adoringmha

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ADORINGMHA ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ alyssa ⋆ ★ black ⋆· ༘ twenty-four

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recent works: (* = smut)

→ katsuki has a habit of kissing your beauty marks *

→ katsuki likes having his hands on you

→ new bf katsuki is scared of hurting you during sex *

→ katsuki likes to watch you get ready

[cinna-creme]

a/n: i need ,,, this sry ovulation turned me into a cumslut 😣

“fuuuck babygirl.” katsuki holds your hair back. “just like that.. yeah..” his hips jerk up a little.

you’ve been sucking on him for a while now, he’s already cum but neither of you care, you want to keep sucking and he wants to keep cumming. you’re sloppy with it right now, spit and cum all over your lips as you press open mouth kisses down his shaft, staring up at him with nothing short of love and adoration. you swirl your tongue around his tip and swallow him back down.

“shit.” he groans.

the front door opens and his roommates walk in, denki lets out a groan that turns into a whine, sero pushes past him to get a better view and kiri pushes the three of them in so he can close the door. katsuki adjusts his hips, making you gag but you keep going unfazed.

“got an audience baby.” katsuki lets out a breathy chuckle.

“damn.” sero walks over to the couch to take in the side view. “swallowing you down real good.”

“she’s so good.” katsuki pats your cheek. “been at it for thirty minutes.”

“thirty?” kirishima’s eyes go wide.

“she’s doesn’t wanna stop.” katsuki’s thighs flex. “shit.”

“‘s yummy.” you murmur against his dick, blinking up at him. “more.” you whine, pumping him quickly, letting your mouth fall open, tongue lapping at his tip.

“fuckfuckfuuuuck.” thick ropes coat your tongue and mouth.

“damn that’s hot.” sero groans.

“i came.” denki pants.

“i wanna cum.” kiri’s voice cracks.

you glance at katsuki and he lets out a little laugh and nods, putting himself back in his sweats. you turn to kiri and reach up to the waistband of his shorts.

“whoa uh..? you sure?” he looks to you and katsuki.

“she wants to keep going and i’m spent.” katsuki shrugs, leaning back on the couch.

when you tug kiri’s shorts down you whine at how big he is, licking your lips still coated with cum before you wrap your fingers around him. you lick a slow stripe up from his base all the way to his tip, thighs squishing together when he moans. you suck his tip into your mouth, whining at his taste.

“she feel good, ei?” katsuki gives him a lazy grin.

“she’s fucking perfect.”

you hum at the praise and take him to the back of your throat. denki and sero collapse on the couch, pulling themselves out of their pants and start jerking in time with your movements on kirishima. you’re in heaven surrounded by all of them with their dicks out, mouth watering even more at the thought of them cumming and letting you lick their hands clean.

kiri fucks into your mouth, praising you the whole time as you gag and stare up at him. his stomach is flexing and coiling with pleasure, he wants to hold off but you’re too good. you whimper feeling him twitch in your mouth and move faster, nails digging into the back of his thighs and he fills your throat. you swallow down everything and pull off with a gasp and a crooked smile.

“they made a mess over here, babygirl. wanna clean em up?” katsuki tilts his head at you.

“mhmm.” you crawl over to the couch.

you lick at sero’s hand and cock, slurping down all of his cum before making your way over to denki. denki twitches back to life when you lick his dick, ready to cum for a third time already and all it takes is a swirl of your tongue around his tip and he’s coating your lips.

“that’s enough baby, c’mere.” katsuki tugs softly on your hair.

“need more.” you pant.

“c’mon.” he scoops you up and carries to off to his room ignoring his roommate’s as they call after you.

[mamashima]

COGNITIVE DISSONANCE.

❤︎ SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend katsuki gets hit by a quirk, and splits into two versions of himself. this bodes both beautifully and horribly for you.

❤︎ CONTENT: boyfriend!katsuki, pro hero!katsuki, kat is actually lowk an asshole, light choking, making out, lots of petnames (sweetheart, princess, baby), cunnilingus (ew—that word), fingering, technical threesome, squirting … 18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.

❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: alternatively, y/n vs both of katsuki’s brain cells. also ty sm to @kamislop for beta reading !

♫ NOW PLAYING: what you want, angéle ft justice

read on ao3 | 3.9k words | masterlist.

“BABY, ‘M HOME!”

“Shut the fuck up—loud as shit, my God.”

“…We have explosions for hands.”

“And I said what I fuckin’ said!”

You hear the familiar jingle of Katsuki’s boots at the front door. Except, there’s double the sound there should be—louder belt clanking, extra foot stomping—and, at first, you think he’s brought back a friend. Probably Eijirō, maybe Izuku. But, as you leave the shared bedroom to the sound of the front door slamming shut, you remember the call you received from his redheaded bestie about an hour ago.

“Okay, I’d like to preface this with everything is fine, Kat is safe and unharmed—well. As unharmed as he can be, but, like—”

“Eijirō, you’re stressing me out.”

“Sorry—sorry! I, uh, just wanted to give you a heads up that he’s coming home early. He got hit with a quirk, and like—again, he’s fine, and Recovery Girl said he’d just have to wait it out, but. Just a heads up.”

Yeah. Vague as hell, and now, you understand why.

Either you’re going insane, or your eye sight is deteriorating with a quickness, or both—because once you reach the entrance to welcome your boyfriend home, you’re seeing double.

What. The fuck.

“Oh thank fuck—c’mere, Baby.”

Katsuki—a Katsuki, you suppose—starts moving independent of the other. He all but collapses into very confused arms, dropping his chin on your head and squeezing you tight. The other one glowers, messily shoving two pairs of boots under the bench with complete disregard for his strict organizational pattern.

“Um…”

You blink at the Katsuki that cradles you. He gives a soft smile in return, one that usually requires blood, sweat, and tears to crack (even if it takes you a significant less amount of blood, sweat, and tears than the average human—they’re blood, sweat, and tears nonetheless) and you don’t know what to do with it. Where to put it.

“Got hit with a fucker’s quirk,” the other Katsuki explains after giving up on making the boots fit. Typically, there aren’t two pairs, but one—and the shoe rack is feeling the added pressure.

“So…it’s the quirk that split you in two,” you ask, even though you know. The answer is staring you right in the face, but, like. Just in case.

The Katsuki still holding onto you grunts in agreement, and you finally manage to peel away. He steps back as the other Katsuki steps forward, and you finally get a good look at how identical they are. Which, obviously, but it’s still slightly alarming, nonetheless. Like…the shining twins, if they were blond and angry. And covered in grime.

“Holy shit…” your eyes dart between the two of them, trying to find discrepancies in anything other than mismatched dirt. You find none, save for the way they hold themselves. You need better names—you can’t keep calling them Katsuki and other Katsuki.

“Do…you know when it’s going to wear off?”

A self-indulgent question. Perhaps.

“Fuckin’—no.” Angry Katsuki digs a knuckle into his ear, and the other one yawns. “They gotta track the fucker down, first. Apparently, I can’t do my goddamn job like this.”

He gestures between the two of them, and you teeter your head in semi-agreement. The other Katsuki pipes up, and god, you need better names.

“’M not pissed about it, though,” He steps out of line to grab the hand limp by your side, kissing your knuckles with the lightest touch you’ve ever felt. “Means I get to see you.”

Oh?

“I am,” angry Katsuki growls, slapping his counterpart’s hand away from yours. “I should be out there, hunting that mitosis motherfucker.”

“If you go out there, you’re killing him,” other Katsuki defends. Angry Katsuki rolls his eyes.

“Fuckin’ exactly.”

Other Katsuki just sighs, turning back to you. Immediately his features soften along with his voice. “How’ve you been today, Baby? I left early.”

“Um…good? This is just…” you peer around Katsuki’s body to view the other one, who rolls his eyes again, almost completely ignoring your presence. That is, until:

“Ima fuckin’ shower,” he grumbles, and walks down the hall.

“A lot?” Other Katsuki finishes for you, watching his parallel until he disappears into the bedroom, and you nod.

Something like that.

“Okay. Kat.” You point to Angry Katsuki, who’s now glowering on the couch, much like he did at the front door, and much cleaner than before. Your finger shifts to Other Katsuki, until his head becomes a small point at the top of your fingernail. “Suki. That way, if I call, you both don’t come running. Cool?”

While Suki nods his head with diligence, Kat finally smiles. Not the soft smile that’s reserved for you, but the self-satisfied smile reserved for villains, the one that barely hides his hunger for blood.

“Hear that, Nerd? I’m Kat, not your bitch-ass.”

Suki blinks, relatively confused, and tips his head to the side. “Why the fuck does that matter?”

“’Cuz I’m the original!” Kat says loud and proud, digging a thumb into his chest. “Not you.”

“…Again, why the fuck does that matter,” Suki grumbles, less a question and more an observation. A statement. “We got split in two. We’re two halves of the same person, not a copy-paste.”

“I fuckin’ know that, shit stick.” Kat’s hands crackle at the prospect of being challenged, and while Suki tries to hide the way he shrinks in on himself, you throw a spare pillow at Kat’s head.

“Ow, what the fuck!”

“No explosions in the house!”

Kat grumbles, but his hands fizzle out. He shakes them out at his sides. “’M not doin’ this shit—’m goin’ to bed.”

“Ah-Ah! No,” you say, and Kat freezes like you grabbed him physically, like there’s an invisible wall that separates the living room from the rest of the house. “You said we’d watch that move tonight, remember?”

“We said,” he amends, looking unimpressed before jerking his head to Suki. “Make him watch it.”

“No! It’s exactly like you said—you both promised. Technically,” you smile and look at Suki, who, honestly, looks like there’s no other place he’d rather be—he just watches you talk with his chin propped on a hand and love in his eyes. “So. We’re both watching it.”

“Fuckin’—fine,” Kat groans, loud and obnoxious, and to the ceiling. He sits back down with a huff. “But I swear to God, if it’s some fuckin’ Twilight shit again—”

“It’s not.” You get up only to shove Kat over with a hip, quitting his manspreading, and make yourself enough room between them. He lets you. Suki wraps both arms around your middle, and cuddles you close and tight, like you might up and disappear tomorrow. “That was one time—”

“One horrible time, when I was forced to watch five fuckin’ movies of absolute bullshit—”

“It wasn’t that fuckin’ bad,” Suki defends with a quiet grumble, and you want to scoop him up and run away with him. “’S…campy.”

“Thank you,” you nod, before redirecting your attention to Kat, patting him on the leg. “See? Suki understands quality content when he sees it.”

“Get the fuck out my face.”

You don’t put on Twilight—but you do put on Argylle, and that’s not much better.

“So, you’re tellin’ me,” Kat trails off, and you watch the movie flicker in carmine eyes. “That the whole damn time, this chick was writing a book that predicts the future—”

“Specifically a spy-future, yes—”

“And, that’s why…y’know what? Fuck this shit, my head hurts.”

“You have no sense of whimsy,” you sigh, unimpressed. Kat rolls his eyes.

“Listen, Sweetheart,” He fills his voice with faux saccharine, artificial flavoring, and you scowl at the mockery. “I got a job—a real serious job. Don’t got fuckin’ time for ‘whimsy.’”

Kat hangs air quotes with a hand, and that just pushes your frown deeper.

“Oh, and I don’t?” you smile, but it’s just as artificial as his words. Kat glowers, and behind you, Suki goes:

“Uh oh…”

“Somethin’ like that.”

With a huff, you snatch him by blond spikes—and, if Kat is even a little tenderheaded as Katsuki is…

You yank and pull upward, and Kat rises with your grip. Yep. “Ow, what the fuck?! Ah—okay, fuck, I’m sorry—”

He hisses, face twisting in agony—and finally, you relent the torture. You let him go with a satisfied smile, and Kat snarls at you, rubbing the soft points of his head.

“What did we learn?”

Suki snickers under his breath. “Fuckin’ nothing.”

Kat scrambles at that, getting to his feet in preparation to attack. Fear flashes across Suki’s face, making you wonder if his statement was supposed to come out quieter, perhaps unheard. He scrambles over the arm of the couch, and you get thrown around in his rush.

“You’re fuckin’ dead meat!” Kat hollers. Suki takes off in a mad dash.

It isn’t before long that they’re chasing each other in circles around the couch, like a pack of wild dogs, snarling and huffing and puffing. (With the occasional spark—which you’re quick to put out.) You watch your movie, and occasionally, them, and eat the majority of the popcorn in the process.

Eventually, they collapse back onto the couch and into their respective sides, twin chests heaving and glistening in sweat until their breath makes the mile long trek to catch up.

“You two done?” You ask, but never take your eyes off the screen. It’s getting to the good part.

Suki nods. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Kat snaps, and you double check to make sure he isn’t talking to you (because, if he is—you’re locking him in the basement), but he’s still glaring at Suki like he murdered his family. “You piss me the fuck off.”

“Clearly,” Suki snorts, this time quiet enough for Kat to not hear. Still vaguely out of breath, he squeezes your thigh to get attention, and slings his other arm behind you. “I wan’a kiss. Can I get a kiss, Baby?”

You giggle, because as stated, soft Katsuki is a Katsuki you’re used to having to work for, and then some. His hand lifts to your chin as you say, “Sure, Suki.”

And then, you’re getting snatched back by your pajama shirt, nearly choking in the process with an embarrassing and garbled noise.

“Abso-fuckin-lutely not,” Kat grunts, and you nearly fall backwards into his lap. “My girlfriend.”

“Your—” Suki cuts himself off with a scoff, grabbing your hand and pulling you up again—up and away. “One, we’re the same damn person, she’s both our girlfriend. And two, I want my fuckin’ kiss.”

Back.

“Well, that’s too damn bad,” Kat huffs, and you’re yanked again. This is starting to get dizzying. “I don’ want your bitch lips all over her.”

Forth.

“Okay,” Suki chuckles, and you’re tipped forward. Seriously? “And, I don’t want your ugly ass mug anywhere near my girl, so—”

Back.

“Oh, now it’s ‘your girl’—I thought we—”

Forth.

“Yeah. My girl, ‘cuz you don’ even know how to treat her.”

Back—Forth.

“You’re loud, and rude, and angry—”

Back and Forth and Back and Forth.

“Y’don’t appreciate shit that she does for us, and it fuckin’ shows—”

Back and Forth and Back and Forth. Back and Forth and Back.

“Yeah, and she loves me for it anyway, Dipshit—”

Back and Forth and Back and Forth an—

“Can you two quit it!”

When they still, you go tumbling forward and into Suki’s lap—which, Kat doesn’t like very much, and grumbles under his breath about it.

“Sorry, Baby.”

