and you'll complain about it, listing off reasons on your pretty, young, manicured fingers why he needs to shave, tapping each one against his chest. he'll just tilt his head, give you that lazy, lopsided smirk, and grunt a simple, "nah."

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki and the way he met you — this bright, pretty thing tucked away behind rows of blooms — when he ducked into a floral shop for a last-minute birthday gift for the old hag. how he saw you there, sleeves rolled up, soil caked on your delicate hands, loose strands of hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, and how you just blew them away without a second thought — left him absolutely weak in the knees.

your laugh was brighter than any flower in that whole damn shop, and your eyes?

god, your eyes put every petal to shame.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who lingered way longer than he should have, asking the dumbest questions known to man about orchids, tulips, lilies, and roses, just so he could hear you talk. how you lit up at every answer, spilling all these little facts with that animated sparkle in your voice.

he didn't even like flowers.

but he liked you.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who kept coming back to that little shop for months after. at first, it was excuses — shitty ones, too. "forgot what kinda flowers she liked," he'd mutter. "need somethin' for a friend."

but pretty soon, there weren't any excuses left. he was just there, like clockwork, hanging on your every word, wrapped around your finger like some lovesick, pathetic mutt.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki whose hands are rough, calloused from decades of labor — decades that stretch back to before you were even born. big, scarred palms that make your soft skin feel like silk in comparison.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who takes a little longer to get out of bed in the mornings, always grumbling about his bad back, how he needs time to "get movin’."

but really, he just wants an excuse to pull you in close — press you flush against him, soak in the heat of you — and watch your pretty eyelashes flutter while you sleep.

and he has to be there when you wake up.

he needs to see those gorgeous eyes make sure they find him first thing in the morning.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who hadn't even thought about dating for years — too busy, too bitter, too tired — until he stumbled into you. all doe-eyed and sweet, so eager and fresh-faced you knocked the damn wind outta him.

made him awkward again, made him red-faced and desperate to impress you.

and all the boys you had before? college kids, jerks who only cared about frat parties and notches on their belts. they didn’t know the first thing about taking care of someone like you.

but katsuki did. he was older. more patient. rough around the edges, sure — but he knew how to make you feel good, how to take his time and worship you like you deserved.

getting there, though?

getting there was tricky.

you were both such messes, two bumbling, nervous idiots, fumbling around each other like awkward teenagers.

but god, it was worth it.

a/n: based on this request lmk if you guys are wanting to see more of this, masterlist link here. and tysm for 1k followers!

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cw: aged up characters .. smutttt .. i snuck my forced intox kink in here .. author is urban .. some misogyny if u squint, author has unorthodox fantasies. cw for possessiveness.. Heed this warning like he’s crazy your honor , and degradation . and umm one singular use of mommy LMAO one singular i Promise . etc etc this is a proudgoonette production

˚.💌༘⋆ : y/n, a young woman in search for a job, is hired as a secretary by pro-hero dynamight. however, things take a turn when their professional relationship turns into an inappropriate one. wc:2.7k | art - kongpp003 | ♬⋆.˚ i'm your man by leonard cohen

tropes: boss x secretary, dom katsuki (?), reader is freaked out sorry guys this is SO self-indulgent. spitting in mouth, bending over the table,0ral (f receiving), 0verst!mulat!0n, sp@nk!ng, restrain (hands and mouth), f!nger!ng, ch0k!ng. i don't own any characters, songs, or movies mentioned. this is simply for fun. lol.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

you initially joined dynamight’s agency as a means to get money, you were desperately seeking any position. heck, you’d even agree to clean the already polished windows if it means some form of incentive.

crashing economy always leads to the most crude routes to gain employment.

so, when you saw a sign outside his agency in bold red writing saying ‘secretary wanted’ you were sure you struck gold.

you stare at yourself in the mirror, after an hour of preening yourself to show up for this interview, you’re finally satisfied with what’s reflecting back to you. you run your palms down your waist, letting out a deep breath, and gathering your things before heading out. the entire commute there, your mind is filled with all forms of prospective questions that could be asked by whoever is interviewing you.

unintentionally, your mind wonders off to thinking about dynamight. his actual name is katsuki bakugou. how beddable, even his name is tempting.

if you were still deep in your juvenescence you would 100% have photos of him on your wall and kiss your soft toy imagining it's him. he's everything sexy and masculine personified. what a bummer it is forseeable he won't be interviewing you.

the building of his agency is sleek and lavish, black and navy blue with his hero colours making up meagre amounts of details. your heels click on the luxury vinyl planks as you make yourself comfortable in the waiting room.

to your suprise, you're the only person in the line. maybe you're the last person to be interviewed?

"miss y/l?" calls out a very handsome man in an elegant suit with shoulder lenght black hair and striking almond eyes.

man, is everyone in this agency going to be hyper-attractive models?

you look at his name tag, however all it says is assistant g, rich people names are next level. no ardent judgement, but 'assistant' is definitely a unique choice for a first name.

"my name is gensho, i'm dynamight's assistant," he says, offering you the most adorable smile that meets his eyes.

you smile back instantly, however, you soon realise your previous foolishness. his name tag says assistant g, as in, he's an assistant and his first initial is 'g', not that his first name is 'assistant'. well damn.

he guides you to your chair and cleans his throat.

"look, you're hired-"

"what!" you reply instantly, taken aback at the words coming out of this ridiculously good looking guys face.

"listen, no one wants to be the secretary of someone as impertient as dynamight...the last two left crying after their first week here. so please, we'll give you accomodation and food...just please sign here," he states, voice so incredbily earnest as he points to the dotted signature line at the end of the contract.

you nod, taking in the information, however you're an intelligent and pensive women. you read each line of the contract conscientiously, being attentive to every dot point and semicolon. tilting your head, you've come to the realisation that there's no apparent terms or conditions which would put your livelihood in peril. so, you sign it.

assistant g flashes you his previous smile, but you honestly wish he was flashing you in other ways.

that night, you go to bed looking forward for whatever is to come. you book a nail appointment, buy expensive hair products, and step foot in designer stores with foreign names you can't bloody pronounce.

