thinking about being shared by kirishima and bakugou…
eiji at your head, languidly thrusting into your mouth, wiping at the drool pooling at the corners of your lips. he’s got one hand in your hair, pushing you up and down on his deliciously thick cock, hitting the back of your throat each time.
meanwhile katsuki is hitting it from the back, hands gripping your ass cheeks, slapping them every once in a while to see them ripple. his cock pumping in and out of you at a steady speed, matching kirishima’s thrusts so that they’re moving in a sawing motion.
you feel so overcome with pleasure. kiri is absolutely whispering praise to you while kats is degrading the shit out of you, calling you a dirty slut for enjoying taking the both of them while kiri is petting your hair and murmuring about how you’re “such a good girl” for them, taking both their fat cocks so well.
and ofc since they’re best friends they cum in sync and the feeling of their hot seed filling both your pussy and throat at the same time is enough to push you over the edge too.
the thing about your boyfriend, kirishima , is that he sleeps like he’s dead or doesnt sleep at all. better yet, he sleeps like a rock.
the type of sleeper that doesn’t budge — no matter how many times you poke his cheek, nudge his shoulder, or drape your body over him just to get a reaction.
the second kirishima lets his head hit the pillow, it’s like a switch flips. one minute he’s laughing, grinning wide, all sharp teeth and warmth, and then the next… he’s out cold, arm slung over you like it’s second nature.
kirishima is also the type to subconsciously cuddle you in your sleep. even if he falls asleep on his side of the bed, he will end up glued to you. arm around your waist, leg thrown over yours, face tucked into your shoulder or neck, mumbling in his sleep: “you’re… so pretty…” “my girl…”
on top of that, kirishima’s strength does NOT turn off... if he falls asleep holding you, whether it be your hand or your waist, you’re not escaping until he’s fully conscious. if he’s feeling nice that is…
but . . . on the nights kirishima doesn’t sleep, it’s the complete opposite.
he’ll lie there beside you, eyes open, staring at the ceiling as if tracing imaginary constellations. quieter than usual. yet his hand still always finds yours under the blanket, thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, absent circles.
boyfriend kirishima is also equivalent to that of a heater. his body runs warm 24/7, so sleeping next to him is like having a built in heated blanket . . . just one that talks in his sleep.
so yeah, your boyfriend sleeps like a rock. but a warm rock of endless praise and affirmation. a heavy one at that. but you love it.
╰ 18+ MDNI. giving head to kirishima? be careful, he’s a head pusher!
kirishima was in heaven.
with crimson eyes wide as cartoon hearts, he watched you clumsily kneel to the ground in awe, grabby fingertips squeezing and pulling his heavy cock feverishly out of his grey sweatpants.
“it’s all yours baby,” he’s cooing, stomach tensing as you place him to your lips, the breath he didn’t realize he’s been holding in puffing out of his gaped lips, “been thinking about you allll day long.”
“yeah? missed you too eiji.” it’s difficult to focus on the way he’s already falling apart just from your grasp alone, the squishy tip heated to the touch as you place a delicate kiss against it, feeling his veiny shaft jolt in excitement between your palm.
wrapping your mouth around him, two hands struggle to grip at the base of his girthy cock, cunt dampening when you hear kirishima moan your name, his gritty voice laced in sex.
sucking him as if it’s your last meal on earth, your eyes roll to the back of your skull at the taste, cheeks hallowing to suck ‘n swallow down his length, letting it swell in the flesh of your cheeks.
“fuck, y-you’re so good t’me baby,” he’s throwing his head back, hand gently coming up to cup the side of your blown out cheek, mouth mumbling, “what’i do to deserve this?”
you come off his cock with a ‘pop!’ hand slowly jerking off the length of his dick, palm swirling around the girth. “nothin’,” you mumble, voice hoarse. your tongue sticks out over your lower lip to trace at the underside of his tip, moaning at the way his skin practically melts into your tastebuds, “just wanted to taste you, eiji.”
his hips buck off the bed at that, rock hard abs stuttering at the gentleness you’re smothering him with. “s-shittt! can’t say things like that unless you want this t’be over quick!”
