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a/n: i was stoned when i wrote this and im ovulating. genuinely need this or kirishima prone boning & not able to shut his cute mouth <333 if this sucks im so sorry lol

laid out on your bed, body boneless from the three orgasms you’ve already had, a thin layer of sweat on both of you, wet sticky sounds coming from where the two of you meet. legs spread wide with hitoshi’s thick muscled body in between, a nice slender sleeper build with big biceps and a deep v line, beautiful fair skin, soft big lavender eyes with delicate faint dark circles that just tell you he’s a hardworking man who deserves a good time. a gorgeous smirk and even though it’s rare his smile is perfect too, sharp k9’s and white with a soft pink tongue. the same same tongue that’s already blown your mind and just when you think it can’t get much better he softly manhandles you into position.

this way too lewd and intimate for your first time having sex but feels so fucking good you wouldn’t dare tell him to stop after all his teasing and toying with you for the past hour, you need to feel him inside, after giving him the head of this life you knew you had to feel that thick weighty cock he has. he pulls his hips back, letting himself slide out, gripping it with his fingers and using his thumb to pin his head against your clit so he can start to rub your sticky cum against it, rubbing his head over your pussy lightly tapping it, which is when hitoshi pushes his hips forward to lay his cock ontop of your lower abdomen & mound. his face almost crumbles in absolute pleasured disbelief, it was gonna be a tight fit no matter what, but for hitoshi’s perfect plan to fuck you good enough to keep you coming back he needed to know just how far his cock was gonna go so he didn’t hurt you, he’s already gotten you nice and softened up, check all the boxes. back rubbed?, check. long hot handsy makeout session with lots of compliments in between kisses? check. lots of attention to your body parts and a nice gentle nipple play? check. ate your sweet pussy and made you cum three times? check. he’s got you right where he wants you, cute, blushing, naked, and so so so wet.

“hmm, such a beautiful pussy”, his voice is always so calming and deep a slight rasp to it from teetering on the edge of cumming, adjusting his big hands that were gripping your thigh close to his chest, he leans forward to lick at your nipple and kiss your lips before deciding he just can’t wait anymore, slowly sliding into your soft walls and groaning out loud he kisses your calf where it rests on his shoulder, before sliding his hips forward to nestle deep into your gspot both of you making your own noises of approval, “play with your tits baby, i wanna watch” he’d almost whimper to you, caressing your leg up & down before running his hand along your lower tummy, rubbing his slender fingers below your navel and finally taking his thumb and rubbing pressured circles into your clit, before repeating that nice slow deep pace, every time nudging your gspot just the right way, letting your hands start to rub your nipples and putting on a small show to impress your new lover.

encouraging shinsou’s hips to pick up a firm pace that has your knees coming together and walls gripping him tight, your toes start to curl in and that band in your lower belly snaps, feeling that euphoric feeling taking over while hitoshi’s hips never faulter with that pace making your moans pour out and shinsou just can’t hold it anymore your so soft and so beautiful and he’s already lasted a good amount of time and has definitely worked double time to impress you, and he just needs to cum. “toshi, you feel so good” with a loud grunt he pushes both of your knees to the mattress “oh fuck this is so good; you’re so fucking good baby, such a pretty girl getting her brains fucked out” you just can’t help but melt for him again leaning forward to kiss him with your tongue and he accepts quickly, moaning into his mouth and the room is echoing with the sound of steady full wet pumps, your nails dig into those perfect biceps and and you cum hard squeezing around him and moaning his name and he pulls himself out jerks himself a quick two pumps before he’s cumming on your lower belly and cute mound and the sight almost wills his dick back to life but he’s given you everything he’s got for atleast an hour.

you sit up on your elbows and giggle at his mess which makes him raise his eyebrow but chuckle too. he leans forwards to kiss your lips, gentle sliding his tongue against yours in little rolls, turning into just lip locking, which then turns to sweet pecks and finally he peppers your face with kisses, then your neck, shoulder, chest, stomach, and before collapsing his body on top of yours to rest on your chest, one of his large hands holding your breast. he sighs deeply content and happy to be in bed with a beautiful woman after having mind numbing good sex and connection, this is the best night shinso’s had in awhile he just hopes he gets to see you again.

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hi gorgeous human ur writing has me addicted so i have a nasty idea for u to write <33333 what’s ur take on jealous kiri? he’s obvious mr sweet guy but cmon tell me he wouldn’t get you back for being flirted with 😭 like bakugo is sick of listening to kiri complain about his fling with you so he just flirts with you directly in front of kiri LOL

omg heyy gorgeous! this idea is scrumptious, ty for allowing me to indulge in this. ngl this is a bit long, I got lost in the sauce. kiri's kinda mean in this and reader is a bit of a flirt OOPS!

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Kirishima is not the type of guy to make a scene when he's jealous, unless you're genuinely in an unsafe situation. He cares deeply about you, even if you guys aren't official yet. For the past month he's been talking Bakugou's ear off about you, telling him how perfect and pretty you are, how you always smell so good, how you make him feel so strong and manly. Fretting over his hair (you know he does this), making sure he looks his best when he knows you'll be at a function; he can't stop thinking about you. Which, unfortunately, means that Bakugou can't stop hearing about you, and he's sick of it. He can't figure out why Eijirou hasn't manned the hell up and asked you out already. So, he hatches a plan.

The next time you all see each other is at a party at Mina's house. When you arrive (fashionably late), the party is raging. Like the good host she is, Mina greets you at the door, giving you a moment to get a lay of the land. Denki and Sero are arguing with each other over beer pong, Ochako and Hagakure are giggling away on the couch, Jirou is in the corner of the living room, no doubt adding music to the queue, and Bakugou and Kirishima are in the kitchen, observing Denki and Sero's argument like exasperated parents. Mina drags you into the kitchen, eager to get a drink in your hand. You follow behind her, laughing at yourself when you almost trip over your heels. While Mina busies herself making you a drink, you saunter over to your favorite redhead and his brooding friend.

"Hey boys!" You chirp, taking a seat on the counter right in between the two burly men. You knew exactly what you were doing. Your mini skirt rode up your thighs, damn near showing your panties. "How's the party going?"

Bakugou answers before Kirishima gets the chance, eyeing you up and down as he does. "Better now." He smirks, nudging you with his elbow. He knows he's acting out of character, but he also knows Kirishima, and that this plan will work.

Kirishima frowns at this. What's Bakugou's deal? He's been talking about you for a month now, has his best friend really not picked up on the fact that he likes you.

You laugh, brushing Bakugou's comment off. You were here for Kirishima's attention, definitely not Katsuki's. "Kiri, how's your night going?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, it's good. I'm glad you were able to make it! You look good." Kirishima stammers a bit, clearly shaken by Bakugou's comment.

"Damn right she does. Who're you all dressed up for, huh?" Bakugou interjects, internally cringing at himself. God, this better fucking work. "All dolled up, and for who?"

Flippantly, you shrug your shoulders. You and Kirishima have a fling, sure, but he hasn't made it official. Who says you can't indulge in some harmless flirting? "Happy to hear the outfit is doing its job." You hum non-commitally, squeezing Bakugou's bicep.

Kirishima watches this interaction with narrowed eyes, wondering what exactly the two of you are playing at. He places a hand on your thigh and lightly squeezes, bringing your attention back to him.

"Hey, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something later? It's kind of imp—" He's cut off by Mina barging in with your drink and pulling you off the counter to lead you into the living room.

