exclaiming ābecause i love youā during an argument
rain kisses
''use me''
having to undress your love interest to be able to tend to their wounds, trying your best not to stare at their bare-chest
being pushed to the ground/wall with your hands pinned down
sexual tension when tending to someone's wound
āI didnāt know where else to goā
fake dating (it was real all along)
confessing your feelings to someone you think are asleep
āitās not like Iāll ever see [that person again]ā while said person's standing behind them, suitcase in hand, about to reveal theyāre moving back into town
''make me''
a character claiming theyāre not going to do ~the thing~ but in the next frame is seen ~doing the thing~
ānothing is ever going to happen between us!ā
two strangers bumping into each other on the street, instant attraction (not love. attraction! think instant case of god youāre hot)
during a stressful situation, a character can be seen running back into their house āāforgot my keysāā *runs back out* *runs back in*Ā āāforgot my walletāā
the italicized āohā
āwhat is it that you donāt get? iām not attracted to [this person]!ā cut to scene of the person in question staring longing at the object of their desire
going to sleep on different sides of the bed but waking up entangled
going to sleep in different beds but sneaking into the other's to snuggle
forehead kisses but it's the male being kissed on the forehead
dancing together, one of them takes the otherās hand, kisses it
''what you're doing right now is really stupid but you're so cute i can't help but laugh at it''
''let's kiss just to see what it's like''
when someone's likeā¦ i donāt knowā¦ hurt or somethingā¦ and the other person's likeā¦ tending to their woundsā¦ and then justā¦ wrap their lover their arms, thankful theyāre alive
when a character is taken hostage by the antagonist, and their lover goes absolutely ballistic, doing everything in their power to protect their lover, and the antagonist has to restrain them, but it doesn't stop this character from trying to get to their lover, doesnāt matter what happens to them, doesnāt matter if they get beaten as long as their lover's safe
# my favourite part about this post # is that nowhere does it say to reblog this # but weāre all reblogging it # because if we have to sufferĀ # so do other writers
I've been working on this project for over three weeks and now I'm very proud to announce it's complete and ready to be published! Welcome to my first ever interactive fanfiction <3
ā” WHAT'S AN INTERACTIVE FANFICTION?
Very similar to your casual visual novel, interactive fanfiction is very similar to a choose your own adventure game! After reading for a while, you will be prompted with two or more different options. For example, you can choose to side with Eren, Armin or Mikasa during a conversation, and, in another opportunity, you can choose between staying in Zeke's car while he finds a parking spot or heading to the fast-food place with Porco and Pieck!
Aside from that, you can customize the game even further! You can add your own name/nickname, so the characters' interaction feels even more personal. No pronouns are used throughout the story either <3
ā” OHH, TELL ME A BIT MORE!
11 available endings: 9 Good Endings with Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Zeke, Pieck and Porco + 2 Bad Endings
The reader is gender-neutral (no pronouns are used throughout the story) and racially ambiguous (no "raking their fingers across your hair" or "pink blushes")
Option to add your name/nickname so the characters can talk with you!
You can unlock secret passages when choosing different interactions with a character. And yes, those secret passages include even more kisses <3
ā” WHERE CAN I PLAY IT?
You can play for free on itch.io but of course, my ko-fi is always open if you're feeling generous. However, it's important to let you all know the game will always remain free and without any ads <3
I hope you enjoy playing it! Let me know what ending you got <3 Feel free to reblog so more people can know about this! c:
Ooo this feels pretty balanced. Leo moon for confidence, self love and passion lair with a pisces sun to keep your fiery emotions in check while the Libra rising helps keep balance between your sun and moon.
Libra placements can come off a bit flirtatious at times paired with the depths of your sun and the sparkle in your eye from your moon I'd say people often fall in love with you easily.
And hard.
I think an Earth sign would be best as it takes more than your natural flirty air and confidence about you for them to fall head over heels.
Haha don't hate me but Monama or Shoto would be a good fit. Monama the Taurus would engage with deep talks cuddled by a fire, giving your pices sun exactly what it needs. While Capricorn Shoto would help steer your passions and emotions to the proper outlets.
Super accurate btw, I actually have zero earth in my chart and go weak in the knees for ANY Taurusā¦ so as much as Iād hate to be paired with Monama Iām sure it wouldnāt be the WORSTā¦
Shouto was my first MHA crush so I love love that as a pairing ā¤ļø my best friend is a cap and I love him very much !!! Thank you again!
ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøWill give you a little Valentineās Day card but also gives one to everyone in the class: Shouto Todoroki*, Tsuyu Asui, Mezo Shoji, Fumikage Tokoyami, Bakugo Katsuki
š§”š§”š§”Will give you a little Valentineās Day card AND chocolate, hoping you get the hint that they LIKE like you: Momo Yayorozou, Ochako Uraraka, Koji Koda, Yuga Ayoyama, Denki Kaminari*, Kyoka Jirou,
šššLeaves a love letter in your shoe locker: Mina Ashido, Rikido Sato*, Hanta Sero*, Toru Hagakure,
šššBrings you flowers and confesses their love for you: Tenya Iida*, Izuku Midoriya, Eijirou Kirishima*,
Hit the read more for cute little headcanons for some random feels
Shouto Todoroki: very confused by the concept of professing oneās love on a holiday. Lots of people try to pressure him to do something romantic, but heās not looking to put too much pressure on you. Would rather do it any other day, without the pressure of anyoneās gaze.
Denki Kaminari: wastes an entire pack of valentines trying to figure out the right thing to scribble. Finally settles on something platonic, adding a box of conversation hearts to the back with a piece of tape. Hopes you understand that he doesnāt have the words to express his affection.
Rikido Sato: the love letter is short and sweet, enhanced by a cupcake of your favorite flavor with little heart candies on top. He knows the cupcake will give him away, but he wanted to add a personal touch.
Hanta Sero: Single rose and a heartfelt letter, probably a poem too with the assumption that you two had been friends for a while now. Seroās love is the kind that grows like a garden over time and heās more than happy to tend to a relationship. He might not ask you out, but heāll be super sincere in his letter.
Tenya Iida: after much deliberation and counsel from his closest friends, he decided that the best course of action was to be formal and genuine. He bought roses, of course, and thought about a box of chocolates, but someone convinced him that was too much. Iida is confident and smooth in his proposal, asks to meet your parents afterwards.
Eijirou Kirishima: decided that the most manly way to ask you out was to do it outright. He might have even asked your parents beforehand if weāre being honest. Brings brightly colored very expensive flowers. Blushing viscously the whole time.
cw: blind date, cursing, fluff! , parenting content, sfw , read more for brevity not smut for once
On Ao3
Shouta Aizawa was a quiet, reserved man by nature. He wasn't sure what layer of hell he was in, why he had to endure almost every single coworker's loud antics, but he was sure it couldn't get worse. Not worse than listening to Present Mic's morning announcements, nor worse than All Might's hero form barking at his students, and definitely not worse than his students running around the dorms at all hours.
There were few things he disliked more than the noise levels, but everyone's sudden interest in Aizawa's personal life had gotten out of hand. He'd taken his lunch in the teacher's lounge as usual, Midnight a few seats away and already interrogating him.