“that’s okay,” you mumble, tongue kitten licking the pearly beads of salty precum continuously painting the head of his mushroom cock, wide eyes gazing up at him through batted lashes, “but i was hoping to stay here all night though.”
cutting the conversation short with a devious motion, your jaw slacks fully to suck his cock back down your throat. you get him halfway down and swallow, eyes prickling with tears when he’s hitting the back of your throat, head pulsating in your warm canal.
you were pulling out all the stops today. purposefully wearing non-waterproof mascara and sticky lipgloss for the special occasion, you even practiced pressing your thumb into your palm ‘n squeezing it real tight in hopes to prevent yourself from gagging on his thick cock, wanting to give him a show.
unfortunately for you, you underestimated just how big your boyfriend was. eight massive inches of throbbing cock cramming your throat wide open, the hinges of your jaw practically screaming for relief as you force him down inside. thankfully, your lips take him half way, head rising up to swirl around his spongey cockhead, mouth filling with spit each time your head glides back down the length, the noises squelching in the air.
kirishima groans, hips unable to hold back thrusting into your throat, “ahh shit—there you go baby doll, takin’ m-me so well.”
drool begins to gather past your sore cheeks, the fat globs of spittle easily spreading over his shaft. with a deep breath you take him as far as you can go, the pulsating head halting at the hitch in the roof of your mouth.
your hand finds his gently grazing the side of your face, moving it to rest the back of your head. you press his fingers into your scalp, pushing yourself down, down, down! until your nose tickles the dark patch of hair on the base of his cock, your way of silently allowing him to have his own way with you, the pace quickening.
“breathe through that nose sweetpea, look so pretty c-chokin’ on my cock.” he’s grumbling, words drowning in saccharine honeysuckle, feeling his grunts and moans rumbling in your ears.
you listen to his advice, taking a shaky inhale to alleviate the pressure from his cock fucking your mouth silly, your uneven breathing shaking through you, eyes prickling with salty tears.
you can tell he’s close by the way his breathing picks up, thick meaty thighs clenching every time you gag around him.
“touch y-yourself for me, baby.” kirishima begs, eyes prying open to get a glimpse of your frame beneath him, “gotta get her all wet ‘n r-ready f’me.”
it’s easy to listen when he begs so nicely. shaky fingertips begin traveling down your navel to prod at your sticky pussy through your soaked panties, fingertips easily dipping past your slippery entrance.
“mmm,” your gagging, slick covered digits swiping over your clit, circling wild figure eights to the gooey flesh.
you’re instantly relieved, hips thumping against your fingers like a bunny whilst kirishima fucks his cock into your mouth, the pleasure undeniably building in your core as he uses you to get off.
it feels a little dirty letting him abuse your mouth and throat in such a compromising position, yet the look on his face is enough for you to keep going, your free hand drifting down to fumble with his heavy balls.
kirishima looses his mind. the hand gripping your head now uses it to his full advantage, pushing and pulling you up and down his length, your gags only pushing him further past the edge.
“gonna c-cum down that—fuck! that t-tight lil’ throat! a-are you gonna let m-me?” he’s asking, lips swollen and shaded a deep maroon hue from just how much he’s been gnawing at them.
you respond with a moan, cunt tightening around nothing as you feverishly prod at your clit. your core almost hurts, wanting to cum and pleasure kirishima at the same time confusing your hand motions, forgoing your own movements as he fully fucks into you now, your clit going neglected and unappreciated.
“ah—fuck, fuck, fuckkkk!” kirishima grunts, hips suddenly stopping as he pulls you back, leaving your breathless mouth wrapped justtt around his tip.
instantly met with sticky pearlescent ropes of cum that rapidly begin to pump on your tongue, you suck him dry, letting the salty liquid drip down the back of your sore throat. you swallow every last drop, lips pursing to lap up any leftover seed that leaks from his sensitive slit.
swollen lips finally pull of off him, chest panting as you lean backwards into your aching legs, knees surely bruising at the uncomfortable angle on the floorboards.
“god you’re amazing, come here sweetpea,” kirishima shakily orders, strong arms holding your wobbily body up to the side of him, placing a fat sloppy kiss to your lips, moaning when he tastes himself on your tongue. “you still need to cum, ‘s that right?”
a/n: i refuse to give head irl but kiri… grapefruit technique STAT!