──the next morning ──

clack, clack, clack.

your freshly manicured nails tap on the binder filled with paperwork given to you to complete before your first day. the environment of the agency is best compared to that of an airport. everything is orderly and you end up seing hyper attractive people you never thought you would.

however, there is one guy which you haven't unfortunately seen yet -- dynamight himself. you toy with your bottom lip, your dissapointment written all over your face.

just then, you hear the loudest foot steps you think you've ever heard in your entire life.

"I TOLD YOU THESE DUMB FUCKING LOSERS ON THESE ONLINE FORUMS OPINIONS ARE NOT MY CONCERN AND YET YOU STILL KEEP MENTIONING THEM"

there can truly only be one person on earth capable to have enough confidence to yell this loud indoors. you look up, and all you see is prominent veins and a sharp jawline. your mind registering it's dynamight only when his crimson eyes meet yours.

maybe it's delusion, maybe it's manifestation but for a split second you see his eyebrows relax.

you intrinsicly stand up, better your posture, and display your name tag that has secretary written on it.

his eyes narrow, and he looks back at assitant g. to which, assistant g returns his signature smile at the two of you.

"i'll leave boss and secretary be," he says, tapping dynamight's shoulder and caressing your left arm as he walks off.

dynamight doesn't speak, but he does open the door open for you as you enter his office. it's painfully boring, you think to yourself at first, but after looking around deeper you find cute details.

an all-might funko pop.

a photo from his u.a. days shows him standing beside three guys -- one with bright red hair, one with yellow hair, and one with black hair. in the background, a pink‑haired girl and another girl with dark purple hair are pulling silly faces. at the bottom of the picture frame, it says bakusquad4ever.

red riot? chargebolt? cellophane ? pinkie? earphone jack?

of course all the top heroes went to school together.

your eyes then land on a shelf full of shojo manga -- yona of the dawn, fruits basket, ao haru ride.

there's also a photo of him from when he was younger, smiling, with what is likely his mother and father as they both kiss each of his cheeks. he was a very chubby baby.

"stop staring stalker," says dynamight, body language quite nonchalant for someone usually so explosive.

"sorry, sir dynamight," you reply, looking down, worried about what's to come.

"sir dynamight?" he repeats out loud.

you look up at him, confused and startled. did you say something wrong?

"sorry..."

" stop saying 'sorry' !"

"sorry-"

dynamight slams his hands on the desk, jaw tightening.

you take a deep breath, on the verge of tears now, and you hand him your binder filled with paper-work. you stamped it off with a cute smiley face, something which dynamight noticed as he traces his coarse finger on the outline of it.

"what was this for?" he asks.

"about your calvin klein photoshoot, just the contract formation of it," you reply, voice uncharacteristically soft.

he lets out an mmm, almost like a groan. his eyes find yours and he stares at your face like a madman.

"you know about my past secretary's right? fired them all because they were useless"

"yeah," you reply.

"are you going to be useless?"

"no, sir dynamight," you reply, closing your eyes.

"don't close your eyes," he says and you promptly open them up.

“you know, my past secretary’s were all incredibly bossy. they’d try and put up a fight with me, but i like you…,” he says, loosening his tie.

“what’s your name?”

“y/n l/n, sir dynamight,” you reply, eyes on his.

are you going insane or is this incredibly inappropriate?

you grab the nearest pen, and in the midst of toying with your lips, you bring the pen up to your mouth. trying to provoke him, to get confirmation that these butterflies you’re feeling in your stomach aren’t one-sided. that this tension isn’t only eating you alive.

he digs in his draws and brings out a large stack of paper work. he slides them over to you, giving you a smile.

“i’m going to have to leave for patrol now, finish these by tomorrow,” he says, getting up from his chair. as he’s about to walk past you, he stops.

his fingers grab the pen on your lip and he pulls it away, his finger now finding the spot where the pen once was. you feel your heart beat increase at the physical contact of his finger tip to your lips.

“my pen aren't for toying around, y/n,”

you nod frantically as you look up at him. his fingers leave your lips. you internally whine. come back. touch me again.

he doesn’t, he closes the door and gets ready for his hero duties.

──the next day ──

staring at the dishevelled pile of clothes infront of you, you're conflicted on what to wear exactly. you want to wear something to impress sir dynamight, something that will make him captivated by you, something that'll make his jaw drop.

the outfit you picked out is similar to what you wore yesterday, but this time you pick out a red thong and lowered your skirts waist-band.

too promiscuous? eh, you knew your end goal.

the office is the same as it was the last time you saw it. you're hawk-eyed for sir dynamight, eyes switching left to right in the midst of you double-checking the papers work you were asked to do. truthfully, the paper work you completed defintely falls short to what is accepted. but you're a woman with a plan.

you want him to bend you over on his desk, toy with the thong, put his fingers in your mouth, and do whatever he wants to do to you. whatever. he. wants. to. do. to. you. emphasis on that.

a pen finds its way to you, and you begin to feel the sleekness of it. it's dark green and your finger-tips run up and down the orange accents. you eye down the size, likely 5 inches? or 5.5 if we're being generous.

how big would sir dynamight be?

you search up his name on the internet to see if other horny girls have thought the same.

pro-hero dynamight full body photos, you type into the agency laptop.

oh boy was he incredibly gifted.

an intersting forum catches your eye.

pro-hero catching print discussion [CLOSED]

ah the wonders of the internet. you click with zero thought, of course you were curious!

-- okay so i think...chargebolt 5, red riot 7 but a lot bigger when it's hard, shoto 6.5, dynamight 7!

7? 7 inches...seven inches...hmm. that would be more than sufficient for your needs.

just then, you hear the door unlock, and you abruptly shut down the laptop.

"good morning, y/n," says sir dynamight as he enters the room. today he's wearing a navy suit with a red tie. are you becoming besotted on horniness or is the shade of his tie similar to that of the thong you're wearing?

get it together y/n, you have a plan.

"good morning, sir dynamight"

he looks at you, no emotion on his face being conveyed other than his usual pique. you move your hands to your neck, massaging the area to reveal more skin to him.

he shakes his head and lets out a dissapointed sigh. okay, ouch. you remove your hand from your neck and straighten up your posture.

"how was patrol yesterday?"

"good"

"that's good"

he didn't reply back and started flicking through the paper work you completed. or lack there of. his hands grip up onto the binder and his eyebrows furrow.

he gets up and walks up right behind you, slamming the binder infront of you as he adjusts his face next to your head.