You spend the rest of the night mostly with Mina and the other girls, talking about who's hooking up with who and who would be cute together. In a hushed tone, you tell the other girls about Bakugou's flirting, eliciting a chorus of, "Girl, what the hell?". You giggle as you tell them how you flirted back, and Kirishima squeezing your thigh. "Oh yeah, I think he mentioned something about wanting to talk to me tonight? Maybe he'll finally ask me out." You roll your eyes. "It's not like I've been waiting for a month or anything like that."

As the night winds down, you find yourself in Kirishima's lap on the couch, with his hand placed protectively on your waist, and his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. "Wanna tell me what that was about earlier?" His voice is gravelly, even when it's just above a whisper, and it sends shivers up your spine.

"Mm, I dunno what you're talking about." You hum, knowing damn well what he's talking about.

"You sure about that, pretty girl?" He squeezes your waist, giving you one more chance to answer correctly. You simply nod, enjoying the teasing game you're playing.

"Not a clue."

Kirishima nods and stands, nearly dumping you off his lap. You would've fallen had it not been for his arm around your waist holding you up. "I'm gonna take this one home!" He announces, already pulling you towards the door. "Have a good night, guys!"

You call out goodbyes to your friends, who are booing Kirishima for taking you away from the party early.

"They're definitely fucking tonight." Jirou states with a definitive nod.

When you are finally seated in the passenger side of Kirishima's, you know you're in deep shit. And you can't wait to see what happens next. The drive to your apartment is silent, and you take the time to watch Kirishima's face, taking in all the little details. How his brows are set in a deep furrow, how tightly his jaw is clenched, and the uncharacteristic frown that is etched over his lips. You think you even see a vein bulging in his neck. It seems like it's been ages when Kirishima finally pulls up to your apartment. Before you can even comprehend it, Kirishima is pulling you out of your seat and hoisting you into his arms in a bridal carry. You fish your keys out of your purse while Kirishima carries you up to your apartment.

Once inside, Kirishima marches straight to your bedroom and plops you down on your bed. "You think it's funny, flirting with Bakugou right in front of me?" He asks as he carefully pulls your heels off your feet. You shake your head no. "Wanna tell me why you were flirting with him, pretty?" His words are clipped, and his voice rumbles deep in his chest.

"Didn't know flirting wasn't allowed." You bite back, clearly annoyed with how long it has taken him to ask you out. Kirishima chuckles as he crawls over you, caging you in with his arms.

"I think you wanted to make me jealous." He nips at your neck, pulling whines from your lips. "Flirting with Katsuki, touching him, and yet you still end up in my arms at the end of the night." He chuckles. "C'mon baby, tell me I'm right." His hand slips under your skirt, his knuckles pressing against your clit. You whine in response, still not ready to give up your game.

"Still wanna play dumb, hm? That's alright, I can be patient. Just know, you're not getting what you want til' you tell me the truth." Kirishima places a chaste kiss to your cheek, and you know you're in for a delightfully long night.

i'm not quiteee sure how i feel abt this one but i would love to expand on it...

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hi sorry lowkey just stalked your page but omg you have so many delicious ideas

<3 i swear they come to me when im in a stoned daze LOL <333

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i wanna eat logan from off campus he’s the yummiest one??

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wolf cut hitoshi shinsou >>>>>>>

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pt. 1: here pt. 3: here

save me a spot | bakugo, k. + midoriya, i.

ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, switch!katsuki, (lowkey power bottom katsuki but that’s just because izuku thinks he’s cute and let’s him do whatever), sub!fem!afab!(a little bratty)reader, softdom!izuku, i’m going to test just how bad you want 2 boyfriends that are boyfriends w/each other (not necessarily reader orientated relationship), college!au, a bit of katsuki leaning pov, hurt/comfort (i’m pretty sure), angst (i’m pretty sure), katsuki jerks off twice, pinv, anal (mlm), dacryphilia, jealousy

ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: ~5.7k words for bisexual men ain't no way… anyways, i’m glad everyone liked pt. 1! i hope pt. 2 is just as good >_< i’m worried it’s not the direction people were expecting but who is holding the pen?! let me know if i missed any warnings

ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n #2: this is a reblog from my old account

ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: a week has gone by of not talking to your best friend, (situtationship) katsuki, after finding out he fucked your shared rival, izuku, (you also fucked izuku), and the two of you have an argument at a party. oh, and you bump into izuku.

bang bang bang!

“jesus fuck— ” katuski groans to himself, the fisting of his cock interrupted by his roommate's knocking at his bedroom door. hastily, he pulls up his sweats, tossing his phone onto his bed as he gets up from it. the image of you, naked and ruined on izuku's bedsheets, glows on the screen, illuminating the dark room.

“what?” he grits out, knuckles white from his grip on the doorknob, the annoyance obvious in his glare.

“smells sweet in there,” eijirou comments dryly.

“you got something to fucking say or what?”

a stifled laugh. “there’s a party at denki’s frat tonight.”

“and i care because…?”

“‘cause you need pussy, bro.”

katsuki exhales sharply through his nose at that. “i get it.”

the redhead shrugs. “i haven’t seen it come around in a while.”

“she’s busy,” your best friend says defensively, fully aware of who he’s referring to, the words fooling barely even himself. “why are you in my damn business for?”

“it’s called caring about the well-being of your friends,” ejiriou explains with a cloyful smile. “you’ve just seemed… tense this week, that’s all. i’m thinking that getting some might change that.”

more or less, he was right.

yet, the blond scoffs. “bullshit. sounds like you just need a dd.”

“maybe,” ejirou shrugs, not denying the accusation. “but seriously— all you do is work out, school, your internship — there’s more to life than that, man.”

“and the ‘more,’ is pussy?”

“what else?”

katuski grunts. “i’ll think about it.”

“after you finish cranking your shit?”

“fucker— you want me to come or what?”

“oh you’ll be coming, alright.”

with the clench of his jaw, katsuki promptly slams the door on eijirou, whose cackles go unappreciated. he settles back on his bed, picking up his phone as he does so. thanks to his wonderful roommate, he was soft now, and he wasn’t getting back into the mood any time soon, even as he looked over the picture of you that izuku had sent him.

in the first place, he wasn’t really one to masteurbate. it was just that, one wandering thought led to another and before he knew it, he found himself with his hand down his pants and the photo pulled up. in his defense, it was a pretty good one. in it, your body was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, your hair was messy, makeup smeared, all with a creampie spilling out you— it was a sight that he was familiar with. yet, you were in a room that wasn’t his. instead, you were in izuku’s apartment bedroom, a place katsuki knew better than he’d ever like to admit. being left to only imagine how things had unfolded in there made katsuki’s mind spiral into a mix of jealousy and desire. it didn’t help that you’d been avoiding him these past few days.

you flaked on sunday. knowing you, you probably got embarrassed over the idea of a hook up. he recalls a rant you had where you described the silent drive to a man’s house for sex as one of the most dreadful things ever. furthermore, it wouldn’t have just been any man, but two, with one of them being midoriya izuku, who you’ve hated for years. but maybe it was more than that.

maybe you were pissed off at katsuki. you hadn’t been answering his calls. your texts back to him were the same three recycled excuses: “on patrol” “studying :(” “tired” — but it’s not like he didn’t get it. if your best friend fucked your shared rival and didn’t tell you, you’d be pissed to say the least. well, you did do that but he did it first.

after a contemplative shower, scarred knuckles rasp against the doorframe of eijiriou’s bedroom, a sound the redhead immediately perked up at.