“Fuckin’ what.”

“You guys realize I can kiss both of you, right?” Your words border on exasperated. Kat rolls his eyes.

“Fine—I get first.”

“No, I do!”

“I will blast you to goddamn smithereens.”

“Fine! At least I get my fuckin’ kiss—”

“Oh my god,” you groan aloud, running hands over your face and sinking deeper into the couch. It’s endless. “Y’know what? No. Stand up.”

You pat both of their backs to urge them upwards, and they follow. Standing side by side and watching you—and if you thought that one set of Katsuki’s eyes were intimidating enough, try two.

“Okay, Suki—you asked first, so you go first.”

Kat grumbles under his breath, something about ‘well if I fuckin’ knew that, woulda asked ages ago,’ but relents relatively quiet. Suki bends over with a smile, cradling the side of your face to lift it higher.

“Thank you, Baby.”

Katsuki’s lips always feel warm, and Suki’s are no different—they move slow and soft and patient, like he knows what’s coming, when it’s coming, so might as well take his time until he can see the finish line. He inhales like he could breathe you in, and the hand cupping your face tightens with want and satisfaction.

When Suki pulls away, you’re both breathless, and he rests his forehead against yours. “Missed you.”

But, before you can respond—

Suki is shoved out of the way, out of frame, and in comes Kat, who would be on fire if he could. “Y’call that a fuckin’ kiss? Watch and learn, Loser.”

Kat grabs you by the chin and kisses you with weight. He presses into you with his upper body, using a free hand to rest on the back of the couch, and placing a knee between your legs. Kat kisses you into the cushions and out of any breath you have left, leaving you scrambling for air.

“How was that,” Kat asks once pulling away, dragging his thumb across your kiss-swollen lips. You swoon, before remembering that this Katsuki is downright evil.

“It was…um…” you try to say fine, try to say okay, I’ve had better, but the weight of two intense stares fill your veins and cloud your judgement. And, just overall ability to speak as a whole.

“See Dumbass, what’d I say?” Kat hollers over his shoulder, standing up to glare at his doppelgänger. “Kiss her right and she fuckin’ melts.”

Suki bristles at that, but doesn’t bite back with words. Instead, he quietly assumes Kat’s place with a hum, thumbing the highest point of your cheek as he looks down. He studies you.

“Mmm…looks pretty solid to me,” Suki mutters, tilting your head every which way, like he’s trying to find something that’s not there. Kat yells from the back, ‘shitty ass joke!’ “Wha’d’ya think, Baby? Who’s better?”

“Um,” you swallow, and try to stifle your inner goblin. “I don’t…I think I’ll need more than that to…y’know…know?”

And, yet. The goblin comes out, anyway. (At least she’s respectful, this time.)

Suki teeters his head in consideration, and Kat snorts from behind him. “Fuckin’ pervert.”

You gawk. Because, like, yes, but also, “how am I supposed to know based off a three second kiss?”

“Valid question.”

“Listen—I don’t know about Mr. Chastity over here, but mine was definitely longer than three seconds.”

Suki gives him a look over his shoulder, and though you can’t see it, you can guess based off the way he goes, “Seriously?”

“I said what I said.”

You see the tail end of Suki rolling his eyes as he turns back to you, and the look of pure annoyance on his face shifts to one of affection. His thumb brushes your cheek again, as he leans forward, close enough for you to feel his breath across your lips.

“Well, Baby? Should we prove that fucker wrong?”

But, you’re not paying attention to much else other than the way Suki’s lips round and soften to form words that you barely hear. So, you just nod, let out a quiet ‘uh huh,’ and let him close the distance.

Suki kisses you with more passion this time around, but less vigor and aggression than Kat. You feel comfortable and grounded, and gasp, hands finding the middle of his shirt as he tilts his head to the side. You don’t get kissed stupid like you do with Kat—like the earth got flipped upside down and you just have to deal with it—but held and loved, and that’s stupefying enough.

Suki moans into your mouth, making your body run both hot and cold. It takes ages and alcohol to convince Katsuki to make a sound, to stop holding himself back, but this one might not. This one might not, and God, if that doesn’t make your head spin.

A tongue licks the seam of your lips but never pushes further than that, just enough for you to be aware of the threat and the want, but never enough to give. You whine, pushing deeper—and Suki smiles against your lips like that was exactly what he wanted, before his hand encompasses the front of your neck to squeeze, restricting your airflow just enough.

When he pulls away, the hand around your neck slides to your collarbones, and your eyes flutter shut. It continues to snake lower, past the waistband of your sweats and even lower than that, until two fingers run along your folds. They’re gone as quick as they came, and Suki pulls them out to reveal—

“See? She’s soaked.”

Kat growls, but before he can say anything, Suki tucks both fingers into his mouth and sucks. It’s obscene, and you think you see his tongue poke through at some point.

But then, he’s getting shoved in the shoulder, falling into the couch and more importantly, away from you, as Kat takes his place between your legs. Before you have time to protest (which—you won’t, but you might’ve for a second, for like, posterity) Kat is shoving your sweats down to your ankles, clearly tired of playing fair.

“I’m sick of his shit,” he grumbles, shifting your hips forward until you’re nearly laying flat. “Aren’t you sick of his shit, Princess?”

You don’t really know what to say to that. Luckily, you’re not given much time to—Kat sticks his tongue out and licks a fat stripe up your pussy, swirling his tongue around your clit, and dragging it back down.

“Fuckin’—take your goddamn time,” Suki growls, and Kat just rolls his eyes and continues his ministrations. “I worked hard to get her that fuckin’ wet, y’know—”

Kat only pulls his mouth away to give his double an incredulous look, pointing at your pussy like you’re not even there. “Oh, you think you did this.”

“I know I did,” Suki snarls at the slight, and when Kat chuckles around your clit, it makes your thigh seize. “But, fine—fuck her dry like an animal. See if I care when she comes runnin’ to me ‘cuz y’don’t know what the fuck you’re doin’.”

Kat doesn’t grace his words with more words, just flips a middle finger in his direction before that hand finds your thigh. Only to spread your legs wider, broaden his plate, and you nearly keel over when he sucks too hard.

“He bein’ too rough?” Suki coos, grabbing you by the jaw and running a thumb along it’s sharpest point. “’S okay if you can’t cum, Baby—he has absolutely no finesse.”

Suki rips Kat away from you by the hair, his lips flushed and glossed from you, and yanks him out of the way. Kat snarls and lets his palms pop, but one halfhearted glare from you, and they fizzle right out.

“He’s being a dick!” Kat defends, gesturing at the perpetrator with open hands—said perpetrator simply settles between your legs, licking his lips. Kat is ignored.

Suki moves a lot slower than Kat does—still hot and heavy, but languid, like he knows you’re not going anywhere any time soon. He licks you up and down, avoiding places that would do anything more than simmer. But, even low heat will eventually come to a boil, and your breath hitches when a finger brushes your entrance.

Kat yawns. “I’m fuckin’ bored.”

Suki rolls his eyes and can’t help but pull away, get another word in—but his finger finally quits (some of) the teasing and plunges right in. You shiver, then melt. “Well, that’s too damn bad.”

“Yeah, it is—make her scream or somethin’ before I fuckin’ fall asleep.”

“Oh, please fall asleep,” Suki insists, but never takes his eyes away from you—your pussy—as he berates his double, too fascinated by the way you squeeze and relax around him. “I’d love if you fell asleep—I could be both of us, and she wouldn’t even notice.”

Kat barks out a laugh, loud and sarcastic. “You get mad at me for bein’ rude, then you call her stupid? Some white knight.”

“No,” Suki says, and adds another finger and curls them upward—it makes your leg kick involuntarily, and it probably would’ve done some damage if he didn’t catch it in time. “I’m callin’ you basic. Bitch.”

“Oh, you fuckin—”

“Guys! Please!” You scream at the ceiling. You’re exhausted and annoyed, semi-horny and so far away from the finish line. “Stop arguing—do you want me to cum or not?” 

And, well. That shuts them up quicker than you expected.

“Absolutely, Baby.”

“Ugh—fuckin’ whatever.”

Suki focuses on you, after that. Kat tries to distract him with playground insults, tugging at his hair like a childhood bully, but the most he gets in response is a middle finger. Suki hoists your thigh onto his shoulder, and, when you wiggle too much, uses a free hand to pin your waist in place.

It’s an embarrassingly short amount of time until you feel the fire in your belly turn dangerous, like wind carrying bonfire embers into trees to ignite them. It’s not your fault—there’s two pair of eyes when there should be one, equally eager, equally fascinated. Kat catches your chin and pulls you in for a rough kiss, and Suki’s eyes flutter when you squeeze around him, like he’s fingering himself and feeling every curve of his fingertips.

You squirm, understanding the specifics of the feeling that builds and hating them. “Ah fuck—think I’m gonna…?”

“Squirt?” Suki finishes with a knowing smile, like that’s what he’s been aiming for this whole time, and you bristle.

“Fuck you,” you pant, but it get infinitely harder to argue as your vision starts to blur with your breathing. “Yes, Asshole.”

“Hot,” Kat nods in agreement, and if you had the wherewithal to, you’d chuck a pillow in his face. Again.

“You know I hate this.” You give Suki an half-hearted glare, and he fights the smile growing on his face. “Why do you do this to me.”

“Because it’s hot,” Suki hums, and honestly, he deserves a pillow to the face as well. “C’mon, Baby—relax, let it happen.”

He starts stroking your thigh like that’s going to help any. It doesn’t, and the stick you use is no longer good enough to defend your impending orgasm, which is horrible, horrible news for the couch cushion. You’ll need to flip it over. Again.

(So—maybe you should just buy a new cushion, at this point. And avoid sitting in your usual spot on the couch.)

While the orgasm doesn’t catch you by surprise, the strength of it does. Your thighs squeeze around Suki’s head as much as they’re able—as much as he allows—and a hand finds Kat’s to hold on tight and squeeze. You feel Kat fall into your shoulder, or maybe you fall into his. Your body burns, buzzes, anything that starts with a b that sounds hot. You’re hot. On fire, actually.

You don’t open your eyes until the feeling subsides—in time to watch Suki pull away, face soaked, and the couch cushion even more so. Kat takes two fingers and runs them along your folds, only to dip them into his mouth and hum with contentment.

“Sweet, right?”

“Fuck yeah.”

And you, feeling the wet cushion under your back, haven’t decided whether you’re going to smother both (?) your boyfriends in their sleep.

(You make both of them sleep on the couch that night—the wet couch that’s their fault. Kat doesn’t get it, he didn’t even do anything. Suki accepts his fate with a knowing grin.)

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[mamashima]

TALK TO ME NICE.

❤︎ SYNOPSIS: a series of unfortunate events have resulted in you going commando for a day. and, maybe hanta’s losing his mind after a month long dry spell.

❤︎ CONTENT: f!reader, boyfriend!hanta, pro hero!hanta, journalist!reader, though it has no bearing on the story tbh, weed/alcohol mentions, pap smear mentions, semi (?) public sex, fingering … 18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.

❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: hanta sero’s only personality trait is shamelessness.

♫ NOW PLAYING: bluffin’, joji with the kid laroi

read on ao3 | 2.5k words | masterlist.

HANTA IS HAVING a horrible day.

A horrible month, actually. He’s been overwhelmed and busy with hero stuff—a robbery here, an accident there, an occasional sting operation in the corner. And, you’ve been overwhelmed and busy trying to catalogue it all, working overtime for the local newspaper in the Pro Hero department. All you two have time for outside of work are exhausted, silent dinners, and sleep. After a long month of stress with no relief, finally, you both had a Friday off.

Unfortunately, so did the rest of the squad.

“Gummy bears! Gimme, gimme, gimme—”

Rolling his eyes, Hanta pulls a pack from his pocket, and chucks it at Denki’s face. Hard.

The electric blond whines in the seat in front of him, cupping the side of his throbbing face before adjusting to give a proper glare from the middle row of Katsuki’s mini-van.

Hanta just wanted to chill. Possibly put on a movie you two will barely watch anyway—whether it ended with sex or sleep, he didn’t care—but, no. Everyone wanted to go to a bar tonight, and he figured that if he didn’t respond to the group chat, if he left Denki’s text on read, they’d get the message: Hanta Sero is not available. Instead, Denki circumvented him, and texted you instead.

Hanta was pissed for the pregame, and he’s pissed now.

You slap at your boyfriend's hand, the offending one, the one that threw the pack of gummy bears that Denki had him carry—because, apparently, ‘the pockets in these jeans are just as skinny as me—mwah.’

(Hanta doesn’t give a fuck. He doesn’t care, doesn’t care, doesn’t care—everybody go away.)

“That’s not nice,” you reprimand, like you’re any better with your friends. Hanta huffs, and pulls you closer by your hip. Your dress is sinful—tight enough to become your skin, to be in it, and Hanta is obsessively jealous. (Has been, since he first saw you in it.) At least, its only you two in the backseat. At least, he can have that.

“Hell yeah—you tell him, Y/N!” Denki shouts, a little too loud for the confines of a car. Katsuki groans from the drivers seat, digging a knuckle in his ear.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Denki,” you start, and he turns to you with hopeful eyes. Hanta wishes he would evaporate on the spot.

“Yes?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you snort with a smile, and take Mina’s fist bump in stride. While Katsuki cackles, Hanta hides a smile in your shoulder. That’s my girl.

“Thank you, Baby,” Hanta coos, squeezing your waist tighter. God, you feel good.

“Please,” you brush it off, and turn your body until you can look at him with suspicious eyes. “You’ve been a brat all evening.”

Hanta plays a saccharine splutter, placing an upset hand over his chest. (Just for it to return exactly where it belongs—drifting along your waist and hips, squeezing as he sees fit.) “Me? I’m not a brat.”

“You are very much a brat,” you nod, and the hand on your side drifts lower, fiddling with the slit in your dress. “You’re being the textbook definition of a brat—stop pouting.”

Your thumb lifts to pull the exaggerated pout out of Hanta’s lips—a pout that turns into a grin, as he tucks the finger into his mouth and sucks. Your eyes grow wide and inhale sharp, before you snatch it away from him, and wipe it off on his shirt.

“Stop it,” you hiss with narrowed eyes. Hanta watches your lips and bites his own. His hand curls beneath the slit of your dress to touch bare skin, and he groans at the feeling.

“Stop what?”

His hand slides further, up your skirt and to your side—preferably, to fidget with the lacy edge of your panties for a bit, because he loves making himself his life infinitely harder. It glides until meeting your hip, only to find nothing but skin.

Fucking nothing.