爆豪と切島 ⸻ the heat of the moment × bakugō & kirishima
fem!reader threesome with firefighters!bakugō & kirishima after they come to your “ rescue ”
request summary. hello gorgeous human, u know that i adore u & everything u write <3333 i need firefighter kirishima and bakugo who flirt their way into a date with yn and then having nasty passionate possessive sex <33333
content. afab!reader, firefighters!au, oral (f!receiving), threesome (f/m/m), finger sucking, kiribaku being kinda bi, p in v, creampie, body worship, praise, cum eating, size kink, this is so filthy hehe ; wc. 3.5k
the whole situation was stupid, really. you burnt the fuck out of some cookies, the smoke alarm goes off, and everyone in your building has to evacuate, et cetera.
of course, the two lead firemen that respond to the call are the most gorgeous himbos that you’ve ever seen, and they’re teasing you about it, just happy that everyone was okay. so you invite them to dinner for their trouble, and to prove that you actually do know what you’re doing in the kitchen.
they looked sexy in their uniforms, and they’re even sexier now.
the blonde, katsuki, is dressed in an expensive-looking tee with the sleeves partially rolled up, showing off his biceps, tucked into loose-fitting ripped jeans and some designer belt that accentuates his slutty waist. the redhead, eijiro, is wearing a short-sleeved button down half open, his toned chest and collarbones on perfect display, and casual slacks that make his thick, muscular thighs look like sin. they’re both styled with chains and rings, and katsuki has earrings that he definitely was not wearing to work the other day.
you take one look at them and you’re FUCKED.
and its worse because they know how hot they are — as soon as you open your front door, every thought in your pretty little head evaporates and kiri is all beaming, fanged grins and bakugo is smug with a knowing glint in his sanguine eyes.
“oh, you look so pretty, babydoll,” kirishima immediately lays it on thick, taking it upon himself to place one of his big, sturdy hands on your door and opening it all the way so the two can slip inside.
“th-thanks.”
“nice place … good thing it didn’t go up in flames.”
your face heats up at the embarrassment. “yeah … and thanks for coming ; I don’t have guests often but I really like to cook and bake for people.”
“yeah? well you can make food for us anytime, angel, we just have to figure out a way to repay you.” kiri hums, nodding his head down and hugging you. he’s massive, his frame swallowing yours entirely.
katsuki hesitates at first, but he also decides to hug you after eijiro pulls away. they both smell so fucking good, wearing heady colognes that are distinctly different from each other, but neither one is overpowering. yum.
you serve the food and they’re both so sweet, thanking and complimenting you the entire evening. you notice that neither of them ask for any sort of alcohol, which you’re thankful for.
“it’s been so long since I’ve had a home cooked meal like this, and this has to be the best that I’ve ever eaten .. oh my god, angel.” kirishima groans, eating up every last bit before setting his silverware back down.
his praise is enough to make your heart skip a beat, and you’re fluttering your doll lashes at him without even realizing it. “seems he doesn’t think very highly of my cooking.” bakugo grumbles, but it’s playful.
“can’t you just thank our host instead of being an ass? you’re jealous, huh?”
katsuki rolls his eyes before turning to you, his tone shifting entirely. “it was perfect, one of my favorites. thanks for having us, sweet thing.” your gaze turns to the blonde, and you notice just how big his hands are as he drinks from a glass of water. it’s distracting, but you manage to think of a response.
“you’re welcome, it was no trouble, and I love to cook for people … and I’m sorry to ask, but do you guys live together, or something?”
“yeah, best friends and roommates since high school. don’t worry, I take good care of him.” kirishima teases and the blonde rolls his eyes again, clearly unamused. “like hell you do, I feel like I’m your mother most days.” bakugo counters, lightly kicking at kirishima, which just makes the redhead laugh.
“well, what about dessert? I baked cookies properly this time.”
the mens’ faces light up and they nod at you .. but they both have other plans for dessert.
and yeah, they ate, and they praised you and thanked you to no end, and then they ate again .. but the main course, and even the dessert, could never compare to this — you, and your perfect, glistening pussy. bakugo is sitting with you on the kitchen counter, holding you against his chest, and kirishima between your thighs.
you’re soaking all over katsuki’s jeans, your wetness dripping through the ripped holes in the distressed denim and onto his skin, but it’s not like he minds the mess, he loves it.
“s’even sweeter than that homemade buttercream, baby, fuck. you’ve gotta taste her, kats.” kirishima moans, licking a wide stripe up your entire cunt, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit in a way that makes you shiver as you run your fingers through his thick, silky hair.
“I will, I will … I’ve just got such a pretty view right now.” katsuki says over your shoulder, licking your neck before looking down at kiri.
their eyes meet while kirishima gives your cunt sloppy, open-mouth kisses, focusing on your clit, his dark eyelashes flutter and you can feel that there’s something not-so-platonic between them. it makes you whine as your thoughts blur, picturing these two gorgeous men pleasuring each other when they’re alone.
katsuki is mouthing at the column of your throat, sucking obscene bruises onto your soft skin. he doesn’t know you very well yet, but you’re so cute that he can’t help wanting to mark you up for himself.
you don’t last long, and you would’ve been more embarrassed if they hadn’t been doting on you as if you were the most perfect thing in existence, but kiri is telling you to cum so you don’t hold back on him — “it’s okay, princess, cum in my mouth, you’ve earned it.”
and when you cum, it’s the cutest and hottest thing that either men have ever seen. thighs trembling, one hand in kats’ hair and the other in kiri’s as you try to bring them both impossibly closer. you’re lightly hyperventilating and crying, trying to calm yourself in their holds, but kiri isn’t letting up, still just lapping and sucking at your sweet pussy until you literally push him away from you.