"I just don't see why you won't date Emi." Midnight huffed as she munched on her bento box.
"Ms Joke and I do not get along." Aizawa argued softly as he picked at his own food slowly, tired from staying up late grading papers.
"Liar, there's got to be some chemistry." She gave her retort as All Might entered the lounge.
"Shouta has chemistry with someone?" All Might blinked, setting his lunch down across from the pair.
"I do not."
"You got that right." Ectoplasm cackled from across the room.
"You know, plenty of women would love-"
"Not interested." The black haired man gave a glare at All Might, making the downsized hero blink.
"...Or men."
"Shut up." He barked, grabbing his plate and rising to leave the lounge. The erasure hero had enough of their stupid small talk an hated being the center of their attention. He'd left without another word, though he was sure they were trying to apologize and get him to stay. Another day of eating in his classroom. Hmpf.
It seemed like Aizawa only got to sit in quiet for no more than five minutes before his door busted open, summoning Present Mic into the room with a bang. Noticing that Mic didn't bring in a lunch, Aizawa breathed a sigh of relief that his stay wouldn't be too long.
"Shouta, man." Mic sang as he slid the door behind him closed carefully. "Any kiddos around?"
"No, Mic."
"Good, good." The blonde helped himself to a chair and sat, leaning forward towards the tired teacher. "Remember that favor you owe me?"
Aizawa glared, light lipped as he leaned back and folded his arms. "What do you need?"
"Here's the address." Mic slipped a piece of paper out of his pocket, sliding it across Aizawa's messy desk. "I need you to show up here, tonight. Target will be there at 8, so anytime before that would be nice.
"What am I doing?" Shouta rubbed the back of his head, annoyed by the request. He had to entertain Present Mic, though, having owed his life to the microphone hero. It was years ago, of course, but it kept Aizawa up at night sometimes.
"You'll be given an envelope when you arrive." Mic said, looking around suspiciously. "I'll be giving you more information later tonight, just sit tight my friend."
"Should I-"
"Listen, man, I gotta go." Mic stood up suddenly and sprinted towards the door. He startedĀ mumbling to the tune ofĀ 'thankssomuchfordoingthisyourealifesavershouta' before slamming the door back behind him and running off. Aizawa sighed, repeating his mantra over and over again ofĀ I don't get paid enough for this.
Aizawa tried to find Yamada after classes finished for the day, but was completely unsuccessful in locating the loud man. He asked around to other teachers to see if they knew anything about what Mic was asking him to do to no avail. Aizawa sighed and retreated to his room for a quick nap before the mission.
An alarm went off, shaking the dark haired man from his slumber. Aizawa was just finished gearing up when he'd heard a knock at his door. He pulled his glasses back down around his neck and saw Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka standing outside of his door with bags of dry cleaning. He looked at the children quizzically, hoping that one of them would just spill on what they were doing out so late at night. But the students seemed just as confused.
"What are you three doing here?"
"Mr. Yamada told us to bring these clothes to you." Midoriya started nervously. "Are you...going out on a mission, sir?"
"Thought so." Aizawa eyed the bags and held out his hand. "Don't know what this is all about, though."
"Mr. Yamada told us not to worry and that you would completely understand!" Iida reiterated energetically as he gave his bag to the teacher. Uraraka nodded, blinking as she saw Aizawa pull back into his room, muttering a small word of thanks before slamming the door.
Unzipping the first bag, Aizawa found a blazer and matching pants in a dark blue, almost black shade. The other bag held a white button down shirt, two tie options. The last had a pair of dress shoes, brown, and hair spray. Aizawa sighed loud enough that the teens eagerly waiting outside of his door could hear his complaint. Unwilling to adhere to the dress code completely, Aizawa opted out of the blazer and shoes, accepting the pants because the color was dark enough. The shirt, he assumed, was because he was going to a more high-profile stake-out location.
Shouta did his homework; he googled the location and found that it was a high-rise hotel, complete with a restaurant, bar, pool and hundreds of overly expensive rooms. It was well known, in the middle of downtown, a fine place to stake out in under any circumstance. The suit made sense, now that he thought about it. The reason Mic probably wanted him to do the stake-out instead was not to be recognized.
Once emerging again, the students gave a little shriek as Aizawa glared at them.
"Tell no one." Aizawa gave a huff, tucking his lung hair behind one of his ears. "I'll be back, most likely late. Mirio is watching Eri, you're to report to All Might if anything happens."
"Mr. Aizawa-"
"Don't let them burn the dorms down." Aizawa addressed Iida specifically, giving a nod before walking away from his students. The stood and watched him, having never seen their teacher in a suit before, at least not in person.
Aizawa was someone who preferred public transportation; opting to take the train into the city rather than a cab. It gave him a little bit more time to think about things so that he wasn't acting on impulse alone. Especially on missions, the erasure hero valued the white noise hum of the train to help calm down his thoughts and relax. He got off the train, only a block away from the hotel, hands shoved deep into his pockets.
The building was intimidating; as he approached it, surrounded by the neon lights and glow of moving advertisements. He had to walk up to a podium before even being allowed into the lobby, muttering his name in hopes that Hizashi had made a reservation or something under his name. His coworker must have thought of everything, because all it took was a last name to get him a room key, asking if his dinner reservation was still at 8. Aizawa, ever the punctual man, had arrived at 8:15, though gave a nod as though he was aware that he was supposed to eat at this place.
The man ushered him inside, and Aizawa immediately regretted not bringing the blazer. Sure, there were a few heroes in costume (it was a Tuesday evening, after all), but most people were dressed up more than the erasure hero was comfortable with. Full suits, upscale cocktail dresses and evening gowns clouded the hero's judgment as he walked, in a sort of frenzy, so a table that he would have to sit at and figure out what was going on.
When he got to the table, tall and round, perched in front of a never-ending window that gave a gorgeous view of the whole city. He took a moment to take in the sights, settling into the chair uncomfortably as the host left him to his own devices. Not a second later a waiter showed up with a menu and an envelope, asking if he wanted anything to drink. Aizawa shook his head and shoed the waiter away, cracking open the letter that was addressed to Eraserhead.
Hey man,
Sorry I had to trick you like this. If you haven't gathered all the clues, you're on a blind date and will be having dinner here at the hotel. Make use of the room if you can, thank me later.
The letter wasn't signed with a name, but a caricature drawing of Present Mic's face, making Shouta blush as he crumpled up the note. Fucking amateur Aizawa cursed internally, staring at the table. There were two places set; one for him and one for his date, solidifying that he could maybe, maybe make a break for it and-
"Oh, I am so sorry for being late." You shook your head and sat across from the man quickly, embarrassment seeping through your pores. Nothing had prepared you for how handsome the man sitting across from you looked. With his bangs tied back, Aizawa looked much more of a grown adult than usual, which worked in favor with his defined jawline.
"Actually-"
"Sorry for interrupting, but I actually really don't want to be on this date." You admitted in a fluster, unable to look the man in the face. You felt like you should elaborate more on the situation, but you couldn't even bring yourself to meet his eyes. "This is so embarrassing."
"No, I-I agree." Aizawa said quickly, trying his best to reassure you.
"What?"
"Sorry if that came out wrong." Aizawa tried to bite his tongue, but the words rolled off so easily that he couldn't stop it. "I didn't expect this to be a date."