“…Baby,” Hanta says warily, and speaks into your ear, low and much steadier than he feels. “Where did your panties go?”

You look caught—frozen, with your lips pursed, like he wasn’t even supposed to find out.

You lick your lips, and immediately fling into a defense. “So, um, I had a pap smear today.”

Which, doesn’t answer his question, so Hanta just nods. “Mhm…”

“And, uh, it made my underwear all lube-y, and I went straight from there to Denki’s, so. It was uncomfy…they’re in my purse.”

You rush the last sentence, face swelling with guilt. Hanta…swells in other ways.

“Fuck, Babe,” he groans, resting his head on the back seat until his jawline pops. “You serious?”

And, yes, obviously you’re serious—at least about the commando part. Hanta feels around like the panties could be hiding somewhere, pressed into your skin too tight or too high, but, no. No panties. No fucking panties.

Hanta wants to fuck. Like, now.

He moans in your ear again, breath hot and laced with alcohol. It’s not just his dick—his whole body throbs with want, overdue and pent up from this last month of absolute chaos. And, while it isn’t possible for you to be any closer, somehow he manages, until you’re practically crowded against the seat.

No one’s paying attention—Katsuki is white knuckling the steering wheel because Denki threw a gummy bear, Eijirō’s trying to placate both of them while turning the stereo up, and Mina records from her phone with the flash on. Perfect. Hanta turns to you.

“No, no,” you chastise him like a bad dog, and Hanta doesn’t care—if anything, he wants you to do it again. And again, and preferably jump on his dick while you’re at it. “Absolutely not.”

Hanta clicks his tongue, “Baby, c’mon, why not?”

“What do you—” you gesture to the packed van with an appalled look. “Why not? Because we’re in a car. With people.”

The argument comes in quiet, hushed whispers in the darkening back seat. The grip Hanta has on your waist slides in between your thighs, and you slam them shut with a huff. Hanta whimpers. A little.

“So? No one’s gonna notice,” he shrugs, and his hand inches higher, closer.

“They are definitely going to notice!”

“Not if you stay quiet,” he reasons, along with a placating kiss to your neck. You cut him with a glare, but shiver, and loosen the lock of your legs, slightly. Enough.

“I hate you,” you hiss—but you don’t. Hanta knows you don’t, because you’re fucking soaked, holy shit. Like you can hear his inner thoughts—and read the smug surprise on his face—you rush to defend yourself. “Fucking what? You’ve been touching me all night.”

You sulk and cross your arms, glaring at fuzzy street lamps as they pass through the window. Hanta doesn’t do much but trace your folds, determined to drag this out, and his eyes flutter closed in memory.

“God, I missed you,” he huffs, dropping his head on your shoulder. Even if someone looked back here, they wouldn’t know what’s happening, not unless they have a flashlight and point it at your feet. Oh, he’s totally doing this.

You seem to like it too, and shudder when his voice hits your ear. Hanta wants more—he wants to spread your legs apart and fit himself in between, but he can make do. He can totally make do.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t miss you,” you growl, and while Hanta wants to say something smart, like ‘who’s calling who a brat,’ he bites his tongue. He bites it, and swallows, because god forbid you keep him from his glory. He needs you. Now.

“Y’sure about that, Baby?” His fingers trace light and aimless circles around your pussy, dipping in and out, tracing your folds and moving around your clit like it’s for fun. And, it is—for fun. “I think she does.”

To prove his point, Hanta stuffs you full with a finger and an obscenely quiet squelch. He groans at the stretch, and you whimper, still insistent on staring out the window. Hanta grins, and tucks his chin on your shoulder, just to watch. Up close.

“Positiv—fuck.”

Hanta inserts another finger and you keel over, grabbing the door handle for stability. Then, you turn to him in a huff—like he did something wrong.

“Y’gotta be quiet, Babe.” Hanta coos, mainly because he knows it’ll get your blood boiling. You drip all over his moving fingers and onto the back of your dress, possibly seeping into the seat—which, Katsuki might kill him for. That’s only half a thought, one that quickly goes away once your hand comes to wrap around his wrist. You don’t apply enough pressure to stop him, though.

“Fuck you,” you hiss, head dropping onto the window—which, might be another thing Katsuki might kill him for, but whatever. Your jaw jumps as you stifle a moan behind grit teeth, and what Hanta would pay to hear it. Too much money. He’d be broke, actually.

“But Babe, we’re in a car full of people,” Hanta huffs in faux offense, and you open your eyes, fuming.

“I’m going to—”

“Kill me, or cum?” And, he grins when you shove him in the shoulder. It doesn’t halt the speed of his fingers, though. If anything, it spurs them faster. “And, if its both, can you kill me after you cum?”

You give him an exasperated look, but say nothing. Just collapse against the seat, chest fluttering with unsteady breaths, and eyes tracking with heavy lids.

Then, after licking your lips to start a sentence only to be cut off by his dexterity twice, you finally manage, very seriously:

“I am going to strangle you.”

“After you cum, right?”

“No,” you shake your head, with something absolutely incendiary in your eyes. “I’m going to strangle you, and then use your dying fingers to fuck myself.”

Hanta blinks for a second. Then, his wide grin slides even wider, as he leans in to whisper, “Kinky.”

With a huff, you grab his hardening dick through his pants.

“Oh fuck!”

That was loud. And, that was Hanta.

“Don’t fuck in my car, Scotch Tape,” Katsuki warns through the rear view mirror, and Hanta wheezes a laugh when your hand disappears. While his fingers slow, they don’t stop.

“I’m not, I…uh, stubbed my toe.”

Which, isn’t the best lie in the world, but isn’t the worst. Katsuki grumbles something unsavory under his breath, but looks away like he believes him. Thank fuck.

“What the hell?” Hanta whispers once all eyes are off him, and you cheese with an evil little smile.

“Oh, doesn’t feel too good, does it?”

“No, it felt really good—that’s the problem,” he huffs a weak laugh into your neck, and prays you won’t squeeze him like that again, holy shit. (It’s either that, or he really, really wants you to squeeze him like that again, but it’s probably not a great idea.) “But, touché. Message received.”

“Horndog,” you mutter, like you’re not the one leaking everywhere.

To prove his internal point—and, your external point, though not on purpose—he pulls out both fingers and sticks them in his mouth. You immediately look around the car in a panic, to check if anyone’s watching. They’re not. You bat the hand out of his mouth regardless.

“Stop it,” you hiss. Hanta pouts, fingers finding your clit before dipping into you again.

“Or what,” he whispers, and his free hand finds your thigh, rubbing it slowly as if to soothe. “Y’gonna leave me? I don’t think I could take it, Babe. What’s this pretty pussy supposed to do without me?”

“It would live a long and full life,” you growl, before returning to your oh so guilty position by the window. They just got off the freeway, still stuck on the off-ramp—meaning, there’s not much time to make you cum before they arrive to the bar. Noted.

“No, she’d live a boring one,” he nods, and clicks his tongue. “Stuck with a man that doesn’t know how to treat her right—that’s no way to live.”

“Shut—”

“Hanta, more gummy bears!” Denki whines, and stomps his feet like a child. Katsuki berates him for kicking the seats, and you freeze, body clenching around frozen fingers. Hanta chucks the rest of the bags at Denki’s face—all three.

Denki scrambles to pick them up from the floor. Hanta hopes he won’t be bothered again.

His fingers resume their pace.

“Hanta, I swear to God,” you growl, whirling to him with fire in your eyes. The crack in your voice betrays your fury, and Hanta’s obsessed with it, actually—the way you try to act like you’re still mad, but can’t.

“But Babe,” he whines, and lands a small bite on your shoulder because he can. “Wanna make you cream on my fingers before we get there…Can you do that, for me?”

Your chest stutters in the way it always does when you’re close. You squeeze around his fingers so tight he worries they might snap, and his dick cries in his jeans, actually. Literally sobs.

“I don’t want to,” you say through grit teeth. It sounds like there’s more to that sentence, though.

“But…”

“But, I might,” you say, defeated, and glare out the window in shame. Your pussy squeezes around him in agreement, and yes. Hanta picks a steady pace, and keeps at it.

“Oh, please do,” Hanta insists with a nod. The only thing he’s a little salty about is the fact that he can’t watch it happen—can’t watch your pretty pussy flutter around his fingers as he pushes you to the edge, can’t take a taste when he wants. “Please, feel free.”

You snort, and finally look at him with something other than annoyance (or horniness)—amusement.

“You’re so stupid.”

Hanta beams, “You love it.”

Now, he knows the way to the bar like the back of his hand—knows exactly which turns lead where. And, while the car is stopped at a light, he knows that one more block, and you’ll have to get out the car.

“C’mon Baby, let me feel you,” he pleads. His wrist is cramping, but he doesn’t really care—no, he cares about the way your chest balloons, jaw dropping before you have the wherewithal to pick it up, lips forming a cute little line as you finally let go. Your eyes flutter until all he sees are the whites, and Hanta’s a little bummed that he didn’t think to record. Next time.

The car finally rolls to a stop in front of valet. Everyone files out except for the two trapped in the backseat—Hanta, and you.

He takes advantage of the momentary privacy—the amount of time it takes for Katsuki to come around the other side and open the door—to take your fingers back into his mouth, and outwardly groan at the sweetness.

You shove him in the shoulder, light enough for it to be a joke. “I hate you. So much, actually.”

The shove is light, but Hanta moves regardless, body loose with love, and maybe, a little obsession. He gives you a chaste kiss on the lips—nothing that represents the last twenty minutes—and sighs at the feeling. He missed you.

When he pulls away, his lips are coated in your gloss, and Katsuki’s busy grumbling to Eijirō about something over his shoulder to pay much attention as he hikes the seat forward to let you to out. With a last kiss to your cheek, Hanta grins.

“You love me.”

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爆豪と切島 ⸻ the heat of the moment × bakugō & kirishima

fem!reader threesome with firefighters!bakugō & kirishima after they come to your “ rescue ”

request summary. hello gorgeous human, u know that i adore u & everything u write <3333 i need firefighter kirishima and bakugo who flirt their way into a date with yn and then having nasty passionate possessive sex <33333

content. afab!reader, firefighters!au, oral (f!receiving), threesome (f/m/m), finger sucking, kiribaku being kinda bi, p in v, creampie, body worship, praise, cum eating, size kink, this is so filthy hehe ; wc. 3.5k

the whole situation was stupid, really. you burnt the fuck out of some cookies, the smoke alarm goes off, and everyone in your building has to evacuate, et cetera.

of course, the two lead firemen that respond to the call are the most gorgeous himbos that you’ve ever seen, and they’re teasing you about it, just happy that everyone was okay. so you invite them to dinner for their trouble, and to prove that you actually do know what you’re doing in the kitchen.

they looked sexy in their uniforms, and they’re even sexier now.

the blonde, katsuki, is dressed in an expensive-looking tee with the sleeves partially rolled up, showing off his biceps, tucked into loose-fitting ripped jeans and some designer belt that accentuates his slutty waist. the redhead, eijiro, is wearing a short-sleeved button down half open, his toned chest and collarbones on perfect display, and casual slacks that make his thick, muscular thighs look like sin. they’re both styled with chains and rings, and katsuki has earrings that he definitely was not wearing to work the other day.

you take one look at them and you’re FUCKED.

and its worse because they know how hot they are — as soon as you open your front door, every thought in your pretty little head evaporates and kiri is all beaming, fanged grins and bakugo is smug with a knowing glint in his sanguine eyes.

“oh, you look so pretty, babydoll,” kirishima immediately lays it on thick, taking it upon himself to place one of his big, sturdy hands on your door and opening it all the way so the two can slip inside.

“th-thanks.”

“nice place … good thing it didn’t go up in flames.”

your face heats up at the embarrassment. “yeah … and thanks for coming ; I don’t have guests often but I really like to cook and bake for people.”

“yeah? well you can make food for us anytime, angel, we just have to figure out a way to repay you.” kiri hums, nodding his head down and hugging you. he’s massive, his frame swallowing yours entirely.

katsuki hesitates at first, but he also decides to hug you after eijiro pulls away. they both smell so fucking good, wearing heady colognes that are distinctly different from each other, but neither one is overpowering. yum.

you serve the food and they’re both so sweet, thanking and complimenting you the entire evening. you notice that neither of them ask for any sort of alcohol, which you’re thankful for.

“it’s been so long since I’ve had a home cooked meal like this, and this has to be the best that I’ve ever eaten .. oh my god, angel.” kirishima groans, eating up every last bit before setting his silverware back down.

his praise is enough to make your heart skip a beat, and you’re fluttering your doll lashes at him without even realizing it. “seems he doesn’t think very highly of my cooking.” bakugo grumbles, but it’s playful.

“can’t you just thank our host instead of being an ass? you’re jealous, huh?”

katsuki rolls his eyes before turning to you, his tone shifting entirely. “it was perfect, one of my favorites. thanks for having us, sweet thing.” your gaze turns to the blonde, and you notice just how big his hands are as he drinks from a glass of water. it’s distracting, but you manage to think of a response.

“you’re welcome, it was no trouble, and I love to cook for people … and I’m sorry to ask, but do you guys live together, or something?”

“yeah, best friends and roommates since high school. don’t worry, I take good care of him.” kirishima teases and the blonde rolls his eyes again, clearly unamused. “like hell you do, I feel like I’m your mother most days.” bakugo counters, lightly kicking at kirishima, which just makes the redhead laugh.

“well, what about dessert? I baked cookies properly this time.”

the mens’ faces light up and they nod at you .. but they both have other plans for dessert.

and yeah, they ate, and they praised you and thanked you to no end, and then they ate again .. but the main course, and even the dessert, could never compare to this — you, and your perfect, glistening pussy. bakugo is sitting with you on the kitchen counter, holding you against his chest, and kirishima between your thighs.

you’re soaking all over katsuki’s jeans, your wetness dripping through the ripped holes in the distressed denim and onto his skin, but it’s not like he minds the mess, he loves it.

“s’even sweeter than that homemade buttercream, baby, fuck. you’ve gotta taste her, kats.” kirishima moans, licking a wide stripe up your entire cunt, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit in a way that makes you shiver as you run your fingers through his thick, silky hair.

