You smiled and placed your smaller hand over Kirishima's. You nodded your head. That reminded you of something. You chuckled and a small smirk went to your lips. You turned back to look up at Bakugou. “I heard you two were lovers? Is it true?”

Bakugou chuckled. His hold on your hand tightened slightly. He bent down closer to your ear. “It’s whatever you make of it.” He told you with a smirk of his own. That made a desire to know exactly what he was meaning burst from you. “What I do have to say though, is that you have never seen a cock like the one between his legs that’s for sure.” Bakugou shot you a wink as your cheeks warmed instantly at his vulgar words. Kirishima shot him a glare which Bakugou chose to ignore. “You should see him when he is straight off the battlefield, princess. When he’s covered in blood, veins bulging and looking like a fucking god. I’m tellin’ you, nothing sexier.”

“Can you shut up, Katsuki?” Kirishima asked annoyed.

Bakugou stuck his tongue out childishly making you laugh. “Make m-”

He was quickly shut up with a kiss from Kirishima. It was forceful but held the same passion and love as always. Kirishima’s hand snaked up to your thigh and gripped it roughly making you release a held in breath. Something about what the blond was saying, made you know he wasn’t lying about anything. Kirishima playfully bit on the blond’s lower lip. The blond held a smirk of his own at Kirishima’s actions. Kirishima moved back and shook his head with a deep chuckle. “You are such a brat.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You sound like my mother.”

“Well, your mother isn’t wrong, Katsuki.” You told him, making Kirishima laugh. Bakugou playfully growled at you next to your ear. He bit lightly on the top of your ear making you laugh. “We should head back before people get even more suspicious than they no doubt are already.” You let out with a sigh.

“Or we can just kidnap you.” Before you could respond, you were suddenly off the ground. You squealed as you were thrown over Kirishima’s shoulders. “Make you our chieftess and live the rest of our lives with you by our side and warming our bed. Right Katsuki?” Kirishima held you by your thighs as he stood up onto his feet not bothered by your weight at all. He turned to look at the blond who had gotten up beside him.

Bakugou placed his hands behind his head. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Red.”

“You guys can’t just kidnap me.” You defended yourself. “What about-” You let out a gasp as a slap went to your ass. You arched your back in surprise at the stinging feeling.

“Oi! Stop spewing shit and just say yes. You already said you would be the best wife ever, so do that.” Bakugou reprimanded you.

Your face felt hot. You looked away. “But-”

Kirishima now slapped your thigh making you tense again, pushing them closer together. “Don’t worry princess.”

“Just focus on Eijiro’s ass and life will be a much better place.” Bakugou bent back to look at you. That’s when you noticed at the perfect view you got of said ass.

Holding you with one arm, Kirishima slapped Bakugou on the behind making him yelp. “The two of you are going to be the death of me.”

“What an honourable way to die.” You and Bakugou stated together.

-Glitch1d

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confusedblakex · 2 years

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‘Just the Three of Us’ Quick Story and Headcanons

Poly: Katsuki Bakugo X Eijiro Kirishima X Reader (GN)

Warnings: None really

Requested by: No one

Notes: Reader is a support hero with a healing type quirk

Last edited: 24th September 2022

The three of you had always been crushing on each other secretly, but none of you ever said anything about it

Bakugo had an obvious soft spot for Kirishima and you, but other than that it was nothing more than lingering glances and unspoken longing

Until Kiri impulsively kissed you at graduation

The kiss was gentle - like getting lost in a daydream - and that’s how your relationship began

Bakugo made sure neither of you saw the disappointment he felt deep down, watching as the class celebrated the kiss

After a few dates, you and Kiri quickly decided you both needed to be open with each other about your emotions

Neither of you wanted to mention anything about liking Bakugo to the other in fear of making the relationship awkward, and you both weren’t sure how to bring it up

But eventually, you did end up bringing it up. It was strange at first, but as you talked it over, you figured out that you both liked Bakugo as well as each other and needed to talk to him about it

Through circumstances that were… let’s say ‘less than ideal’ you and Kiri sat him down and told him how you both felt

(Fic in question here)

It went far better than you both expected, with Bakugo confessing that he in fact liked the two of you as well, but didn’t want to say anything about it after you and Kiri had gotten together

Well he didn’t say it exactly like that, but you and Kiri knew him well enough to understand what he actually meant

Relationship headcanons:

You had all started living together not long after the relationship began

Snuggles for days with you three. Cuddles in bed, snuggles on the sofa, just about anywhere

If Eijiro cuddles you, Katsuki immediately joins in. If Katsuki cuddles you, Eijiro thinks it’s too cute and can’t help but join in. If Katsuki and Eijiro and cuddling, either of them will call you over so you don’t feel left out - that is, if you haven’t already joined them

If you wake up first in the morning, don’t expect to get up. Eijiro’s snuggling into you fast asleep, and Katsuki either has his leg over you or is lying on his chest with his arm over you

I think Eiji would get up early on special days just to try and make a nice breakfast for you all, but he’d wake up Bakugo when he got out of bed and then you would wake up because they weren’t there

So basically you’d all end up making breakfast together, which you all enjoyed just as much as - if not more than - Eijiro’s original plan

You and Eiji better get used to spicy food for when Katsuki cooks

Getting your days off on the same day was almost impossible though, due to you all being heroes

Since you’re a support hero, Dynamite and Red Riot are never going to the hospital after a fight ever again

Katsuki loves it because it means he gets to see you at work, and Eijiro loves it because of how much you fuss over them both

I don’t think Katsuki would be particularly big on PDA, but Eijiro would take any chance he got (as long as you were comfortable with it of course)

And oh my god the media

The speculation and theories about you three were wild to put it lightly

The three of you were just waiting for the right moment to make your relationship public

But none of you were looking forward to dealing with the aftermath media attention

When you finally do go public with it, Katsuki kisses you both on live TV just to make sure everyone gets it because he got “fed up with the stupid questions”

To your surprise, it actually boosts your popularity as heroes

Katsuki genuinely loves you both though, he couldn’t be happier than when you all spend time together and he loves showing you both off

Eijiro is always playful and loves to spoil you both, he’s always trying to arrange cute dates or something nice for you all to do

You and Eiji still had your rule about open communication and though Katsuki isn’t the best with it, he really does try

And the longer you’re all together, the easier he finds it to open up to you and Eijiro

Katsuki will make sure everyone gets enough sleep. All three of you need to be in bed, else he can’t sleep, so he’ll drag you and Eijiro to bed whenever he wants to go to sleep

I think Katsuki would secretly love sleeping in the middle between you and Eiji, but he’d probably only ask to every so often

Basically all three of you are super in love with each other (+ so many snuggles)

#x reader #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #kiribaku #kiribaku x reader #polyamory #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #kirishima x reader x bakugou #imagine

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sqwishywrites34 · 1 year

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Help to find a fic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baku asks Mic for help

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

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kierewrites · 1 year

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Haunted Mansion

navi - masterlist

Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima

Art: anonymous? if you know artist pls message!

Mood Song: thriller

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

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

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

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

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

To Bakugou, it all sounded like fucking bullshit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ladies first.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You scared princess?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s not in here.”

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

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

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

“What blood?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n, get upstairs.”

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

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

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

“T..This isn’t a part of your prank?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Leaving so soon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wouldn’t say we’re totally gone.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Justice was going to be served.

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Late Night Workout

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader x Eijirou Kirishima

Genre: smut, fluff if you squint

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

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

WC: 5.2k words

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t call me that, shithead.”

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

“Here, you look cold.”

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

“No, that’s okay. I don’t nee-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I still think this is overkill.”

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

“Thank you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We talked about this…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This isn’t ri-”

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

You look hot.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” Bakugou asks, tilting his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, go on, Eijirou. Touch her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I thought you sai-”

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

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

“Jerk.”

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

No alarms go off.

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

“I can’t wait.”

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Stay By Our Side: Part 1

//I just want to clarify that I don’t own any of the art or the gifs used in these parts. I apologize immensely to the creators of the art/gifs if it seemed like I was taking credit for the art that was used. Again, I apologize.//

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Okay, so according to Mr. Aizawa, Kirishima and Bakugou’s room should be just down the hall here. You thought to yourself as you walked down the hallway. You were in your third year at UA and you were going to be attending a Hero Gala at the end of the week. By some stroke of luck, the classes of UA High were given a vacation to an island, and, thanks to AllMight, you were given special access to a really nice hotel.

“Ugh. So damn late,” a familiar voice said. You stopped in front of one of the second to last doors on the third floor. “I hate flying and jet lag and all that crap.” Yup that was definitely Bakugou.

“Bakugou, it’s only eight. Don’t you want to hang out a bit before bed?” The familiar voice of Kirishima asked. You could hear Bakugou scoff.

“Tch, no way! I gotta sleep. I’m so exhausted.” Bakugou complained.

“Oh come on man! I brought Smash Bros.” Kirishima said. You felt like now would be a good time to make yourself known. You opened the door, gaining the attention of your fellow classmate.

“Um, excuse me. Sorry for the intrusion.” You said, walking in and closing the door. Bakugou looked at you, wearing his normal scowl. Kirishima looked at you, and his eyes lit up, a bright smile crossing his face.