“we going or what?” katsuki asks, expectantly. eijiriou lets out a whoop, his hands gripping onto katsuki’s shoulders in camaraderie as they make their way out of their house.

throughout the drive to the frat house, katsuki was unusually stiff behind the wheel. eijirou, hanta, and mina, the latter two who were picked up along the way, chatted amongst themselves, creating background noise for his thoughts. it wasn't until mina mentioned your name that he actually tuned into the conversation.

“she’s going?” he questions, one eyebrow raised.

“yeah, with momo and some other girls. they’re gonna meet us at the door so you guys don’t have to pay full price. you didn’t know?” asks mina.

hanta, with that lazy smile of his, snickers. “katsuki and his girl haven’t been talking.”

“she’s not ‘my girl,” katsuki deflects, gruff and sharp. “she’s been busy.”

“too busy to text you that’s she coming out tonight? man, these girls ain’t shit,” hanta laughs, already preparing for the smack against his arm from mina.

katsuki attempted to act unbothered by hanta's teasing, yet one could easily tell by his grip on the steering wheel that he was peeved, to say the least. in an effort to console his friend, eijirou patted katsuki’s shoulder, only for it to be promptly shrugged off.

by the time the four of them had finally pulled up to the party, katsuki more or less had mentally prepared himself to see you. hands in his pockets, he trailed a few steps behind mina, eijirou, and hanta as they made their way to denki's frat house. eventually, they caught up with you and momo amongst the group of girls she had organized in order to take advantage of the frat’s gender ratio discount.

with a brush of his arm against your shoulder, katsuki caught your attention. “hey,” he spoke softly, as he always did with you.

“hi,” you murmured.

“didn’t think you like coming to these things.”

you shrug, the gesture a little sheepish, your gaze avoiding his. “momo begged me.”

“hm,” was all he replied, the simplicity of it making you bite the inside of your cheek. as you reached for your wallet to pay the $5 entry fee, he quickly waved you off, already pulling out his own money.

“i got it,” he assures, eyes briefly meeting yours.

once inside, the people the two of you came with separately, began to disperse. you tried to slip away with momo, but his hand shot out to yours, gentle in its grasp.

“hey, wait— can we talk?”

the question hung in the air. “now?” you asked back, a hint of avoidance in your voice that he didn't sit well with him.

“yes, now. you’ve been avoiding me all week.” unlike you, who tended to shy away from confrontation, katsuki had no trouble with facing it head-on. you were like puzzle pieces in that way, sometimes making up for what the other lacked.

upon seeing your (hesitant) nod, katsuki swiftly dragged you through the crowd of partygoers, making his way to the patio in the backyard. the two of you settled on an outdoor sofa, but not without keeping a rather awkward distance — one that was much too far apart for two people who had seen the other naked multiple times throughout their life; from shared childhood baths to more intimate moments as adults, there was a comfortability your relationship demanded, yet it was nowhere to be seen tonight.

and despite his initial urgency to speak to you, once the moment was here, it was actually pretty quiet. at least for a while. your eyes drifted towards the shoes you picked out for tonight, finding them the most interesting thing ever as you waited for him to break the silence.

“are you mad?” he finally asks, his voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it before, yet the sound of it slices through the air.

mad? is that the right word for it? mad about what, exactly? mad that katsuki has liked izuku all this time? being mad about that would mean you’d have to face your own feelings for him, wouldn’t it? or were you mad that izuku went to katsuki first? that seemed a bit closer to the truth— you’ve always hated being second choice. so, maybe that was it: you were mad about being left out. but then, what did either of these men owe you? you and katsuki have always been close, sure, but it’s not like you were ever together. and with izuku, you hadn’t even spoken to him for years, not after everything that you did to him.

you sigh, eyes distant, and lost in thought. “i don’t know what i am.”

another moment of silence passes. you speak up this time, breaking it with a question that tumbles out of you.

“when were you gonna tell me?”

“never,” katsuki answers honestly, head turning to the side away from you.

“seriously?”

“would you have?” he shoots back, your following lack of a response speaking for itself.

while his honesty should make it hard to be angry, for some reason, it cuts you deep instead. he really wouldn't have told you? he was fine keeping a secret like that? from you? didn't... whatever it was between you two mean anything? didn't you mean anything? you push yourself up from your seat, the weight in the air pressing down too heavily to remain sitting. a bitterness settles in your jaw as you realize you can’t face any possible truths waiting for you tonight.

“where are you going?” he asks, trying to understand the look on your face.

“i don’t know.” you lie, simply making an excuse. “i heard todoroki senpai was going to be here. i was thinking of talking to him.”

“senpai?” he repeats, confused as he assumes you’re talking about shoto for a second. then, he realizes you’re talking about touya, who you had a little crush on for years. “what? no, hey, we’re talking here.”

“we can talk another time,” you say dismissively.

“but we’re talking right now— hey!” he calls after you, exasperated as you march across the backyard towards the door.

“what’s there to talk about?” you scoff, throwing up your hands. although you try to feign indifference, your hurt wouldn’t go unmissed by him. "you said you weren’t ever gonna tell me — because it doesn't matter — so, that’s that. you fucked him, i fucked him. we're good.”

katsuki says nothing for a moment, taken aback by your words. as he watches you walk away, he make sure to blurt out that, “the only todoroki you should be talking to is that split-dye motherfucker, by the way!”

when you don’t respond to him, his leg bounces impatiently before he lets out a groan of frustration and follows you back inside.

weaving hrough the crowd, to any onlookers, the sight of katsuki close behind made it seem like the two of you were having a lover’s quarrel, an irony that was not lost upon you. you bump into people without meaning to, murmuring apologies, while katsuki keeps pressing the subject.

“how do you even expect me to bring something up like that?”

“kacchan, just quit it, it’s okay— ”

“no, seriously,” he cuts you off, “why exactly do i owe you that information?”

“why do you owe me?” you ask, almost caught off guard by how fast your own head whips around to glare up at him. “you have some— ! ugh…!” the words die on your tongue as your heart can’t yet bring yourself to address the nature of your relationship. you turn back and keep walking, now in the kitchen, intending to get a drink.

“no, say it— you’ve been ignoring me all week so it must be fucking important to you — why does it matter who i fuck when you go around doing whatever?”

“it matters because it was him,” you spit out like venom.

with your head turned around again to look back at katsuki, you weren't paying attention to where you’re going— and your face slams into the, admittedly, broad muscular back of a man.

“oh my gosh, i'm so sorry—” you begin, the splash of his spilled cold drink startling you both.

“haha, it's okay—"

“ugh, katsuki, see what you made me do?”

“me? you don't know how to use your own fucking legs anymore?”

on autopilot, you grab a handful of paper towels from the counter, moving quickly to stop the spill from soaking into both your clothes and the stranger’s. as you dab away at his shirt, the sound of his initial good-natured laugh during the collision slowly registers in your mind, and before you even look up, you already know who you bumped into. for izuku, the realization comes at the mention of katsuki’s name — which also gave a good idea of who’d not be too far behind. katsuki, of course, had been too focused on you to notice at first, but he reaches the same conclusion soon enough.

upon seeing the scene of you and katsuki bickering, izuku lets out a small chuckle. “funny seeing you two here…”

“oh, jesus fucking christ,” katsuki mutters, already over it, taking soggy paper towels from your hands to help toss them out.

“he’s not in a good mood, is he?” izuku asks, laughing some more.