“I will, I will … I’ve just got such a pretty view right now.” katsuki says over your shoulder, licking your neck before looking down at kiri.

their eyes meet while kirishima gives your cunt sloppy, open-mouth kisses, focusing on your clit, his dark eyelashes flutter and you can feel that there’s something not-so-platonic between them. it makes you whine as your thoughts blur, picturing these two gorgeous men pleasuring each other when they’re alone.

katsuki is mouthing at the column of your throat, sucking obscene bruises onto your soft skin. he doesn’t know you very well yet, but you’re so cute that he can’t help wanting to mark you up for himself.

you don’t last long, and you would’ve been more embarrassed if they hadn’t been doting on you as if you were the most perfect thing in existence, but kiri is telling you to cum so you don’t hold back on him — “it’s okay, princess, cum in my mouth, you’ve earned it.”

and when you cum, it’s the cutest and hottest thing that either men have ever seen. thighs trembling, one hand in kats’ hair and the other in kiri’s as you try to bring them both impossibly closer. you’re lightly hyperventilating and crying, trying to calm yourself in their holds, but kiri isn’t letting up, still just lapping and sucking at your sweet pussy until you literally push him away from you.

“too much, kiri, please!”

he finally relents, greedily licking his lips before wiping his hand with the back of his mouth, only to let katsuki lick up what’s left on his fingers. the blonde moans, closing his eyes and gently sucking on his bestie’s thick, pretty fingers. you audibly gulp as you watch them …

“atta girl, so fuckin’ pretty.” katsuki whispers against your neck, softly rubbing your sensitive kitty before he flips your skirt and apron back down, just so he can stuff his own fingers into his mouth to taste you again.

katsuki easily picks you up and carries you into your bedroom with kiri trailing behind, holding your sweet face and eagerly trying to kiss you as much as he can over his best friend’s shoulder while he carries you — kiri is obsessed, and he just can’t keep his hands off of you.

katsuki gently sets you down and they take turns removing your clothing, and then their own. they both look perfect ; they could be models even with the array of scars and cuts and bruises decorating their perfectly toned bodies, and they’re both absolutely hung. it makes your mouth water and your pussy even wetter ; you can feel the slick already dripping down your plush thighs, mixed with kiri’s spit.

“you want us both? or one at a time?” kirishima asks, his mouth still on your skin as he slips off your last piece of clothing. both men are trying to take it slow because they want to worship you, but they’ve both been fucking dying to have you like this since they first saw you, and especially after seeing you in that cute little dress in the kitchen today.

the question itself makes you blush an even brighter shade, and your breath catches, “j-just one.”

“gotcha, angel … is that something you’d want to try another time?” and he’s so sweet the way he asks such a filthy thing … so close that you can feel his pretty eyelashes against your cheek as he noses his way down to kiss your neck.

“I don’t know, m-maybe.”

“good girl, baby, it’s whatever you want … no pressure, jus’want to make you feel good.” he speaks the words into your skin, kissing you in reverence, but it’s still a lot. you haven’t had two partners at once before, so that was out of the question for now, but he still made you feel safe.

the feeling of being shared and doted on by these two gorgeous men was unreal, and you couldn’t tell if it made you feel like a slut, or like their prized possession .. maybe a bit of both, and maybe you liked it.

he switches topics, asking, “you wanna let bakugo taste your pretty pussy now, angel? is that okay?”

you nod without thinking and bakugo grins, laying you on your back, kissing all down your body while kiri settles into your squishy pillows at the headboard with you between his legs, your back to his chest. kiri is already impossibly hard, but the sight of you with his best friend kissing and licking and biting all over your pretty body makes him so hard that it hurts, with sweet little pearls of pre beading up at his pretty pink tip and rolling down his warm, thick length.

you’re so much smaller than them, so katsuki knows that he has to open you up with his fingers and tongue a bit because there’s no way that he or his best friend will be able to fit inside of you as is. katsuki is a munch, so wishes that he could just lay there and do nothing but suck on your perfect clit like his favorite little piece of candy, but hearing you whine and keen for him while he stretches you out is also a good option.

“fuck, katsuki, you feel so good,” you sigh, already lost in him. your praise goes straight to his ego, and he sucks a deep bruise into your pelvis, rubbing his thumb over your clit. you melt into kirishima, using his muscular thighs as a scratching post, arching into katsuki’s cute mouth and moaning like a bitch in heat.

he’s thorough and he’s nasty, licking up absolutely every inch of you to the point that you instinctively pull away, but kiri keeps a hand spread on your stomach, forcing you down into his friend’s warm, wet mouth and making you take his precise tongue with nowhere to go.

you rock your hips against his face, bakugo relentlessly sucking your clit, with his fingers either sunk into your soft skin, or trying to inch his way inside of your tight cunny, sometimes swapping a thick digit for his tongue as he tries to fit deeper. it’s all too much, and you’re already close again and he can tell, finally curling two of his fingers directly into your sweet spot. you’re crying, your dainty hands in his thick, ash blonde hair as you hold him against your cunt, cumming in his mouth and letting him messily slurp and drink all of your nectar.

he’s kissing all over your body, biting at your chest, and kiri is telling you how fucking good you are for them, how beautiful you are, thanking you for letting them have you like this, how they’ll always take care of you. “fuck me, katsuki, please, I wanna feel it !! I need it, you’re so big .. ” you’re desperate now, all of your shyness becoming replaced by the overwhelming need for pleasure.

“yeah, baby?” kiri laughs. “so impatient. not until you tell us who ate your cute pussy better, okay?” you think about it for a moment, pouting up at him and quietly saying, “k-kitty kat.” kiri’s jaw drops, given how fast he got you off. “that’s my sweet girl.” bakugo gloats, kissing you and kirishima rolls his eyes. “yeah? I’ll just have to fuck you better, then. bakugo, you go first.”

“gladly.”

kats shifts onto his haunches, stroking himself and rubbing his big, intimidating length through your folds. you gasp, and you’re so sensitive that you swear you almost cum just on his tip like that. your pussy flutters around nothing, just in anticipation of being filled to the brim. katsuki senses your anxiety, leaning down to kiss you softly as he starts to slide his thick, lengthy cock inside of your tight entrance, and his sexy, needy groans are even louder than your own.

“so big, please please please please please,” you whine against his lips, your mouth dropping into an “o” as you watch how he hardly fits inside …

“m’sorry, baby, just gotta stretch open this perfect little angel cunt for a second, it’ll feel so good, I promise.” he sighs, kissing you again and gently fucking you on his tip just to open you up.

kirishima is just in awe of the scene before him, how sexy you both are .. he feels like this isn’t even real.

“he’s pretty, isn’t he? but you’re even prettier, baby. look at you taking that big cock, m’so proud of you.” kiri whispers, holding your pretty face with one of his massive hands, so close, and your eyes are entirely focused on him as you nod and kiss his soft lips.

“look at me, pretty girl, I’ve got you.” bakugo demands your attention back on him, roughly grabbing your hips and increasing his pace. he has your legs spread and bent up, his hands secured around the backs of your knees, using one to pinch at your perked nipple every so often, while kiri does the same to the other, making you clench down even harder on katsuki’s thick cock, your eyes nearly crossing.

“inside please, I need it,” you beg, with your face in kiri’s neck while bakugo uses all of his strength to absolutely rail into you, and kiri reaches down so that he can rub at your clit. you cry out katsuki’s name, feeling him stuff you absolutely full, pumping his hot, milky load directly into your cunt over and over again until he can’t hold himself up any longer, groaning into your neck and almost falling into your arms. he’s still half-hard inside of you as his thick cum spills out into a sticky mess around his base, and he could swear that he’s in love.

you’re practically mush by the time your boys switch positions and kiri gets to you. you’re absolutely fucked out by your three orgasms, but still wanting to take everything that they’re giving you.

kiri is sweet, kissing you all over again as if you had just started, sighing deeply as he uses bakugo’s cum to slowly inch his way inside of your perfect, velvety pussy. it’s like he knows exactly what you need, exactly how you like to be fucked, like he’s done this countless times before. he’s absolutely in love with how your snug cunt still grips down onto him, taking his monstrous cock like you were made for it. he’s somehow even bigger than katsuki, mostly in thickness.

“so fucking warm, baby, thank you .. oh my god, that’s my good girl, my cock feels right at home here, yeah?” kirishima rambles, tilting his head back for a second before watching himself pound your cunt, and you wrap your calves around his waist, pulling him even closer. he is so incredibly built, all muscle, but his toned waist is the perfect slutty width to let you slot him even closer.

kats has a gentle hold on your throat with one hand, softly stroking your hair with the other, keeping it out of your face, whispering praises into your ear, watching as his best friend pounds into you and ruins you.

“you’re so small, so tight for me … fuck, I love it … ”

“I-I can feel you .. i-in my tummy, eiji,” you mumble, and he just presses one hand over your stomach, causing you both to moan as he feels his big, thick length moving inside of you. bakugo’s cock throbs against your back as he watches intently, biting his lip to keep quiet.

“so beautiful .. perfect, just look at that, my sweet girl … ”

“give me your cum, eiji, please, I wanna feel it inside, need you both to fill me up .. m’on the pill, I promise,”

“I’ve got you, angel, just let go for me.”

you’re spent, but he feels so good that your body gives you one last orgasm. kirishima is close, and feeling you cum on his fat cock sends him over the edge. he kisses you as he cums inside, softly moaning into your mouth. your back arches and your warm walls pulse around kiri’s cock, greedily milking him for every single last drop and you feel so impossibly full, and your poor kitty is puffy and drenched from the inside and out.

you had never cum this many times in one session before, so everything is a bit numb and ethereal as you melt into them. you can only imagine how messy your makeup is at this point, how you’re covered in sweat and can hardly think or breathe, but they both think that you’re the cutest thing in the world.

kirishima cockwarms you for a moment as you both come down, then replaces his cock with two of his fingers. he slides them inside as gently as possible, knowing all too well how overstimulated you are at this point. you did so fucking good for them. you whimper, nuzzling into katsuki’s chest and he shushes you, watching in awe as kirishima brings his fingers to your pouty lips, letting you suck all of the bittersweet cum off of his digits.

“good girl,” he soothes, “tastes good, yeah?” you just sleepily nod mhm, tilting your head up to kiss katsuki, all messy spit and tongue like a hentai scene, and it makes kirishima’s cock twitch.

“thank you, katsuki, eijiro,” you’re hardly able to speak, but you have to say it.

“thank you, baby, you were so fucking good for us.” kiri sighs against your soft chest, gently kissing and sucking on your nipples to soothe himself after all of the intensity.

“good girl, you can rest now, we’ve got you.” katsuki reassures, and his comforting hands are still all over you, rubbing your sore arms, your thighs, stomach, holding your waist, kissing your face and neck and shoulders until your breathing and heart rate return to normal.

they spend the rest of the night cuddling you, helping you come down. you all wash off in the shower before bathing together, sleepily clinging to your pretty boys, letting them dote on you as you come back to earth at your own pace, brushing your hair for you, then your teeth, massaging lotion into your soft skin, and dressing you in clean, comfy pajamas.

they don’t even ask if they can stay the night, already set on taking care of you and making breakfast in the morning. you’d have a lot to talk about tomorrow …

先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love

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[gyarujo]

❛ 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗗𝗢 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 爆豪勝己

synopsis. katsuki’s pride is no match for an aphrodisiac quirk

contents. nsfw! mdni. pro hero! katsuki bakugou x fem! reader. est rel. they’re dating. pwp. dubcon due to the quirk’s influence but it’s very consensual. m! mastürbation + rec öral. switch! katsuki. mostly sub he cries and begs. unprotected piv. reader’s on the pill. multiple orgäsms. implied aftercare. ࿐

katsuki never imagined that he’d be the kind of hero to get hit by a fucking aphrodisiac quirk. that’s rookie bullshit. the kind of thing that happens to sidekicks who aren’t paying attention, to extras who get caught slipping because they’re too damn slow and too damn soft. it’s not the type of thing that happens to him.

he’s the great explosion murder god: dynamight ™. with reflexes like lightning and situational awareness that’s second to none. he’s prepared for every kind of villain, every conceivable quirk. mind-control, strength enhancement. shape-shifting. but not once did it cross his mind to prepare for getting hit with a lust quirk.

at first, he’d been able to power through it. he gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached and disregarded the heat that was flooding his veins like napalm. he obliterated the villain. secured the perimeter. signed off on the preliminary report with trembling fingers.

by the time he made it back to his agency, his sanity was threadbare. he tried taking a shower but the freezing water did nothing to quench the fire coursing through his veins. if anything, it made it worse.

he rested his forehead against the tiles and bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood. his knees buckled as his hand, slick with soap suds and precum, slid all over his cock. he barely managed a few uncoordinated strokes before his hips were jerking uncontrollably. the relief lasted for all of three seconds before the blood came rushing righttt back to his cock.

he was still hard, still aching. and it was becoming very clear that this wasn’t a problem he could solve alone.

he stumbles out of the locker room, a towel slung low on his hips, his skin still flushed and steaming. he pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of loose sweats in a daze.

you’re the only thing his lust-filled brain can think of. he’s certain he’ll die if he doesn’t get to you, now. he needs you like he needs air to breathe. like he needs nitroglycerin in his palms. the thought of your face, your voice, your body on his is the sole thing keeping black spots from swarming his vision.

everyone who works at his agency knows that katsuki never leaves work early. he’s always the first to arrive and the very last to leave. he’s the one who stays late to pore over incident reports until his eyes burn. he’s the one who turns the lights off and locks all the doors behind him. but tonight he’s out of the building before the sun has even fully set.

not trusting himself to drive in this state, he hails a cab. the decision to not get behind the wheel is one of the few clear-headed ones he’s made since this whole ordeal started. his hands are shaking too much, and he knows that he’d wrap his porsche around a lamppost before he could even make it past three blocks.

he slumps into the back seat, the cheap leather sticking to his sweat-damp skin, and groans out your address. the driver glances at him in the rearview mirror, his eyes widening at the sight of great explosion murder god: dynamight ™ looking like he’s about to spontaneously combust in the backseat of his car.

on a regular day, katsuki would tell him to mind his damn business and fucking drive. but he currently doesn’t even have the energy to scowl at the old man.

after what feels like eternity, the cab screeches to a halt in front of your building. he doesn’t even wait for the car to stop completely before he tosses a handful of yen bills at the driver and stumbles out onto the sidewalk.

he practically sprints into your building. he’s too impatient to wait for the elevator. he takes the stairs instead, taking them two, sometimes three at a time, he nearly collapses once, catching himself at the very last second.

he can barely stand by the time he finally reaches your door. he’s so close to exploding right here in the hallway and you haven’t even touched him yet. he somehow musters up the energy to fish the spare key you’d forced on him months ago out of his pocket. his hands are shaking so badly, it takes him three tries before the tumblers click.

he limps into your apartment and kicks the door shut behind him. every single one of his nerve endings is on fire as he leans against the door for a second. his head thudding against the cool wood. he can feel a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, follow the line of his jaw, and drip onto his t-shirt. this is pathetic. he’s pathetic. he just wants to crawl into a hole and die. or fuck you until he can’t remember his own name. he’d prefer the latter. he’s so hard it hurts.