“Oh hey! Looks like out bunkmate showed up. You’re [Y/N], right?” Kirishima asked, walking up to you.

Eijiro Kirishima, of Class 1-A! Quirk; Hardening! His Quirk allows him to harden and/or sharpen any part of his body at will!

You smiled and nodded.

“Mhm. I’m [Y/N] [L/N].”

[Y/N] [L/N] of Class 1-A! Quirk; Elemental! [Y/N] is able to control the different elements of nature, Water, Earth, Fire, and Air! If their emotions get the best of them, they can get out of control with their quirk and cause some major damage!

Bakugou looked at you.

“Huh, you. I thought Sparky was our third roommate.” Bakugou said.

Katsuki Bakugou of Class 1-A! Quirk; Explosion! Katuski’s Quirk allows him to produce powerful explosions. He does this by sweating a nitroglycerin-like substance from his skin which he can then detonate at will!

You shook your head.

“Nah. Mr. Aizawa said that he was with Sero and Shoji.” You said. Bakugou hummed.

“Oh. Whatever then. Get in here. Just take your shoes off so you don’t get the floor dirty.” Bakugou said, looking away from you. You quickly took your shoes off, lining them up next to the boys’. Kirishima looked at you, smiling.

“You can have the bed by the window if you want. I wanted that one because I love the view, but you can have it.” He said. You looked at him, slightly shocked.

“O-oh, are you sure? I don’t want to take your spot.” You said. Kirishima smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m sure! Here, let me just move my blanket,” he said, grabbing his blanket that was on the bed. “I’m sure Bokugou doesn’t mind me taking the bed next to him.” He said, placing his blanket on the bed next to Bakugou’s. You smiled at Kirishima’s kindness. He was much better than Bakugou was, but you were sure that Bakugou had his moments. You hadn’t realized how heavy your suitcase was until you tried to lift it to place it on your bed. Kirishima looked over, hearing you struggle slightly. “Oh, jeez. Your suitcase looks kinda heavy. Here, let me help you.” He walked over and grabbed it for you, despite your protests. With a little bit of struggle, Kirishima lifted your suitcase onto your bed. “And, there you go!” Kirishima said. You smiled at him.

“Thank you.” You said, smiling at your classmate. The red head smiled back. Bakugou growled and looked at Kirishima.

“Oi, Stupid Hair, clean all your stuff up. It’s all over the floor. Why’d you bring so much stuff? We’re only here for the week you idiot.” Bokugou grumbled. Kirishima walked over to the bed.

“I will, I will. I’m still sorting through my clothes and you forgot to bring your dress clothes for the Gala so I had to bring extra.” Kirishima said. Bakugou scoffed.

“Tch, whatever. Just clean it up. I don’t see why you had to empty your suitcase all over the floor anyways.” Bokugou said. You rested a hand against your hip, raising an eyebrow at Bakugou.

“Your spot isn’t very flattering either, Bakugou.” You said. He had set his suitcase on the bed, having it open. Bakugou glared at you.

“Oh shut it you! My spot isn’t nearly as messy as Shitty Hair’s!” Bakugou shouted. Kirishima chuckled and looked at you.

“He’s so cranky today, isn’t he? Sorry you got stuck with us.” He looked over at Bokugou. “Come on, Bakugou. Lighten up, I mean, look where we are.” He said. You nodded.

“Kirishima’s right. Getting to go on vacation like this doesn’t happen everyday. It’s so nice here!” You said, looking out the window. Kirishima nodded.

“Yeah! And thanks to All-Might, we were able to get the best reservations right next to the beach." Kirishima said. Bakugou's mood didn't change.

“I’ll lighten up tomorrow. I just want to sleep.” Bakugou said, sitting on his bed. Kirishima sighed.

“Seriously? Come on! Let’s all watch a movie or something. Or maybe play some Smash Bros?”

“No.”

“Mario Cart?”

“No!”

You sighed, looking at Bokugou.

“You seem way too cranky right now, man. I mean, it seems like you’re always kind of cranky, but right now, you’re like, extra cranky.” You said. Bakugou growled and glared at you. Kirishima looked at you.

“Hey, wanna come with me to Kaminari’s room? If this old man wants to head to bed so early, we can go have some fun with the others.” He said. You smiled.

“Sure! That sounds like a lot of fun!” You said. Bakugou glared at Kirishima.

“The hell did you call me?” Bakugou growled. Kirishima rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on! You go to bed at like, eight every night! You’re like a grandpa just admit it!” Kirishima said. You chuckled lightly at the bantering going on between the two. Bakugou growled.

“Oh shut up. I’m not. I’m just tired. We had a long flight today and I barley got any sleep the night before because you had to keep me up, pestering me about what damn bathing suit you would bring.” Bakugou said. Kirishima nodded.

“That was super important!” Kirishima said. Bakugou rolled his eye sand looked at you.

“Hey, you. Aren’t you tired at all? I saw you nodding off on the plane earlier.” Bakugou said. Kirishima looked at you and nodded.

“Oh, you’re right. I saw that to. Hey, if you’re tired, you can totally sleep.” Kirishima said. You smiled and shook your head.

“That’s sweet of you, and I’m alright. I’m not nearly as tired as I was. Plus, I want to hang out and get to know my two roommates better!” You said, smiling. Bakugou looked at you.

“What? You want to hang out? Ah, you too? No way! You guys are going to get out and let me go to bed.” Bakugou growled. Kirishima crossed his arms and looked at the male.

“No way! You can’t just kick us out of our room.” Kirishima said. Bokugou glared at Kirishima.

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you try and stop me, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou challenged. You sighed.

“Alright, how about we make a deal,” you said. Both males looked at you. You looked at Bakugou. “How about you hang out with Kirishima and I for a bit and then we’ll leave you alone, all right?” You asked. Kirishima looked at you and smiled.

“Yeah! I like the sound of that.” He looked at Bakugou. “Well, how about it, Bakugou?” He asked. Bakugou growled and crossed his arms.

“And what the hell is in it for me?” He asked. You and Kirishima looked at each other.

“Uh, a fun time with friends, making beautiful memories, you know, the basic social interaction.” Kirishima said. Bakugou shook his head.

“Yeah I’ll pass. I’d rather sleep.” Bakugou said. You sighed and rolled your eyes. There was just no getting through to this guy. Kirishima sighed and pressed his hands together in a prayer position.

“Please?” Kirishima begged. Bakugou sighed and rolled his eyes.

“You’re not gonna leave me alone unless I agree to this, are you?” He asked. Kirishima lowered his hands and shook his head, smiling.

“Probably not. I mean, look at [Y/N] here,” You looked up, hearing your name. “They look so board! Come on, Bakugou. Let’s hang out with them!” Kirishima said. Bakugou closed his eyes and sighed.

“Fine,” he relented. “What do you idiots want to do?” He asked. Kirishima smiled and fist pumped the air.

“Yes! Haha!” He looked at you. “I knew we’d get him!” Kirishima said. You smiled. Kirishima then put his finger to his chin in thought. “Hmm, well, I heard this place has a pool, you guys. Want to go?” He asked. You looked at him and smiled.

“You had me at pool. Plus, I bet it’s empty right now.” You said. Kirishima nodded. Bakugou sighed.

“I guess. But I’m only going for a bit. Seriously I need some,”

“I know we’ll let you sleep, don’t worry man.” Kirishima assured. He looked at you. “Now here, go get in your bathing suit. You can have the bathroom. Bakugou and I’ll change here.” Kirishima said. You nodded.

“Kay. I’ll be quick.” You said. Kirishima smiled.

“Don’t worry, take your time.” He said. You got your bathing suit and walked into the bathroom, changing into it. You chuckled when you heard Bakugou growl at Kirishima,

“Don’t throw your clothes at me, Weird Hair.” Kirishima just laughed. “All right. I’ll meet you two down there.” Bakugou said.

“Hey, come on. Look, I’m done changing. You should really wait for [Y/N]. They’re still changing. It’s not very manly to ditch us, Bakugou.” Kirishima said. Bakugou scoffed.

“Tch. You think I care?” Bakugou asked. When you were done changing, you opened the door and stepped out. The two males looked at you. Kirishima’s eyes widened.

“Woah! I mean, you have a really nice bathing suit. It suits you.” He said. You chuckled and smiled.

“Thank you, Kirishima. Your bathing suit suits you as well. It looks very manly.” You said. Kirishima smiled.

“You think so? Thanks!” He said. Bakugou growled.

“When you’re done being weird, I’ll be out in the hallway waiting for you two dumbasses.” Bakugou said. Kirishima chuckled.

“Sorry. We’re right behind you, Bakugou. Lead the way.” Kirishima said. Bakugou opened the door, Kirishima holding it open for you. You smiled at Kirishima.

“Thank you.” You said. Kirishima smiled.

“No problem.” He let the door shut, the two of you joining Bakugou in walking to the pool. “Pools just down the hall from here. We really lucked out with our room.” Kirishima said. You nodded.