“he’s never in a good mood,” you scoff, taking a jab at the blond through alluding to public misconceptions.

misconceptions from his youth — mind you — that only serve to piss the hell out of him till this very day. still, he can’t help but bite. “yeah?" he questions your audacity, “who’s fault is that?”

you roll your eyes. denki, overhearing the commotion, and ever the responsible fraternity president, quickly guides the three of you into the spare bedroom that acted as storage (and definitely was not for frat hookups…). inside, there was a drawer filled with frat memorabilia — shirts, shorts, sweatpants, and even socks — all in many different sizes. when you found a shirt your size, you attempt to go change, but not without telling katsuki to close the door “if he was going to follow you around,” effectively trapping you all in the room with each other. he plops himself down on the bed, fully intending to continue your prior conversation.

“can you turn around?” you boss him further, your hands thumbing the hem of your shirt.

“nothing i haven’t seen before,” he rolls his eyes, but obliges, raising his hands to cover his vision out of respect.

“well, i don’t want you to see,” you huff, pulling your damp top over your head.

unappreciated laughter slips from the corner of the room. “guess you do pull an attitude with him…” izuku muses quietly, still rummaging for his shirt size.

you glare at him over your shoulder. “can you shut... up... ” your words trailing off as your eyes catch the faded scratch marks running up and down his back— your handiwork. heat rushes to your face, and though he can't see your reaction, upon hearing the sudden silence, katsuki laughs under his breath, already guessing what you’ve seen.

“damn. he really got you whipped," katsuki comments.

“oh," you scowl, "like he didn’t have you first. took you, like what, like a minute to respond to his text?”

the bitterness in your tone does not go unnoticed by him, but as the texted photo flashes through his mind, katsuki stops his retort, going quiet as a blush crept onto his face. “he doesn’t,” he mutters.

izuku simply raises an eyebrow at that, yet he chooses not to say anything. you however, catch his expression out of the corner of your eye, quick to bring him into the argument. “midoriya, what do you think?”

after finally finding a shirt that he liked and would fit well, izuku offers you a shrug before putting it on. “could've fooled me,” he says.

maybe it was just the week he had, but izuku’s words rub katsuki the wrong way. he shoots up to his feet, palms threatening to crackle with heat as frustration and embarrassment flared up inside him. “don't try to make it sound like i'm obsessed with you, you asshole.”

you swiftly try to stand in between them, feeling the obligation to stop things from escalating. all it really ends up doing is getting you caged between the two men.

“well, i didn't say that,” izuku counters, tone calm yet snarky, “i'm just saying... you sort of kept me to yourself for while, while keeping her” — he motions downwards to you — “away from me.”

if it was izuku’s intention to make you jealous, he was doing a good job— his words were prying open the wounds you’d been carefully trying to ignore all week.

“i was protecting her from you,” katsuki snaps, keeping eye level with the other man.

“protecting her? she’s a grown woman; you were just scared that she'd like me more than you,” izuku replies, his gaze steady.

“you are so full of shit—”

"guys," you attempt to chime in.

"do you know how she was in my bed? how desperate she was for me to touch her? be inside her?" izuku asks, leaning just slightly forward, his words deliberate.

katsuki's jaw tenses, fingers twitching like the gathering nitroglycerin in his palms were ready to spark at any moment. “you shut your god damn mout—”

“guys!” you shout, much louder this time, your exhaustion from this lifetime of tangled feelings and emotions finally spilling out. katsuki is first to soften at the sight of your expression, instinctively moving to console you, while izuku stands there hesitantly, feeling like an outsider to you and katsuki's dynamic once more.

before you can even stop them, the tears spill down your cheeks. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry— i’m just so sick of… all of this! i hate this feeling in my chest that i get when i think about you guys without me, or, or when i think about myself only being with kacchan— but then i’m thinking about izu too, and i treat,” — sniffle — “treated you so bad and…”

the words unravel, dissolving into hiccups. shame, jealousy, embarrassment, guilt, and regret all crash down at once, heavy and choking in its grip around your throat. katsuki’s eyes meets izuku’s over your trembling form; a silent exchange passes between them before the former nods towards the bed and they move to sit on the edge with you to help calm you down.

a silence settles over the room. katsuki's rough, calloused hand slides gently through your hair, an unspoken attempt to soothe you. the two of them wait, gathering their thoughts, while giving you the space to breathe and recollect yourself.

after a while has passed, izuku speaks. he exhales, long and weary, carefully considering his words. “i spent a lot of time resenting you guys," he admits, voice low, eyes cast at his fidgeting hands, “it hurt a lot. seeing you two with each other…. being treated like shit for no reason. i wanted to hurt you guys like the way i was hurt. hurting. but… um, ah...”

he pauses, the air trembling with what he can't quite say. “that's not really what i wanted...i...”

as his words falter, your gaze lifts to izuku’s face. the silence hums with the words he’s been too afraid to speak aloud. i just wanted you both. you feel it, though, his unspoken confession, pulsing in the air between all three of you. the realization leaves you dizzy, breath caught somewhere in your throat.

“me too,” you whisper.

you and izuku both turn towards katsuki, waiting — hoping — for him to say the same.

“what?” he asks, blinking, caught off guard by your expectant eyes. “i’m… not good with words.”

if his honesty wasn’t so palpable, it would’ve seemed like an excuse. it was true though— katsuki was always one to show with actions, his presence, his hands. you take a small breath, deciding to bridge the silence. “do you… feel the same…?”

he looks at you, his gaze lingering on your tear-streaked cheeks, before turning away, voice dropping to a rough but quiet murmur. “…yeah.”

the tension that once pressed against your chest eases, and the silence that follows feels different— brimming not with uncertainty, but with something gentler. hopeful.

“what do we do now?” you ask, wondering about your three’s relationship.

“…why don’t we go out for boba tomorrow?” izuku suggests after a pause, a half-smile tugging at his lips.

“are you paying?”

katsuki's question gets him a look. “that’s what you care about?”

“you’re the number one collegiate hero,” katsuki grumbles. “you telling me you don’t have money?”

you smack the back of your hand against katsuki’s chest. “you’re number two— you should have your own money!”

the three of you break into laughter, the sound light and easy, washing away the heaviness that had lingered in the room. for the first time in a long while, things just felt... right.

“we should get out of here,” izuku says at last, standing and stretching.

with a cough, katsuki replies, “give me a minute. i’ll be out.”

as you and izuku start heading towards the door, you pause in your movements, turning back to katsuki with curiosity. izuku, seemingly quicker to put the pieces together, lets out a low and knowing laugh.

confused, you glance at katsuki and notice him trying to hide the obvious tent forming in his jeans. “wh… how?” you ask, eyes squinting in disbelief.

“you were crying,” he mutters bluntly, face becoming pink with embarrassment.

“…what?”

izuku rests his hand lightly on the small of your back, leaning in close as he whispers loudly, all to tease katsuki. “he likes seeing pretty girls cry.”

“fuck off,” katsuki scoffs. “are you guys gonna leave or what?”

“we can’t stay to watch?”

the blond shifts in his seat, already not liking izuku’s scheming. “no.”

“why not?” izuku tilts his head, a sly smile spreading across his face. “we’ve already seen it before.”

“i don’t need a fucking peanut gallery while i’m doing my shit.”

“i’d like to think of us as more of a cheer section. plus she wants to.” izuku's hand subtly motions toward the clench of your thighs. katsuki’s eyes follow without hesitation.

“what? n-no i— ” you start, face flushing, but your protest is cut off as izuku continues speaking.

“you also didn’t even say sorry for how you treated us all these years,” he reminds katsuki with a pout. “don’t you think you could at least show it?”

a quiet, scoffing exhale escapes katsuki, before he fixes his gaze on you, speaking directly. “do you want that?”

the words get stuck in your throat, your head spinning at the suggestion. after a moment of hesitation, you eventually nod.