“kats ?” he forces his eyes open, vision swimming before it focuses on you. you’re standing in the entranceway to the living room, wearing one of his old t-shirts and little else. he wants to rip that shirt off and see what’s underneath, to map every inch of your skin with his hands, his mouth, until you’re gasping his name.

you take in the sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, the deep, feverish flush on his cheeks, and instinctively step closer. you reach up, your cool palm pressing against his burning cheek, and he almost sobs with relief. he leans into your touch like a starved man, a low moan rumbling in his chest. he could stand here all day and just let you touch him.

( he could probably cum in his pants, just from this, like a fucking loser. god, he wants you so bad. he wants your hands all over him. he wants his hands all over you. he needs to feel you. )

you lean in and press a soft kiss to his trembling lips. it’s supposed to be a sweet, simple greeting, but for him it’s feels like a match to gasoline. he fists his hands in the material of your shirt and pulls you closer. he can feel your body tense ever so slightly against his

“how was work ?” you ask, a little breathless when you finally manage to pull back just enough to look at him. 

“fuckin’ terrible,” he manages to grind out. his voice is so tight and strained. he barely recognizes himself. he’s embarrassed. so fucking embarrassed. part of him doesn’t want to tell you. he could just make something up. say he’s tired. say anything but the truth. but the thought of deceiving you, even to save his pride, is unbearable. he rests his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut as he mumbles, “got hit,” the words practically scrape his throat raw. “with a quirk.”

“what kind of quirk ?” you ask softly. your hand coming up to rest gently on his bicep. he swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing violently. he feels the heat in his cheeks deepen, a fresh wave of shame washing over him. he has to say it. he has to force the pathetic words out.

“some . . . aphrodisiac bullshit.” he looks away, unable to meet your gaze, “i blasted the punk the hell up right after but it was already too late. it’s. . . fuck, it’s bad.” he swallows hard, “it’s . . really fucking bad.”

a smile slowly spreads across your face. you can’t help but laugh. never in a million years did you think you’d live to see the day katsuki bakugou needed your help.

“you’re laughing ?!” he chokes out. he’s just confessed to being hit by a lust quirk. this is the most humble he’s ever been. stripped of all his pride, reduced to a nothing but a desperate, needy mess in front of the one person he wants to see him as strong.

he’s never been this vulnerable, this submissive, in his damn life. and you’re fucking laughing ? he wants to be angry. he wants to push you away and reclaim some semblance of his dignity. but he can’t. all he can do is stand there and tremble as your thumb brushes over his bottom lip.

“sorry, sorry, it’s not funny,” you murmur, though the smile playing on your lips says you believe otherwise. “how are we supposed to deal with it ?” you’ve got to be messing with him. he’s in utter disbelief. does he really have to spell it out ? after he’s already humiliated himself this much ?

“obviously i need to. . .” he trails off, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. he can’t bring himself to say the words. they’re too crude, too pathetic.

“you need to what, kats ?” you’re determined to make the most of the rare, once-in-a-lifetime chance to see your explosive, always-in-control pro hero boyfriend completely at your mercy. 

“you know what. . ” he grits out, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“i don’t” you frown, your eyes wide with mock innocence. “you’re gonna have to use your words, kats. tell me exactly what you need from me.”

he lets out a frustrated growl, his head falling back against the door with a soft thud. “why are you doing this to me . . ?” 

“because you’re adorable like this,” you coo, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, feeling the tremor that racks his entire body. “it’s a side of you i don’t get to see nearly enough.”

you pull back just enough to look him in the eye, your expression softening slightly, though the teasing glint remains. “and because i need to make sure you’re not just asking because of the quirk. i need to know that you actually want me.”

( you might as well have asked him if grass is green )

“of course i do,”  he chokes out, “how could you even. . . it’s always you. it’s only ever been you. even when my brain is fucking scrambled, it’s still just you.”

“okay,” you whisper, your hand sliding from his jaw down to his chest, right over his racing heart. you take his hand, fingers lacing through his, and lead him towards your bedroom. he follows you like a lost puppy, eyes fixed on the sway of your hips as you walk.

he’s on you before you can even shut the door. his hands grabbing your hips, pulling you into a hungry kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and pent-up frustration.

your legs wrap around his waist as he lifts you effortlessly. he stumbles the few steps to the edge of the bed, sitting down with a soft thud so you’re straddling his lap.

he can feel how warm you are through his pants. this is hell. this is heaven. he’s gonna die. he’s positive he’s actually going to die if you don’t move. the pressure of your weight against his aching cock draws a sharp inhale from between his teeth. you lean down, your lips finding his again in a kiss that’s anything but chaste. 

you start to move, rolling your hips slowly, grinding your core against the hard, thick length straining in his sweats. a high-pitched whimper falls from his lips. a sound so foreign to his ears it takes him a second to realize it came from him.

( what. the. fuck. he doesn’t whimper. he doesn’t fall apart like this. he’s the one who makes you fall apart. )

he hates this. he hates the sound of his own voice. but he can’t help it. he needs more. he needs to feel you. his hands fly to your hips, thick fingers digging into your flesh with bruising force. 

“katsuki,” you whisper against his lips. your tongue darts out to taste the salty sweat on his skin. he groans, his head falling back against your ruffled sheets as his hips buck up to meet yours.

he’s burning up, his skin radiating a concerning amount of heat. you can feel it through your clothes, through his. you trail your lips down the length of his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his pulse. 

“are you sure you’re okay ?” you look down at him,face contorted with concern “maybe we should go to the hospital, get you checked out. . .” 

he stares at you, his crimson eyes wide with disbelief. you’ve got to be fucking kidding him. here you are, asking him about his health while your chest is in his face and you’re straddling his lap. you’re gonna be the death of him. he swears to god. but what a way to go.

“the hospital ? i’d rather die than let another soul see me like this.” he snarls, though it lacks its usual bite, sounding more like a plea. “and i’ll blow you up if you even think about telling anyone this happened to me.”

“don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me ,” you murmur, leaning down to press a soft, teasing kiss to his jaw.

your fingers find the hem of his t-shirt, the fabric damp with his sweat. you peel it up slowly, revealing the hard, defined lines of his abs. his stomach clenches under your touch, the muscles jumping as your fingertips graze his skin.

he lets you undress him like a doll. you drag the shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly aside. his chest heaves as your hands return to his body, tracing faint scars, the ridges of his abs, the sharp v-line that dips down into his sweats.

katsuki’s trembling as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweats, breath hitching as his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach with a wet smack. it’s flushed a deep, agitated red. his tip already beading with an obscene amount of precum that drips down onto his skin.

katsuki’s not one to feel self conscious, his confidence is as much a part of him as his quirk, but right now, under your gaze, he feels too exposed. he can’t meet your eyes. his gaze is fixed somewhere over your shoulder, his jaw clenched tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek. he’s completely at your mercy, and you haven’t even touched him properly yet.

you reach out, your fingers tracing the v-line of his hips, your touch light and teasing. he shudders violently, his hips bucking up, seeking more of your touch.

“please,” he whimpers “quit teasin’ me” please. please please please. he’ll beg. he’ll get on his knees and beg. he’ll say please. he’ll say anything you want. he needs to cum. it hurts so bad. he’s gonna die. he’s gonna die if you don’t let him cum.

“but it’s so much fun,” you murmur as your fingers trail lower, brushing against the base of his cock. he lets out a strangled moan as you wrap your hand around him, your palm cool against his burning flesh.

you start to stroke him, slow and teasing, your thumb swirling around his head and spreading the slick fluid down his length. he can already feel his orgasm building, a tight, hot coil in his stomach, but you won’t let him have it. you keep him teetering over the edge until tears are brimming his waterline.

“please,” he begs, throwing an arm over his face, hiding his shame as he pleads with you. “please, baby, let me cum. i’ll do – fuuuck – anything, please.”

“look at me,” you say firmly. he’ll look. he’ll do whatever you want. just don’t leave him like this. this pathetic. this weak. he peeks at you from under his arm, crimson eyes sparkling with unshed tears. you’ve never seen him looks so fragile, so broken. the mere sight of him makes your heart ache, you can’t deny him any longer.

you shift, kneeling between his spread thighs. leaning down and wrapping your lips around the his tip. it’s a shock to his system. he cries out as you take him deeper, flushed tip hitting the roof of your mouth. 

“shit . . . baby, please,” he chokes out, his voice a ragged, breathless mess. “i can’t. . . i’m gonna. . .” the afflicting aphrodisiac quirk amplifies every sensation. fuck. fuck fuck fuck. he’s trying to stay quiet, he really is. he’s biting down on his knuckles so hard he can almost taste blood, trying to muffle the obscene sounds falling from his lips, but it’s no use. every drag of your lips, every swirl of your tongue, pulls desperate whimpers and choked groans out of him

your tongue flattens against the underside of his cock as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him off so hard it makes him see stars. you can feel him trembling, his thighs tensing under your hands as you take him even deeper and you know he’s not going to last much longer. you hum around him, the muscles in your throat constricting around his tip. and that’s all it takes to push him over the edge.

his body arches off the bed as he spills sticky ropes down your throat. you’re milking every last drop, until he’s a limp, trembling mess beneath you. you’re surprised by how sweet he tastes, like salted caramel, so much sweeter than usual.

“feeling better ?” you rasp as you pull back slowly, a string of saliva and cum connecting your lips to his flushed cock.

he’s completely wrecked, his chest heaving, his eyes squeezed shut, his face glistening cherry red. he’s never cum this hard in his life. he can barely breathe. his limbs feel like lead, his mind’s blissed-out and hazy. for a few precious seconds, he thinks it’s over. he thinks it’s worn off.

then he looks down and his heart sinks. his cock is still painfully hard. it hasn’t gone down at all. if anything, he’s somehow harder than he was before. he’s beyond horrified. he’s just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life, and it did nothing. the shitty quirk is still burning him alive, and he’s starting to think he might be stuck like this forever. 

“feels worse” his crimson eyes are filled with a mix of fear and desperation. “it’s . . fuck. . it hurts more now”

he needs more. he’s too ashamed to ask, too proud to beg you again. his pride has already taken too many beatings it may never recover from tonight. but his eyes are pleading with you as you clamber to your feet. he don’t say another word. you don’t need him to. you already know what he wants. you know katsuki like the back of your hand.

without breaking eye contact, you slowly strip off the shirt of his you were wearing, then your underwear, letting them fall to the floor. his breath hitches as his eyes trail over your naked body. he reaches for you, large hands gripping your hips and pulling you between his spread legs.  

you rest your hands on his shoulders as you straddle him again, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his bare thighs. his hands slide from your hips to grip your ass, pulling you even closer, grinding you against him slowly.

it feels so good. too good. and then he realizes why it does. he’s completely bare. it’s so rare for him to fuck you raw, a line he almost never crosses, and the fact that he almost did, that he was so lost to the quirk he forgot, terrifies him.

“no, fuck, we can’t. not without a c-condom” his voice straining as he reaches for his sweats. his hands shake as he yanks his wallet from the cotton pocket, nearly dropping it in his haste. he flips it open, lithe fingers fumbling through the slots, but there’s nothing there. 

he’s always so responsible, so prepared. a wave of despair washes over him, so strong it’s ridiculous. he was too out of it to check before he came here, too desperate to even think about stopping at a convenience store, and now . . . he checks again, more slowly this time, as if a shiny foil wrapper might magically appear. nothing.

a few hot tears spill over, tracing paths down his flushed cheeks, and it infuriates him. why the hell is he so damn sensitive ? he knows it’s the quirk fucking with his brain, his emotions, but it doesn’t make it feel any less real.

he tosses his wallet and sweats back onto the floor and rakes a hand through his blond hair, “i don’t . . . i don’t have one.”

he’s out. he’s fucking out. he’s always so prepared. he’s always so fucking responsible. and now, when he needs it most. he’s failed you. he’s failed himself. 

you’re kissing his tears away, your lips soft against his damp skin. “it’s okay kats” you soothe, cupping his cheek and smoothing your thumb over the jagged scar adorning it. “. . i’m on the pill, remember ?”

his crimson eyes, wide and vulnerable, search yours for any hint of hesitation, any sign that you’re just saying this to placate him. he finds none. he leans into your touch, his body trembling violently as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

“are you sure ?” he chokes out, his voice muffled by your skin. he’s not asking about the pill. he knows you’re just as responsible as he is. he’s asking if you’re sure you want this, sure you want him bare, with nothing between you when he’s this much of a mess.

“i’m positive,” you whisper, capturing his lips in a kiss that ebbs all his qualms away. his hands are everywhere, roaming your back, gripping your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer until there’s not a sliver of space between you.

you position yourself over him, crying out as the blunt head of his cock presses against your entrance. you sink down, taking him inch by inch. you’re so tight. so wet. and you’re taking him so well. all of him. bare. 

“baby,” he whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut. “move. please. you gotta move.”

you shift your hips in a sensual rhythm that has him seeing stars. his hands are gripping your hips so tight you’re sure there’ll be bruises tomorrow, but you don’t care.

“don’t stop,” he chants the phrase like a mantra. “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” like it’s the only thing he knows how to say. every drag of your walls against his cock is both a blessing and a curse.

for a few precious seconds, he just holds you, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder as you ride him, trying to anchor himself to this moment.

but the lust quirk doesn’t care about moments. it only cares about the ache, the burning, relentless need for more. his hips begin to move on their own accord, a slow, shallow roll that’s more instinct than conscious thought. another whimper tears from his throat as he feels your slick walls grip him like they never want to let him go, “can’t. . . i can’t stay still,” he gasps

he drives up into you frantically. the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, mingling with his harsh pants and your breathy moans.

he’s completely consumed by the quirk and the mind-blowing pleasure of being inside you. his crimson eyes are half-lidded, tears of pure sensation and frustration leaking from the corners, but he doesn’t stop. he can’t.

“shit, look at you,” he chokes out, his voice cracking as he forces his wide eyes open to watch you. the sight of you bouncing on his cock, your head thrown back in pleasure, your skin rippling with each brutal snap of his hips, is almost enough to make him cum again. “so fuckin’ pretty. . . takin’ me so well.”

his calloused thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles over the sensitive nub. overcome by the need to make you cum. maybe, just maybe, your orgasm will trigger his own. maybe, just maybe, the feeling of you clenching around him will extinguish the fire burning him alive.