"do you think this position is some kind of joke?"

"no, sir dynamight, i'm unsure of what you're reffering to...," you reply, voice compliant.

he opens up the binder and points to the pages where you've left the work half-finished, or written question marks on instead of any form of an adequate attempt.

"i was just unsure of what to put there," you defend yourself but he is not having any of it.

he takes your hair and moves it away from your neck, his breath dynamic against your skin. you shift your gaze to his eyes, his face and yours mere inches apart. he moves his face closer, like you’re both on the brink of kissing. your breath hitches and he lets out a groan.

“get up,” he says and you do, not like you were given much of an option as he removed your chair the moment he opened his mouth.

his hands grip your hips as he adjusts your stomach and chest to face against the table. you blink three times to make sure what’s happening isn’t something you’re day dreaming about. it’s actually happening, right now. pro hero dynamight has you bending over on his desk.

his hands grip your hips tighter, and he lifts your skirt up mercilessly, placing a firm slap to your ass. you let out a whine and arch your back more, revealing your red thong. he notices it instantly, his fingertips running up and down the thin fabric before he lifts it up high.

“this is not in dress code,” sir dynamight says before he drops the thong which hits your bare skin, causing you to whine once again.

you nod, finally conjuring up some words to say.

"do you do this with all your secretarys?"

"no, you're the first one who's made these obtuse mistakes and got my dick this hard," he says, using his fingers to open your mouth, making you suck his fingers for a good while before spitting in your mouth. you instantly swallow to which he chuckled and gives you another spank.

your body temperature instantly grows hotter as his lewd words turn you on. you attempt to shift your body to face him but he instantly moves you back to the position he had you in prior. his fingers find your aching wet hole, middle and index finger rubbing circles and playing in your wetness. he shoves his crotch against your legs, making you feel his hardness. definitely a lot bigger than seven inches.

unable to control yourself, you let out a loud moan to which he responds instantly by placing another swat to your ass, pulling down your thong and putting it in your mouth.

“shh” says sir dynamight, undoing his red tie before grabbing your two hands and wrapping them together tightly with his tie. he places your hands onto your back strenly.

his finger goes back to rubbing circles around your wetness, however this time he bends down to your inner thigh. little by little, he places gentle kisses all around the area but ignoring the one part where you want his tongue the most. you’re not exactly complaining though, the sensation of his fingers and mouth near your sensitivity is all you could ever ask for.

just as you’re about to stop mentally mithering, his mouth finds your clit and his fingers enter inside your hole. oh. my. gosh. you roll your eyes and let out moans which get muffled through the thong in your mouth.

he takes that as an invitation to go harder, rougher with his tongue strokes and finger movements. he adjusts himself so his mouth and fingers are angled perfectly to hit just the spot. as soon as he finds it, your brain short-circuits and you come undone.

but to sir dynamight, this is an invitation to keep going. your knees become wobbly and you're practically choking on the thong, your muffled moans of pleasure turned into pain is what makes him realise he needs to immediately stops.

sir dynamight gets up and kisses your cheek. the warmth gone from between your inner tighs causing you great dissapointment.

his fingers find your lips and he removes the thong from your mouth, shaking his head at the excessive amounts of spit dropping from it. he undoes your hands from the tie wrapped around your hands.

looking down at the ground, you spot something in sir dynamight's eyes you never thought you would -- regret ? dissapointment ? shame ?

"we can't do this 24 hours a day, seven days a week...," he admits, contrastingly shy and reticent compared to his previous demeanour.

"why not?" you reply, voice coming out needier than intended.

he ties his red tie up, and shakes his head.

"you're not going to fire me are you...,"

"no, uh, just...fix up those spelling mistakes. i'll see you tomorrow," replies sir dynamight before locking the door behind him.

in your stomach you feel all kinds of emotions. disenchanted at the adrupt end of what seemed to be leading to more, but moreso grateful that he hadn't fired you.

as you open up the binder again you spot unfamiliar writing at the top.

phone number - ### ### ###

you can call me katsuki.

success!

cw age gap, fem reader, & sexual content. may be slightly ooc

older katsuki… who just loves coming home to you and hearing about all of the things you’ve done throughout the day, “Look Katsuki I made banana muffins.” before you shove all your treats into his face.

older katsuki… who has grown broader, and softer more mature and who just loves to give all his wisdom to you like an old grandma

older katsuki… that loves to come home and have you kiss all down his neck and chest until you yank his pants of with your teeth and give him teasing little kisses all over his shaft until he gets impatient and shoves his length all down your throat.

older katsuki… that loves to rough you up so he can kiss you better and buy you whatever your little heart desires afterwards

older katsuki… who loves the thought of making you a mommy

older katsuki… who just loves to keep you needy for him

a/n: sos i fell in love w making smaus

chars: k. bakugo, i. midoriya, s. todoroki, e. kirishima, d. kaminari, h. sero

a/n: i just need this

d. kaminari + s. hanta + d. kirishima 

“fuck baby, just like that.” denki groans, leaning back on the couch as you bounce up and down on his cock. 

“denki i just- mmf! denki ‘m so full.” 

bang! the front door slams open and snap your neck, continuing to ride denki as his roommates walk in. 

“shit.” kirishima covers his eyes, clicking the door shut behind him.

“damn.” sero tilts his head, watching the way your ass jiggles after each sticky smack. 

“dude!” kirishima slaps a hand over sero’s eyes. 

“sorry.” denki calls out. “left half the blunt in the ashtray.” his hands grab your ass, scooting lower and starts fucking up into you. “fuck baby.” spank!

“we’ll-”

“nghhh!” you toss your head back. “fuck denki, i’m gonna- ahhh!” you gasp, spine straightening as your orgasm washes through you. 

“move your fuckin hand.” sero slaps kirishima’s hand away. 

“light it and pass it.” denki looks over your shoulder.

“wha- now?” kirishima drops his other arm, trying to look anywhere but at you. 

sero is already walking towards the ashtray and taking a seat next to the both of you. “what? denki’s room too dirty for you, sweetheart?” blunt between his lips as he lights it. 

“nah, she couldn’t wait.” denki bucks up into you, reaching over as sero passes the blunt. 

“shouldn’t you.. like cover up, man.” kirishima winces when you turn to him with a pout. 

“don’t like lookin at me, kiri?” you reach for him and his cheeks flush. 