“tch. fine. just sit over there,” he gestures to the floor in front of him, “and don’t talk. or touch.”

izuku snickers, whispering to you as the two of you sit on the carpeted floor. “see? bossy...”

“the fuck did i say about talking?”

izuku simply hums in response. the two of you watch as katsuki fumbles with his pants, before he eventually takes out his dick. it was long and pretty, with a slight downward curve due to its considerable weight, and a tuft of blond hair framing its base, all with a red angry tip adorning the top of his shaft.

katsuki extends his hand towards you, palm up. “spit,” he instructs you, his voice almost like a sigh. you comply, letting a glob of saliva fall into his waiting palm. with that, he wraps his now slick fingers around his length, beginning to stroke himself.

your breath hitches as you watch each slow pump of katsuki’s hand. in your focus, you nearly jump when you feel izuku’s warm palm come to rest on your thigh, slowly creeping up your skirt. his lips ghost over the shell of your ear as you keep watching katsuki’s movements.

“he’s pretty, huh?” izuku murmurs softly, tracing circles into your skin with his fingers.

“yeah,” you manage to croak out.

a shiver runs up your spine as you feel izuku’s teeth graze against your earlobe, smiling at your response. “y’know, you’re pretty too, when you have that look on your face...”

“the hell you saying to her?” katsuki asks, his curiosity piqued as he can’t quite catch what izuku was whispering to you. his breathing had become a bit more noticeable — unsteady — as he found a rhythm.

izuku’s gaze lazily drifts over to katsuki’s flushed and sweat-dappled form, offering only a nonchalant shrug that would serve to get the other man more worked up. “you said don’t talk to you. you didn’t say we couldn’t talk to each other.”

“you’re doing a lot more than just talking,” katsuki tsks.

“you didn’t say we couldn’t do that either. she seems like she wants to do a lot more than just talking,” izuku instigates, knowing exactly what he’s doing, his other hand now resting on your hip.

katsuki takes the bait, sucking in his teeth at izuku’s provocation. his eyes shift to you, mumbling your name to get your attention. “lift up your shirt,” he tells you, trying to act like it was his own idea.

your breath flutters as your thumbs hook into the hem of your shirt, flipping it up to reveal your lacy bra underneath.

“fuck,” katsuki groans at the sight, continuing to move his hand up and down his shaft. “were you really planning on talking to that todoroki scumbag?”

“no,” you lie, shaking your head.

it doesn’t fool katsuki at all, able to see right through you. his movements slow, frustration clouding his mind. “bullshit. man— get on this damn bed,” he commands.

you found yourself trembling as you rose from the floor, moving to sit on the bed beside katsuki. izuku stood as well, getting up with you, and sitting to left of you— therefore positioning you between the two of them.

“take off your clothes— damn, do i have to spell everything out for you guys?” katsuki asks, exasperated and impatient. you fumble with your clothes, hearing a sound of amusement leave izuku’s lips, as he does the same with his own.

once you were all stripped of your clothes, katsuki drank in the sight of the two of you, eyes roaming hungrily over every curve and contour. he swallowed hard, thinking of how to proceed.

“need help?” izuku speaks up, noticing the other man’s hesitation.

“no, fuck— do i look like a virgin?” katsuki retorts, annoyed. he turns his focus to you, pulling you into his lap, his bare chest against your back.

a laugh escapes izuku. “all i’m saying is that, for the past five minutes, she’s been looking like she wants a kiss and you haven’t even delivered.”

you shiver as katsuki’s hand trails down your stomach, before dipping into the heat between your thighs. “you kiss her then. can kiss her all the damn much you want,” he scoffs, deeming the sight of your pussy fluttering around his teasing fingers as more important.

izuku places a finger under your chin, which directs your attention to his face, distracting you from the plunge of katsuki’s fingers into your entrance. “i just didn’t want to make you mad,” izuku explains to him, tone infuriatingly teasing, not yet talking to you.

“only way you’re gonna make me mad is if you keep doing more talking and less fucking.”

“is that right?”

“yeah. you can do whatever the fuck you want as long as you shut up.”

the smile on izuku's face seems almost carved into it at this point. at last, his gaze locks onto you as his hands come up to cradle your face, and he presses his plush lips against yours. between gentle kisses, he snickers again, whispering against your lips. “you were right— he is mean.”

“kacchan doesn’t kiss,” you explain on his behalf, eyes beginning to gloss over as the kisses become more open-mouthed.

“yeah— he only likes doing that when he’s about to cum, huh?”

“tch."

it's not until your lips begin to bruise that izuku decides to pull away, giving you a chance to breathe. “i notice that you’re a lot nicer though, now that he’s here,” he comments, before trailing kisses down your neck.

“she’s a bitch to me too,” katsuki cuts in, “if that’s what you’re talking about. she’s only playing nice cause she’s getting dick.”

your brow furrow at katuski's words, deciding to be mouthy. “n-not getting much of it…”

“yeah? i was being nice and stretching you out. didn’t know you were an impatient whore," katsuki grumbles, before looking at izuku to boss him around. “go lay down.”

with a soft chuckle, izuku does as katsuki commands, dick flopping against izuku’s abs as he lounged there in wait. katsuki slips his fingers out from you, before leaning off the bed to fish out a condom from his discarded pants on the floor. he throws the wrapper on to izuku's chest, expecting the other man to promptly put it on. after all, katsuki didn’t like cleaning cum out of his own ass.

with raised eyebrow (that goes unappreciated by katsuki), izuku asks, “you cleaned?”

katsuki doesn’t repond to him right away, occupied with motioning for you to move to the side. “yeah.”

once the latex is rolled down izuku's length, you watch as katsuki sinks himself onto izuku, a low groan ripped from his throat as he takes izuku to the hilt.

“sh-shit!— ” izuku bucks involuntarily, biting his lower lip as he is caught off guard by the sudden tight heat engulfing him. “—you did more than just clean…”

katsuki ignores him, turning his head towards you, panting as he wordlessly directs you to position yourself atop izuku. as you straddle the man’s broad chest, izuku’s rough hands instinctively grip your hips to steady you. you then look over your shoulder, watching as katsuki shifts to press himself against your entrance, letting out a gasp — oh — as you feel that familiar stretch within your core.

“jesus ch-christ,” katsuki grunts through clenched teeth, giving himself a moment to adjust to the dual pleasure of being stretched out all the while feeling the velvetiness of your walls. slowly, he begins to rock, taking it upon himself to do the movement for the three of you. with every thrust from katsuki into you, you can feel your clit rub against izuku’s abs, which tears moan after moan from you.

dark green eyes meet yours as izuku has to tilt his head upwards to look at you, a breathless smile playing across his lips as he drinks in the sight of your flushed face contorted in ecstasy.

“damn, that good?” he asks, before taking one of your hanging breasts into his mouth, lapping and sucking at the flesh.

you can’t help but let out an embarrassing sounding squeal at the sensation, one that makes both men chuckle. izuku’s eyes flick up to your face, still expecting an answer to his question. “it’s good…” you struggle to respond. at that, izuku manages to snake his hand around the globes of your ass, in between the space where you and katuski’s bodies meet, in order for his index finger to prod at your asshole. instinctively your pussy clenches, forcing out a hiss from katsuki into your ear.