“too much, kiri, please!”
he finally relents, greedily licking his lips before wiping his hand with the back of his mouth, only to let katsuki lick up what’s left on his fingers. the blonde moans, closing his eyes and gently sucking on his bestie’s thick, pretty fingers. you audibly gulp as you watch them …
“atta girl, so fuckin’ pretty.” katsuki whispers against your neck, softly rubbing your sensitive kitty before he flips your skirt and apron back down, just so he can stuff his own fingers into his mouth to taste you again.
katsuki easily picks you up and carries you into your bedroom with kiri trailing behind, holding your sweet face and eagerly trying to kiss you as much as he can over his best friend’s shoulder while he carries you — kiri is obsessed, and he just can’t keep his hands off of you.
katsuki gently sets you down and they take turns removing your clothing, and then their own. they both look perfect ; they could be models even with the array of scars and cuts and bruises decorating their perfectly toned bodies, and they’re both absolutely hung. it makes your mouth water and your pussy even wetter ; you can feel the slick already dripping down your plush thighs, mixed with kiri’s spit.
“you want us both? or one at a time?” kirishima asks, his mouth still on your skin as he slips off your last piece of clothing. both men are trying to take it slow because they want to worship you, but they’ve both been fucking dying to have you like this since they first saw you, and especially after seeing you in that cute little dress in the kitchen today.
the question itself makes you blush an even brighter shade, and your breath catches, “j-just one.”
“gotcha, angel … is that something you’d want to try another time?” and he’s so sweet the way he asks such a filthy thing … so close that you can feel his pretty eyelashes against your cheek as he noses his way down to kiss your neck.
“I don’t know, m-maybe.”
“good girl, baby, it’s whatever you want … no pressure, jus’want to make you feel good.” he speaks the words into your skin, kissing you in reverence, but it’s still a lot. you haven’t had two partners at once before, so that was out of the question for now, but he still made you feel safe.
the feeling of being shared and doted on by these two gorgeous men was unreal, and you couldn’t tell if it made you feel like a slut, or like their prized possession .. maybe a bit of both, and maybe you liked it.
he switches topics, asking, “you wanna let bakugo taste your pretty pussy now, angel? is that okay?”
you nod without thinking and bakugo grins, laying you on your back, kissing all down your body while kiri settles into your squishy pillows at the headboard with you between his legs, your back to his chest. kiri is already impossibly hard, but the sight of you with his best friend kissing and licking and biting all over your pretty body makes him so hard that it hurts, with sweet little pearls of pre beading up at his pretty pink tip and rolling down his warm, thick length.
you’re so much smaller than them, so katsuki knows that he has to open you up with his fingers and tongue a bit because there’s no way that he or his best friend will be able to fit inside of you as is. katsuki is a munch, so wishes that he could just lay there and do nothing but suck on your perfect clit like his favorite little piece of candy, but hearing you whine and keen for him while he stretches you out is also a good option.
“fuck, katsuki, you feel so good,” you sigh, already lost in him. your praise goes straight to his ego, and he sucks a deep bruise into your pelvis, rubbing his thumb over your clit. you melt into kirishima, using his muscular thighs as a scratching post, arching into katsuki’s cute mouth and moaning like a bitch in heat.
he’s thorough and he’s nasty, licking up absolutely every inch of you to the point that you instinctively pull away, but kiri keeps a hand spread on your stomach, forcing you down into his friend’s warm, wet mouth and making you take his precise tongue with nowhere to go.
you rock your hips against his face, bakugo relentlessly sucking your clit, with his fingers either sunk into your soft skin, or trying to inch his way inside of your tight cunny, sometimes swapping a thick digit for his tongue as he tries to fit deeper. it’s all too much, and you’re already close again and he can tell, finally curling two of his fingers directly into your sweet spot. you’re crying, your dainty hands in his thick, ash blonde hair as you hold him against your cunt, cumming in his mouth and letting him messily slurp and drink all of your nectar.
he’s kissing all over your body, biting at your chest, and kiri is telling you how fucking good you are for them, how beautiful you are, thanking you for letting them have you like this, how they’ll always take care of you. “fuck me, katsuki, please, I wanna feel it !! I need it, you’re so big .. ” you’re desperate now, all of your shyness becoming replaced by the overwhelming need for pleasure.