“think he likes lookin at you too much.” denki chuckles. “go over there.” he lifts you off his dick and plops you down on kiri’s lap. 

“dude!? i- ??” he holds his hands up and squeezes his eyes shut. 

“wanna fuck her?” denki lulls his head to the side and you roll your hips. 

“can i fuck kiri?” you whine at denki. “please?” you push your lower lip out. 

“and what about me?” sero pouts his lips out.

“what do you think baby?” denki offers you a lazy smile. “wanna give my friends a ride?” he passes you the blunt. 

“mhm mhm.” you nod quickly, taking a hit and pushing it back into denki’s hand. 

you lean forward, pressing your lips to kiri’s and blowing the smoke in his mouth. sero and denki watch at the way kiri flushes under your touch as you shove your hands under his shorts. you whine when his cock pops out, already glistening with little beads of pre. 

“‘s big.” you lean back and pump him once before lifting up on your knees. 

“bet he’ll cum in 2 minutes.” sero chuckles, watching the way you slide kiri up and down your folds. 

“nahh, i give him 5.” denki pushes sero’s chest. 

“guys..” he groans as you sink onto his tip. “shut up.” his hands grip your waist as he looks up at you. “pretty. so pretty baby.” he nods as you take inch after inch. 

“you’re a pretty baby too.” sero purrs in denkis ear, plucking the blunt out of his hand and dabbing it out in the ashtray.

“wha- hah! fuck sero.” sero’s hand wraps around denki’s cock

“forgot how squirmy you get.” sero thumbs at his underside. “she’s got you fuckin soaked.” he hums, pumping him faster. 

you can’t decide if you want to look down at kiri as you suck him in or over at the way sero has denki’s hips jerking off the couch. kiri grinds his hips up and your attention falls to him, eyes fluttering as he repeats the movement. his hands grip your waist as he starts to fuck up into you, not letting you do any of the work. 

“shit hanta.” denki can’t help the way he fucks up into sero’s hand. 

“gonna cum before ei?” sero chuckles. 

“shut up.” denki’s thighs shake. 

“nghh!” you’re clinging onto kiri as he pounds up into you. 

kirishima has you held tightly to his chest as he snaps his hips up onto yours. your pussy is strangling his cock, your lips brushing against his neck as you whimper right into his ear. his fingers harden into your skin and your walls flutter, thighs shaking, with one more harsh snap of his hips, you cum with a cry of his name. 

“shitshitshit.” kiri holds you down on his thighs as he fills you. 

you turn your head to the side and find denki sated, breathing heavy with cum all over his abs and sero slowly jerking himself. sero gives you a lazy smile and reaches out a hand to you and you lift off of kiri. sero helps you over to him and slides you right down onto his cock.

“got you all to myself.” he brushes your hair back. 

“hanta.” your lashes flutter. 

“hm?” he slowly starts to fuck you up and down.

“‘m so tired.” you rest your head on his shoulder. “just.. use me. please.” 

“ohhh, i know baby.” he coos, trailing a hand up your spine. 

sero scoots down until you’re laying on his chest and he can fuck up into you. each drag out and push back in has your toes curling, little puffs of air leaving your lips and splaying across his warm skin. you press kisses all over his neck, trembling in his arms, breath catching as an orgasm already bursts through you. 

“s’okay. i got you.” he rubs your back when he feels the tears on his neck. 

“feels s’good.” you’re practically limp in his arms. 

you peek out of his neck and see denki staring at you with lidded eyes as he strokes himself. you blink past him and kiri is doing the same, lips parted and letting out little moans. sero bucks up into you and you bury yourself back into his neck. 

“focus on me.” 

your hands tangle in his hair, gummy walls spasming around him at his low words. he hits that one spot and you gasp, yanking on his hair and he grins. he pushes against it over and over until you’re cumming and whining as he starts to fill you. 

“can’t move.” you’re limp against him. 

“don’t gotta.” denki rubs your back. 

“gonna clean you up real nice.” he hums. 

instead of taking you to the bath, they take you to denkis room and lay you back on the bed. each taking turns sucking the cum out of you. 

bang! the front door opens and snaps shut.  

“denki!!! why does the apartment smell like sex?” you hear katsuki walking down the hall. “you idiots didn’t invite me?” 

“kats.” you squirm. 

“they make you cum?” 

“mhm.” a nod of your head. 

“they clean you up yet?” he looks at the way they have your legs spread wide. 

“mm-mm.” you shake your head. 

“wanna take a bath?” he grins when you nod your head. 

bakugou is only drinking because you’re on holiday right now with your girls. without you around, his whole routine has gone out of whack. no visiting you after work or picking you up from your writing class. no lounging on your sofa as he cooks you fancy pasta in your tiny kitchen with your roommate next door. he saves some for her also.

bakugou feels like a train run off the tracks, a zombie in his body, all the colours in his world have fallen flat.

so he’s taken to one of the most popular vices, alcohol with his buddies. his buddies aren’t helping. kaminari doesn’t know how to please this new girl he’s seeing and kirishima thinks he’s suitable to give advice. the third beer bakugou has downed makes them less annoying. just a smidge.

bakugou leans his head on the back of kirishima’s sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. his beer fisted on his knee. you’re probably leaving the beach now, in that pretty striped bikini you snapped a photo of a few hours ago. you said you were going to sunbathe, eat snacks, listen to music and read your book. group solo time you said. he wishes he was with you now.

“and i know she’s going to leave me for it,” kaminari whines into his palms, “b-but i tell her that i can keep going but she says no she’s fine. i think she finds it awkward because i just came and she hasn’t.”

kirishima knocks his empty can on his coffee table. it’s surprising he’s even got one in his only basic necessities needed bachelor pad.

“you don’t finger her at the beginning? eat her out? girls love that.”

bakugou looks at his phone. no notifications from you. he huffs.

“why are you huffing and not helping me! i’m crying for help here!” kaminari moans, then burps right after. bakugou winces. “i do all the foreplay! she doesn’t come during that either!”

bakugou entertains him. he swings his head on the sofa to look at one of his longest friends. “the fuck are you doin’ if she’s not comin’ when you’re eatin’ her?”

even though kaminari asked him, he and kirishima turn to look at bakugou with these slow drunken blinks.

“hah? what?”