“you ever put anything in here?” izuku asks, tentatively tracing the rim of your tight ring of muscle.

you shake your head, face flushing at the idea, to which he clicks his tongue, almost disappointed by that information. “that’s too bad,” he mumbles. “think you would like the feeling of both of us at the same time, but we’ll just save that for another day.”

to your surprise, izuku’s hands then guide your hips to push back against katsuki, taking the blond even deeper, and the new angle creates a chain of pleasure: you gasp as katsuki bullies that spongy spot inside you, your walls fluttering and squeezing around him, which makes him grind harder against izuku below, who then bucks sharply upwards, the cycle then repeating. each movement triggers a response that intensifies the pleasure for all three of you, the sounds in the room eventually becoming a cacophony of hedonism.

somehow through your haze, you can hear katsuki whimper against the nape of your neck, muttering, “f-fuck— shit! gonna, fuck… i’m close, baby…” on cue, you turn your head to kiss him, his mouth on yours like he was planning on devouring you whole. it’s sloppy, teeth clashing as he desperately sucks on your tongue— you don’t register izuku’s groan underneath you as he cums at the sight of you two. katsuki, on the other hand, laughs breathlessly against your lips, feeling a sudden warmth inside his walls. he picks up the pace, knowing that izuku will be too sensitive to carry on for much longer. his hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing furious circles, and providing you with the much needed stimulation to finally cum, your release triggering his own.

you slide katsuki out of you and off of izuku, collapsing beside the latter, your thighs twitching from your climax. kastuki mirrors your actions, getting off izuku, thus revealing the bulging used condom sheathing izuku's dick. kastuki does the other man a favor, sliding off the filled rubber, and knotting it securely, before he tosses it onto izuku's heaving chest.

“gross,” katsuki mumbles, as he goes to lay face down in between your breasts. izuku simply lets the balloon stay there, too tired to clean up at the moment. the three of you cling onto each other in a cuddle, sweaty skin sticking to sweaty skin, listening to the party music die down.

but then, the sound of katsuki’s phone ringing cuts through the moment, to which he picks it up with a gruff, “what?”

“katsukiii…” eijirou’s voice slurs on the other end of the phone. “dude… should i get cross faded with this vampire looking chick...?”

in a flurry, you watch as katuski almost trips over himself to find his clothes from the floor and put them back on. “shit, fuck, i told kirishima i’d dd for him— ” once fully clothed, before leaving, he lingers at the door, taking in the sight of the two of you lying tangled on the bed and a softness blooms in his chest as he realizes that he loves you guys. he doesn’t say it out loud. not right now. not yet. instead, he offers an awkward, “bye.”

you and izuku simply roll your eyes at him, knowing how he is. “gross,’ he says,” izuku quotes katsuki’s words as he picks up the filled condom from his chest with a pinch of his fingers and places it on the nearby nightstand. “it's 'gross,’ and he’s swallowed my cum before.” you laugh softly against izuku’s chest at that, a glowy light feeling spreading throughout your body. his hand settles itself on your hip, rubbing it gently as his gaze searches yours. “do you need a ride back to your place tonight?”

“a ride would be nice,” you reply, leaning up to give him a peck on the lips.

he returns it with a smile. “perfect. i can even give you a nice ride when we get there.”

ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: yea i think i will do a small little hc/explanation of how i characterize these guys, both in these fics and in my Mind Palace. also i realize reader doesn’t talk too much during the smut scene and that’s because. i based it off how i’d react #selfindulgent #ishutupduringsex (but also, she just cried and she’s emotionally tired entering the sex)

pt. 1: here pt. 3: here

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hey girl the photos you used for the kiribaku edits are ai

hi, i found them off pinterest!! that makes so much sense tho lol

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𝒉𝒆𝒙'𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑 ♡

trying to get back into writing, so I'm trying different writing styles & i have some dirty drafts that are from inside my mind, i’m not sure anyone would even be interested in or not so i’m gonna post them here with a brief synopsis of the idea & if anything is interesting pls send me a message with which prompt!!! please give me your feedback thanks!!

𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐?

summary: hanta sero has been in love with his best friend since elementary school, though he refuses to admit it for the sake of saving their forever friendship. it isn't until one of his best friends , katsuki bakugo decides to ask y/n out that hanta starts to spiral.

𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆

summary: katsuki always caves for his friends with benefits!y/n even when his bedtime is 9pm.

𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓

summary: early stages dating kirishima where road head comes up & he would never risk your life for temporary fun, his eyes stay on the road. or eijirou makes you talk dirty & play with ur pussy when he’s driving (literally talking you through it).

𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆

summary: all it took was one party, meeting two idiots and a "fuck it" lands you dead in the middle of lots of flirting with two handsome goofballs or hanta and denki get you naked and show you they are good for more than just a laugh and a blunt.

𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔

summary: y/n & katsuki are high school sweethearts, they finished college, and moved into their dream house except things don't always work out, when they can't reach an agreement they decide to split up. the problem? nobody wants to buy their dream house. forcing them to stay together in their new budding professions, navigating life with your ex right there, and y/n starts to see the local town mechanic eijirou kirishima, a guy katsuki recognizes from high school. follow them as they go through untangling their lives after spending so long with them together.

𝒊𝒕’𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕

summary: in the busy life of heroes, a few decide to go on a remote camping, trip to relax. after finally convincing katsuki to tag along, he stumbles upon a big secret. y/n and eijirou are fucking and katsuki is turned on? or katsuki catches you getting finger pounded by eijirou in the woods.

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𝒉𝒆𝒙'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

MDNI. NSFW Ahead.

hex's dirty draft dump .✦ ݁˖

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bodyguard! sero, hanta, kirishima, and katsuki! with sides of bodyguard touya todoroki & kiego takami!

seperation (bakugo x reader) pt2

can I have both? (kirishima x reader x bakugo)

kiri's secret (kirishima x reader)

siuationship katsuki! (katsuki x reader)

husband katsuki loves being a daddy

boyfriend! eijirou

katsuki apologizes

please steal these ideas!

delinquent bakugo becomes a southern boy

fwb! kirishima & y/n have a baby!

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𝒊𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕. 𖥔 ݁ ˖

author's note: this is apart of my dirty draft dump! I'm trying to gauge if this is something people would want me to write or if I should toss the idea! feel free to send a message if this interests you at all & I'll give my best attempt! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

warnings: katsuki x reader, eijirou x reader, threesome, dirty stuff, dirty talk, (will update these as I finish writing)

summary: katsuki’s dick is throbbing uncomfortably hard against his thigh, but he just can’t bring his body to move. he can’t believe the sight. there’s no way he’s this lucky of a man. see bakugo katsuki is greedy. not with money, not with material, -though if he’s honest he definitely doesn’t mind the life of luxury pro hero’s have. but you see he’s greedy with his desires, the ones the burn deep in your stomach that you feel embarrassed to talk about. those desires. and he's a man of both tastes, men and women alike get him going and right now his jaw is dropped slightly and eyebrows furrowed staring at your beautiful body laid on the grass, gorgeous legs spread open and eijirou's big beefy back strained against his white t-shirt from his big thick muscled arms being wrapped around your thighs holding you from wiggling too far away from him, your straps have fallen down exposing your cute tits, and your sweet face was twisted in pleasure your hands trying to grip kirishima's frame in any way to get him to listen to your pleas "eiji, you've gotta stop please, I- ican't do it anymore, pleeeeease eiji!" fuck, your almost literally squealing, whatever eijirou is doing with his mouth is making you crazy, and katsuki feels like a pervert, like he's discovered this dirty thing but it's a beautiful car wreck he can't look away from. and his brain is foggy and body hot from the scene infront of him, his palms are sweating and he feels like he's going to be caught at any second, when kiri's back shifts as he slides two fingers into his mouth before sliding them knuckle deep and using his thumb to rub your clit in deep pressured circles, and katsuki can't help it he lets out a deep groan like fuuuuuuck even kiri's fingers are struggling to fit in that tight small hole.