"Oh." You blinked, swallowing your shame and giving a light nod. "Good, then."
"Drinks for the couple?" The waiter showed up, giving you a little fright as your hand flew to your chest, the erratic beating only getting worse.
"We're not a couple."
"We are strangers." You bit at your lower lip and looked up at the waiter. "Could I ask for sake, however?"
"Carafe or glass?" The two of you looked at each other, both silently panicking without saying a word to the other.
"Carafe." It was in unison, and the waiter gave a nod. You had no idea what to think about this man across from you, who was on a date with you, who equally agreed that he did not want to be on a date with you, and also drank sake. It was almost like a match made in heaven, under any other circumstances. As the waiter left, you both exhaled audibly and readjusted your chairs.
"I'm sorry, what's your name?" Aizawa inquired with a little laugh, breaking the tension.
"L/N F/N." You answered in a rolling tone. "You're...Aizawa, correct?"
"Shouta, yes." The messy haired man rubbed his hands together nervously as he spoke. "Seems we're on a first name basis now."
"We don't have to get dinner," You shook your head at him and reached for your water glass, "I can pay for the sake, though, don't worry about it."
"Well, we might as well." Aizawa shifted as he reminded himself to keep his elbows off of the fancy table. He inhaled, the scent of your shampoo trapping his nostrils. Something floral or lightly fruity caught him off guard. Don't think about it too much.
"Already here, might as well make the best of it."
"Right, right." You agreed, drinking a little too much of your water, nearly choking on it as you set the glass back down. Just as you did, the waiter came over with a carafe and two small porcelain cups for the sake. A menu for each of you and the waiter disappeared. Relieved, you cleared your throat and watched as the man across from you poured a tiny cup to offer to you. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it." Fuck they're pretty.
"Here's to everyone but Yamada." You raised your cup to toast, and it made him grin in agreement as he raised his to yours. The tiny clink sound rand clear as you both sipped at the liquid. Sake was your go-to, and you were glad to have him entertain you. "That man is a menace."
Aizawa gave a nod without saying anything, holding his silence while he thought over the different ways he was going to strangle Hizashi when he got back to the dorms. How he was going to get him to shut up about it, since Aizawa was sure that Mic had already told the rest of the staff, gloating how he'd gotten Shouta a date.
"Nice restaurant." You sighed, taking another sip of the alcohol to calm your nerves. Even though you were in agreement about it not being a date, at the very least you could get to know the man a little.
"Mm."
"You work at UA with Present Mic, correct?" You tried to get through some small talk to get things a little less uncomfortable. It didn't work, as he seemed to only want to look towards the menu, half of it covering his face.
"Yeah."
"You like teaching?" You tried to break the silence, the roll of his shoulders brushing you off as he took another sip.
"It's fine." Aizawa finished his glass and poured himself another, offering to refill your glass as well. He might not be talkative, but at least he's polite, you thought to yourself.
"I have so much respect for teachers." You shook your head, smiling lightly as you brought the cup back up to your lips, cold porcelain helping to calm your racing heart. "It's gotta be tough to deal with all of those kids."
"You don't know the half of it." Aizawa gave a little scoff, uninterested in the conversation.
"Oh, I do. Kind of." You gave a breathy laugh. "I'm a foster parent."
"Oh no shit." Aizawa cursed again, taking a sip of the alcohol before putting it down and shaking his head. "Sorry. I wouldn't have guessed."
"Most people don't." You shrug casually, unsure of what to say that would keep him interested enough to continue a conversation. "Well, I guess most people wouldn't just look at me and think 'parent material', you know."
"I have a...similar effect." Eraserhead gave a chuckle. "What made you get into it?"
"It's a whole thing." You waved your hand passively. "Sad little story."
"If you're worried about pity, don't." Aizawa suggested.
"Pity from you?" You inquired.
"In general."
It took a moment for you to breathe, figure out what was on a need to know basis. It didn't seem like Aizawa wanted to get too deep. "When I was twenty, my aunt and uncle passed away, and their sixteen year old needed a legal guardian, so I became that." You answered, feeling oddly safe to tell him such personal information. Not that it looked like he would judge you, but that maybe he didn't want to hear it.
"You parents didn't take the kid?" Aizawa asked.
"No, my mother died when I was young, and my dad was very sick at the time." You gave a smile regardless of the words that fell from your mouth. "It honestly wasn't all that difficult, I mean by sixteen they're pretty much an adult. All she needed was a roof and some guidance."
"They're still kids." He debated. "That's only a bit older than my students when they first come to UA. They're still pretty fragile inside, y'know?"
"I have a three year old right now." You challenged, leaning back into your chair. "So much worse than any teenager I've had."
"Really?"
"Oh, absolutely. At least teenagers don't cling to you one minute and throw things the next." The thumping of your chest slowed to an average speed, calming you. "Teething and potty training are so hard. Some kids get their quirks early, and that's a whole process. Like teething, but sometimes they spike fevers and it gets real intense."
"My seven year old went through that a while ago." Aizawa offered, the first bit of information about himself or his little family. "Had to stay in the hospital while we figured out the whole quirk thing."
"That's hard, I'm sorry." You gave a little pout of your lips. "Is she doing well now?"
"She is." Aizawa nodded, stopping as the waiter came by to take the table's order. You both had decided on he chef's special. You made the decision by not wanting to make a decision while Aizawa made the decision based off of trust in the recommendation. It was interesting to see the two of you made so many similar choices, but having such different backgrounds.
"I foster Eri." The black haired man admitted. "Sometimes I think about how if she was with a real family, who could really spend a lot of time with her, maybe she'd be doing a little better."
"How long have you had her?" You inquired.
"Little over a year." Aizawa answered slowly.
"What did you get her for her birthday?" The questions broke from your lips like a dam, finally feeling like you were getting somewhere.
"Got her a toy bunny. She likes soft things." He searched for the memory. "One of my students made her an apple pie; apples are her favorite. Another student got her some books, seems she likes reading a learning too. One of them made her a few new dresses. That was nice."
You watched as Aizawa's face lit up as he talked about his daughter, smiling wide across your cheeks. It was like looking in a mirror how much he cared for the girl, how he payed attention to things that she liked. You would have never guessed what a sweet dad this gruff looking hero was behind closed doors.
"She's in the right place." You confirmed once he was done. "Sounds like you're doing a great job with her."
"Yeah, well." He raised his cup up to his lips and drank a little more, making a face this time. "I gotta make it right, y'know."
"I do."
"So you've got a three year old?" Aizawa picked at the bread at the center of the table, impatient to get to the main course. "Anyone else?"
"Three year old and twelve year old twins." You followed his lead, plucking a piece of bread and buttering it before bringing the succulent morsel to your mouth. "The three year old's only been with me for a month, already has adoptive parents lined up for next month. Twins have been with me for a few months, they're good kids."
"That's a full house." Aizawa commented softly, munching lightly on the bread that was crunchy on the outside and warm, mouth-melting on the inside. "All of 'em have quirks?"
"Right now, yeah. I get a lot of kids who's parents died in action and don't have anyone else, or sometimes I get kids who's folks go to jail." You inhaled deeply, the sharp pain of their abandonment always striking a nerve with your soul. "That's nothing compared to a whole class, though." You wave your hand dismissively.