“c’mon,” he pants, his hips pistoning up into you, the wet, obscene sounds of your cunt sucking him in reverberating in the room. he can feel you tightening around him, your walls fluttering and clenching as your own release builds. it spurs him on, his thrusts become even more erratic, more desperate. “that’s it,” he groans, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot and ragged. “gonna cum ? gonna make a mess all over me ?”

before either of you can fully process it, he rolls, taking you with him. the world flips, and suddenly your back is pressed against the mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the feverish heat of his body blanketing yours.

he settles heavily between your thighs, his weight pinning you down, his forearms bracketing your head as he looms over you. his pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the crimson of his irises, just a thin ring of red surrounding pools of pitch black. all traces of his earlier submission are gone.

he doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, immediately picking up a brutal, punishing pace. his hips snap against yours, the sound of skin against skin louder and more intense than it was before. the thick head of his cock repeatedly kisses the spot inside you that makes your vision turn white. 

his scarred hand slides down your body until his thumb finds your clit again. his movements frantic as he rubs tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. the dual stimulation of his cock hammering into you and his thumb working your clit sends shockwaves through your entire nervous system.

“mghh katsuki,” you’re screaming and moaning his name so loud, you know your neighbors are going to complain again. but you’re well past the point of caring. and katsuki’s never given a single fuck about your neighbors; he’d burn the whole building down if it meant he could finally feel you cum around him. tears are falling from his eyes again, tracing paths down his face as he completely loses himself in you.

“yeahhh, that’s it,” he cries. his thumb on your clit presses down harder, hips slamming into yours with renewed vigor. your headboard smacks against the wall with the force of his thrusts. “c’mon, baby, please . . . cum for me. i know you’re close. . . i can feel it”

he can feel your whole body tensing, your back arching off the bed as you teeter right on the edge. your cunt is clamping down on him like a vice, rhythmic pulses that make his own vision swim.

“fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groans. he can’t . . . he can’t stop. he doesn’t want to stop. he could stay like this forever, buried inside you, feeling you cum on his cock over and over again.

“one more” he’s panting against your neck, his voice wrecked. “jus’ one more, baby, i swear i can feel it wearing off.” his hips have a mind of their own now, inching impossibly closer to yours.  you’re so overstimulated you can barely think, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as your body convulses with yet another wave of pleasure. your cunt is spasming around him again, and again, and again.

“s’too much,” you whine, “kats, it’s too much.”

“i know, baby, i’m so sorry . . .” he murmurs against your skin, “swear i’m gonna pay that extra a visit and send him straight to hell for doing this to me.”

a breathy giggle escapes your lips despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. “that’s not – hah – very heroic of you,”

he lets out a shaky breath, his rhythm never faltering. “‘m not sure i can even consider myself a hero anymore after this,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses his forehead against yours.

his thumb finds your clit again, circling the swollen bundle of nerves, sending both of you spiraling toward another peak again. he’s well past the point of shooting blanks now, his body completely wrung out, nothing left to give. his hips are faltering, movements growing sloppier. he’s barely propped up on his elbows, arms shaking violently with the strain of keeping his weight off you.

you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve both cum. you’re so blissed out, your mind floating somewhere far above the soaked sheets, nails digging crescents into his shoulders, as he falls apart for the last time.

for a moment, you both just lay there, breathing in the thick, humid air. there’s so much of him leaking from your folds, coating your inner thighs and soaking the already ruined sheets beneath you.

he can no longer ignore the mess he’s made of you when he musters up the strength to pull out. he makes a muffled, embarrassed sound against your skin, his face burning hot. “m’sorry. . . fuck, it’s everywhere.”

“it’s fine, katsuki,” you murmur, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair, the blond strands clinging to your fingers. 

he lifts his head just enough to look at you, crimson eyes heavy-lidded and hazy. he glances down, his gaze tracing the mess on the sheets before flicking back to your face. “we can’t fuckin’ sleep in this,” 

he pushes himself up with a groan, arms trembling so badly he almost collapses back onto you. he manages to roll to the side, landing with a thump on the mattress. the sudden loss of his body heat makes you shiver. he just lies there for a second, staring at the ceiling before forcing himself into a sitting position.

his vision swims as he inches towards the edge of your bed. he rises to his feet and his legs nearly gives out. but he’s still standing. you can see the fine tremors running through his thighs, the strain in his back as he straightens up with a pained grunt. 

he turns back to you, his face half-shadowed in the dim light. his hair is a sweaty, tangled mess, sticking up in every direction, and his eyes are barely open.

“c’mon,” he says, holding out a hand to you, “we’ve gotta shower. and then i’ll make you some dinner”

lust can weaken most men, can make them forget how to breathe, how to speak. but no shitty quirk can ever make katsuki forget his love for you. it’s in his bones, in his veins, in every fiber of his being. that’s why he’s pushing through the pain, why he’s offering you dinner and a warm shower – despite your feeble protests – instead of collapsing back into bed. even when his body is failing him, his heart is right there with you.

© GYARUJO 2026. please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites. do not feed to ai

[adoringmha]

katsuki likes having his hands on you at all times. it's so mindless it just feels wrong if you're in the same room and he's not touching you?

he'll pass by you and a big hand will slide around your waist, lingering at the small of your back for no reason at all while he reaches for something above or beside you.

he doesn't even do it to fluster you, it just feels natural.

it actually took him a little while to be comfortable enough to initiate casual touches when you first started dating. his heart was pounding the first time he reached for your hand, he even accidentally gave it a quick squeeze out of nervousness. but once he felt confident enough, it was impossible to get his hands off you.

when he takes a seat next to you, his hand immediately finds your thigh, patting it a couple times fondly before resting, squeezing playfully here and there. he'll often slide your leg on top of his lap, aiming for both, as the hour goes by.

when you get up, he lets his hand trail down your leg, letting it linger while he looks up at you, the quiet timbre of his voice flustering you when he asks "where you going?" even when you're in public, it makes you want to crawl in his lap and stay there, which he would love, but there's a time and a place.

when he's passing by you as you're sitting on the couch, he'll pat you on the head, often after giving it a kiss, especially when you're busy working on something.

you never asked him to do any of this, but now it's the norm, and it feels just right.

©adoringmha 2026

[adoringmha]

finally caught up w blue lock !

[adoringmha]

thinking of katsuki tracking your movements across the room as you get ready to go out with your friends, his limbs sprawled out on the bed all lazy. you can feel his eyes on you, how can you not? and you smile to yourself, feeling giddy inside from his attention.

he beckons you over right before you put on your lip liner, even though he's going to ask for a kiss after you've done your lip combo anyway.

"c'mere." a hand hangs off the bed, fingers calling you over slowly and you patter over to him, liner still in hand, already knowing what he's asking for.

you place a knee on the bed and a hand on his chest as you lean into him, his hand sliding up your leg, over your ass to land at your waist without a thought, keeping you in place as you press your lips against his.

he hums, content, and keeps kissing you for a nice long moment, until you finally snap out of it and push off of him, not wanting to get carried away and get your foundation all over the place. "okay, okay."

he licks his lips slow, still watching you. he pats your ass a couple times playfully, "alright i'll let you go." you turn back to finish up your makeup and his eyes sweep over you, "for now."

you hear him of course and shake your head. "behave."

[bfbkg]

i fear i tried to post this twice and tumblr censored me! but the ask u got abt if katsuki would say "making love" or fuck made me think of this scenario i had to share lol - adoringmha

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i think he'd shamelessly say when he wants to fuck. he'll literally drop his head back on the couch unbothered enough to not even pretend he's paying attention, eyes glued to you as all your friends talk and make jokes around you. he slides a hand on your thigh and your legs press together, already knowing where this is going.

you turn, trying to ignore the heat in his gaze as you lock eyes.

"what's wrong?"

"wanna go home and fuck."

he's not loud, but he's not exactly whispering either.

your eyes widen and you smack his thigh lightly. "katsuki-"

"these idiots won't care, we've been here long enough."

...you had been at kiri's place for hours now. it wouldn't hurt to be the first ones to leave.

he smiles lazy and cocky when he sees you've made your decision. with a quick squeeze to your thigh, he gets up. "let's go."

see like this. oooweeeeeee. nom nom nom. isn’t he sooooo fine.

sitting lazy on the sofa, head resting on the back and he grips your thigh. slightly swaying it back and forth. able to move your whole body without much effort. everything about him captures your attention. he is just so sexy. half lidded eyes. a slight snark in his tone about still being there.

wanna eat him ALIVE. immediate slap after “wanna go home and fuck.” so honest and annoying.

defo walks out behind you with his hands in your waist guiding you through the house because he’s all horny and touchy. pats your bottom too.

gonna close my eyes and imagine this for a minute.

[saintshigaraki]

sex with bkg is 30 mins to 1 hr of pussy eating turning to pussy eating and fingering -> making out while he grinds his palm against your cunt while you come all wet and sticky against him -> soft and slow missionary with intense eye contact and a lot of very dirty grinding -> rinse and repeat

[weirdergirlbrina]

Cuddling with Katsuki’s like cuddling with an oven.

Thanks to his quirk, his body’s constantly warm, always radiating heat.

Normally, it doesn’t bother you. If anything, you love it. It’s like having a heated blanket that grumbles when you steal his warmth.

But now it’s the middle of summer.

And your AC’s broken.

The apartment feels miserable, thick with heat that clings to your skin no matter where you stand or what you do.

You finish your nightly routine, already sweating a little as you flop down into the bed with little to nothing on.

You spread yourself across your side like a starfish, refusing to move in hopes the little fan pointed directly at you can work some kind of miracle.

Katsuki walks in a minute later, towel draped around his neck as he dries his damp hair, “You alive?”

“Barely”

He snorts, “You’ll live.”

He climbs in next to you, giving you a goodnight peck, then immediately goes to spoon you.

You huff loudly, pushing him away from you with a pathetic whine, “too hot”

He frowns, sitting upright immediately, “What the fuck?”

You raise an eyebrow, “..What?”

“You got another man?” he blurts, already wearing the world’s nastiest scowl, “Why don’t you wanna cuddle?”

You can’t help the laugh that slips out at that, “Katsuki, it’s too hot!”

His eyebrows furrow tightly, huffing air out of his nose. He flops back down angrily, turning his back to you with a pissy little hmph.

You simply roll your eyes and scooch back over to your side.

Exactly twelve seconds pass before he rolls back over, “I can’t sleep like this!”

“You’ll live” you mock, shooting him a sarcastic smile.

“So you hate me and think i’m a disgusting freak? Got it” he practically hisses, frowning so hard it almost looks painful

“You’re being so dramatic”, you laugh, “I just want to sleep comfortably”

“Well I wanna cuddle my girl, dammit”

“I’m already sweating!”

A few seconds pass where he’s staring at you real hard while you pretend to not notice, then he suddenly grabs his phone.

“I’m calling icy-hot to come cool this place down” he barks, already calling poor Shoto.

“Kats-“

“And we’re getting a new AC tomorrow” he interrupts, “I’m not dealing with none of this ‘too hot to cuddle’ bullshit” he mutters

You can’t help the little smile that tugs at your lips.

For being a huge grump, he’s such a baby.

An hour later, after a very amused Shoto cools the apartment down, Katsuki’s practically glued to your side.

“There,” he mutters into your neck, “now quit whining”

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A/N: based off last night where my heater of a man was pissy I didn’t wanna cuddle

[suguwu]

when his shoulders are broad enough that when he hooks your legs over them you instantly feel the stretch in your thighs

[e1derberry]

all a girlie needs is to be surrounded by her trinkets and have ambient lighting and maybe an open window with a slight breeze

[cinna-creme]

come over

a/n: based off this !! - longest thing i've written >.<

kirishima x katsuki x reader

knock! knock! knock!

you get up and run over to the door. “you actually came!” you squeal, grabbing katsuki’s hand and yanking him inside.

“easyyy.” kiri chuckles. “you’re gonna scare him off.” 

“it’s fine.” katsuki mumbles with pink cheeks, letting you drag him over to the couch while kiri grabs the bag katsuki is holding on his shoulder. 

“c’mon let’s get comfy.” you push him back on the couch and squish in next to him. 

“i’ll get the lights.” kiri hums. 

the room goes dark and you press in closer to katsuki, giggling when you hear his little gasp. kiri takes the seat on the other side, leaning back and spreading his legs so his thigh is pressed right against katsuki’s. you reach for the remote, holding onto katsuki’s thigh for support as you stretch as you stretch.

“do you just wanna watch an episode of something since it’s late?” you look back at katsuki over your shoulder. 

“whatever you want.” he nods. 

the living room is illuminated in red as you open netflix and lean back on the couch. kiri reaches across the couch and plucks the remote from you, stealing a kiss, smiling at the sound katsuki makes. kiri pulls back but you chase after him and kiss him again, a small giggle bubbling out of you. 

“thought we were gonna watch something.” katsuki clears his throat. 

“stop pouting.” you lean back, quickly pressing a kiss to katsuki’s cheek. 

katsuki’s heart stops and starts again, face going red as he stares at you. “i..”

“want another?” kiri smirks and kisses his other cheek. 

katsuki’s chest is heaving now, mind racing at what’s going on. is he dreaming? did he fall asleep instead of actually coming over? he’s in heaven sandwiched between the both of you and now you’re both kissing him? he doesn’t know what he would do if you guys actually kissed him. 

“you good?” kiri cups the side of katsuki’s neck. 

“uhh yeah.” katsuki nods. 

“were those your first kisses?” you poke his cheek. 

“no!” his eyes go wide. 

“they totally were.” kiri chuckles. 

“i’m gonna-”

“want a real kiss?” you whisper, brushing his hair back.

“what?“ his voice cracks. 

“she asked if you wanted a kiss.” kiri grins, thumb stroking along the warm skin of katsuki’s neck. “or do you want a kiss from me first?” 

“i.. yeah.” he breathes out. 

kirishima cups the other side of katsuki’s neck and turns his head towards him. he searches katsuki’s eyes, slowly leaning in to check if there’s any changes but all he can see is katsuki’s desperation. katsuki doesn’t move when kiri presses his lips to his, its soft, just a peck, but it leaves katsuki breathless nonetheless. 

“my turn.” you hum and katsuki turns to you. “if you want.” 

“i do.” he glances at your lips. you peck him softly and pull back. “can i.. have another?” 

“wanna try another kind?” you tilt your head. 

“how?” he stares at you. 

kiri leans across katsuki and takes your lips, licking into your mouth and sliding his tongue against yours. you moan softly, melting into him and letting your tongue move around his mouth. katsuki stares at the both of you, sweats getting tighter by the second as you two makeout in front of him. 