***all of these images are found on Pinterest I give credits to all original artists***

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𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔. 𖥔 ݁ ˖

author's note: this is apart of my dirty draft dump! I'm trying to gauge if this is something people would want me to write or if I should toss the idea! feel free to send a message if this interests you at all & I'll give my best attempt! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

warnings: katsuki x reader, exes, eijirou x reader, perhaps, katsuki x reader x eijirou, porn with a plot, threesomes, dirty talk, suggestive cheating, angst, professor! katsuki bakugo, mechanic! eijirou kirishima, alternate universe: small town, no quirks (I'll update these as I finish writing them)

summary: katsuki and y/n are high school sweethearts, well- were. they were high school sweethearts, now a year & 1/2 half post break up they are forced to coexist since they built & own their dream house together after post grad school, they now have to go through the process of selling it while still going through daily life together. tho conflicting schedules often lead to not bumping into each other much anyway, yet another painful reminder of exactly how you got here. space had cracked the two of you right down the middle, katsuki was pouring all of his time and energy into the university to secure his tenure as a professor. and you spent your time balancing between work, friends, family, and a dying relationship you believed in all the way to the bitter end. all the way until the painful day you broke up, now a distant memory that still aches but your "normal" with katsuki had been pretty mundane and simple, you maintained healthy boundaries except the sexual one you would cross ever now and again, but who could blame the two of you? being together most of your lives, even losing your virginities to each other, your entire basis for sex was based on katsuki bakugo, your entire view on relationships, no- love was based on katsuki bakugo. so when your car breaks down and you bump into an tall, handsome, red-headed mechanic who you seem to hit it off with, you start to feel like maybe falling in love again wasn't so far away after all....

***all of these images are found on Pinterest I give credits to all original artists***

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𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𖥔 ݁ ˖

author's note: this is apart of my dirty draft dump! I'm trying to gauge if this is something people would want me to write or if I should toss the idea! feel free to send a message if this interests you at all & I'll give my best attempt! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

warnings: denki x reader, hanta x reader, threesomes, dirty talking, all the bad stuff, MDNI,

summary: you decide to put yourself out there and join your friends at this party, where you meet hanta and denki, two smooth talking, funny guys, that wiggle their way into your heart, and your bed. a night of flirting, teasing, and making out ends, and as the sun rises the feeling of two warm, lean bodies, the smell of two different colognes , a blunt, and morning sex.

***all of these images are found on pinterest I give credits to all original artists***

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𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓. 𖥔 ݁ ˖

author's note: this is apart of my dirty draft dump! I'm trying to gauge if this is something people would want me to write or if I should toss the idea! feel free to send a message if this interests you at all & I'll give my best attempt! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

warnings: kirishima x reader, dirty talk, in the car, early relationship, lots of fluff, who knew kiri had a filthy mouth (I'll update these more as we go)

summary: kirishima eijirou is a good driver. a safe driver. he never has entertained the idea of road head, would never. he gets the appeal, the exciting part, the adrenaline, possibly being seen or caught. i mean he’s heard hanta and katsuki talk about it. but still, ever the manliest he refuses every attempt made by girls he’s seen in the past. politely declining, and explaining gently that he just wants to make sure he focuses on the road and those few minutes of pleasure aren’t worth risking a life. but he’s sure as fuck starting to rethink the distracted driver thing because you are something he’s never experienced before. just being in the car with him, your smell, the warmth of your body, your soft voice, making him all horny. it's definitely the honeymoon phase, this is your fifth date and things had been heating up since the third. and though eijirou will not take his eyes off the road but he sure will run his mouth. or eiji makes you play with your pussy so he can listen to you.

***all of these images are found on pinterest I give credits to all original artists***

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after nine. 𖥔 ݁ ˖

author's note: this is apart of my dirty draft dump! I'm trying to gauge if this is something people would want me to write or if I should toss the idea! feel free to send a message if this interests you at all & I'll give my best attempt! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

warnings: bakugo x fem!reader, dirty talk, some nervous crush fluff, y/n is mentioned, lots of explicit descriptions of adult content. MDNI. all the bad stuff, (i'll update these as I finish writing them) ⊹ ࣪ ˖

summary: katsuki bakugou thrives under routine. it's how he got to be the #1 pro hero of Japan after all. food? routine. workout? routine. patrol? routine. he sticks to it, until he meets a cute civilian one day on patrol and he just can't help but ask for your number, which leads to some casual dates that go extremely well, even tho that's all katsuki can give right now anyway with how busy he is, but it's good between you two. solid, feels like he's really working towards a future with you, laying a good foundation and also having really good sex. like mind-blowing good sex, he has no idea how your single, smart, kind, funny, gorgeous, nice figure, the kind of girl he could bring home to ma and pa and know they'd be proud, also a freak in bed. but still, routine is what he sticks too, luckily your easy going and don't mind the early hangouts, but he goes to bed at 9pm every. single. night. but he can’t help it when he gets a "you up" text from his fwb!yn. he should close his eyes, go to sleep to be ready for patrol but he can't help but feel his pulse tick up, are you texting because you want some dick? or maybe even because you miss him? he just can't let that text go.

***all of these images are found on Pinterest I give credits to all original artists***

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author's note: this is apart of my dirty draft dump! I'm trying to gauge if this is something people would want me to write or if I should toss the idea! feel free to send a message if this interests you at all & I'll give my best attempt! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

warnings: minors do not interact. NSFW, hanta and katsuki get freaky for a sec, lots of all the dirty stuff, explicit talk, spanking, suggestive themes, all the bad stuff okay?

summary: hanta sero has been in love with his best friend since elementary school, their neighbors, their moms are best friends and though he refuses to admit his feelings for the sake of saving their forever friendship. it isn't until one of his best friends, katsuki bakugo decides to ask y/n out that hanta starts to spiral. hanta is not going about it very subtle, despite the rest of the friend group not noticing, kat picks up on it right away.

***all of these images are found on Pinterest I give credits to all original artists***

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Mornin' (fem)

pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader × kirishima eijirou | find gender neutral!reader here.

au: team up | if you want context as to how we got here, this is part one

a/n: i'm having trouble getting back into the swing of writing atm, adhd is a bitch. i still have the fau krbk and team up part 2 (formal) in the works but i'm writing this just to hopefully spark the juices?? eta halfway through writing: fml this was supposed to be an imagine!! that's why its present tense

tags: nsfw, top!bakugou, top!kirishima, bottom!fem!reader, oral, fingering, penetrative vaginal sex, implied squirting, use of pussy and cunt

wc: 1,600

One would think that the best part of moving in with two of Japan’s top heroes would be the amenities, right? The bathtub big enough to fit ten plus you, an Alaskan king bed that felt like sleeping on the clouds even smooshed between two hunks of hero man-meat, and views of skylines you’d never imagined you could see. But instead you find yourself cherishing the slow mornings when neither of your boyfriends have work.

Unsurprisingly, as with all things in life, Katsuki Bakugou does not do mornings half-assed. Most of all? Do not fuck with Dynamight’s coffee.

There’s a whole section of the countertop devoted solely to the arts of coffee and tea. Several different types of beans and leaves, a roaster, a grinder, the highest class espresso machine, and a precision electric kettle to dial in perfect temperatures.