"It's not a competition." Aizawa clarified, taking a sip of water. "I think raising Eri alone is equally as hard as teaching my class."
"That's a good way to put it." You agreed as the waiter came out with the identical plates. You mouth salivated as you both bowed your heads in thanks to the waiter before beginning to consume the special. It looked phenomenal, much past what your expectations would have been for the restaurant. Sure it was a nice hotel, but that didn't always mean that the food was in the same ballpark.
You shared a pleasant silence with Aizawa as the two of you picked your favorite parts tot try first, the only sounds between the two of you were little noises of approval. You were glad that you came out; Mic basically shoved you out the door as soon as you got home from work earlier, saying that he was going to take care of the kids and chill out until you were back. Yamada was unsurprisingly great with younger kids and really go into their special interests, making him your kid's favorite person.
"I think about the effect heroes have on families all the time." He won't look at you, and says it so quietly, even though it's shattering in the silence. "I guess I'm just really glad there's people like you out there to help clean up after us."
"A lot of good comes out of what you heroes do." You disagreed with his comment, though you understood exactly where he was coming from. "Kids find homes pretty quick around here, I don't usually keep them for more than a year."
"Oh." Aizawa blinked. "I kind of forgot you had to give them back."
"I mean unless you're willing to adopt." You couldn't help the little snort that came out of your nose as you held your hand over your mouth. "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you."
"Didn't think you were." The black haired man cracked a smile that was so warm it felt like the earth split from beneath you. "You won't adopt?"
"If I had a kid that stayed with me for real long, or that I really got attached to I might." You thought it over for a moment. "I think I'm more help fostering instead of adopting. I can help a larger population, also faster than adopting. I like giving them the safe place to land, too."
"Yeah." Aizawa acknowledged. "Can I ask you something personal?"
"Absolutely." Your heart fluttered with anticipation.
"Do you want kids of your own?"
"Maybe, but I wouldn't stop fostering kids." Your answer was almost instant. It was something you thought about a lot, in your late twenties and approaching thirty. It's not like you had any pressure coming from your parents, and you had kids, they just weren't biologically yours and that was fine. "They'll still need me."
"Yeah." He agrees, more than he ever has about anything in his life. "I get that."
"You?"
"Oh. Uh." The black haired man's face was a soft peachy pink under his skin, an adorable blush that melted your heart. "Dunno. Haven't decided yet. "
"You got a checklist?" You asked as you finished the last of the main dish, moving on to the sides that looked so delectable. "Like, 'I need someone to take care of them' or 'I want to own a house' type of thing."
"It's just gotta be the right person and the right time. I can't just quit being a hero or a teacher, I mean those things make me what I am." Aizawa looked at you, so briefly, before moving his attention to the skyline with it's dimming lights. You could see how flustered he was. "Just need someone that understands that someday I might not come home."
Your mouth dropped a little at the off-hand comment, trying not to react. Trying so hard not to act like that wasn't the saddest thing you'd ever heard, or that it would be an absolute tragedy to never see this man again. Though he was still new to you, still fresh and not completely unwrapped, you couldn't imagine not having met him like this.
"Sorry, that-"
"I get it." You cut him off before he could spiral. "Those are things to consider, honestly. I'd never thought about how hard it must be for parents to also be heroes."
You notice that you're the only two left in the restaurant, but you don't care. You're having a great time talking with Aizawa and getting to know him. You wonder if the pro hero was also aware and didn't care enough to say anything to you. Wondering how much time went by, you looked down at your phone to check the time. It was a lot past ten and you were floored by how quickly dinner had passed.
Almost as if the waiter could hear your thoughts, they come to the table, finally, to say that the restaurant has been closed for over an hour, but if you'd like to move to the bar downstairs you're more than happy to. The two of you looked at each other, wondering what the other might have to say. In a perfect world, Aizawa would stay all night, looking into your eyes as the two of you talked about things he was afraid to talk to anyone else about. In an ideal setting, you would have loved to gone out for coffee afterwards, making plan after plan to see Aizawa again.
"I shouldn't, I have to get back to the kids tonight." Aizawa says, soaked in remorse.
"I've only got the sitter till midnight, anyway." You agreed, reaching for the check as the waiter put it onto the table.
"No." Aizawa snatched it as your fingers barely touched the paper. "I got it."
"Let me do the tip then." You shook your head sweetly, pulling your fingers from the check to your purse to dig out some cash.
"No." His voice was absolute and commanding, making shivers roll down your spine.
"You don't even know what I do for work, I-"
"I don't care." Aizawa threw his credit card down and shoved it towards the edge of the table. "I had the pleasure to talk with someone who wasn't a complete idiot for once, this is my way of thanking you."
"Oh." You blinked, accepting the fact that you wouldn't be contributing financially. You would have to get him next time, if there was another date. Or not date, considering.
"I do want to know what you do for work." He added, rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry. I do care."
"It's okay." You reassured him with a soft smile. "I work in 'damage control' insurance, or disaster insurance. Specifically in quirk-related incidents."
"Huh." Aizawa noted dutifully. "That's gotta be interesting."
"Keeps me on my toes." You muse sweetly as the waiter comes back to take the bill. "I get to work from home unless I'm needed to survey something specific."
"Got a quirk?"
"It's lame." You said, a little bit too quickly. You rolled up your sleeve and a piece of paper emerged from your arm, better to show than to explain too deeply. "I can instantly make spread sheets and charts. The accuracy improved with the knowledge I receive."
"That's so interesting." Aizawa tiled his head and held out his hand. "Can I see?"
You handed him the spreadsheet, just with basic numbers on different policies and how different disasters effect each policy. It was boring stuff, honestly, but Aizawa seemed entranced by you. It made you feel special, knowing that he was noticing you less like a forced date and more like someone he wanted to get to know.
"How'd you know Present Mic?" The black haired hero examined you, looking you up and down, cursing that he didn't invite you up to the room. The waiter left the receipt, Aizawa scribbled a generous tip onto the paper and continued to pay attention to you.
"We went to school together." You admitted, your arm stretching upwards and then around to the back side of your head, rubbing gently. "All of us, I mean. I'm a UA alumni."
"Same year?" He tried to hide his embarrassment to no avail.
"Yep!" You chirped. "I was in the Business Class, though. Yamada and I connected because I thought I was going to be an agent at one point, but I switched to insurance right before graduating. I did an internship, then a work study, now I own my own firm."
"That's..." Aizawa searched for the right word and the right reaction. "...that's really something to be proud of. S-sorry I didn't remember you."
"Don't worry about it." You winked. "You never do."
"What does that mean?" Aizawa was fully blushing now, a red wine color splashed over his cheeks.
"It means that I have a contract with UA and come in yearly for an assessment. Sometimes I sit with Mic and have lunch with your staff, just to make sure I'm not overlooking any details or under valuing something." You admitted with a small laugh, soĀ fucking cute that it put Aizawa to shame.
"I'm sorry." He offered, with nothing else. No excuse would come close to making it right, and he felt the shame well in his chest.
"Don't be." You smiled softly at the man. "It was really nice to get to know you, Aizawa. Just know that sometimes the people that understand you best are right under your nose."