“yeah, baby?” kiri laughs. “so impatient. not until you tell us who ate your cute pussy better, okay?” you think about it for a moment, pouting up at him and quietly saying, “k-kitty kat.” kiri’s jaw drops, given how fast he got you off. “that’s my sweet girl.” bakugo gloats, kissing you and kirishima rolls his eyes. “yeah? I’ll just have to fuck you better, then. bakugo, you go first.”
“gladly.”
kats shifts onto his haunches, stroking himself and rubbing his big, intimidating length through your folds. you gasp, and you’re so sensitive that you swear you almost cum just on his tip like that. your pussy flutters around nothing, just in anticipation of being filled to the brim. katsuki senses your anxiety, leaning down to kiss you softly as he starts to slide his thick, lengthy cock inside of your tight entrance, and his sexy, needy groans are even louder than your own.
“so big, please please please please please,” you whine against his lips, your mouth dropping into an “o” as you watch how he hardly fits inside …
“m’sorry, baby, just gotta stretch open this perfect little angel cunt for a second, it’ll feel so good, I promise.” he sighs, kissing you again and gently fucking you on his tip just to open you up.
kirishima is just in awe of the scene before him, how sexy you both are .. he feels like this isn’t even real.
“he’s pretty, isn’t he? but you’re even prettier, baby. look at you taking that big cock, m’so proud of you.” kiri whispers, holding your pretty face with one of his massive hands, so close, and your eyes are entirely focused on him as you nod and kiss his soft lips.
“look at me, pretty girl, I’ve got you.” bakugo demands your attention back on him, roughly grabbing your hips and increasing his pace. he has your legs spread and bent up, his hands secured around the backs of your knees, using one to pinch at your perked nipple every so often, while kiri does the same to the other, making you clench down even harder on katsuki’s thick cock, your eyes nearly crossing.
“inside please, I need it,” you beg, with your face in kiri’s neck while bakugo uses all of his strength to absolutely rail into you, and kiri reaches down so that he can rub at your clit. you cry out katsuki’s name, feeling him stuff you absolutely full, pumping his hot, milky load directly into your cunt over and over again until he can’t hold himself up any longer, groaning into your neck and almost falling into your arms. he’s still half-hard inside of you as his thick cum spills out into a sticky mess around his base, and he could swear that he’s in love.
you’re practically mush by the time your boys switch positions and kiri gets to you. you’re absolutely fucked out by your three orgasms, but still wanting to take everything that they’re giving you.
kiri is sweet, kissing you all over again as if you had just started, sighing deeply as he uses bakugo’s cum to slowly inch his way inside of your perfect, velvety pussy. it’s like he knows exactly what you need, exactly how you like to be fucked, like he’s done this countless times before. he’s absolutely in love with how your snug cunt still grips down onto him, taking his monstrous cock like you were made for it. he’s somehow even bigger than katsuki, mostly in thickness.
“so fucking warm, baby, thank you .. oh my god, that’s my good girl, my cock feels right at home here, yeah?” kirishima rambles, tilting his head back for a second before watching himself pound your cunt, and you wrap your calves around his waist, pulling him even closer. he is so incredibly built, all muscle, but his toned waist is the perfect slutty width to let you slot him even closer.
kats has a gentle hold on your throat with one hand, softly stroking your hair with the other, keeping it out of your face, whispering praises into your ear, watching as his best friend pounds into you and ruins you.
“you’re so small, so tight for me … fuck, I love it … ”
“I-I can feel you .. i-in my tummy, eiji,” you mumble, and he just presses one hand over your stomach, causing you both to moan as he feels his big, thick length moving inside of you. bakugo’s cock throbs against your back as he watches intently, biting his lip to keep quiet.