“what do you know about….” kaminari starts.

kirishima leans forward to his best friend, truly interested in his answer, “sexually pleasing women?”

“what are you two idiots on? obviously i know.” though bakugou flushes red at the topic.

sure he’s not the most experienced in womenkind but he is in one. he knows what you like.

“wait how—,” kirishima starts but kaminari cuts in with desperation neither men have seen before.

“kacchan how!” he cries, hands clasped together and shaking in bakugou’s face. “how do i make my lady orgasm?”

bakugou’s quick to push kaminari away, having him fly to the other side of the sofa but still, he looks to him for answers with eager eyes.

“get the hell off me!” bakugou says then remembers to check his phone. still no text from you. not even an update on the sunset on the beach? a selfie? damn. he shuts his device and looks to his friends. “the problem is you idiots callin’ it foreplay. touchin’ her is sex.”

“kacchan!” he urges.

“fuck! i usually eat her out and when she’s close, i add in my fingers. shit has her comin’ down my wrist on command.” bakugou blurts like the words were dragged out of his throat. then his blush deepens. he takes a swig of his beer.

kaminari’s mouth gapes open, “what the fuck? tell me HOW. in DETAIL!”

“who?” kirishima asks, tilting his chair to look at bakugou properly. “why didn’t you tell your brothers you had a girlfriend?”

“none of your fuckin’ business.”

“i bet you told deku!”

“fuck off about deku…,” then bakugou sighs. no notifications, “i met her through round face. she told him.”

“guys we’re going off topic. tell me how kacchan.” kaminari asks, about to crawl into bakugou’s lap.

bakugou shrugs. large motions all huffy and dramatic.

“it’s f-fuckin’ instinctual,” bakugou rubs his eyes. alcohol and thinking about your pussy around his friends. this wasn’t how he was expecting his evening to go. “i just suck and lick at her clit. i’m loud and messy with it… she likes that. stick my tongue in her, kiss her thighs. i dunno i just do everythin’. then when she’s about to come, she gets all grabby at my hair, pushin’ my head into her so i finger her. she explodes with these cute ass squeals.”

“shit, man,” from kirishima.

“damn kacchan… feel like i needa be making notes.” kaminari inches towards bakugou and bakugou grunts, spreading his legs to get comfortable. “but wait, before that, what happens? and what’s the technique when you give head? a—and your fingers—,”

it’s the alcohol that makes bakugou really consider his questions. thinking about you softens him, gets him warm and fuzzy inside.

“my woman told me that foreplay starts in the mornin’. she likes when i kiss her awake and sweet talk her. cute texts during the day. cookin’ for her and havin’ a plan for the evenin’ even if it’s watchin’ a movie. means when we start makin’ out on the sofa she’s climbin’ all over me, grindin and feelin’ for my dick.”

bakugou looks his friends up and down. “i don’t do all that to get my dick wet though. i do it ‘cause i like seein’ her happy.” then after frowning, “i do like eatin’ her pussy. i miss her.”

kirishima feels the urge to open hinge and messaging his matches. he wants whatever his best friend has.

“where is she?”

“on holiday with her friends.”

“why didn’t you go?”

“i said with her fuckin’ friends. i’m not her friend. why would i be there?” he snaps.

kirishima shrugs. “can we see a photo? what’s she look like?”

bakugou can do that. he goes into his photo gallery. he’s got so many photos of you to choose from.

“do you alternate between small licks and big licks? and your fingers, what’s the motion?”

bakugou rolls his lips in pondering, “big one at the start just to taste everythin’. then small licks on her clit. whatever gets her moanin’ loud.” he lazily flicks through selfies of you, “i curl my fingers inside her. brush against her insides.”

“and—,”

“this her.” bakugou thrusts his phone in his friends faces.

it’s a selfie you took yesterday on a boat in your striped bikini. the sun beams down on you beautifully, making you glow while the sea is bright blue behind you. you’re smiling, squinting slightly from the sun.

“don’t look too goddamn hard!” he barks once two heads duck closer to his phone.

“what’s her name? she’s gorgeous?”

“oh wow!”

bakugou doesn’t have a chance to answer when his phone is overcome from a phone call, showing your first name and last name.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” bakugou whips up from his seat, “she hasn’t called all day. i’m goin’ into your bedroom. don’t wait up for me.”

bakugou storms into kaminari’s bedroom, answering the phone in haste, “baby, finally. i’ve been waitin’ for you to call… no, i’m not drunk…. just a lil.”

once the bedroom door clicks shut, kirishima sighs, “i’m gonna get back on hinge… actually maybe ochako has some friends for me?”

KITTY

Warnings: mature/NSFW content, afab reader, catgirl!hybrid reader, heat cycles

((I'm finally going to start to post again, or at least try to. I've missed this sm))

Your heat started at the worst possible moment.

It started early and without warning so you had no time to prepare. Eijiro was out at work and you couldn't call him. Making a nest alone and mid way through heat is like torture, since your body was actively fighting against you. All you could do for the next few hours was to wait until Eijiro came back to help.

He walked in on an interesting sight. You were whining loud and needy, body slick with sweat. You were humping your pillow over and over and your ears were flat on your head. As soon as you saw him you moaned. You rolled over onto all fours and presented your ass to him.

"O-oh shit..did your heat start..?"

You let out a moan of agreement that was muffled by the pillow your face was smushed against. Guilt shot through Eijiro's body, you had probably been like this for hours and he wasn't here for you. Tripping over his feet as he walked, he rushed over to you.

"Why didn't you call me? How long have you- does it hurt?"

"Just.. please" you while, arching your back even more. You just needed him badly.

Eijiro could feel his cock twitching in his pants and he knew what he needed to do. He began to quickly strip, fumbling with the belt and tossing things to the side until he was bare.

The heat that was coming of your body was unreal, and incredibly arousing. There must have been something in the air.

Eijiro rubbed your hips and you rocked back towards him. "Stay still." Your stomach twisted at the sound of his voice, you were dripping wet. His hands worked all over you but not for as long as he would usually like. He didn't want to torture you anymore.

Tearing your panties to the side, Eijiro bit back a moan. He wanted a taste so bad. He knew you wanted his cock though, so he decided to wait. He lined his flushed pink tip up to you, rubbing it through your folds a few times before pushing in. He was gentle at first, but you took him so well he couldn't help but thrust it all in at once.