“Mhm. Great view of the beach, close to the pool. We could probably just go straight to the beach, but I doubt that Mr. Aizawa would be okay with us leaving the resort at night.” You said. Kirishima nodded in agreement. Bakugou opened the door to the pool. That was when you three spotted a familiar green haired teen.

“Hey!” Bakugou growled. Midoriya yelped slightly.

Izuku Midoriya of Class 1-A! Quirk; One for All! When activated, green strands of electricity form around Izuku’s body! (This is the best way I know how to describe it)

“O-oh. Kachan.” He stammered. Bakugou glared at Midoriya.

“Where do you think you’re going to, Deku?” He asked. Midoriya looked around nervously. You frowned and looked at Bakugou.

“Hey, there’s no need for the attitude, Bakugou.” You said.

“I-I was just, uh, going for a swim.” Midoriya said. “I saw that this place had a pool so,”

“The hell you are,” Bakugou said, cutting Midoriya off. “Get back to your room, you stupid nerd.” Bakugou growled. You then saw a familiar half white half red haired teen behind Midoriya. It was Todoroki. The son of Endeavor.

Shoto Todoroki! Quirk: Half Cold, Half Hot! The left side of his body can produce ice, while the right side of his body can produce Fire! He refused to use his right side for a long while because it is a reminder of his father, Endeavor!

He looked at the green haired teen.

“We can just swim tomorrow Midoriya.” Todoroki said. Midoriya nodded. You frowned.

“Bakugou.” You scolded lightly, not that he listened to you. Midoriya looked down at his wrist.

“Oh, r-right. Look at the time. It’s pretty late anyways. Good night.” Midoriya said, walking out of the pool area. You and Kirishima looked on.

“Uh, good night, Midoriya. Todoroki.” Kirishima said. You looked at Bakugou and frowned.

“Bakugou, that was pretty mean.” You said. Bakugou glared at you.

“Do I look like I care?!” He shouted. You narrowed your eyes. You moved your hand out to the side, little bits of water collected at your fingers. You were activating your Quirk. You didn’t care if Bakugou was your roommate. He shouldn’t act that way towards a fellow classmate. Kirishima lay a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance. You relaxed your hand, the water droplets subsiding.

“Don’t mind him. He’s always like that. Especially towards Midoriya.” He said. You sighed and nodded.

“Yeah. I just wish I could understand why so I could try and help.” You said. Bakugou growled.

“What’s going on between me and that stupid Deku is none of your concern, you extra. So don’t but into it.” He said. Kirishima sighed and opened the pool area door. He looked at you.

“Anyway, after you,” Bokugou stormed through. “Ah, Bakugou!” Kirishima scolded. Kirishima looked at you. “Okay, after Bakugou then.” He said, making you chuckle a little bit. The pool area was a fairly good size. What caught your attention, was the hot tub near the back of the pool area.

“I’m getting in the hot tub.” Bakugou said, having already taken off his shirt and setting it and his towel on a lounge chair. Kirishima’s eyes widened.

“They have a hot tub? Yes!” He shouted. He proceeded to take off his shirt, leaving him in his swim trunks and setting it next to Bakugou’s stuff. You stood in place, debating on whether you wanted to get into the pool, or join the boys in the hot tub. On one hand, swimming in the pool would be pretty fun and it would give you a chance to practice with your Quirk more. On the other hand, relaxing in the hot tub after a long flight did sound pretty good. “I’m coming too. Hey, you,” Kirishima said, breaking you out of your trance. You looked at Kirishima. “Want to get in with us?” He asked. You looked at him.

“You don’t mind?” You asked. Kirishima smiled and shook his head.

“Not at all! Here, take my hand.” He said, holding out his hand. You took Kirishima’s hand, letting him lead you to the hot tub, where Bakugou was already relaxing. “You can sit right between us.” Kirishima said, letting you get in first. You got yourself situated, sitting next to Bakugou. You let out a sigh as the warm water hit your body. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to relax. You felt the water move slightly as Kirishima sat next to you. There was a comfortable silence, until Kirishima asked, “Hey, [Y/N],”

You opened your eyes and looked at him.

“Hmm?” You hummed. Kirishima smiled.

“Sorry, I know you’re trying to relax and everything, it’s just, I don’t know that much about your Quirk. Do you mind if I ask you some questions about it?” He asked. You smiled and shook your head.

“I don’t mind at all! Ask away.” You said. Kirishima chuckled and smiled.

“Alright. So, I guess my first question is, what is your Quirk?” He asked. You smiled.

“My Quirk is called Elemental. Basically, my Quirk allows me to control the Elements of Nature. Water, Earth, Fire and Air. I can also somewhat control a little bit of metal.” You explained. Kirishima’s eyes widened.

“Woah! That’s like, super cool! Now, my next question would be, could you show me how you use it?” He asked. You nodded.

“Of course! I’m only going to focus on Water, since there’s less of a chance for something to go wrong,” you said, chuckling. Kirishima chuckled as well. You lifted your hand, willing the water from the pool to bend to your will. “Normally, my Quirk only works on fresh water or salt water, but I think I could get it to work with the pool water.” You said. You started moving your arm and your hand back and forth. Almost instantaneously, a blob of water came shooting from the pool and gathered at your fingers. You held the water still for a moment and then resumed the back and forth motion, the water moving effortlessly with the movements.

//Not my Gif//

Kirishima stared in wonder at your Quirk. Even though he didn’t show it, Bakugou was also slightly impressed. You moved your arm to the side and spread your fingers, willing the water to move back to the pool. Once it went back, you lowered your arm. Kirishima smiled and looked at you.

“That’s a pretty cool and powerful Quirk, [Y/N].” He said. You smiled.

“Thanks. The only draw back is, when I get too emotional, angry, sad, I, I loose control. I enter a state where my Quirk blocks everything out and my powers take control. It’s almost impossible to break me out of that state. I hate it when I get like that.” You said. Frowning, you looked down at your hands, resting on your knees. Bakugou sighed.

“You shouldn’t worry about that, dumbass,” he said, making you look at him in surprise. “With Mr. Aizawa’s Quirk, you won’t have to worry about that. He’s our teacher. He’ll help you learn to control it.” He said. Kirishima smiled and nodded.

“Yeah! What Bakugou said,” Kirishima said. You looked at Kirishima. Kirishima smiled at you. “You also have us, and our fellow classmates. And the other teachers at UA. If you ever need help, we’re all willing to help you out.” He said. You smiled.

“Thanks, guys. That really means a lot to me.” You said. Kirishima chuckled.

“No problem!”

You all descended into a comfortable silence once again, the only sounds that were heard was the bubbling of the hot tub, and the three of you breathing calmly. Kirishima looked over at Bakugou, and chuckled.

“Is Bakugou asleep on your shoulder?” He asked quietly. It was then you realized that there was a light pressure on your shoulder. You looked over and sure enough, Bakugou was asleep on your shoulder. He looked so calm and peaceful compared to how he normally was. Kirishima chuckled quietly. “Oh my gosh! He totally is!” He said. He smiled at you. “You two look so cute.” He said. You looked at him, slightly shocked.

“Huh? You mean as a possible couple?” You asked. Kirishima chuckled.

“Haha, don’t think about it too much, but yeah, kind of.” He said. You looked back at Bakugou. “Ah, I wish I had brought my phone with me, but he’d probably kill me if I took a picture.” He said. You chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah. He probably would. ‘What the hell, Shitty Hair! Delete that picture!’” You said, imitating Bakugou’s voice. Kirishima laughed.

“That was a great impression!” He said, trying to keep his laughs down. He sighed and looked at Bakugou again. “I guess he was pretty tired, huh. We should probably bring him back to our room, but he looks so peaceful and waking him up is kinda scary,” Kirishima said, chuckling. You chuckled.

“I bet it ends up in explosions, huh?” You asked. Kirishima chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah. Most of the time. Here, I’ll wake him up,” he said. He reached over and gently poked Bakugou in the cheek. “Hey, Bakugou. Blasty. Explosion boy,” he kept poking Bakugou in the cheek. Bakugou’s eyes twitched. He then grumbled and opened his eyes, glaring at Kirishima.

“Hmm?” He hummed. Kirishima smiled.

“Hey sleepy. Let’s head back to our room, k? And you totally drooled on [Y/N]’s shoulder.” Kirishima said, trying to hold back his smile and laughter. Bakugou groaned and lifted his head. You eyes must have been playing tricks on you. It looked like Bakugou might have been blushing. But as quickly as it had probably been there, the blush was gone.

“No I didn’t,” Bakugou said, glaring at Kirishima. “S’just the water from the hot tub.” Bakugou said, sitting up and stretching, groaning as his muscles popped. Kirishima chuckled.

“Sure. Alright, come on guys, I guess it’s probably time for bed now.” Kirishima said, standing up. You and Bakugou followed, getting out of the hot tub and walking over to your towels. You dried off and put your dry clothes over your swim suits. Bakugou was the first one to the door, like always. You fell into step with Kirishima. You looked at the red head.

“Bakugou’s kinda cute when he’s tired, isn’t he? Less, ‘Die! Die! Die!’ you know?” You asked. Kirishima laughed and nodded. Bakugou glared back at you and Kirishima.