"I can see that." Aizawa displayed a sweet smile that you'd never have imagined. "Can I walk you to your car?"
The music thrashed in your ears, the song coming to and end as your hips swayed easily to the beat. Bakugo had invited you out to his favorite bar with his best friend, Kirishima, after a long week and a long holiday weekend ahead of them. Bakugo explained that while he might still have to pop in, other heroes were on call ahead of him on the long list of backups, making it the perfect night to cut loose.
Kirishima was always a good time; after seeing Bakugo consistently you got used to Kirishima tagging along to most of your public outings. The blonde hero wasn't a huge extrovert and would have preferred to stay in and play video games, Kirishima always along in person or on the other end of the screen, usually. He was uber sweet and respectful, a gentleman in all regards that loved to see you smile. It just made sense to Bakugo to include you both in his plans so that he didn't have to choose between his favorite people.
At the end of the song, Bakugo signaled that he was going back to the bar for last call to grab you all one more round of shots. He was familiar with the order; tequila for you and Kirishima, whiskey for him. The two of you always seemed to get a little carried away, but it made Bakugo happy to see both of you so comfortable. He knew that he could be quite prickly, but having two people who were so well adjusted to his personality put him at ease.
That was, of course, until he turned his back around to see your ass at Kirishima's hips, throwing it back into him with just a little bit too much vigor. You were clearly enjoying it, your face glowing, little diamonds of perspirations on your forehead with the wide grin that encapsulated your face. Even though the two of you weren't official, and agreed not to talk about it until absolutely necessary, the jealous burned inside of Katsuki.
Part of the envy stemmed from the way Kirishima was with you; always asking if you were tagging along, texting Bakugo to see if you would be at his apartment, (suggesting cute date ideas for the two of you and then acting surprised when invited), talking about how great you were when they were at the office...it seemed like Red Riot couldn't get enough of you.
Bakugo's possessive side exploded as he watched you take Kirishima's hand to spin you around in a circle. It should be Katsuki, not Kirishima, twirling you around. Even though neither of you would admit it, you were his. He marked you body and soul. Shots in hand, the next song ended and you saw Kirishima rush up to Bakugo to help carry the tiny glasses.
"Y/N's somethin' else, man." Kirishima exclaimed, breathless as he made his way back over to the little high rise table to take his shot of tequila. The redhead gave the tiny shot glass a toss and consumed it like it were nothing.
"Aight." Bakugo announced, shaking his head and suppressing the flush of his cheeks. "That's enough."
"Huh?" Kirishima asked, struggling to swallow after the burning liquid flushed down his throat, watching Bakugo walk out onto the dance floor and slap his hand onto your wrist.
"We're done here. Y/N, we're going home." Bakugo was shouting over the music, eyes flaming and full of want.
"No, Katsu," You whined as you reached out for his other hand, holding it in yours, "please, m'havin' sush' a good time."
"Yeah, see that." He cleared his throat and brought you off of the dance floor. Your eyes lit up at the tequila shot, reaching towards it and watching as Bakugo smacked your hand and took the shot for himself. "Tell Kirishima goodbye." He commanded, eliciting a whine from your lips.
"No, Kiri, come home with us." You gave a pout, tilting your head towards Red Riot.
"I don't know-"
"We can play Mario Kart." You tried to entice the boys, batting your eyelashes at Bakugo as if asking for permission. For as stern as he was, Bakugo hated to say no to you, familiar enough with you to know that you didn't ask for things you didn't need.
"Fine." Bakugo agreed, maybe a little too quickly, wanting to get you home before he made a fool of himself. "You too, shitty hair."
Getting home from there was a blurr; you think Bakugo carried you into a cab, you don't remember getting out of the cab, all you knew was that you were on Bakugo's large couch, drowning in his oversized apartment. You couldn't imagine one hero needing this much space just to exist.
"Kiri." You smiled drunkenly, "Kiiiri, psst. Kirishima."
"What?" The red haired boy giggled quietly from the kitchen, grabbing plastic cups from the cupboard to get water for the two of you while you assumed Bakugo sulked in his room. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for the blonde haired hero's best friend to deal with, and he usually just needed a little space.
"Come snuggle me." You slapped the free spot on Bakugo's large sectional and batted your eyelashes at him. You loved looking at him; when he drank with you guys his hair always slowly returned to its floppy, natural state. His eyes were bright and red, rose colored like his hair and face when you looked at him like that.
"You like me alive doll?" Kirishima stifled a booming laugh, not to alert Bakugo that you two were still out here giggling away. "Katsuki would blow my brains out."
"Kats is already mad at me." you stuck out your tongue, knowing that he couldn't see you being a brat behind closed doors. "Sides, we already talked it over and he's cool with it."
Kirishima stopped paying attention, water pouring over the edge and over his hand, making him drop the cup into the sink. He cursed and grabbed the cup, refilling it quickly and then setting them down as his head swam with the possibilities. Bakugo would never say something like that. You had to be lying. Maybe this was Bakugo trying to bait him into some sort of a trap.
"Yeah I'm pretty sure he's not." Kirishima decided to reply, finally, grabbing the cups and regaining his composure as he turned back towards the living room. You were sitting cross-legged on the couch, waiting for him to come back. Part of you, the very small part that was even a little bit sober, thought about how sitting cross legged in a dress wasn't ladylike, and also quite suggestive, but the tequila had other plans than being ladylike.
"We can go ask." Your eyes brighten and you start to get up, prompting Kiri to put down the cups and grab your hands, sitting you back down on the couch.
"No, no." He shook his head. "Why are you trying to shorten my life?"
"Because Bakugo's mad and I'm in the mood for some fun." You sighed, the touch of his hands only making you want more. More from the red haired man who was paying you attention while the other was pouting, far from your reach. You were getting more comfortable around Bakugo, but you didn't want to push your luck. He would come around, eventually.
"Well." Kirishimia thought about his words carefully. "I did bring a joint."
"Oh word?" You were taken back, looking the red haired man up and down in surprise. It wasn't a hug shock, seeing how Kirishima was almost never in a bad mood and almost never seemed completely stressed. "Didn't think any of you smoked."
"Didn't think you did." He laughed nervously, handing you a water. "You haven't smoked with Katsuki yet?"
"You're kidding." Your hand flew up to your mouth as you giggled back at Kirishima while your head shook. "We've been seeing each other for like a month now. How haven't I picked up on it yet?"
"He's not super into it." Kiri shrugged and pulled the joint out of his shirt pocket, handing it to you with caution not to touch your skin again. "He'll smoke a 'lil after work sometimes, or when we've got time off, but he likes to be ready in case something goes down."
You fingers wrapped around the paper joint softly, examining it from all sides. You never would have thought that Bakugo knew how to let go like that. Even when you guys went out for drinks he was controlled and reserved with his consumption. It was nice to know that he trusted Kirishima enough to relax.
As your head, swimming with alcohol, wrapped itself around the idea of consuming another substance, Kirishima look a lighter out of his other pocket and lit the little roll of paper between your lips. He did all of the dirty work for you, making sure the burn was even and picking at the edges, and you couldn't help but smile. He was cute, and a great friend, mixing together two of your favorite qualities to spark a connection in your heart.