“like that.” kiri pulls back. 

“yes.” katsuki pants, tips of his ears going red. 

you lean forward and press your lips to katsuki’s again, licking along his lips, pushing your tongue into his mouth when he gasps. his tongue follows yours, shy as you slide against his. kiri squeezes katsuki’s thigh and he groans into your mouth, hips bucking up causing kiri to chuckle. 

katsuki’s face burns but every thought leaves his head when kiri attaches his mouth to katsuki’s neck. kiri slowly kisses his way up his jaw and meets your lips on katsuki’s. you kiss him once and then he replaces your lips on his. katsuki groans when kiri pushes his tongue in his mouth, sinking into the couch as you and kiri take turns with his lips. 

“your sweats seem a little tight kats.” kiri’s hand slides up katsuki’s thigh. 

“wanna take em off?” you press a kiss to the side of his mouth. 

“i.. nghhh!” katsuki whines when kiri brushes against his throbbing cock. “yes!” his eyes squeeze shut. 

“let’s go to the room.” kiri nudges his nose against katsuki’s jaw. 

“okay.” his breath shaky. 

you and kiri get up from the couch, each taking one of katsuki’s hands and leading him down the hall. you both walk him to the edge of the bed and turn to him. you reach up and kiss him again, your fingers push up the edges of his shirt and pressing your palms against his abs. 

“can we take this off?” you mumble against his lips. 

“yeah but.. you guys too.” he’s given up trying to rein in his blush. 

you step back and turn to kiri and pull his shirt up, tossing it to the floor and kiri’s hands are on you the next second. he has you turn towards katsuki, making a show of slowly lifting your shirt until your tits come into view. katsuki’s eyes widen when your nipples harden and kiri takes them between his fingers. 

“wanna play with em? she likes it.” kirishima coos. 

“can i?” katsuki answers right away. 

“mhm, please.” you nod your head quickly. 

he steps forward with shaky hands outreached, kirishima chuckles and grabs his wrists and guides them to your chest. katsuki’s fingers flex into the plush, small puffs of air leaving his lips as kiri guides his fingers to your nipples. 

“roll, pinch, tug.. bite.” kiri grins when katsuki’s eyes widen. 

kirishima moves his hands and katsuki brushes his thumbs over your nipples, glancing at your face with each pass. he gives a little pinch and you gasp, pushing back into kiri but arching your chest towards katsuki. he glances back at kiri with parted lips and shivers when he locks eyes with him. 

“hm?” kiri gives him a lopsided smile. 

“what about you?” your lashes flutter open at katsuki’s words. 

“what about me?” kiri tilts his head. 

“do you.. like your nipples played with?” katsuki tilts his head. 

“do you?” kiri grins. 

“i.. i don’t know.” his pupils blown wide. 

“wanna find out?” you step forward. 

“yeah.” he nods quickly. 

you lean forward and circle one of his nipples with your tongue. kiri comes up beside you and curls his tongue around the other, wrapping his arm around katsuki’s waist to help him stay standing. you give a little nip and katsuki lets out a moan, tossing his head back, knees going weak. 

“let’s go to the bed.” kirishima lifts up. “still want these sweats off?” he tugs on his waist band. 

“yeah.” katsuki pants. 

kirishima hooks his fingers into the grey fabric, making sure to get his boxers down in one go. katsuki lets out a hiss of air when his cock springs free and steps out of the sweats with bright red cheeks. when he looks up he sees you and kiri peeling off your pants and then you both turn back to him. 

“excited katsuki?” kiri looks down at katsuki’s flushed tip that’s leaking with pre. 

“be nice.” you hum, stepping closer to katsuki. 

“i am.” kiri chuckles. “lay back kats.” he nods to the bed. 

katsuki sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at you and kiri, letting out a soft moan when the two of you join him. you both help him scoot up the bed, each hooking a leg over his thighs and reaching for his twitching dick. 

“can we touch you?” you trail a figure up his thigh. 

“yeah.” he chokes on the word he says it so fast. 

you trace one finger up his shaft, circling around the head as he lets out a low groan. “she likes to tease.” kiri hums, wrapping his fingers around katsuki and slowly pumping as you continue to thumb at the pre. 

“fuuck.” he tosses his head back into the pillows. 

“should me and my pretty girl take turns with you?” kiri slides his hand down and cups katsuki’s balls. “hm?” he grins at the way katsuki is bucking his hips up. 

“yes.” his cock throbs at the thought. 

kiri pulls you closer, his other hand slipping between your thighs to get you ready for katsuki while he’s still lazily pumping him. he chuckles when he finds you already wet, slipping two fingers into your sopping walls with ease. katsuki props himself up to watch, lips parted and eyes heavy as he stares at your pussy and the way it sucks in kiri’s fingers. 

“she’s gonna do that to your cock.” kiri squeezes his hand, watching katsuki fall back into the pillow as a glob of pre oozes out. 

“wha- what are you gonna do?” katsuki fists the sheets. 

“watch her ride you and then..” he hums. “get you ready and fuck you if that’s what you want.” katsuki cums all over kiri’s hand. “yeah?” he grins. 

“want that.” katsuki nods, hips bucking up, cock still hard and twitching. 

“alright, come on, pretty baby.” kiri slowly pulls his fingers out of you. kiri helps you get into position, holding your hips as you straddle katsuki’s waist. “hands here kats.” he nods. 

katsuki’s hands replace kiri’s and he stares up at you with pink cheeks and hearts in his eyes. kiri reaches between you both, wrapping his fingers around katsuki and sliding him through your slick. katsuki’s chest heaves when kiri pushes him into your pussy. 

“give him a good ride baby.” kiri kisses the side of your neck. 

you watch kiri curl up next to katsuki and brush the hair off his forehead as you slowly start to sink down. katsuki’s fingers flex into your sides with each inch you take, your gummy walls slowly melting his mind. when your ass finally meets his thighs you let out a soft moan feeling him so deep. 

“better not cum yet.” kiri scoots down to kiss at his neck. 

“it’s- ngh! feels so good.” katsuki gasps. 

“i know it does.” kirishima nips at his pulse. 

you lift up on shaky knees and then plap back down pulling a moan from both you and katsuki. you start bouncing up and down and katsuki can’t take his eyes off the way your tits jiggle. 

“touch me.” you gasp. 

“i- i am!” his stomach flexes. 

you grab onto his hands and yank them up to your tits and have him squeeze. he jerks his hips up, abs flexing at the way you pulse around him. you roll your hips after every slide down, brushing your clit against his pelvis, making yourself even wetter and messier for him.

“she- she feels too good.” katsuki shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut. 

“hear that pretty girl?” kiri unlatches from katsuki’s neck. “pussy’s too good for him.” he eyes the creamy ring you leave behind on katsuki’s base after every smack. 

kirishima reaches forward and thumbs at your clit. “kiri!” you clamp down on katsuki’s cock. 

“i’m gonna cum!” katsuki’s voice cracks. 

“not until she cums.” kiri kisses the side of his head. 

your tummy tightens, thighs burning as you ride him faster, kiri’s thumb relentless on your clit. katsuki pinches your nipples and that’s all it takes to have you cumming. your thighs shake, katsuki still humping up into you, eyes rolling back. 

“can i- hic! can i cum?” katsuki almost cries. 

“go ahead.” kiri coos and katsuki lets go. 

“fuck, thank you! fuck!” he sobs as he fills you. 

you collapse forward onto his chest and smash your lips to his, slowly rolling your hips, smiling into the kiss when you feel him twitch back to life. “gonna lift off now baby.” you kiss the side of his mouth. 

you lift off, legs shaking as you collapse on the bed next to him. kiri trails a hand up katsuki’s thigh, slowly wrapping his fingers around his half hard cock. “still want me kats?” 

“mhmm.” katsuki nods. 

“yeah?” you curl into katsuki’s side. “gonna be a good boy for kiri?” you giggle watching his cock twitch at your words. 

“kats has been such a good boy tonight.” he lifts one of katsuki's legs, pressing a kiss to the side of his calf. kiri grabs his other leg and presses a kiss in the same place. “gonna have to get you ready.” 

“kiri’s big but it feels so good.” you run your fingers through his hair. 

kiri dips down, still holding katsuki’s legs up as he kisses down his thighs. he licks at his dick, groaning at the taste of you still coating him, making his way down to his balls, sucking one into his mouth while you suck little marks onto the side of his neck. katsuki’s eyes roll back when kiri’s tongue traces around his hole. 

“kiri..” it’s a breathless plea. 

“hm?” another circle of his tongue. 

“hah- fuck!” katsuki’s toes curl. 

kirishima keeps up his soft licking, each broken gasp from katsuki spurring him on. he pushes his tongue past the tight ring and katsuki moans, legs shaking in kiri’s hands. kiri reaches for the bottle of lube he grabbed while you two were busy and and coats his fingers, just barely fucking his tongue into him. 

“gonna start with a finger.” kirishima lifts his head up. “you tell me how it feels.” he locks eyes with him. 

“o-ohhh okay.” katsuki pants as kirishima circles his hole with his slick finger. 

kiri slowly pushes his finger in, only to the first digit until he feels katsuki relax then he moves to the next one. katsuki is gasping, dick twitching and leaking all over his stomach as kiri starts to pump his finger. 

“how does it feel katsuki?” you nuzzle into his neck. 

“good.” he pants. “so good.” 

“think you’re ready for another?” kiri curls his finger and katsuki moans. 

“yes!” hips wiggling back down. 

you dote on katsuki while kiri starts to push a second slick finger in, dripping down some of the lube directly onto his hole as he pushes them in. katsuki adjusts quickly, becoming a whining mess in seconds. he tosses an arm over his face, hips bucking up as kiri spreads him open. kirishima works him up to a third finger, spreading him open and fucking his fingers in deeper. 

“think you’re ready for kiri?” you lick up the shell of his ear. 

“wanna try.” he nods. 

“you change your mind at any point you let me know and we’ll stop.” kiri slowly pulls his fingers out. “okay?” he pours a generous amount of lube on his cock. 

“okay.” katsuki lifts his hips as kirishima gets into place. 

kiri rests katsuki’s legs on his hips, grinning when katsuki locks them into place. he pushes softly at katsuki’s hole, slowly easing just his tip in and hissing at the tightness. katsuki blinks up at him, mind emptying as he focuses on the stretch. you reach down and slowly start pumping his cock, whispering the sweetest words in his ear as kiri pushes in another inch. 

“i.. i-” kiri stops his movements at katsuki’s stutters. “gonna cum.” 

a smile spreads across kirishima’s face at his words. “you can cum, kats. let it out.” 

you keep pumping him even as he cums, watching the way his thighs shake as kiri continues to push in. katsuki is babbling now, hiccuping in pleasure, finally letting out a low moan when kiri finally settles against his ass. 

“you did it.” you coo, kissing along his jaw. 

“s’big.” katsuki blinks up at him with heavy eyes. 

“you did so good for me.” kiri rubs katsuki’s outer thigh. “let me know when you want me to move.” his own abs flexing at the feeling of katsuki clenched around him. 

“now.” katsuki bucks his hips up, sending the both of them into whiny messes. 

kirishima slowly starts to pull out, pushing back in even slower no matter what katsuki says. he takes it slow until he feels him relax even more and then he starts to pick up the pace. each push of his hips back in he searches for that one stop that will have katsuki cumming again. 

“where-”

“kirishima!” katsuki gasps, ropes of cum shooting across his abs. “that- i- hah! fuck ‘s so good.” 

he’s fully relaxed now and kirishima finally starts to let go a little more, fucking into him with more purpose, chasing his own high. you’re still pumping katsuki’s over sensitive dick, kissing across his cheeks as he shutters. 

kirishima’s abs flex, feeling his pleasure rapidly building at the way katsuki is clamping down around him. he looks at you with hearts in his eyes, taking care of katsuki so good while he fucks him. his feelings become too much and he can’t stop the words about to tumble out of his mouth as he’s right on the cusp. 

“i.. i love you guys so much.” kirishima’s eyes tear up. “my pretty, pretty babies.” he’s choked up. “kats? katsuki.” 

“hmm?” he blinks up at him, head in the clouds. 

“you’re not going anywhere.” his hands flex into katsuki’s legs. “staying right here with us.” he nods, grunting as his orgasm starts to wash through him. 

kiri slowly pulls out, watching the way katsuki’s face scrunches at the loss and the way he relaxes into the bed. he gets on the other side of katsuki and the two of you shower him with kisses and praise. 

“you did so good.” “sounded so good.” “felt so good.” “looked so pretty.” 

katsuki’s cheeks get redder and redder at each word and kiss, fingers digging into each of your waists. kiri leaves for a couple minutes to grab some water and snacks while you continue to pepper katsuki with kisses. when kiri returns, you both turn to him, welcoming him back into bed and thanking him as he dotes on the both of you. 

“i was serious kats.” kiri brushes his hair back. 

“hm?” his eyebrows scrunch. 

“we’re not gonna let you go.” kiri shakes his head. 

“you’re stuck with us.” you kiss his cheek. 

“for the night?” his cheeks heat. 

“no. forever.”

[cinna-creme]

he’s sweet, i swear !

a/n: i lit came writing this

ochako studies you as you lean back on the opposite side of the couch, lips pursing as you cuddle into one of katsuki’s shirts. you toss a pillow at her and she catches it with a grin. 

“are you sure you really like him?” ochako raises her eyebrows at you. “you can tell me.” she whispers. 

“he’s sweet, i swear!” you push her leg with your foot. 

“bakugo? sweet?” she giggles. “i’m sure he devours your lips like some ravenous animal.” she rolls her eyes. 

“sometimes but.. he really starts with soft pecks you know? cupping my cheeks and..” you trail off feeling heat rush to your face. “he’s sweet.” you huff. 

“yeah?” she bites her lip to hide a smile. 

“i’ll show you.” 

you cross the couch, cupping her cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to the side of her lips, another just under them, and then to the side before pressing your lips softly to hers. your thumbs brush the apples of her cheeks, feeling how warm they are under your touch and then her hands are on your waist. your tongue licks softly along the seam of her lips, humming when she parts them for you. 

you lick into her mouth, letting your hands slide up into her hair to hold her closer, her thighs falling open so you can settle more comfortably between them. you kiss down her jaw and make your way to her neck, sucking just under her ear and she lets out a little moan. you chuckle before kissing back up to her lips and then it’s a full makeout. 

her hands are pushing your shirt up and she’s swallowing down all of the sounds you make when she squeezes into your warm skin. you’re both too caught up in one another to notice the front door open and close, leaving katsuki to stand frozen watching you both on the couch. he clears his throat and you pull back. 