“Shut up.” He growled. You and Kirishima chuckled.

“Alright, alright,” Kirishima said. He glanced at you. “Just between you and me, he’s kind of cuddly when he’s tired.” Kirishima whispered as you got to the door of your shared hotel room. Bakugou glared back at Kirishima.

“The hell are you saying to them?” Bakugou asked. Kirishima chuckled.

“Nothing.” Kirishima said. Bakugou huffed and opened the door, the three of you walking in. Kirishima sighed. “Ah, alright. I’m pretty tired myself too.” He said. You sighed, opening your suitcase and getting your pajamas out.

“The hot tub was pretty relaxing though, wasn’t it?” You asked. Kirishima nodded.

“Mm. You can go change into your pajamas in the bathroom, [Y/N].” He said. You nodded and went into the bathroom. Taking off your swimsuit, you dried off the rest of your body and changed into your pajamas.

“Idiot, fold your clothes.” You heard Bakugou tell Kirishima.

“I will, I will.”

Once you were done changing, you opened the door and walked out. Bakugou and Kirishima had changed into their pajamas as well. Bakugou sighed.

“Alright. I’m going to bed now. You idiots better be quiet.” Bakugou said, moving his suitcase to the foot of his bed and pulling back the covers, slipping beneath them and letting his head hit the pillow. You nodded.

“Alright. Good night, Bakugou.” You said. You set your own suitcase at the foot of your bed, pulling back the covers and laying down. Kirishima laid down in his own bed and turned off the lights. You closed your eyes, about to let your mind drift away, when Bakugou spoke,

“Hey. I’m cold,” he said. You opened your eyes and looked at Bakugou. Kirishima turned in his bed and looked at the male as well.

“Huh, you’re cold?” He asked. You nodded.

“It’s not that cold.” You said. The AC wasn’t on and there were no windows cracked open to allow a breeze. Bakugou growled.

“Shut up, both of you. Just get over here.” Bakugou said. You and Kirishima sat up in your beds.

“Where’s this coming from all of the sudden?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou growled again.

“Just come on.” He said. You smiled slightly and pulled back the blankets. Kirishima shrugged and did the same.

“Well, okay. Come on, [Y/N]. Let’s warm Bakugou up.” He said. You smiled, climbing out of the bed.

“Right behind ya, Kiri.” You said. You walked up to the bed. Kirishima looked at you, smiling.

“Here, you can get in between us.” He said. You blinked.

“You sure?” You asked. Kirishima nodded. You shrugged and crawled into bed, laying next to Bakugou. You felt the bed dip as Kirishima crawled in next to you. Warmth enveloped you with the two boys laying on either side of you. You felt the blanket move as Bakugou turned to face you. He hummed.

“Hmm. You’re warm as hell.” Bakugou said. You arched an eyebrow.

“Thanks?” You asked, not knowing if that was meant to be a compliment. Kirishima hummed as well.

“They are, aren’t they.” He said. There was a moment of silence. Kirishima yawned. “I’m pretty comfortable. Are you comfortable, [Y/N]?” He asked. You yawned as well, nodding.

“Yeah. I’m comfortable.” You whispered. Kirishima smiled. You felt him nuzzle his nose into your back slightly. You thought nothing of it.

“Good. Bakugou is being pretty cuddly right now. That’s rare. You’re lucky.” He said, making you chuckle slightly. Bakugou groaned and yawned.

“Both of you shut up. Let me sleep.” Bakugou said. You yawned again.

“Sorry.” You said, finally letting your eyes close, letting your mind drift away. Kirishima sighed.

“Alright. Well, see you two in the morning. Night.” Kirishima said. He let his eyes close as well, relishing in the warmth that both you and Bakugou gave him. He felt his heart flutter. Feelings were rising in Kirishima’s heart that he didn’t quite understand. He would wait a little longer to tell you and Bokugou.

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//Woho! Finally done with part one. I’m going to make a taglist, so if you would like to be added, just comment or DM me and I’ll add you. I hope you guys like part one! Part 2 coming soon. I also want to mention that I do not own the plot of these stories. They are inspired by the YouTuber, Yuzuya, who voice acts the series. The only thing I own is the reader’s Quirk, which is not specified in the YouTube Series. All credit for the plot of the stories goes to Yuzuya.//

#kirishima x reader x bakugou #Kirishima x reader #Bakugou x reader #mhaxreader #my hero academia #katsuki Bakugou #eijiro kirishima

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merlucide · 4 months

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boys who would do this

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

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

made January 3rd 2024

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sinfulpanda16 · 3 months

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Men that love manhandling you.

Not just in bed but in general. He loves picking you up, pinning you, carrying you. He does not care if there are others around, he'll still do it. Ya'll arrive home and he picks you up, carries you to the bedroom all while your parents watch.

One time you guys were going on a walk and you were starting to get tired. You say "Baby I'm too tired. Carry me pout" jokingly but then he actually does. He carried you all the way back home, all while people were watching. He didn't care. You're his baby.

He's just so playful with you. He thinks you're so cute and adorable he can't help but pick you up and baby you. After dinner the first thing he'd do is carry you out of your chair and sit you on the counter next to the sink, and then he'll get the plates so he can wash them while you watch.

You'd be modeling some of the cute clothes you bought yourself and on the last one he'll get up and start feeling the fabric on your hips then slowly trace his hands upwards, bringing your arms up and just like that your wrists end up in his grip. And with a smirk, he goes to kiss your neck.

Playfights are always you going at it and him barely even trying and still winning. You'd either be laying on your back pinned by him or laying on your tummy with him caging you. Either way, playfights always lead to him seriously manhandling you.

Gojo Saturo, Toji Fushiguro, Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Bakugou Katsuki, Hanma Shuji, Keisuke Baji, Draken, Greed, Solf J. Kimblee, Kuroo Tetsuro, Bokuto Kotaro, Oikawa Toru, Zora Ideale, Yami Sukehiro, Ryusui Nanami, Kunigami Rensuke, Bachira Meguru

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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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averytiredhuman submitted:

Hey! Okay so here me out, for one I love your work and two, what is Bakugou got jealous that his girlfriend has been spending a lot of time with Kirishima, to train her quirk, and he gets angry and lashes out.

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Note: Toxic Bakugou, Jealous Bakugou, Angst, Possessive behaviour, Bakugou has anger issues, Kirishima being a good friend, Bakugou raising his hand (not to hit you just cause his extra that way), flinching. Bakugou is an asshole in this one.

Okay @averytiredhuman, but he would. lets not lie to ourselves now. i wasn't sure whether you wanted reader and him to make up or to be comfort, so I chose ANGST! that and Kirishima stepping in being a good boy.

Bakugou loves Kirishima. Kirishima is his best friend, his brother, his platonic soulmate. Bakugou would kill for Kirishima, he would die for Kirishima, he would choose Kirishima over his own mother, that's how deep of a respect he has for his best friend.

But if he hears Kirishima's name come out of your mouth one more time, he swears to God, he is going to commit homicide.

In all fairness, Bakugou was being a bit irrational. You and Kirishima were just friends. Close friends, especially after you started dating Bakugou. It was actually Bakugou who had urged you to get to know Kiri better because that was his best friend. You, of course, being the good girlfriend that you are, would get to know him too.

Now at first Bakugou was (low key) happy that the two of you got along. It made life much easier for him because now the two most important people in his life were easy around each other. But then he started to fall into something very dangerous.

Jealousy.

Bakugou wasn't blind. Kirishima was a great person. He was kind, thoughtful, put everyone before himself, sweet, great with kids, volunteered, the media loved him... need there more to be said? His best friend was Red Riot. Poster boy for Men's Fitness Magazine and was shirtless at least 75% of the time. Big bulky and made of muscle yet had beautiful elements to him like the way his eyelashes framed his eyes or how soft his gaze was, or his smile. Eijiro Kirishima was the dream.

Now Bakugou knew he wasn't perfect (but he would rather chew off his own foot than to acknowledge it). He knew especially when it came to the media and dealing with other people's emotions and reactions, he wasn't the best. He couldn't even solve his own emotions often than not, but one thing was certain.

Bakugou hated feeling less than.

He hated feeling as though he wasn't enough.

Even if it had to do with his damn shitty haired best friend.

Bakugou trained with Kirishima often than not. Even though they both had their own separate agencies, more often than not, the two could be found at each other's agencies training and pushing each other to the limit. That's just how they worked. Making each other better in ways only the other could help.

Kirishima's quirk was just great that way. Durable. Strong. So strong, Bakugou couldn't exactly do much than shock the guy with his explosions. Which is how he worked.

But then you started training with Kirishima too. His quirk being perfect to strengthen your own as well. So soon training with Kirishima turned from once every week to once every three days, to every second day, until Bakugou felt you said Kirishima's name more than you ever said his.

"I'm going to train with Eijiro."

"I'm sorry Katsuki, Eijiro and I thought we could get in an hour in before we leave."

"Come on Katsuki, let me have a shot with Eijiro too."

It was driving him mad. He was getting sick of it. Utterly sick of it. And when Bakugou got mad... sometimes it was like dealing with a man you couldn't even believe you were dating.