You inhaled slowly, the swampy burn rolling down your throat and out through your lips, closing your eyes for a moment to revel. It was a great night, about to be better with a little something to make you less energetic than you felt. Alcohol alone usually slowed you down some, but tequila and a night of dancing was just too fun not to want to overindulge in. Kirishima looked at you, long eyelashes closed against your lids as you controlled your breathing. He took a puff of his joint, blowing it directly in your face when he was done holding it in his lungs.
"Y'so pretty." Kirishima blinked, watching as your eyes fluttered back open and your lips rose into the widest grin. He didn't dare reach out for you, the illusion of it only being the two of you falling through the cracks if he did. Kirishima was much too honorable a man to make a move on you, especially in such a vulnerable state, but that didn't stop him from thinking about it.
The illusion shattered with the gentle slam of a door as you looked over to see Bakugo, shirtless and in grey sweatpants. Something you liked about the explosion hero was that he never slammed doors in his own apartment. You wondered if it had something to do with his mom, never having met her but only hearing from Kirishima how hot (and angry) she was.
"The fuck is going on in here?" Bakugo rubbed the back of his head, nose sniffing into the air like a bloodhound. "You smokin' without me, fuckers?"
"Katsu!" You giggled, excited to see the blonde hero as you got up and leapt over to him. His hands caught your waist and centered your unsteady body into his. His fingers dug into your ass as he looked over to Kirishima with a glare.
"The fuck are you looking at?"
Kirishima swallowed desperately as his brain cursed, looking for the right thing to say. Yeah Katsuki your girl was trying to fuck me but we're good now didn't sound like it would go over well with the explosive man. He opened his mouth and then closed it, still trying to find the most manly way to put the situation. Or if he was just going to forget about it completely and move on for the night.
"What have you idiots been up to?" Bakugo said, slurring just a little as he released your ass, the tension in his palm igniting.
"Kiri won't cuddle me."
"What the fuck Y/N." Kirishima couldn't help to stifle the gasp that sprinted past his lips, panic setting in. Shitshitshit Katsuki was going to kill him. He couldn't make it out the front door, but maybe if he threw something at Bakugo he could sprint to the balcony and...fuck, it was a long fall to the ground.
Before Kirishima could react, Bakugo was behind him, smacking him upside the back of the head playfully. He didn't use his quirk and he didn't mean anything of it. It was playful. Playful, Kirishima knew, because he'd felt Bakugo slap harder than that over much less.
"Why won't you give the dumbass what she wants?" Bakugo barked.
"What?"
"Know you like her." The blonde was growling into a moody sigh. "It'd be different if you didn't, ya know? Not going to force her onto ya or anything."
"Well, I-"
"If you don't want to touch her you don't have to, shitty hair." Bakugo rolled his eyes as you moved from his side to Kirishima's. You looked at him, drunk and a little high, up and down observing him.
"I think he's nervous, Katsu." You diagnosed him softly. "You nervous baby?"
"Fuck, 'course I am." Kiri rubbed the back of his head, trying not to look you directly in your eyes, or at any of your exposed skin, or even the scantily covered bits for that matter. Any look at you would give him away instantly. "Who wouldn't be?"
"He thinks I'm scary." You giggled, shaking your head as your hair shook with it. "I won't bite, Kiri, not unless you want me to."
"I saw the way you two danced together." Bakugo admitted, moving to the other end of the sectional so he could face Kirishima and you. "S'okay, man. Relax."
Kirishima though over his options as rapidly as possible; he could continue denying it, but the two of you were looking at him like he was prey. They knew how he felt about you from the way he'd talk about you to Katsuki at work and the way he talked to you. In the way that he'd bring you a coffee whenever he knew you spent the night with Bakugo, or how he'd text you and ask how your day was and if you were coming out with them. It was friendly behavior to anyone outside of the situation, but Bakugo knew the way Kirishima courted people.
If he admitted his crush on you outright it would have meant certain death, or at least something close to it. Bakugo seemed to already have known, which was a shock to the red haired hero, but not completely out of bounds. Maybe Katsuki had time to get right with it all-fuck, maybe he did talk it out with you already and they were on the same page.
"Won't make it weird?" Kirishima asked quietly, looking over to Katsuki instead of at you. He wasn't too worried about you, but he was worried about his best friend knowing about his crush on you, even more so about doing something about it.
Bakugo shrugged passively, looking over at you with an expression that wouldn't dare give off the genuine affection that he'd cultivated for you. "She'd like it a lot. Think it's a pretty shit thing to deny the dumbass what she wants."
"I want to move this to the bedroom." You whinned as you rubbed your eyes, the high setting in and relaxing your body. The relaxation turned into a soft tingle, rolling over your body as you ached to be touched by either of the men in front of you. The both rose quickly, making your heart flutter as Kirishima offered you his hand to help you up.
"Atta boy, Eij." Bakugo gave a gruff praise.
"Shut up." Kirishima blushed, blinking as he tried to keep himself composed. His hand felt so warm holding yours, helping to steady you as your wobbling legs began to support you. It all kind of went to your head, feeling a little light headed as he helped lead you towards the bedroom. You stumbled, heavily supported by Kirishima, as you flopped onto the large bed.
Bakugo jumped into bed, shaking the mattress and making you giggle. The anticipation made you a little nervous; you didn't want Kirishima to be uncomfortable, and you definitely didn't want him to stop hanging out with the two of you. After a few discussions with Bakugo about bringing someone in to play, you'd made peace with the idea that the explosive blonde wouldn't get upset over it.
Bakugo's head turned up towards you, the eye contact burning into your soul. "How'd you wanna do this, princess?"
"Kiri," You looked over at the red head, a complete mess with his hands anxiously tied to one another while he writhed on the other end of the couch, "how do you like to be fucked?"
Good girl Bakugo thought to himself. He wasn't sure what he did to secure such an unselfish lover, but thanked any higher power that he could think of.
Kirishima's face matched the sanguine color of his locks as he looked down, over to Bakugo once and then back at his hands. "Like it soft. Intimate."
"Katsu, you okay with something like that?"
"Yeah." Bakugo exhaled slowly, his palms sweating as they drew closer to compromise. "Still wanna be rough, but yeah."
"Well, then, how about..." Your brain followed the little threat carefully, piecing everyone's desires together. "How about you use me as you see fit, and I make sure that Eiji is worshiped properly."
"Good girl." Bakugo leaned back a little further, adjusting himself. "Anything you don't want to do, shitty hair?"
"I'm game for anything." Kirishima answered a little too excitedly. "Is there anything you don't want me to do?"
"Prefer it if you didn't slap my bitch in her face."
"What?"
"What." Bakugo spat back, holding back the urge to chuckle. "You think she gets to run that mouth all day with no consequences?"
Bakugo held your throat and kissed you hard on your lips, your head drowning in his passion as he ran his hand up your leg and to your tits. Your hand reached down to his boxers, taking him by your palm and stroking him through the soft fabric. It's consensual and very much enjoyed, you wanted to say to clarify, but with Bakugo at your throat your brain went to mush.
"Gonna just sit there like a dirty cuck?" Bakugo blinked at Kirishima, moving his hand from your throat to your cheeks, pressing them apart. "Or you gonna man up and fuck my bitch?"