“so beautiful .. perfect, just look at that, my sweet girl … ”
“give me your cum, eiji, please, I wanna feel it inside, need you both to fill me up .. m’on the pill, I promise,”
“I’ve got you, angel, just let go for me.”
you’re spent, but he feels so good that your body gives you one last orgasm. kirishima is close, and feeling you cum on his fat cock sends him over the edge. he kisses you as he cums inside, softly moaning into your mouth. your back arches and your warm walls pulse around kiri’s cock, greedily milking him for every single last drop and you feel so impossibly full, and your poor kitty is puffy and drenched from the inside and out.
you had never cum this many times in one session before, so everything is a bit numb and ethereal as you melt into them. you can only imagine how messy your makeup is at this point, how you’re covered in sweat and can hardly think or breathe, but they both think that you’re the cutest thing in the world.
kirishima cockwarms you for a moment as you both come down, then replaces his cock with two of his fingers. he slides them inside as gently as possible, knowing all too well how overstimulated you are at this point. you did so fucking good for them. you whimper, nuzzling into katsuki’s chest and he shushes you, watching in awe as kirishima brings his fingers to your pouty lips, letting you suck all of the bittersweet cum off of his digits.
“good girl,” he soothes, “tastes good, yeah?” you just sleepily nod mhm, tilting your head up to kiss katsuki, all messy spit and tongue like a hentai scene, and it makes kirishima’s cock twitch.
“thank you, katsuki, eijiro,” you’re hardly able to speak, but you have to say it.
“thank you, baby, you were so fucking good for us.” kiri sighs against your soft chest, gently kissing and sucking on your nipples to soothe himself after all of the intensity.
“good girl, you can rest now, we’ve got you.” katsuki reassures, and his comforting hands are still all over you, rubbing your sore arms, your thighs, stomach, holding your waist, kissing your face and neck and shoulders until your breathing and heart rate return to normal.
they spend the rest of the night cuddling you, helping you come down. you all wash off in the shower before bathing together, sleepily clinging to your pretty boys, letting them dote on you as you come back to earth at your own pace, brushing your hair for you, then your teeth, massaging lotion into your soft skin, and dressing you in clean, comfy pajamas.
they don’t even ask if they can stay the night, already set on taking care of you and making breakfast in the morning. you’d have a lot to talk about tomorrow …
先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love
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you’re on the gym mat doing deep hamstring stretches, bending over the bench when you glance up and catch his reflection in the mirror wall.
katsuki is standing a few feet back, but his eyes are heavily hooded and glued straight to the curve of your ass. the exact second his eyes shift up and lock onto yours in the glass, he doesn't even flinch or look away.
instead, he steps right up behind you, holding your hips to 'guide' you. "yeah, i'm looking. you're bending over right in front of me, what the hell do you expect?" he grumbled, scoffing to cover his tracks.
"besides, your form is completely shit, idiot." he knows damn well he's lying to himself, and as you lock eyes in the mirror, a smirk spreads across your face, only for him to also smirk with a low chuckle.
𑣲 eijiro —
you’re standing in front of his full-length mirror adjusting the tight outfit you put on for your date, looking in the reflection just in time to catch eijiro leaning against the doorframe, completely mesmerized.
his jaw drops a little the second your eyes meet in the glass, and a huge, proud grin breaks across his face.
he walks right up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull your back flush against his chest as he openly drinks in the sight of how good you look. "yeah, i'm totally staring." he murmured and chuckled against your neck as his hands slide down to your waist.
"it’d be unmanly as hell if i didn't look at my girl when she looks this beautiful. you're making it really hard for us to actually leave the house tonight."
𑣲 izuku —
you’re leaning in close to fix his tie for the hero gala, smoothing down the lapels of his suit jacket when you look up and catch his green eyes heavily hooded, completely ignoring his collar to stare at your lips and the low neckline of your dress.
when you tap his chest to snap him out of it, his face flushes a dark, pretty pink, but his large hands immediately come up to hold your waist gently.
he tugs you closer against his chest, his throat bobbing. "sorry.. i know we're supposed to be leaving." he admits in a quiet voice, with a helpless look in his eyes as he stares down at you. "but you're just so pretty that i completely lost my train of thought, let alone tie this thing."
𑣲 denki —
you two are lounging by the pool on a hot afternoon, the sun beating down on your skin. you sit up on the edge of your chair to smooth a handful of sunscreen over your legs and shoulders, leaning forward to reach the spots you missed.
you glance over and catch him staring at you from behind his sunglasses, his eyes tracking every movement of your hands. when you glare at him, he slowly slides his sunglasses down his nose, and a smug smirk spreads across his face as he leans back on his elbows. "sorry, couldn’t help it."
"you’re putting on a pretty good show over there." he chuckles, entirely shameless as his eyes drag up your waist. he steps over to your chair, tilting his head with a cocky grin. "but you're doing a terrible job with your back. let me help you with that."