You moaned as Eijiro split you open. Relief hit your body as you were finally filled up. "Mggfg.. so good" you pushed your hips back into him, begging for more.

Eijiro began to pound into you, he grabbed your hands. He pulled them from the pillow you were gripping onto and held them firmly behind your back. You whined and fell further into your pillows, your mind already melting from the sex. It felt like he was pounding directly into your stomach, it felt like it was in your throat.

Eijiro got rougher, spanking you and fucking you so hard it felt like your cervix was going to bruise. You whimpered beneath him, "You can take it kitty, this is good for you, okay?"

a/n: toxic fwb - first smau extremely nervy

chars: k.bakugo, i. midoriya, e. kirishima, d. kaminari, h. sero, t. shigaraki, t. todoroki

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

kirishima x katsuki x reader

knock! knock! knock!

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

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

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

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

“i’ll get the lights.” kiri hums. 

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

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

“whatever you want.” he nods. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“uhh yeah.” katsuki nods. 

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

“no!” his eyes go wide. 

“they totally were.” kiri chuckles. 

“i’m gonna-”

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

“what?“ his voice cracks. 

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

“i.. yeah.” he breathes out. 

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

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

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

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

“how?” he stares at you. 

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

“like that.” kiri pulls back. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“okay.” his breath shaky. 

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

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

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

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

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

“can i?” katsuki answers right away. 

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

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

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

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

“hm?” kiri gives him a lopsided smile. 

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

“what about me?” kiri tilts his head. 

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

“do you?” kiri grins. 

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

“wanna find out?” you step forward. 

“yeah.” he nods quickly. 

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

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

“yeah.” katsuki pants. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yes.” his cock throbs at the thought. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“touch me.” you gasp. 

“i- i am!” his stomach flexes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“mhmm.” katsuki nods. 

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

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

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

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

“kiri..” it’s a breathless plea. 

“hm?” another circle of his tongue. 

“hah- fuck!” katsuki’s toes curl. 

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

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

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

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

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

“good.” he pants. “so good.” 

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

“yes!” hips wiggling back down. 

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

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

“wanna try.” he nods. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“where-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hm?” his eyebrows scrunch. 

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

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

“for the night?” his cheeks heat. 

“no. forever.”

it’s the beginning of summer, you’re hot and barely wearing any clothes. the walk over to izuku’s place had you practically melting but the promise of air conditioning kept your feet moving. izuku’s heart races when he sees you trudging up the steps, eyeing your small tank and shorts, the way small beads of sweat drip down the column of your throat.

“izuuu.” you whine and collapse into his arms. “i’m so hot.”

“come on.” he tugs you inside.

you hang off of him on the elevator up, whining and pouting while he pretends his throat isn’t closing from your sweet smell and the way your hair tickles his neck. when the doors open you grab his hand and tug him down the hall, desperate for the cool air. when you push open his apartment you lean back on his chest and let out the most delicious moan.

“i’ll get you something to drink.” he clears his throat.

he steps around you, eyes catches on your nipples pebbling in the ac. you stretch and trail after him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulls down a cup for you and filling it.

“don’t wanna go anywhere.” you sigh, accepting the cup from his hand with a soft smile.

“wanna lay down?” he presses the back of his hand to your forehead.

“mhm.” you finish the cup. “can we watch my show too?” you blink up at him.

“course.” he cups your cheek and leads you to the couch.

“mmm..” you drag your feet.

“what?” he turns.

“wanna cuddle in bed.” you push your lower lip out.

“okay.” he chuckles, thumb brushing down your jaw before he leads you to his room.

“and i wanna borrow a hoodie.” you lean into his hand.

“though you were hot.” he gives you a lopsided smile.

“izu.” god he loves when you say his name like that.

he chuckles and leads you to his room, walking you over to his closet and pulling a hoodie down. you lift your arms up and he clenches his jaw, trying his hardest not to stare at your nipples as he pulls the cotton over your head. he rubs your arms and nudges you over to the bed, watching you crawl into his sheets and reach out for him.

when he lays down next to you, you curl around him, tossing one of your legs over his waist, humming contently as he rests a hand on your bare thigh. he hands you the remote with his other hand, internally fighting with his dick to stay down as you press in closer.

you press your cheek his to chest as the show starts, talking softly to him about what he thinks. he absentmindedly rubs your thigh, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“smell good.” you mumble, scooting even closer.

“mm, thank you baby.” he squeezes the plush of your thigh.

“wish you were real.” you sigh.

you feel the chuckle rumble in his chest. “what do you mean?”

“dunno.” you feel your cheeks heat.

you let the silence pass and focus on your show and not the way he’s holding you so close. the couple on screen starts to kiss and you feel your heart beat quicken. your leg squishes around izuku’s and you peek up at him.

“what?” he traces your jaw.

“we’re like friends?” you chew your lip.

“yeah.” he smiles.

“like best friends?” you tilt your head a little.

“i think so.” he scoots you up so you’re pressed on his chest now. “why?”

“i wanna.. kiss.” you look away.

“what?” he must’ve heard you wrong.

“i’m sorry.” you hide your face in his chest.

“c’mon.” he whispers, lifting your head. “you wanna what?”

“kiss.” you whine.

his hand slides to the back of your neck and pulls your lips down onto his. you squeak, then immediately melt into him, opening your mouth for him when he licks along the seam of your lips. his tongue brushes against yours and you burry your hands in his curls trying to get closer to him.

his hands slide down and squeeze your sides, holding you closer, pulling back when you rolls your hips. “hey.. baby.” he pulls back and you kiss down his neck.

“hm?” you start to suck a small mark.

“why.. um.. what happened?” he gasps.

“wha- i’m sorry.” you lift up.

“s’okay, i just.. didn’t know you wanted to..?” he furrows his brows.

“zuku i’ve.. liked you for awhile dummy.” you pat his chest.

“oh.” he blushes. “oh.. well i like you too.” he gives you a sheepish smile.

“so.. can i keep kissing you?” you lean up.

“can i.. take off the hoodie?” his face goes beet red.

“mhm!” you lift up, pulling the hoodie off, accidentally lifting off your tank with it.