Bakugou sat on the couch in your shared apartment, scrolling through channels on the TV when he heard the front door open. He had heard you moving around a lot but hadn't thought much of it, until he heard him.

"Hey Y/N! Ready to go?"

The blond had never stood up so fast in his life. "Yah." You voiced out. "Let me just grab my bag then we can get going." You went back down the hallway to your bedroom to snatch your gym bag.

You were leaving with Kirishima. Again. He nearly forgot that you told him you would go to the gym today and he was hoping you would change your mind. Bakugou was getting sick and tired of Kirishima taking up all your time away from him. It made no sense to him. He was your boyfriend. Why would you rather train with Kirishima than with him? Bakugou's jaw tensed. He was getting real fedup with all this and it was annoying him.

And Katsuki only knows one way to deal with things that annoy him. Head-on and harsh.

Bakugou walked into the hallway. Standing in the hallway was Kirishima. The redhead turned around to see Bakugou standing there watching him. Kirishima raised a hand with a smile. He was dressed in his normal gym attire. "Hey man!" He greeted. Kirishima outstretched his hand for Bakugou to take in their usual handshake but instead the blond slapped Kirishima's hand away. Kirishima's eyebrows furrowed confused. "Whoa, dude. What's wrong?" Kirishima asked.

"What's wrong?" Bakugou asked. His face already set in its usual scowl but this time his eyes held no mercy or light towards the redhead which in and out of itself was unusual. "What's fucking wrong?" Bakugou asked loudly. "What's fucking wrong, shitty hair, is that you are getting real close to my fucking girlfriend." Bakugou let out with a glare.

Kirishima's eyes widened in shock. "What?" He asked confused. "Dude, what are you saying?" He took a step closer to Bakugou.

"I'm saying is that Y/N isn't going to fucking work out with you anymore, if that's really what you're doing."

"Katsuki." The sound of his name made both men turn their heads back to you. You looked between the redhead and the blond confused. Your eyebrows furrowing at the obvious tension between them. "What's going on?" You asked him. Kirishima opened his mouth to speak but Bakugou quickly took the opportunity. He harshly grabbed your bag out of your hand. "Hey!" You shouted.

"You aren't going out with Eijiro." Bakugou didn't leave room for discussion as he threw your bag into the living room.

You took a step towards Bakugou. "Katsuki, what's going on with you?" You asked. "Babe-"

"Don't fucking 'babe' me." He cut you off without second thought. "I'm so sick and tired of you constantly running off to hang out with my best friend. It's Eijiro this or Eijiro that!" He said trying to mock your voice. He point to his chest. "You're my girl friend." He turned to the shocked redhead standing frozen. "And you are my best friend!"

Kirishima quickly snapped out of it. "Katsuki, I don't know what you think is happening, but it isn't." Kirishima clarified stepping closer. He tilted his head to the side as he looked at his best friend. "Katsuki, would you honestly believe that Y/N would ever cheat on you? That I would ever do that to? My best mate?" Kirishima motioned one hand to you. "She's your girl man!"

Bakugou released a cynical laugh as he rolled his eyes. "Oh please Eijiro. Don't make me seem like the crazy one."

"But you are!" You shouted at your boyfriend. You folded your arms. "Kats, Eijiro and I train together. Just like the two of you. We're friends but I'm your girlfriend." You emphasized. "You're overreacting babe. You have nothing to fear or assume."

Bakugou felt that inner hot boiling rage just rise up in him. He wasn't crazy. He could never be crazy. He wasn't overreacting. He knew what he was talking about. Smoke started to come from his balled up fists. He grit his teeth. "Fear?" He let out in a quiet rage which was probably more scarier than when he would shout. "Why the hell would I be scared Y/N?"

"You're clearly jealous of all the time I'm spending with Eijiro. Just say so!" You told him.

"Jealous?" He laughed. "I'm a lot of things, and I'm not jealous of some stupid meat headed idiot like him." He pointed to Kirishima.

Kirishima looked to the blond flabbergasted. "Dude, what the fuck?"

"Hey! There's no need to be mean to him." You reprimanded Bakugou. "Eijiro did nothing wrong!"

"Oh, so you're defending him?"

"Well I sure as hell am not defending you."

Bakugou's palms starting sparking as his emotions started to build up. "Then why don't you fucking go date Eijiro then! It'll save you all the goddamn trouble." He threw his hands up dramatically.

The moment you flinched, Kirishima stepped in. You heard an explosion and then saw a flash. When you looked back, pining your boyfriend to the wall was Kirishima. His quirk activated as to stop himself from getting hurt from Bakugou's explosions. For the first time since you met him, Kirishima looked scary. His facial expression dark and his grip on the blond was firm.

It was silent for a heavy moment, the tension in the air thick along with the faint smell of smoke. Bakugou scowled at Kirishima who looked down at him with just as vicious of a look.

"Y/N, go get your things." Kirishima voiced out quietly, not looking at you.

Bakugou turned to you. "Y/N, if you fucking dar-"

Kirishima quickly grasped Bakugou's wrists with one hand. He used his spare hand to force Bakugou's jaw against the wall. He sneered down at the blond. "You threaten her again and see what happens. I dare you." He spoke heavily, meaning every syllable. Kirishima waited a second for Bakugou to fight back. For him to say something more to test his patience but the blond was silent. "Y/N." he reminded you. He didn't have to look back to know you were still there. You quickly went to go fill a backpack with your necessities.

Bakugou tried to fight against Kirishima's unbreakable grip but the man was built like a tank and trained to be just as strong as one. He grunted as he tried to push himself off the wall, but Kirishima kept him in place. "Where the fuck do you think you're taking my girl, Eijiro."

"Away from you, while you calm the fuck down." Kirishima told the blond seriously. He heard you make your way back into the hallway. "So how about you gain some more common sense and common fucking deceny and then we can talk."

-Glitch1d

I wasn't really sure how this was supposed to be but oh well. Part 2? With a happy ending? Happy ending with Bakugou or Kirishima?

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confusedblakex · 2 years

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What we love

Poly: Katsuki Bakugo X Eijiro Kirishima X Reader (GN)

Summary: Through circumstances that are less than ideal, you and Kiri tell Bakugo how you both feel

Wordcount: ~1000 (excluding bonus)

Warnings: Stressing, hints at kidnapping

Requested by: My brain

Notes: Reader is a support hero with a healing type quirk; Pre-established Kiri x Reader

Last edited: 11th September 2022

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Bakugo was gone. He had been for a few days now.

It was a recon mission - as far as you had been made aware. In fact, you weren’t even supposed to know about it.

On the first day, Eijiro came back home from hero work to find you relaxing on the couch. He wrapped you in his arms and peppered gentle kisses over your face before settling down next to you. He knew it was classified information, but you were a hero too, and he just couldn’t help it. Bakugo was on a recon mission, and while it initially worried you, Eijiro’s enthusiasm eventually calmed you down. You both believed in Bakugo’s abilities, so you told yourself it wasn’t worth it to fret when nothing would happen.

On the second day, Eijiro was at home. He had early morning patrol, but the rest of the day off. And so you talked. You knew how Eijiro looked at Bakugo, and he too knew how much you cared for the angry pomeranian. It was a calm talk, as it usually was with Eijiro. You had been in a relationship for a little over a year, and clear communication was a big thing between the two of you. Both of you felt absolutely certain about your love for each other, and yet neither of you could quite explain how you felt about Katsuki Bakugo. But once it was out in the open, everything fell into place.

Day three was when people started worrying. Reconnaissance missions usually only took a day or two, and Eijiro hadn’t heard any updates at work. You were both concerned, but you knew better than to jump to conclusions. Eijiro, however, was far more sceptical. That night it was difficult to sleep.

On day four, Eijiro left for work with an odd aura about him, and you couldn’t quite place it. You were still half asleep, and he gently kissed your nose before he left. Most of the day you spent answering calls and waiting for news updates on Bakugo’s whereabouts. You knew a recon mission wouldn’t take this long, there was definitely something going on and it stressed you out far more than you let on.

Today was the fifth day, and Eijiro had been sent on a rescue mission. You woke up alone, and soon figured that he hadn’t come back home last night. What was even more worrying was the fact that he hadn’t messaged you, and you found out about the rescue mission from Jiro - who had decided to come over to your apartment to make sure you were okay. The mission was to rescue Bakugo.

It was early evening, and Jiro had switched off the TV a few minutes ago to stop you from worrying too much. Instead, you began pacing across the room, biting at the skin around your nails. Eijiro hadn’t messaged you, and you had no idea what condition Bakugo was in. You had called up your agency and requested to assist, but you were turned down, being told that they would only call you if someone was severely injured.

“(y/n), you need to calm down,” Jiro said for the third time that evening. She hated seeing you in a state like this.

You ignored her concern and continued your pacing. She had made you hot chocolate that you hadn’t touched and though you appreciated her, you really couldn’t concentrate on anything. You needed to know they were safe.

“(y/n)-” Jiro tried again, but was cut off by the opening of the apartment’s door.

You stopped in your tracks and stared at whoever was entering your apartment. The moment you saw the bright red hair, you abandoned everything. You practically ran to him, throwing yourself into his arms.