Kirishima couldn't deny how much he'd wanted to; though it was almost certain that you would end up dating Bakugo, he was helpless to the way that you looked at him with eyes sparkling in the least innocent way possible. "You sure?"
"I gotta answer that again then it's a no."
Kirishima gave a nod, chest welling up with nerves as he moved towards you and Bakugo, crawling onto the bed as he heard Bakugo growling in your throat. He didn't know what part to admire most; your head thrown back in pleasure, your thighs that glowed bare and soft in the dim lighting, or your wet cunt, held together by the thinnest piece of fabric he'd ever seen.
As soon as his fingers touched the slicked thong it was practically game over. You moaned into Bakugo's mouth as Kirishima slowly, in a fascinated and almost scientific way, drew his two fingers up and down the fabric with the lightest touch you'd ever felt. As your head drew back, lips parting, Bakugo made the decision to move towards your tits, pulling down your dress with a hard yank and sucking at your nipples hungrily. Kirishima looked up to see how you were holding up, making direct eye contact with you.
You used one hand to touch the side of his neck softly, making his skin tingle under your fingers and you brought his face to yours. Slowly and sloppily you kissed Kirishima for the first time, waves of honey rolling behind your eyes. It was different than kissing Bakugo, who used every touch and took advantage of it as if it was his last. Desperate, passionate, starving to have you and not holding back. Kiri was gentle and radiating a warm glow; just as passionate, though savoring every second of interaction and drawing it out as long as possible.
"Good boy." You whispered as your lips pulled back, still close enough to touch with another delicate kiss. Kirishima melted, chest swelling full of pride at the affirmation. In response, Bakugo slapped the top of your thigh, the sound echoing into the large apartment. Kirishima never thought about hitting a woman before, but the way that you hummed into his lips made him think otherwise.
"C'mere." Bakugo beckoned, and of course you obliged, watching him tug at the hem of your little black dress and rolling it easily over your shoulders. You were exposed, Kirishima taking in every inch of your naked body as he struggled to take off his pants, trying to figure out whether it was a good time to remove his boxers or not. You looked at Kirishima shirtless, which wasn't too far off from his hero costume, but noticed up close all of the little cracks in his skin, indented scars that marked places where he'd been unable to recover.
When you reached out to touch him through his boxers, immediately erect, he felt his face turn even more red than it already was. The way you touched him was so sweet, a stark contrast to the way that Bakugo struck your ass.
"Pay attention, dumbass." He murmured, kissing and biting from your ass down to your thigh as you kneeled on all fours on the bed. Bakugo attacked your folds with his tongue, reaching towards your clit with one hand and kneading your ass with the other. You folded under the pleasure, rolling your back into an arch as he stuck his tongue into your melting core. It would take a lot more than that to distract you from Kirishima, who was stoking himself through his boxers at the mere sight of you.
"You're so fucking pretty." Kirishima groaned softly, pulling your hair from your face and rubbing his thumb along your cheek. His praise refocused you as you reached to pull his cock out of his boxers, but he was already taking them off and moving his hips towards you.
"S'glad you know what you want, Kiri." You mused as you grabbed him, soft skin over his throbbing erection. You could have swore you saw something leaking from the tip, grinning as you moved to lap it up. Unable to maintain your own speed, you just followed the pace that Bakugo maintained on you, flicking the tip of your tongue on the underside of Kirishima's hard cock. Slowly, you made your way to the head, red and swelled, popping it into your mouth like a lollipop.
As soon as you did, Bakugo's index finger slipped into your slit, making your lips tighten around Kirishima's tip. Both of the men moaned in sync like a choir, assuring you that they were enjoying this just as much as you were. Not that you were particularly concerned, enjoying your own bliss and Katsuki alternated between eating you out and pressing at your most sensitive spot. You moaned as he slid his fingers out, feeling the slick of your pussy leaking out as he cursed under his breath.
"You ready princess?" Bakugo questioned as he exhaled, shaky as his dick twitched at the anticipation of fucking you. Part of him thought to offer the experience to Kirishima, but he was just a bit too selfish to vocalize it to the two of you. You pulled your lips off of Kirishima's length, kissing at his tip as you turned back to Bakugo.
"Mmm." You licked your lips and shook your ass, watching as Bakugo slapped it harshly as he slid your panties off. Kirishima gasped as you straightened your back, breasts bouncing as you stretched lightly to ease the strain of your muscles. "Who's first?"
Kirishima gulped at your question as his hand flew down to his cock, harder than he'd ever been and wet from the caverns of your throat. There wasn't a right or wrong answer, necessarily, Kirishima accepted, because the manly thing to do would be to let the other go first. If that was even an option, which Kirishima wasn't sure about. He wouldn't dare ask, and so he just looked over to Bakugo for advice, noticing for the first time really how beautiful Katsuki was. From his feathery blonde hair to his well toned body, if it wasn't for his temper Bakugo could have been some hero poster boy.
The red head shook the thoughts from his head. He was here for you, and your pleasure only, right? It's not...manly...to look at other men the way that Kirishima looked at Bakugo, their red eyes focused on each other. Even though it wasn't the first time either of them had seen each other shirtless, or stark ass naked to be honest, it felt different for the first time. Something just a little over the edge of friendship, and towards something blossoming.
"Ladies first." Eiji cleared his throat and gestured towards you, eyes floating back down to your exposed body within arm's reach of him.
You faced Bakugo and put your hand on his thigh, the intimacy making his whole body shutter under your touch. You were incredibly comfortable letting him take the lead in your dynamic and had no complaints about the way Bakugo fucked, which is why you decided that it was time to take initiative and fuck your man. You legs straddled his muscular thighs, making sure to slide your wet pussy over him as you adjusted yourself in his grip. Bakugo's hands were at your hips, eyes focused on you and every move that you made.
"This okay with you?" You asked as your hands migrated up his chest, around to wrap your fingers in his incredibly soft hair. It was a question of consent, of course, but also something that changed the mood of the room and your position in it. Less of a fuck toy and more of an active role, which kept your interest and away from the drifting thoughts of orgasm.
"Y-yeah." Katsuki moved beneath you, pressing his cock against your entrance as he begged you to let him in. Seeing you fucking his cock with your mouth only added to the explosive blonde's possessive nature, making him crazy to be the first one inside of you. You were his, after all.
"Good." You kissed his lips, sticking to them like honey as you slid the tip of him into your cunt, his muffled cries into your mouth making you tense around him. Before lowering yourself any further, you wiggled your ass and threw your head to the side to motion for Kirishima to come join the two of you. "Kiri, there's lube in the nightstand. Grab the red bottle and bring it over here."
Bakugo moaned, trying to raise his hips up into you to ease his desperation. The blonde knew exactly what you used the red bottle of lube for and was aching to have all of himself in you. As if Kirishima could say no, he grabbed the red bottle of silicone based lube and tried to give it to you, looking confused as you shook your head. To keep Bakugo in line you inched more of him into you as he bucked wildly, fucking you even though he was hardly halfway in. To be honest, sometimes that was all you needed, even though the full length of the blonde filled you to the brim.