“god.” he can’t stop his dick from twitching to life. “c’mere.”

he lifts up and smashes his lips to yours, bucking his lips up and rolling the both of you over. he has you pressed into the sheets rolling his hips into yours slowly. you’re squirming beneath him, hands under his shirt and pressing into the warm skin of his back, ankles locked behind his back pulling him closer.

“izuku.” the breathiest plea of his name.

“shh shh shh.” he kisses the side of your mouth before making his way to your neck.

each moan you let out has him throbbing, rutting against you faster as he makes his way to your chest. he kisses around your nipple, tongue poking out to flick it before he sucks it into your mouth. he takes the hard bud between his teeth and your hips jerk.

“zuku!” you press your chest up into his face.

each drag of him against your little shorts gives you the best friction against your clit and you’re already close. you’re gasping, tugging on his hair, pleasure low in your tummy. your nails scratch against his scalp as he kisses over to your other nipple.

“feel good?” he mumbles against your warm skin.

“gonna cum!” you gasp.

“cum baby.” he mouths at your chest before lifting up to watch you. “you’re so pretty.”

your legs tighten around him and he groans when you fall apart, creaming his pants staring down at you with a slack jaw. you pull him back down to your mouth, kissing him again, no plans on stopping until you both can feel the messes between your layers.

Katsuki Bakugo x fem! bunny! Reader

Plot: reader is a bunny quirk haver or hybrid, it’s spring, Katsuki is mean about it.

TW/CW: 18+, smut, heavy on the breeding kink, hybrid reader, cursing, petnames, reader is desperate, p in v, creampie, Katsuki is mean, begging, cockdrunk, minor dacryphilia, manhandling

A/N: love a hybrid au sorry soooo yummy, will probably stop spam posting now, actually have to go to work tomorrow 🫩

Katsuki’s so mean.

He’s just so mean.

His hands behind his head, biceps flexing without any effort, a lazy smirk on his face as crimson eyes gaze on you from under blonde lashes.

You’re trying your hardest, cheeks puffing out, straddled across his waist, hips bucking wildly as you grind your soaked cunt against his boxers. Red in the face and whining so sweetly for him.

“I can feel your lil’ tail twitchin’ like crazy.” He chuckles; the only thing giving him away was just how hard he was beneath you.

His observations weren’t incorrect. Your back curved as your clit rubbed against his abs, your little cotton tail puffed up at flicking against your back, ears pressed to your head.

“Ka-Katsuki~” You babble helplessly, hips moving in tight circles, soaking his boxers, abs, your own thighs, “Help.”

You’re pouting, bottom lip jutting out in a way you can’t control. It’s pathetic, it’s needy, it’s utterly sinful.

“You’re so much needier in the spring bun,” he comments, seemingly unfazed by your desperation, not even bucking his hips upwards to help you, “S’like that pretty little bunny brain only has one thought.”

You wail in response, knowing what he’s getting at, grinding down harder trying to get a response, any response. It’s what he was waiting for, for you to get desperate enough that those pretty tears clump your lashes, for your hips to start twitching from getting close to the edge just by humping pathetically against him.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckles, finally moving, his arms coming to your waist to still you, only making you cry harder, “guess I gotta help. Can’t have my needy bunny cryin’.”

He’s rough with his movements, manoeuvring you onto your back, pinning you below him. You can feel and hear your tail thumping pitifully against the mattress.

He finally loses the boxers, pulling them from his hips in one rough motion and kicking them from his ankles. Your legs are balanced on his broad shoulders as he crowds you, yanking you upward by the thighs so your hips are elevated.

You can only hiccup and babble his name as he lines his cock up. He thrusts shallowly, just the tip, sending you crazy in need by teasing your quivering hole with the promise of more.

“What do you need, angel?” He coos, still being so mean, making you beg for what he knows you need.

“You, you, you-“ You whine, attempting to push forward despite his iron grip on you, trying to take him deeper.

You’re hot, bothered, and desperate enough to drool at the thought. Your stomach is doing flips at every movement, breath, word he utters. It stops, finally, the moment he pushes into you, sheathing his cock in your needy cunt, just one thrust is all it takes for you to shatter around him.

You tremble, grasping at his biceps, nails digging into the muscle as you whine his name.

“That’s one,” he comments through a ragged breath, “got more comin’ bun.”

His teeth clenched at just how tightly your cunt was gripping him; every thrust had him spiralling closer to the edge. Katsuki was shaking with the effort not to bust deep inside you before you’d finished at least once more.

“You take me so fuckin’ well,” he gritted out, “you gonna soak my cock again?”

Your ears are spasming against your hair, pupils blown wide, shaking through each delicious thrust.

“You gotta cum again, bun, can’t fill you up if you don’t.” He groaned, folding you further so his tip could kiss your cervix, nudging right against your womb.

“Fill me up?” You barely manage to stutter out the words, slurred and hazy, mind feeling like syrup, where only one thought prevailed.

“Yeah, you heard me. Gonna fill you up, angel, give you everythin’ your pretty little womb needs.” He rasped, every thrust accompanied by a sharp breath or groan.

Your back arched, trembling through your second orgasm, pulsing around his cock, hammering all the sensitive spots inside you. He fucked you through the second one too, falling forward to press his forehead to your shoulder, putting you in the nastiest mating press.

“That’s it, bunny. You want me to knock you up, don’t you? Bet you’ve been thinking about it all day, your little brain all empty for me. Jus’ a little bunny for me to breed.” He muttered by your ear, breathing heavy as he tumbled towards the edge, “I got you, jus’ gotta take it, lemme take care of you, gonna look so pretty with my baby in your tummy bun. Jus’ gotta let me fill. You. Up.”

An uneven, harsh thrust accompanies each word as he grips you harder, knuckles turning white. His hips stutter, balls contracting by your ass as he paints your insides white with his seed.

You’re panting as he rolls off you, tail finally stilling, nuzzling against him to bask in his warmth.

“Better now?” He asks hoarsely, placing a kiss on your temple, you only hum contentedly in response, “Good. Fuckin’ spring fever.”

you storm down the hall and push his door open, cheeks heating at the sight. izuku’s spread out on his bed, your black panties wrapped around his cock as he pumps it quickly, another pair in his other hand pressed right up to his nose. you square your shoulders and walk over to his bed, snatching the pair he has pressed to his face.

“i haven’t seen these in weeks.” you hiss, fingers digging into the pink fabric.