“Eiji,” You mumbled into his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you in a secure hold. Your vision blurred from the tears in your eyes, but you didn’t let them spill.

You pulled away from the hug and cupped Ejiro’s face in your hands, looking him over for any serious injuries, “Are you okay? I was so worried…”

“I’m sorry, baby,” He whispered, looking tired but happy. He was covered in bruises but had nothing worse than scrapes and grazes. And then your eyes landed on someone else.

Behind Eijiro, was Bakugo - leaning on the doorframe looking absolutely exhausted. Your entire mood shifted as you saw him, and he seemed to pick up on this when he met your gaze.

Bakugo stood up fully and stepped into the room, carefully getting closer to you. You felt concern and anger and love and so much more all at once.

“(y/n), I…” He started quietly, but couldn’t quite find the words he wanted to say. It didn’t matter either way, as you marched up to him and promptly slapped him across the face.

And then you pulled him in by his collar and kissed him. It was an aggressive yet uncertain kiss, and while Bakugo had gently placed his hands on your waist, you could tell he was hesitant about kissing you back.

The moment the kiss ended, he looked at Eijiro, entirely unsure of what his reaction would be. But it wasn’t what he expected. Eiji was smiling, almost… proud? But also surprised.

Bakugo looked back to you, and your tears were now escaping your eyes. You were looking down and refused to meet his gaze. Bakugo felt the urge to wipe away the tears and hold you in his arms until you calmed down, but Eijiro had already walked up to you and was hugging you.

Bakugo wasn't sure what was going through his head, and he pulled you and Eijiro into a hug. He held you both close, and once he realized what he was feeling, he never wanted to let go.

He loved you. Both of you. He had just refused to believe it until now.

“Bakugo, we need to talk,” Eijiro said as he snuggled into the crook of Bakugo’s neck.

“Yeah, we do…”

Bonus:

Jiro was in complete shock and disbelief as she made her way out of the building. She had slipped out of the apartment while you were all hugging, and by the time she was in her car she was lost in her thoughts.

What had she just witnessed? And oh my god that was so sweet.

You had told her about your feelings towards Bakugo and Kirishima, and she had tried her best to support you, but now it was actually happening she couldn’t contain her excitement.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and opened the notes app. She'd be damned if she didn't write the first ever fanfiction of you three.

#x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #kiribaku #kiribaku x reader #polyamory #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #kirishima x reader x bakugou

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sqwishywrites34 · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

But they could absolutely body anyone on the battlefield

Absolute beast mode

Just straight savagery

But will not even be able to mention an incorrect order

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

#bnha #bnha imagines #Bakugou x reader #Kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader x kirishima #bakugou katsuki x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader x bakugou #kirishima x bakugou x reader #bakugou x kirishima x reader #sqwishy speaks

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kentocidal · 9 months

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lucky winner

users: piercer!bakugou x afab!fem!reader x tattoo artist!kirishima

internal warnings: descriptions of needles/tattoos/piercings as they occur, long fic, wow there's plot in this!, consensual threeway, established krbk, oral (m and f!receiving), piv, spit, size kink, light dacryphilia, spitroasting, inaccurate positioning, ask to tag

internal notes: three way won the poll so i went ham. my fault og. final word count somehow came to 5.2k ish.

new notifications: @kaedescara

you stared blankly at the notification on your phone, wide-eyed and jaw agape. you blinked slowly, rubbed a hand down your face, and then clicked your phone off and back on again. the screen lit back up to your screensaver and the single notification that sat covering it. ‘@sincitytattoojp tagged you in their story! check it out!’

you looked up from your phone to your friend, who you now realized was calling your name and snapping her fingers. “uh, hello? earth to y/n? what’s going on? did your ex message you or something?”

“i think i won something.” you mumbled, turning your phone to show your friend. she furrowed her brows together and took your phone from your hand, studying the notification before cracking a grin.

“is this that tattoo parlor in tokyo that you keep talking about hypothetically going to?” she laughed as she punched in your passcode and opened up instagram, pressing on the icon to the parlor’s instagram story.

you were quick to snatch your phone back to watch the story yourself, raising the volume on your phone to hear it. it was a video of someone’s hand reaching into a very full fishbowl of printed instagram handles, pulling out a tiny piece of paper and unfolding it to reveal your instagram username. the caption read in big red lettering, “congrats to @[y/n] for winning the human canvas raffle. reply to this post by midnight to schedule your slot.”

you swallowed thickly and looked up at your friend. “i won the fucking raffle. i won the nine hour session.”

your friend sucked in a breath before laughing and lifting her glass to you. “godspeed, soldier.”

you looked back down at your phone and clicked back to rewatch your name be pulled from the bowl. you had entered the contest on a whim – you hadn’t expected to win. you had reposted the parlor’s picture and tagged your three closest friends to enter a bid into becoming a human canvas for a day, i.e. getting tattooed and pierced until you tapped out. the parlor owners couldn’t seem to decide on whether to call it the human canvas contest or the no mercy challenge, not that it mattered. both fit the bill to describe what you had just won.

you swiped up on the story.

you: i dont know whether to be terrified or excited.

@sincitytattoojp: both, sweetheart. sign this and get it back to us [1 attachment]

you had gone through an extensive back and forth that night, printing and signing and scanning different waivers and papers to ensure that you would be able to handle an entire day of sitting in a chair getting poked and prodded with needles and getting art permanently printed on your skin forever. you were grateful that they took so much precaution in ensuring you were well aware of the situation you were putting yourself in, and getting ample consent confirmed ahead of time. you already felt comfortable as you stepped off the train in tokyo and started towards the shop.

sin city tattoo and body art. the small tattoo shop had garnered a massive following around the globe for the gorgeous work that consistently poured from the studio. the artists had never shown their faces on their page, but it was clearly just a two man show. sometimes one of them would film the other doing their newest piece on a client they handpicked from the waiting list, and it was clear that the two were a little more than close friends.

you trusted their work. you were a new client, obviously, but after following their page for over a year, you knew you would be okay with going through with this. you were just… inexperienced. you had a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on your ankle and your ears double pierced in the lobes, but that was it.

you rounded the corner and saw the neon sign over the glass doors to the shop, the shutters pulled down. you took a deep breath and tried the door, mildly surprised that it opened up. a tiny bell chimed over your head as you stepped inside.

the shop was small, but it was clean. absolutely pristine. for a tattoo shop called sin city, you were expecting a bit more of a grunge theme, not exactly the creamy white walls littered with black picture frames of flash art available for purchase, a tall cabinet filled with various jewelry for fresh piercings, plants in the corners surrounding two chairs that were supposedly for a waiting area. there was a tall partition behind the front desk, and the shop stretched backward, most likely leading to a tattoo chair and then a piercing table, respectively.

you stood awkwardly by the front door, gripping your bag in front of you. you had brought a few little snacks and some water in preparation for being there all day. you shuffled your feet as you heard footsteps coming up from the back of the shop, and suddenly you were reconsidering your outfit choice. you had tried to be helpful by going with a tight spaghetti strap tank top and a high riding skirt, knowing that you would probably need to shuffle clothes around during the course of the day.

your thoughts got clogged almost immediately when a brick wall of a man rounded the partition, scratching the back of his neck and staring down at you with big red eyes that looked curious, almost playful. he had to have been at least six-five, looming over you with broad shoulders and bulky arms that were covered in tattoos that went all the way down to his knuckles. his red hair was tied half-up half-down, the black roots at his forehead showing through.

you gaped at him like a fish out of water, face starting to feel warm as he glanced you up and down, and then smiled, revealing a wide set of sharp sharklike teeth. “aye, kats! i think she’s here!” he called over his shoulder before stepping behind the front desk. “you’re our pretty contest winner, right?”

“uh-”

“my name’s eijirou kirishima. i’m the main tattoo guy here.” he grinned at you, boyish and peppy, and it stifled your nerves somewhat as you returned the smile, but you were flustered beyond belief. you had seen the videos of him tattooing, you knew at least that his hands were big, but not the rest of him.

“ah, yeah, hi. i’m y/n. it’s nice to see your fsce for once.” you giggled nervously, and he laughed and nodded.

“yeah, we’re not all about showing who we are online. the page got too big, tokyo’s a big place, we don’t want the extra attention, yknow?” he smiled warmly at you as he bent down and shuffled through some paperwork under the desk, pulling it out and gesturing for you to come closer. “i know we already got a lot of your stuff online, but this is the last waiver. pretty much a final agreement that we get to do whatever we want to your body until you either tap out, or the clock hits six, whichever comes first.”

you made a little squeaking noise at his phrasing, glancing at his face as he just continued to smile. he fumbled around for a pen and held it out to you, and you reached to take it, but he snatched it back and leaned across the desk. “just so you know, you can say stop at any time. we’re not forcing you to be here. if you say no to an idea, we won’t do it. stuff like that. okay?”

you blinked at him. he seemed so genuine, really making sure he was thorough in his explanations of the paperwork and of your position in this. it helped you take a deep breath and nod. “i know. i’m all good.”