𑣲 shoto —
shoto stands behind you in front of the mirror, his fingers holding the zipper of your tight dress. he came as soon as you called for help with the zipper, but he still hasn't pulled it up.
he catches your eye in the reflection and freezes, holding his stare with blushing ears when you tease him. he finally focuses and lets go of the undone zipper to hold your hips.
"sorry." he murmurs bluntly and leans down, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "i'm completely distracted. you shouldn't wear things that look this good on you if we're supposed to be on time."
꒰ 💌 mdni. kirishima won’t let his shy girl look away during missionary. . . ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ
kirishima won’t let you look away, tangled within his muscular frame, all sweaty limbs and breathless gasps wrapped up in pure ecstasy. his body hovers above yours, casting shadows in the dim light spilling through the loose curtains and cool evening air. the sweet smell of vanilla wafts through the room, soft ribbons of smoke curling lazily from the incense he had lit only moments prior.
kirishima always makes sure the moment is sensual, wrapped in a lovesick haze—he’s a very romantic man at heart. and he holds yours with large, calloused hands adorned with various scars that trail up his arms, across his back, and toward his chest like inked medals, tributes to his life as a hero—a man very much capable of violence, yet all soft lips and hushed reassurance when he’s buried beneath the covers with you. his favorite place, he thinks. tucked away with you, lapping at your spoils, while you squirm beneath him, all pretty whimpers and trembling limbs.
the head of his cock traces your slick folds slowly, your pussy aching for his girth to finally stuff your needy hole full. his voice is low, a rasp that settles warm against your skin. you’re feverish underneath him, body practically molded to his, the way he keeps you close. voice rough yet it holds a softness reserved only for you, he’s demanding too—every time you squirm or let your gaze drift to the ceiling, nerves curling tight in your chest during this intimate, overwhelming moment.
“look at me.” he says it like a mantra with such authority that it only makes the wetness between your thighs pool further, the ache inside you growing louder. you shake your head weakly, but his cock pushes through your entrance now, your hole greedily welcoming him, swallowing him down to the base. he’s warm inside you, full in a way that sends a rushing sensation rushing through your body. you need him to move, need him to fuck you dizzy.
“mphm, kiri i need you to mo—”
he thrusts once, rutting his hips into you slowly—just enough to graze your sweet spot, sending a rush of white-hot pleasure through your body, before stilling almost immediately.
“like that?” he asks, voice strained, and you can tell it’s taking everything in him not to keep going.
his grin is wild, sharp, shark-like teeth glinting as the edges of his lips curl cruelly. he waits, blood-red eyes fixed on you, and even through the haze of lust you can feel the weight of his stare.
he’s waiting for you to cave.
you know he won’t give in until you look at him.
despite the urge to curl away and hide, you slowly turn, your eyes catching the velvet softness hidden within his stare. your heart—the very organ tasked with keeping you alive—beats so rapidly you fear it may give one final pump and finally surrender as you weakly meet his devoted gaze.
his soul seems to brim in the irises of his eyes, to spill from the pads of his fingertips—the same ones that catch your jaw the moment you falter and turn away again, burying yourself in the plush pillow where the faint scent of lilies lingers in the fabric from the detergent you’d washed it with.
his touch is warm as he cups your jaw, fingers pressing gently into your skin, thumb tracing idly over the softness of your bottom lip.
“look at me, i wanna see that pretty face.”
your cheeks bloom a deep red under his honeyed words. “shut up, you’re so dumb,” you mutter, completely flustered, shoving his hand away—but it only makes him chuckle. his face drops into the crook of your shoulder, deep crimson locks spilling forward, bangs falling into his eyes before he brushes them aside. he looks slightly disheveled, completely open for you.
his thumb presses against your lips before slipping past them, kneading gently at your gums as a boyish grin spreads across his face. “you’re so cute. you have no reason to be shy, baby… just keep looking at me, hm?” he murmurs. when he pulls his thumb free, saliva glistens along the pad of it. you bite down lightly, leaving behind faint marks from your teeth.
“she bites,” he says, something wild flickering across his expression.
his hands find yours, fingers interlacing as he pins them above your head, hips rocking into you with a steady, building rhythm. your eyes stay locked on him, both of you slick with heat, the sounds of him filling you echoing in the tight space between you. his thrusts turn fast, erratic—until he slows just enough to drag against your g-spot, chasing the way your breath stutters at the curve of him.
his forehead falls against yours, maroon strands spilling around you both like a curtain shielding you from the world outside your windows. one hand slips free to cup your face, thumb tracing soft circles into your skin. kirishima’s lips find yours again, his tongue brushing along the seam of your mouth, asking—before taking. you melt into him, breaths tangled, shared, stolen, given back all at once, inhaling each other’s oxygen, greedily consuming it. a perfect depiction of love.
his other hand leaves yours, drifting lower, finding the swollen bud of your clit. he rubs slow, light circles—barely there—but paired with the heat of his mouth, the wet press of his tongue, and the steady thrust of his cock, it’s enough to make your thighs shake. he smells like warm cedarwood and clean soap, layered with something faintly musky and lived-in, like he’s just stepped out of training, and it clings to him in a way that’s completely intoxicating—you’re drunk off his scent.
his movements falter just slightly, hips stuttering as your body tightens around him, pulsing.