“kats.” you pant. “i was..” 

“you were what? tongue fucking cheeks?” he can’t hide the blush that’s creeping up his neck. 

“was showing her how you kiss me.” you whisper. 

“what else were you gonna show her?” he tilts his head. 

“well.. i dunno.. i don’t think i could eat her out as good as you.” you bat your lashes at him and press closer to ochako. 

“so what’re you saying baby?” katsuki takes a step closer. 

“why don’t you.. show chako how perfect your mouth is?” you turn to look down at her. “if you want.” you tilt your head a little. 

“really?” she looks up at you with round eyes. 

“mhm!” you smile. “kats is really good at it. bet he’ll make you cum really quick.” you turn to katsuki. “c’mere.” 

katsuki is kneeling down before the both of you in seconds, mouth watering at all the possibilities of tonight. you lift off of ochako, placing one last kiss on her lips and turning her so she’s facing katsuki. katsuki rests his hands on her thighs and looks up at her. 

“you sure cheeks?” he raises his brows. 

“yeah.” she nods. 

katsuki pulls ochako’s hips to the edge of the couch, grinning at the squeak that comes from her mouth when he starts to tug down her shorts. he tosses them over his shoulder and spreads her legs even more, licking his lips when you grip one of her thighs to help hold her open. 

“couple kisses from my girl got you all wet?” he presses his lips to the side of her calf. 

you gasp. “really?” your hand slips between her thighs and katsuki’s pants get tighter watching your fingers slide through her folds. “i did this chako?” 

“yes!” she moans. 

you pull your fingers away and she blushes watching you slip them into your mouth. “mmm, kats you gotta try.” 

he leans forward and licks a long stripe up her center, circling her clit once, twice, before sucking it into his mouth. she bucks forward and you lean over and take her lips, cupping her jaw and swallowing down each sound as katsuki flicks his tongue against her clit. he groans into her, feeling his dick twitch when her hand finds his hair and tugs. 

“fuck!” she pulls back. “fuck he’s good.” she tosses her head back. 

“can i take off your shirt?” you coo and katsuki’s eyes snap up to the both of you while he’s still suckling on her clit. 

she nods and the fabric is gone instantly, her tits spilling out and you're immediately dipping your head down to suck one of her nipples into your mouth. katsuki groans into her, the vibrations sending her eyes rolling back. he licks down to her pussy and pushes his tongue in, slowly starting to fuck it in and out of her. 

“i- i’m- nghhh!” her hips rock against katsuki’s face. 

you pull off her nipple with a pop and look up at her. “he’s doing so good, huh?” 

“fuck i’m gonna cum!” she shutters. 

“katsukiii.” you preen. “doing such a good job that chako’s already gonna cum.” you bury your fingers in his hair next to hers and tug. “i wanna cum too.” you almost pout. 

he pulls off of ochako instantly and she gasps. “sorry cheeks, my girl needs me.” 

“nooo.” you furrow your brows. “why don’t we just.. she can ride your face while i ride you?” your hand slips between ochako’s legs again so you can keep her on edge. “please? an’ i can kiss her again. katsuki please?” 

his brain catches up again and he’s standing and tugging off his clothes. he pushes the table back and lays back on the ground so the both of you can do whatever you want. you squeal and jump up, pulling ochako up with you. she sways and then starts taking your clothes off and leaving kisses all over your body. when she kisses your lips, she slips a hand between your thighs, feeling just how wet you are. 

“fuck.” he props himself up on his elbows. “c’mon, use me.” 

you both pull apart and turn to him, your eyes immediately finding his leaky cock. the two of you sink to your knees next to him and ochako helps you straddle katsuki’s waist, reaching down to line him up with your sopping pussy. 

“oi!” katsuki springs up when he feels her hands on him. “shit.” he groans when you sink down and toss your head back, katsuki falling back against the floor as your gummy walls suck him in. “c’mon cheeks.” he pats her waist and she scoots over next to his head. 

she straddles his face and he tugs her back down onto his mouth, wasting no time in shoving his tongue in her. you lean forward, hand hand braced on katsuki’s abs and the other on ochako’s waist as you take her lips. you start to ride him, whining into her mouth at the stretch of him and the way it feels to grind against him. ochako rolls her hips on his mouth and you can feel his muscles ripple beneath you. 

“i- hah!” ochako pulls back. “i’m- he’s so- fuck! cumming!” she soaks katsuki’s face and his fingers dig into her hips, keeping her firmly planted. 

one of her hands kneads into your chest, fingers rolling your nipple while the other slides down and finds your clit. katsuki groans into her when you clench around him, crying out both of their names as you hump against him faster. katsuki sucks her clit into his mouth and she pinches your nipple, moaning loudly as he starts to flick his tongue. 

she presses her lips back to yours as the both of you hump and grind against katsuki, getting lost in each other while you use him for pleasure. she’s rubbing your clit faster, panting into your mouth as you stare at her, tummy twisting with pleasure. 

“gonna cum.” you whine. 

“yeah?” she pinches your clit and you’re done for. 

you fall apart around katsuki and feel him fill you a second later, as he groans into ochako she tips over the edge again. the two of you stop moving, panting softly until you remember katsuki underneath you and slowly lift off. he’s panting and staring up at the ceiling, eyes completely glazed over. 

“thanks for the ride, bakugo.” ochako pats his chest. 

“yeah.” he nods. 

“told you he was sweet, chako.” you lean over and kiss her again.

[bfbkg]

Virgin bkg who’s so painfully stupid but acts so arrogant. And when it’s getting heated and you’re making out and want to see his dick… he gets all shy and embarrassed because he doesn’t know if it looks normal or as good as the other ones you’ve seen. When you ask what’s wrong he tells you it’s curved and you think it’s like BENT then he lets you see and it’s the prettiest most orgasm inducing upward curve you’ve ever seen on a dick.

bakugou katsuki knows why he is a virgin. it’s pretty simple really despite the fact he is surrounded by beautiful women often. socialites, the new buzzing influencers, actors and pro heroes like.

it’s because he’s obsessed with his job. always has been. since he was a child who was dreaming of becoming a hero, to his teenage years fighting wars to now in his early twenties, working towards becoming number one.

women and mostly importantly, getting his dick wet, has never been number one on his list of priorities. sure he’d go to film premiers for that hero franchise he loves, occasionally a gorgeous woman would talk to him.

but the thing about growing up uninterested in sex and the only women around him being his friends that share the same heroic goals… well bakugou has never been very good at flirting. which again, was mostly okay since he would just walk away when a woman was about to talk to him.

until he met you that is. the first woman to make him dream of more, that made him unable to get through a shower without tugging one out to the thought of you. that during patrols, he’d think about texting you. what are you up to? where are you? when the hell can he kiss you next?

anyone is experienced compared to bakugou. he’s kissed a girl once in his third year of ua. he’s made out with two in his early twenties.

but now at twenty six this is first time having a woman in his apartment, on his bed, on his lap. he feels like a rabid animal. unsure where to put his hands with the desperate need to touch everywhere so he leaves them on the globes of your ass, squeezing every few seconds when all the feelings inside of him gets intense.

he knows he’s flushed red. he knows his dick is hard and you can feel it through your leggings. but you’re so perfect, leading the moment, letting him react however the hell he wants.

bakugou releases a loud moan when you stick your tongue down his throat, breasts pressed against his chest like you want to live in his skin. he’s never felt a woman like this before, he feels as if the word virgin is in capital letters printed onto his forehead.

he hasn’t told you directly he is but he thinks you know.

“you’re so… fuck. this is so fucked up,” he breathes into your mouth and your fingers rake up into the hair on his nape.

your grin makes his heart skip a beat, falter slightly and he swears he gets winded.

you’re out of breath, chest heaving and your pussy is a centimetre away from sitting on his cock.

“why’s it fucked up? you okay?” you brush your nose against his softly, smoothing out his eyebrow with your thumb. “you look hot, do you want to take your top off?”

you’re being so sweet to him and he appreciates it, he does. but as soon as he knows what he’s doing he’s gonna treat you right. properly.

for now, he’s just worried he doesn’t have what it takes.

“oh, err, fuck. sorry, yeah i will,” he mumbles to you, yanking off his white tee from the neckline.

bakugou enjoys how your eyes glow, scanning his half naked body like it’s something you can eat. your hands immediately flatten against his chest. down his toned abdomen. up to his fat squishy pectorals. he’s never had someone touch him like this. he couldn’t be harder.

“you don’t have to apologise, you know. this is new for us both.”

“you’re not the fuckin’ virgin here.” he bites, “i’ve never even had a woman in my room.”

he can tell you like that idea. you inch closer to him on his lap, your hands are back on his shoulders. you brush your lips over his.

“i don’t know how. look at you.”

and you’re back to making out with him. slower this time. tasting all the flavour from his tongue.

you softly bite down on his bottom lip and like a ring of the doorbell, bakugou opens up to let you in. it’s wet peck after wet peck, tilting your head to taste more of him. he’s eager, too eager ducking closer to you, as to not waste any time with your lips off his. you can only think that if he kisses with this much passion, you’re dying to know how he’d fuck.

bakugou tightly grips your ass and without meaning to, he shoves you directly onto his cock.

you mewl like a cat, hips grinding down onto him like you can’t help it. “you feel so good, ‘tsuki.”

you feel good because of him. him.

your tongue sneaks into his mouth, twirls and brushes against his. he learns quickly, you’ll give him that. his tongue dances against yours, licking up everything you offer. you feel his body vibrate, his dick twitch. you begin sucking on his tongue and that’s when he releases a harsh grunt. you’re soaked.

“let me see it.” you palm his cock through his shorts, “let me see.”

bakugou opens his eyes, pulls away from your mouth for a moment.

“i… fuck.” he’s back to mumbling. then stupidly, he looks down at the lump in his fabric.

“you… you don’t have to?” you offer, unsure about his wide eyes, “we can keep kissing?”

“it’s just that… it’s just….,” bakugou looks up to the ceiling.

he’d love for you to touch him, do anything to him but nobodies seen his dick before. sure he’s seen some porn videos and he’s never seen a dick like his in them. he’s googled and nothing said there’s anything particularly wrong about his.

but what if you find it weird, what if it puts you off him completely?

“talk to me, baby,” you push, laying a kiss on his jaw. then making a line down his neck. “wanna make you feel good.”

he’d like that.

“listen. seriously.”

you pull off him at that, sitting up on his lap, your hands at his waist. he is stupidly gorgeous. puffy pink lips because of you. his long straight eyelashes. his beautiful cheekbones and that eyebrow slit.

“i’m listening. tell me anything.” you soften your tone, trying to get the horny out your eyes. your tits are basically spilling out your vest top and you don’t miss bakugou’s pupils darting to from them every few seconds.

“i think…. i…”

you don’t speak.

katsuki takes a deep breath. he almost shouts without meaning to. “nobody has seen my dick before but me. right?”

you nod with a frown, unsure where this is going. “okay. nothing’s wrong with that.”

bakugou winces. he isn’t built for this. he’s always been attractive physically. his body works better than the average. can run at speed, stealthy, built for hero work. his quirk is best of the best and is only getting stronger by the day. but using it for sex? that’s something he’s got no clue about.

“it might not be normal lookin’? like it works fine, i’ve never had any problems with it? but it might be odd for you.”

you’re immediately imagining the worst. it’s not small. you felt it a second ago between your legs. heck, you’ve seen it when he walks around in those stupid grey joggers. oddly coloured, oddly shaped? is it too big?

“what’s wrong?” you tilt your head.

his whole face is flushed. a beautiful pink to the apples of his cheeks. you would kiss them if he wasn’t so serious right now.

he closes his eyes, leans his head back on his headboard. his hands stay on your thighs. you tap his chest.

“c’mon tell me.”

he exhales sharply.

“my dick is fuckin’ curved. to the left. i don’t know why.” he blurts, embarrassment written all over him, “it’s always been like that.”

for him to be this stressed about it, it must be abnormal. is it like a hook? you’ve seen one like that on one of those medical reality shows. would it be able to go inside if you? you so badly want him inside of you.

you shrug. you can’t imagine anything about this man being less than perfect. “it can’t be that bad, baby.”

you rub his chest soothingly but his face doesn’t soothe you one bit.

“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i brought you here and we’re goin’ so well and—,”

“let me see. let me see your dick, c’mon,” you smile softly.

you sink your hand to touch his crotch again.

“you sure? i don’t want you to be put off me like i’m a freak—,”

“katsuki. come on.”

it’s in slow motion. your mouth immediately start salivating, his hands grip the elastic waistband of his shorts. he pulls them down in one go with his underwear.

“oh katsuki. baby…. honey.”

this man has nothing to worry about. bakugou katsuki has on him, a cock that can rival your favourite dildos. it curves to the left, a smooth pleasing curve that you already know will hit your softest spots. you swallow your spit, your hands inching up his thighs. it’s darker at the base, twitching under your attention with two round balls (one a little larger than the other) at the bottom.

he is hefty. heavy. thick like a tree trunk with veins darting up the sides. you imagine the weight of it in your mouth. the deep pinkish purplish head on your tongue. most of all, you imagine it curved inside, pushing a sweet orgasm out of you.

of course, this big idiot didn’t know what he had on him. part of you wants to lie, never let him know how good he has it so he doesn’t go around sharing his goods. but you need to, it’s written all over your face.

“you must be joking, katsuki,” you hum, delighted. you run your finger down his shaft.

his hips jolt, eyes lazing slightly from your attention. he’s so hard it’s getting painful.

“what? what? spit it out.”

“you need to fuck me. doesn’t have to be now but someday. you have to.” you whine, “you don’t get it at all.”

“what? it’s not a problem? this okay with you?” he stutters, unable to keep a steady head as you sink down the bed to rest your chest on his legs. now you’ve got your face right in front of his dick, as if you’re measuring the curve by degrees.

you want to lick him.

“you’ve got a pornstar dick. a dick they base dildos off of,” you breathe. the look in your eye is wild, untamed. “you’d feel amazing. even if you don’t know how to use it. you need let me bounce on it.”

bakugou blinks down at you. he doesn’t quite believe what he’s hearing, fuck, he doesn’t know what to do about you. not one bit did he think you’d even have this reaction.

“w-what… i know how to use my own dick.” is all he can manage but you shake your head.

you flick your eyes up to him, “we’re gonna learn together, okay? can i… can i…” you flatten your tongue against his shaft and give him one lick up.

bakugou’s sure he’s about to come any second now.

“y-yes but be fuckin’ careful. i don’t wanna nut on your face.”