“awesome. you seem like a real trooper.” he chuckled in a deep, rumbly voice, and finally held the pen back out to you.

you took it, your soft fingers brushing over his rough skin and making you feel like your hand was alight in flames. you signed your name at the bottom of the form, dated it, and slid it back across the desk to kirishima. he just grinned at you and shoved the paper into the desk again.

“bakugou! come on, man! she’s all good!” kirishima leaned his head around the partition, and you jumped slightly when the familiar voice of kirishima’s partner sounded from the back of the shop.

“i fucking heard you the first time, i’m not fucking deaf!”

“well, just hurry up!” kirishima laughed and turned back to you. “sorry, he’s a real stickler for making sure his spot is all clean. i’m clean, but he’s a neat freak.”

“who’re you calling a neat freak, red?” a slightly shorter man stepped out from down the hallway, and again you felt your breath catch in your throat.

he was still tall, but far more intimidating in his black wife beater and jeans. he took off his mask that had been covering the lower half of his face, revealing a nose piercing and snake bites around plush lips. his fluffy blonde hair was standing up in all the right places, piercing red eyes looking your form up and down as he cracked his knuckles. his arms were littered patchwork-style, much different than kirishima’s full sleeves, and he clearly liked to hit the gym seven days a week.

you gulped and shifted your weight as bakugou’s eyes drifted over you. “name’s katsuki bakugou. you’ve already met red. didya sign the form?”

“uh, yes. all of the forms.”

“great.” his eyes locked on yours. clearly, this guy was all about professionalism and business, at least while he was on the clock. then he turned his head to kirishima. “so, where did you want to start her?”

you found yourself laid down on your chest, head turned to the side to stare at bakugou’s back as he organized something off to the side. music was playing, but you could hardly hear it over the buzzing of the tattoo gun and the weight of kirishima’s hand on your back.

you chewed on your lip as you felt the needle trace over the skin of your lower back, occasionally lifting to get more ink, only to return and start the ministrations over again. it wasn’t an easy spot to get ink done; tramp stamps were adorable and sexy, but the skin on that part of a person’s back is notoriously thin. despite this, however, you always found the pain to be… enjoyable.

you felt kirishima’s free hand slide over to the middle of your back, splaying out, applying some pressure to get a better angle as he leaned over you. if he wasn’t wearing a mask, you would be able to feel his warm breaths fanning out against your sensitive skin. your eyes fluttered and you did your best not to move as your neurons fired over the sheer size of his hand against your back. splayed out like that, his fingertips were on one side and the heel of his hand almost felt like it was on the other. perhaps your perception was being warped on account of the buzzing needle poking your back, but you couldn’t be entirely sure.

kirishima added more pressure even as the needle lifted away from your skin, pushing you down into the bed, making you squeak softly. bakugou’s head turned briefly to you, glinting in the white overhead lighting almost devilishly, before turning away again.

“so,” kirishima’s low voice made you flinch slightly, having been entranced by the weight of him looming over your form, “i don’t really see any ink on you. is this your first time?” you heard him chuckle into his mask as he waited for you to relax again, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down, before pressing the needle down again. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, hun.”

you felt like some kind of high schooler talking about her virginity. “it’s- it’s fine. no, it’s not my first, but it’s my first big one. i’ve got a little one on my ankle.”

“your ankle?” he repeated, still pressing the needle to your skin and definitely coloring a shape in. “who did that for you? wasn’t us.”

“right, yeah.” you giggled slightly, really trying not to move as you wiggled the foot that held the little tattoo. “just an old friend who was an apprentice somewhere else.”

“ankle’s a rough place for a first tattoo,” grumbled bakugou, finally turning towards you and sitting down in a chair a little ways away, manspreading in your peripheral. “how’d you sit for that?”

“it hurt, but i liked it.” you mumbled back honestly, glancing back when you felt kirishima put the tattoo gun down and reach with a gloved hand towards your ankle, bending your leg at the knee to study the work.

“hm. it’s real cute on you, but i would’ve done it a little different.” his thumb brushed over the tattoo, over the thin skin of your ankle, sending a spike of heat through your body. “i could touch it up later.” he guided your leg back down and brushed his hand over the back of your thigh briefly before picking his tattoo gun back up and reapplying that heavy pressure to your back again.

“yeah, okay…” you murmured breathily, feeling small underneath kirishima’s weight and the power of bakugou’s gaze where he was staring at you, at kirishima, at how kirishima’s hands left indents in your skin as he worked.

your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, your head feeling like all the blood had drained from it and gone south. you shouldn’t be thinking like this, feeling like this, not while effectively getting stabbed thousands of times per minute.

bakugou hummed as he stood up again to get within your line of sight. “you said you liked the pain, huh? you one of those weird people that gets a high off of getting ink done?”

you felt your face burst with heat, unable to move as you opened your mouth and stammered. kirishima chuckled behind his mask.

“don’t tease, kats.”

“‘m not teasin’. i was just sayin’ that i agree with her.” bakugou smirked at you before stepping around the wall to go get a water from the fridge.

kirishima’s free hand slid from your middle back to just above your ass, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your tight skirt as he worked.

“you’re sitting really well for this, doll. ‘m proud. probably one of my favorite things to do is back tattoos. especially these.”

you hummed softly in the back of your throat, probably mumbling a thank you that just made him laugh again.

you didn’t say anything when his free hand squeezed your ass as he leaned back to get more ink in the gun.

kirishima had spread the second skin across your pretty new tramp stamp with precision, making sure it wouldn’t wrinkle or peel away until your tattoo was healed. you were given a snack of chips and a bottle of water to recuperate while bakugou prepped his area, pulling on a mask and snapping black latex gloves over his hands. “so, how ya feelin’?”

“good,” you took a breath as you capped your water, sitting quietly on the tattoo bench and waiting to move to the piercing table. “ready to move on, i guess.”

“hope you don’t mind, but i took some photos when red was doing you.” he glanced over his shoulder, and you smiled and waved it off.

“i don’t mind at all. my friend didn’t believe me when i said i was actually gonna come.”

“that so?” bakugou cocked a brow, his mouth hidden behind the black mask. “anyway, what’re you thinking for this next bit? industrial? nose?”

“ah.” you shifted on the bench, glancing away from him as kirishima rounded the corner. “i was, uh. i was thinking i could get my… i could get my nipples pierced first? get the worst ones out of the way?”

kirishima blinked once and immediately shot a look to bakugou, who made eye contact. it was like telepathy; there was a silent exchange between them before bakugou nodded and waved for you to step over. “sure, whatever. it’s definitely not the worst pain, though.”

“really?” you stood on jelly legs and walked over to the piercing bench, sitting down in front of bakugou, who pulled a chair over to sit.

“mhm. worst i would say for a girl is the clitoral hood.”

you flushed and shook your head. “no thanks. i think i’ll stick to this for now.”

“okay.” bakugou sat back in his chair, staring at you. you stared back, tilting your head. bakugou furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, making an ‘up’ motion with two fingers. only then did it click that you needed to take your shirt off.

you looked around as you started to tug your tank top up, looking over at kirishima, who was leaning against the wall with fascination. “ah, sorry! if you really want, i can leave.”

“no! no, it’s fine.” you shook your head, and finally got the courage to lift your tank top up and over your head. in preparation for this, you had simply forgone your bra in the morning.

you were left in just your skirt and panties, essentially. kirishima hummed low in his throat, earning him a glare from bakugou. you felt like you were on fire when bakugou reached a hand out to your shoulder. “lay back. slow.”

you shuddered under his grasp and laid back on the table, bringing your feet up and bending your knees to be a little more comfortable. your nipples pebbled and hardened from the cold air of the parlor.

bakugou studied your tits with an intense gaze, clearly focused on his job in a way that kirishima was not. where kirishima was flirty, groping and grabbing, bakugou was cold and practiced.

“so this is gonna go something like this. one of these is gonna hurt more than the other. when i tell you, you gotta breathe in, and then breathe out all at once. it’ll make the pain a little easier to handle.”

“okay.”

“i’ll be quick, but we gotta do one at a time.” he grabbed a skin safe marker and finally his hands reached for one of your tits, rubbing his thumb into the skin as he marked where the needle would enter and exit. you felt like you were shaking, being grabbed and examined in such a professional manner.

“you can’t have any fuckin’ saliva or jizz or whatever touch these till they’re fully healed, you got that?”

you squeaked, almost jumping in surprise at his words, before laughing and shaking your head. “no worries there.”

“you sure?” bakugou tilted his head, eyebrow raised, and kirishima laughed as he walked over towards the bench.

you didn’t get a chance to answer bakugou, because kirishima was by your head, offering his massive hand to you. “you can squeeze my hand so you don’t pass out.”

you looked up at him through your lashes, squirming on the bench as bakugou squeezed your tit. you didn’t answer, just reaching your hand up to hold onto kirishima’s. his hand was large, warm, and so rough. you wanted to feel his-

“alright sugar. take a deep breath in for me.”

you sucked in a breath through your teeth, and then suddenly a white hot pain shot through your body, something never experienced before. your vision whited out and you may or may not have cried out and dug your nails into kiri’s hand, gripping it tightly.

your head swam as you were encouraged to breathe, and then to breathe in again as the wide bar was slipped through the new piercing. you yelped and jerked on the table, making bakugou put his gloved hand flat between your tits to try and ground you. “relax, brat. stay fucking still. gotta get this stupid ball on.”