“fuck…” he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you. “she’s gripping me.”
his forehead presses harder to yours, almost too much. “you feel so good… look so pretty when you finish on my cock, my sweet baby,” he coos.
your nails dig into his broad back, crescent marks forming as you cling to him.
“gonna spill,” he mutters under his breath.
you wrap your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, refusing to let go. he glances down at you, breath catching, a half-laugh breaking free.
“you’re sure you don’t want me to pu—”
you only tighten your hold, thighs squeezing his torso.
he laughs, breathless, grin sharp and besotted with fondness, “greedy girl.”
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Izuku
He gasped in tandem with you as you soaked the sheets. Izuku's fingers slowly coming to a stop on your overworked clit. "D-did you just..?"
His eyes were wide and his pupils were blown out. Your hips shook and you leaked the last little bit out, you felt like you were floating on cloud nine. "Holy shit that's.. so hot." Izuku's voice was shaky, he was rock hard leaking at the sight of you. All you could do was whimper as Izuku bent down to lap up the mess.
Katsuki
Katsuki was fucking into you from behind and he had brought his rough hand to rub your sweet pussy. Your clit was puffy and far too sensitive. He groaned and fucked into your g-spot, bullying your spongy insides until your brain was mush.
You had been babbling for a while now, but as you got closer you got quieter, more focused on this strange feeling. It built fast and suddenly your legs were shaking. Katsuki watched as you waterfalled onto the bed and he was immediately cumming with you.
Eijiro
"Ei- Eijiro, it feels.. mmfg" Your voice broke as he kept the vibrator held against your soaked cunt. He responded lowly, "Come on baby, use your words. How does it feel?"
"It feels like I'm gonna pee- ah! Slow down.." He shook his head and held the toy in place. Your hips were bucking, unsure of if they were chasing the pleasure or running from it. "That's how you know you're close, just let it go.."
He rubbed your back as you had the most life changing orgasm of your life.
Denki
His face was buried in-between your thighs as you came, splashing his face in your liquids. You gripped his now soaked hair tightly and he moaned aloud. "Oh fuck! I didn't know you could do this, did you know you could do this?"
Denki almost laughed to himself, not at you but more at how wet he now was. He licked his lips and groaned. He loved the taste, Denki began to lick up the remaining liquid from your pussy. Overstimulating your poor, sensitive and used pussy. You whined but made no effort to stop him.
fellas, is it manly to call ur girl 'mommy'? — ᨳଓ . kirishima x f!reader
with his entire face buried into your chest, kirishima lets out a low grumble.
“does that feel good?” you ask him, giving him gentle pats on his head while playing with his bright red hair.
nodding vigorously, kirishima adjusts himself to be more comfortable on your chest, deepening your cuddling position.
“yes, mommy-“ just as he says that, you discreetly go to grab your phone.
“what, baby?”
“you make me feel so good, i’m mommy's good boy,” he huffs into your chest, oblivious to the fact you’re recording the rare sight that is your boyfriend being so obedient.
unfortunately, your notifications weren’t on silent, and the ding of the message from your phone makes your boyfriend jolt up, making him directly notice the camera in front of him.
“wow, wow, wow pause,” he says, trying to play off the previous interaction like it was nothing.
he adjusts himself on the bed. now you’re laying on his chest while he has his hands wrapped around you. he grabs your phone and puts himself back on focus.
“nothing to see here, bye bye,” he talks into the camera before turning it off and now looking you directly in the eye.
“what was that about!”
“hey, it was just for me, i thought it was sweet…”
“sweet isn’t manly baby,”
you poke his bicep and run your fingers over his neck. placing gentle kisses all over his neck and arms, making him fold instantly.
“i’m sure calling your girl ‘mommy’ is top tier manliness,” you reply, trying to comfort and appeal to your boyfriend’s one and true desire. your hands find their way to his inner tighs, and you smile to yourself as you notice his very obvious excitement.