"You wanna fuck me in the ass, Kiri?" You asked, breathless as you remained in control of the two men, Bakugo obviously pussy whipped beneath you. The red head nodded eagerly, moving closer to you and putting the warming lube on the tip of his finger, playing with your ass to prep you for his long cock. "Good Boys." you moaned softly. Even just a finger felt amazing, slipping down to include almost all of Katsuki in your cunt and your chest puffed out against your arched spine. Bakugo took note to suck at your nipples, the areola, all of your breast leaving hickeys as Kirishima prepared himself to penetrate his best friend's lover.
"Fuck 'er good, Eij." Bakugo commanded, teeth gritting through the pleasure that rocked his whole body. "Don't want 'er walkin' tomorrow."
"Right." Kirishima obeyed, pressing his fat tip to your back entrance, the warming lube creating an intense sensation as he slipped into your ass. You let out a cry, feeling tears swell behind your eyes at the sensation. You'd had threesomes before, sure, but you never felt as full as you did with both of the pro heroes' cocks inside of you. After Kirishima adjusted to your tightness, Bakugo marking your chest and neck like it was his purpose for living, you finally relaxed into the pleasure and let go.
You could feel Bakugo twitching inside of you, fighting not to come before Kirishima did. You understood their competitiveness and were grateful for it and the waves of pressure that were forcing you towards a climax, building with a heat and intensity that you'd only ever experienced in pleasuring yourself. Just as the thought crossed your mind, the red haired hero reached his hands around your hips to play with your clit, throwing you over the edge as you came hard with a shout. You could feel them fucking you through your orgasm, panicking as they grew closer to their own.
"Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking amazing." Kirishima praised as his thrusts became deeper and sloppier, only adding to your stimulation as his fingers held your clit tightly. That was going to have to be something you remembered for the next time you and Bakugo fucked, because the pressure felt amazing after such a hard orgasm.
"So fucking pretty." Bakugo breathed, strained as you felt little pools of precum coating your cervix.
"Gonna fucking cum Katsuki?" Kirishima gave a breathy laugh as he noticed Bakugo struggling to keep a pace, your hips grinding into his. "Or am I gonna have to take that pussy too-"
"Gah, fuck-"
Instantaneously Bakugo filled you with his cum, brimming against your tight walls as you felt yourself swell closer to another orgasm, biting down at Katsuki's collar bone as you rocked into him faster. Still riding his own high, he breathed shakily into your neck, moving slowly against your insides.
"Katsu, Katsu!" You screamed, the ray of light rolling over your vision as you arched into another orgasm. "Don't stop!"
Bakugo lurched inside of you, throwing his head back as he listened to your every command with precision. Kirishima gawked at the way Bakugo took your orders, experiencing yet another different side of the best friend he'd known for years. It was then that Kirishima looked over to Bakugo, who's eyes were hard and focused once more. He was grinning, the determination in his crimson eyes the same as when he won a fight.
"Ya gonna cum for daddy, E?" Bakugo growled as his nails dug into Eijirou's thighs, sending him right to the edge of a cliff that you were shocked to be part of. You cursed, slowly returning to a heightened pace to help Kirishima get off, not expecting Bakugo to chime in like that. It was hot watching the two compete over you, and then over each other, fueling their own egos but fucking your holes.
"Kiri," You moaned, your ass slapping against him and his full length rubbed against your insides, the warming lubricant doing it's job well, "w-want it."
"Oh yeah?" Kirishima grinned, twitching in your ass. "Whatcha want, doll?"
"Want your cum." You whimpered as Kirishima's hands moved to your hips, grabbing them as he thrust harder into you. Bakugo slipped his dick out of your dripping cunt and sliding his finger in, curling them in just the right way to get you to come a third time. You edged yourself carefully towards another orgasm, trying to time it with Kirishima as he grew impatient. "Want it bad."
"Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking pretty, how can I say no to you?" Kirishima responded, cumming deep into your ass as he finally felt release. You came in tandem with the pro hero and Katsuki could feel it as you squirt into his hand. It was better than he ever could have imagined; you and Bakugo were a force to be reckoned with. The red haired hero would have never imagined feeling any type of way about Katsuki, but the way that he pleased you, the way that he would do anything for you, was manly as fuck.
"Good boy Kiri." You hummed softly as your breathing became more shallow, pulling yourself off of his dick with care. Bakugo threw a towel at Kirishima and gave one to you in a much more gentle manner, kissing your forehead softly as a reward for all of your hard work. Even though you got just as much (if not more) out of it than they did, you loved the praise they showered you with.
"Fuck, miss me with that daddy shit." Kirishima breathed heavily, leaning back into the bed as he cleaned the cum and lube from around your ass before attending to himself. He was reeling from all of the stimulation, the memory of Katsuki's fingers scratching into Kirishima's thigh still fresh as his body shuttered.
"Fucking came, didn't ya?" Bakugo scoffed, unable to hide his grin.
"Not from you, dipshit." Kirishima shook his head, running his hand through his hair without realizing how much he sweat during the event. Come to look at it, the three of you were more than in need for a shower.
"Kiri, do you want take a bath with me?" You asked sweetly as you finished cleaning yourself, not satisfied enough with just a towel.
"Sure, wh-"
"What 'bout me, you dirty little slut?" Bakugo gruffed, leaning back into the bed and folding his arms over his chest.
"Katsu," You cooed sweetly, moving over to pinch his cheek, "do you want to bathe with me and Kiri?"
"Fuck no." He gave a shake of his head, looking over harshly at Kirishima before summoning him back to the bed. "Shower instead. Wanna cuddle first, though."
Your heart swelled with the sweetness that Bakugo oozed, only in these vulnerable moments that almost no one got to see. Of course you'd seen it, seeing him at his most intimate, but it was new for Kirishima to see Bakugo requesting affection. The two of you weren't into public displays of affection, at least not around Kirishima, enough for him to have guessed that Bakugo really did have a soft spot for you.
"I know you don't like baths." You shook your head back at the blonde, rolling your eyes as you settled into the middle of the cuddle pile.
Kirishima crawled into bed; Bakugo to the right of you, his arm curling around your shoulders as you leaned into his chest, head across his pecks. The redhead folded into your side, hooking his leg around you and his feet touching Bakugo's, making the blonde snort and blush lightly.
"Get yer fuckin' feet offa me, extra." Kastuki fumed with a feigned malice.
"Ah, shut up Katsuki." Kirishima exhaled, making sure to touch Bakugo ever more by looping his arm around your hip, his hand pressed between you and Bakugo.
"Before you guys fight," You ticked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, grinning, "Katsu, I wanted to say thank you for letting Kiri play with us."
"Never pegged you as the sharing type, Katsuki." Kirishima prodded once again, eliciting you to elbow his ribs gently and roll your ass into his groin.
"M'not."
"Sure seems like you are." The red head gave a shrug, laughing as he rubbed his rib cage and kissed the back of your neck. "Thanks for doin' that for me, doll."
"A pleasure, Kiri." You turned around to kiss him on the lips, and as soon as you made contact with Kirishima's cherry lips you felt Bakugo's hand slap firmly against your ass.
"Watch it, Eij." Bakugo warned.
"You're just jealous I'm not kissing you." The red head threw back, watching Bakugo blush uncontrollably and bubble with angst.
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