“aw, she’s cryin’.” kiri chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. your cheeks did feel wet as the pain subsided slowly. you whimpered as bakugou leaned away from you and reached to grab another needle package and the second bar.

“one more, drama queen. you can do it. just one more.”

“already?” you whined, shaking your head at him as he scooted his chair closer to get a better angle on your other nipple.

you did not get a chance to beg for mercy. “breathe in deep, good fuckin’ girl.”

you screamed this time. bakugou had been right, one hurt more than the other. your head felt so light all of a sudden, your vision blurring as you gripped kirishima’s hand like a vice and shook. your breath punched out of you when the bar was pushed through and the little ball at the end was screwed on.

you stared up at the ceiling and tried to get your bearings as kirishima let go of your hand to pet your hair and keep it away from your tears. “you did it, pretty girl. you got it. just breathe. did such a great job, yeah?”

you gathered your thoughts together as you listened to bakugou get up and take his gloves and his mask off, tossing them away, ever the professional. he walked back over to where you were laying and held up a mirror over you to show you your new jewelry. the sight made the pain worth it; your nipples, perky and red and hard, glittering with bars pushed through.

“what do ya think?” bakugou cocked his head at you, and you let out a deep breath.

“they look… really nice.”

“really sexy, more like.” kirishima chuckled over you as he openly ogled your chest.

you made a noise of surprise, which was immediately followed by your voice getting caught in your throat when bakugou’s free hand moved to start rubbing up and down your thigh. “you okay?”

“y-yeah.”

“you need a break?”

“i think so.”

bakugou nodded and looked to kirishima, who broke into a grin and bent over you just a little, his voice dropping an octave. “let’s take a nice long break, then, huh doll? you think you might wanna relax a bit with us? take your mind off the pain?”

“what?” you shifted to sit up on your elbows, wincing from the pain in your chest, looking between them.

kirishima laughed, “come on, doll. i know you didn’t come in here wearing just that tiny skirt for nothin’.”

“you can say no.” bakugou’s hand moved off your thigh, clearly the more level headed of the two. “we’ll take a break and come back in a half hour to keep going-“

“wait.” you flushed and put up a hand to make him shut up, glancing between them. “you’re not- together?”

“well, yeah, fucking obviously we are,” bakugou rolled his eyes at you while kiri chuckled, “but if we see a hot chick, we’re not gonna say no.”

“true.” kiri was practically purring.

they were standing over you, broad shoulders and tattooed hands and muscle, red eyes honed in on your shirtless form, and for some reason you allowed your inhibitions to fall away.

you took a deep breath and pouted. “just don’t make me get an infection on my new piercings.”

“never.” bakugou cracked his first real grin, foxlike and dirty, already moving back down towards your legs to start pushing your knees apart. you sat up a bit more, onto your hands, sucking in a breath when the bench dipped under bakugou’s added weight as he pushed your knees far apart and revealed your plain cotton panties with an obvious wet spot in the crotch, your pussy throbbing with the realization.

bakugou hummed as he slid rough fingertips down the insides of your thighs. “look at that shit, red. she’s already soaked. got this pretty pussy all needy even after pokin’ her.”

“figured as much. she was all spaced out during her tat.” kiri’s meaty hand slipped around the column of your throat, practically engulfing it in one palm as he turned your head to make you look up at him.

you gasped, and kirishima’s mouth came crashing down onto yours; he had to practically crouch to get even close to you where you were sitting. your hands flew up to his hair, body twisting slightly as bakugou started to work his fingers along your hips to further push your skirt up around them.

you felt yourself start to whimper as bakugou pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers through your wet folds. you shook and moaned as his fingers skillfully rubbed slow circles into your clit, making your hips jerk.

kiri laughed against your lips and squeezed his hand slightly around the column of your throat, pulling away from your mouth to look at your dazed expression. “lay back, doll.”

he guided you back to lay on the bench again, letting go of your throat only for a moment to start unbuckling his belt. “kats, i’m takin’ her mouth first, mkay?”

“hm?” bakugou glanced up from where he was licking his lips, about to press his nose to your pussy. “oh, yeah sure whatever. i’m getting a taste first.”

“someone’s got an oral fixation.”

“shut the fuck up, you red-haired loser.”

you felt yourself start to giggle at their interactions, but suddenly there were lips wrapped tightly around your cliff and a fat cock hanging over your face, drooling with pre.

you swallowed as your mouth practically started to water. your head was spinning as bakugou worked his tongue against your clit, a finger starting to push its way into your right, wet heat. you moaned and felt your eyes flutter, fingers curling into the sides of the piercing bench. “ah, i-i don’t know if i can fit-“

“shh. all you gotta do is swallow. can you try just the tip?” kiri cocked his head at you, suddenly all puppy eyes as he stroked his cock to his boyfriend eating you out.

you whimpered and nodded. how could you say no? you ground your hips against bakugou’s face as your lips parted, and kirishima pushed just the fat head of his cock past them with a low groan.

you felt full. bakugou started to push a second finger into your weeping hole, drool and your juices dripping down his chin and dotting the bench as he ate you out and found the spongy spot within you that made your back arch off the bench, knees attempting and failing to snap shut around his head. bakugou growled against your pussy, unhappy with you disturbing his meal.

you couldn’t respond what with kirishima shallowly thrusting into your mouth, working inch after inch into you. you felt his heady tip hit the back of your throat as your head hung down over the edge of the bench, and you coughed and sputtered.

“shh, careful, careful. breathe.” his hand returned to your throat, feeling the way he slipped further and further in. his balls hung down in your face as he started to effectively fuck your throat, groaning when you whined around him.

you did your best to suck his cock, slobbering and drooling down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back when bakugou removed his mouth and rubbed circles into your clit with his thumb. “she tastes fuckin’ good.”

“yeah? y’think so?”

“yeah,” bakugou breathed out, almost like an offering, and as he pulled his fingers out of your wet pussy, he shoved them directly into kirishima’s mouth.

kiri groaned loudly and sucked on bakugou’s fingers with the eagerness of a dog, gripping your throat with one hand and bakugou’s wrist in the other. he made sure bakugou’s fingers were clean before letting go and rolling his hips against your face. “shit.”

“mhm.” bakugou was panting as he hurriedly fussed with his jeans, shoving them down enough to get his cock free. it was difficult, positioning himself on the bench, but he made it work as he slapped his tip against your clit.

you cried out and gagged again on kirishima’s fat cock, gurgling pathetically while they both laughed at you.

“poor babydoll,” bakugou hissed, pressing his tip to your entrance, “she can hardly breathe, eiji.”

“she’s doin’ a good fucking job. i can feel how deep i am in her throat.”

“i can fuckin’ see that.” bakugou snapped right back before taking a deep breath and sinking so slowly into your pussy.

your walls fluttered around his cock as he sheathed himself inside you, one hand gripping your hip dangerously tight and the other reaching to grab for kirishima’s free hand. “fuck, red, she feels so fucking tight.”

“if- if you think her pussy’s tight, wait till you feel her throat.” kiri panted lowly as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand over you.

you felt like an object, a plaything, lightheaded and so, so full, almost screaming when they both started to fuck into you at once; they were slightly off pace, both focused on their own pleasure, chasing their highs and smothering you all the while.

kirishima’s hand slid from your throat to the middle of your chest, a compressing weight that left you truly breathless as his balls practically smacked into you. you did your best to try and suck his cock, really, you did, but it was so difficult when bakugou was bullying your pussy and making you shake and cry out.

kirishima was the first to falter, his hips starting to jerk erratically as your vision blurred from tears of pleasure. “oh fuck yeah, fuck, ‘m gonna cum-“

“already? pathetic.” bakugou snapped, only egging kirishima on and making him whine as he tossed his head back and came deep in your throat, making you gag and choke.

he didn’t pull out until the thick, heady ropes of his cum were seated on your tongue, taking a step back to let his fat cock slap wetly against his thigh. it was clear, then, that his refractory period was short; he was already at half mast again as he watched bakugou fuck you into the bench, hiking one of your legs up around his waist to get deeper.

you cried out loudly, voice ragged and ruined as bakugou’s thumb returned to your clit.

“come on pretty girl, lemme feel you cum around my fuckin’ cock first. come on. i know you’re close. i can feel ya squeezin’ me in. shit, baby, fucking cum for me.”

your back arched off the table and your eyes rolled back as you came hard around his cock, your vision going white as you jerked and spasmed on the table. bakugou moaned and dropped his head forward, holding on until the last second when he could pull out and cum all over your twitching cunt, jerking himself off all the way. thick ropes of cum splattered against your skin and made you shiver, all parts of you sensitive.

kirishima, cock still out and hard again, stepped over to swipe his fingers through your pussy and get a taste of yours and bakugou’s cum, groaning deep in his throat as he pressed an almost chaste kiss to bakugou’s cheek. “you wanna fuck her throat next?”

“fuck yes i do.”

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