The tiles of the kitchen floor are never cold underfoot when you walk out in the morning. Fancy heated floors and whatnot. You rub sleep from your eye with a yawn.

Katsuki stands at the counter, sweatpants riding dangerously low on his hips, back muscles rippling and bare. The scars on his right flank, left shoulder, and spiraling around his right arm stand starkly against his pale skin. Memories of battles long past with Tomura.

“Mornin’,” he grunts softly.

His voice is always deeply growled in the morning, thick and heavy with sleep, words blunted in the softest rays of the sun before honing to their usual sharp wit of day. You mumble back a greeting, not fully aware, planting your face between his shoulder blades to follow up with a protest.

Before Katsuki can tell you to get off, an extremely dense weight blankets your upper half, warm face nuzzling into the side of your neck and shoulder, bulky arms winding around your waist, and a baritone rumbling hum vibrates your ear. Katsuki presses against the counter’s edge and huffs in feigned annoyance.

“Oi, get off her, Shitty Hair. I’m making our morning starters. I can’t do that with both of you glued to my damn back.”

A hefty grunt replies, and you’re dragged over to the couch, where Eijirou flops back and pulls you down onto his chest, where you both promptly fall back asleep.

***

The next thing that pulls you to awareness is the now familiar press of Eijirou’s searing cock against your ass. You hum softly, rolling your hips with interest. He growls into the crook of your neck. Calloused fingers expertly pull your underwear to the side, toying with your clit to get it swollen and you aching for him.

“Damn it we’re gonna waste the fucking— whatever,” Katsuki snarls.

Your underwear disappears. Growling lips wrap around your now throbbing bud. Katsuki laves his tongue over it while applying the perfect amount of suction to make you arch under him. Saliva slick digits nudge at your entrance, and you push your pussy down onto them with a shudder and a sigh.

Your boyfriends work you over expertly. Katsuki’s lips and tongue have your toes curling and eyes fluttering. Each lick and pull coiling the pleasure of your first orgasm taught and working your walls to clamp around Eijirou’s fingers while he massages your g-spot, making your breath hitch.

Katsuki ruts against the couch edge through his sweats, moaning into his mouthful of cunt. The vibrations on your bundle of nerves sends you over, ripping a full moan from your lips as you twitch against his tongue and squeeze around Eijirou’s fingers.

“There you go baby,” Eijirou purrs, the deep tone rumbling through you as the pulses of aftershocks race along your sensitive nerves.

You mumble a soft moan. Sunlight casts brightness into the room. When you look down at Katsuki, whose lips are still wrapped around you, the golden sunlight catches ashen spikes alight in a wispy yet jagged aurora. Long lashes kiss his flush pink cheeks. Eyes closed as he continues to moan while messily working you around oversensitivity towards a second crest.

“Kats, hold on, give her a sec, lemme, lemme in,” Eijirou chides softly, trying to push him off you, the last of his words coming as a whine.

Katsuki growls and crimson eyes glare up from the apex of your thighs. You catch daggers in the crossfire and sink back into Eijirou’s chest to avoid the ire. For his part Ei growls back, a deep rumbling that comes from somewhere primordial within the hero, reminding you that yeah, he probably does have some heteromorph in him somewhere.

And now you’re the toy between two rabid animals.

Eijirou’s fat cock head massages against your thoroughly prepped pussy. You push back, trying to coax it into catching, to get it to sink into you. The ache makes you feel utterly empty, flitting to squeeze around something that hasn’t found its way home yet.

“Please,” you whine softly, back arching and breath catching thickly in your throat.

And finally you are being stretched around Eiji’s girth. Kats’ drool having slid down onto the twitching shaft to mix with your natural wetness, easing the glide further. Katsuki suddenly pushes his face further into your pussy, seeking every bit of you he can devour, and in turn speeds up your descent on the heavy cock splitting you open. His eager press sinks your hips down all the way. You’ve sheathed Eijirou balls deep. Each beat of his thundering heart throbs the monster inside you, every pulse exciting your blissful epicenter of nerves.

You can hardly breathe. Katsuki’s tongue continues its expert acrobatics with the perfect amount of suction around your clit. Eijirou’s throbbing cock is stretching you just right below it. You’re going to come again, it’s building taught, pleasure sparking through everywhere they’re touching you, and your hands scramble for purchase on something, anything, to ground you. One hand finds purchase in an outstretched, scarred palm. The other digs into offered calloused fingers.

Then the world explodes into trillions of electric sparks of pure pleasure. Your eyes roll back until the stars you float among dot the backs of your lids. Ecstasy pulses through the bundle Katsuki continues to work in his mouth and within your depths to milk Eijirou’s soul out through his cock. You hear a deep, primordial growl and feel it reverberate through your chest, before he lifts your hips up, only for Katsuki’s ravenous mouth to spear you back down onto him.

You choke out a scream at the dual, overwhelming pleasure. But you don’t think your boyfriends notice…or maybe care? Because the rhythm continues. Eijirou’s strong hand hauling your hips up and pressing Katsuki’s mouth tighter to your pussy, spongy cock head dragging along your twitching g-spot, only for Katsuki to lurch forward, diving into you, and driving you back down onto Eijirou’s cock.

It’s too much and everything all at once. Sure, they’d double teamed you during and since the sex pollen incident, one performing oral while the other fucks your brains out. But never like this. Never with one of them using their mouth to drive you down onto the cock pounding your insides into pleasure pulp.

You try to gasp out again, to call for a pause, a breather, even as Katsuki’s tongue lashes deftly, perfectly, against you, and Eijirou’s cock delves to depths you truly never knew existed. But full lips and sharp teeth seal over yours, stealing each pant that escapes and drinking it down.

Nirvana borders right on the valley of overstimulation, you discover, but your men command that line like it’s never had any other masters. Never once do you pitch over that edge into the ravine of too much. They’re a perfect machine, working you over with hungry mouth and aching length.

Before you’ve fully recovered from the second, you come a third time, screaming into Eijirou’s mouth. You frantically try and pry Katsuki off of you, you think you’re close to exploding, but you’re driven off by a snarl and his hand pinning yours away. He gives you no choice but to relent and let him drink down your pleasure.

Individual sensations become lost in the overwhelming ocean of bliss they have tossed you into. You’re aware of two more orgasms, you think, before Eijirou is shouting into your lips and driving himself home, pulsing deep with each wave of cum he floods into you. When Katsuki groans into you, gripping your thighs as anchors to weather the storm of soaking his sweats, your final, earth obliterating orgasm blacks out the edges of your vision and fills the rest with the cosmos.

Panting, racing hearts, and slick, sweatiness settles as you all catch your breath, pleasuring lingering as bright as the mid-morning sun now warming your skin.

“You two owe me for wasting perfect coffee,” Katsuki growls into the space between your thighs.

“I’ll make you some when we get untangled, Kats,” Eijirou laughs softly, heating the nape of your neck.

“Gods no, that would be worse than wasting it,” his head thuds against your left quad, “I’ll make some when my legs and arms aren’t jello again. I fucking humped the couch like a mutt and did damn pushups while eating her out.”

“Good morning to you, too,” Eijirou chuckles, sharp teeth nibbling your earlobe.

Katsuki Bakugou does make a legendarily exquisite morning cup. Be it tea perfectly steeped at exact times and temps, or coffee so artisanally prepared you wonder if the pro missed his calling as a barista. All drinks crafted with your preferred sweetness and dairy or lack thereof. How could you ever hate mornings again when you get to wake up to this?

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