“fuck baby.” he looks up at you with heavy eyes. “those are like my favorite pair.”

“i don’t care.” his hips buck at your tone. “you’re pathetic.”

“fuck.” he groans. “lemme have the ones you’re wearing right now.” his abs flex. “c’mon.”

“no.” your body heats at the thought.

“why don’t you sit em on my face?” a glob of pre leaks out. “i’ll eat you real good through em.” he reaches out, smirking when you let his hand grab onto your thigh.

“you’re gross.” your eyes slide down to his leaky tip and the way it’s coating your favorite panties.

“oh fuck.” his stomach flexes. “or.. lemme fuck your panties. yeahh. lay under me and i’ll fuck em real good.”

“izu.” your voice cracks.

“tell me which one you want.” he lets go of his dick, letting it bob on his stomach.

“i.. mm.” you squeeze your thighs together.

“i don’t complain when you take my stuff.” he tugs on the hem of the shirt of his you’re wearing. “c’mere.” he tugs you onto his bed and crawls over you. “i’m doing both.”

he dips between your thighs, curls tickling against your skin as he licks up the center of your panties, groaning and humping against the bed. he sucks your cotton covered clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as you buck up into his face.

“fuck!” your hand flies to his hair.

“fuuuck.” he groans into you. “why’ve you been hiding this from me.” he groans, flattening his tongue and licking up your center.

“izuku.” you tug his face closer.

he’s moaning into you, savoring the taste of you and your panties on his tongue finally. his tongue swirls around your clit, humming when yo upstart to grind against his face. he keeps licking at the aching bud until your thighs are shaking around his head before he finally licks down to your pussy.

“fuuuuck baby.” he takes a long lick. “y’so wet.”

“please.” you arch your back.

he chuckles and prods his tongue into you through your panties, slowly fucking you as you gasp softly. he presses closer, his nose bumping against your clit, smiling when he feels you flutter around him. his tongue licks along the side of your panties on your slick skin and dips under them only to pull back out the next second.

“to the side!” you whine.

izuku peels your panties to the side, eyes roaming over your slick folds before he takes a long lick. he groans, slurping up your slick and sucking your clit into his mouth. his tongue flicks wildly against you and he’s relentless, not letting up until you cum on his mouth.

he pulls back, lifting up on his knees and stroking himself while he fixes your panties again. he stares down at the drenched cotton, beads of pre leaking down his shaft. he leans forward and slides his tip up the cotton and his eyes roll back.

“fuck.” he groans. “‘m taking these when we’re done.” he tugs on your panties.

“zuku im not gonna have any left if you keep taking them.” you whine, arching your back when his tips slides against your clit.

“i’ll give you a couple pairs back.” he pants, humping against you. “but these are mine now.”

each drag of his tip up the cotton sends your tummy twisting in pleasure, you tug up the shirt you’re wearing, showing him your perking nipples and he groans. he pants at you to play with them, fucking your panties faster when your hands slide up to your tits.

“lemme..” he leans over you.

his arms dig into the mattress next to your head and he hips down to suck your nipple into his mouth. his tongue licks along the swirls around it, flicking against hit before he takes the small bud between his teeth. your hips are rocking up to meet his thrusts, hands grabbing onto his shoulders and digging your nails in.

“fuck.” he groans into your hot skin.

“gonna cum again? huh?” he lifts up, searching your eyes.

“yes! izuku i- hah! it’s so- nghh!” your legs shake on either side of his waist.

your orgasm pulses through you as you cling onto him and it only takes him a couple more thursts so cost your panties with his cum. he’s panting above you, arms shaking as he presses his forehead to yours.

“i’m taking these.” he chuckles.

he crawls down your body, taking the hem of your panties between his teeth and tugging them off. you whine at him but all he does is get up and walk over to his dresser.

“hmm..” he rummages through the drawer. “here you can have these back.” he tosses you a green lacy pair.

“i want those pink ones back.” you pout.

“not done with em.” he gives you a lazy grin.

“fuck—look at you,” kirishima sighs, throwing his arms behind his head to get a good look at you bouncing manically on his cock, pretty mewls slipping from your slacked jaw mixing with his own brutish sounds, “wish you could see what i’m seein’, doing such a good job for me.”

his praises cause you to choke back a delicious moan, long nails digging deep into his alabaster shoulders in an attempt to stabilize yourself in the euphoria your feeling, his flesh irritated and raised.

“can’t b-breathe,” you stutter, pace hesitating. it’s difficult to keep up with him, the intensity of your ass smacking into his thighs nearly knocks the wind straight from your lungs every plunge downward on his rock hard length, the skin slapping so loudly it echoes right off of the bedroom walls.

“you got it, can tell you’re close,” kirishima grins, thighs flexing beneath you, “squeezin’ my cock so fucking tight pretty girl, let yourself feel good.”

“feels like i can feel you inside my chest.” and you can. his inches pulsate snug inside your womb, ropes of iridescent precum slipping recklessly around your walls, the sappy combination of mixed fluids dripping down, down, down, to coat your sensitive inner thighs.

the room smells thick of sex and fluids, the animalistic routine ending up with you taking exactly what you wanted, hips rolling up and down his shaft to chase your nth high of the night.

AM I THE ASSHOLE?

❤︎ SYNOPSIS: eijirō feels like he’s going insane. he wants to fuck his best friends girlfriend, but, like, also his best friend? is he the asshole?

❤︎ CONTENT: f!reader, alternate universe - modern!au, slight perv!kiri, domestic fluff, eiji feeding kat grapes on the beach (no i wont elaborate), semi-unsanctioned voyeurism, blowjobs, penetrative sex, riding…18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.

❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: i need perv!kiri like i need air. eijirō cry count: 7

❤︎ NOW PLAYING: this is why, paramore.

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r/AmItheAsshole

u/redredriot

AITA FOR HAVING WANTING TO FUCK MY BEST FRIENDS’ GIRLFRIEND?

okokok. hear me out.

i [26M] have a best friend and roommate [also 26M]. i’ve known the guy since high school and we’re pretty close (obviously, best friends) but hes like, my best-best friend, yk? the bestest. i love the guy (platonically) and idk what id do without him, so i really dont want to fuck that up.

now. my best friend has a girlfriend. shes super sweet and nice and makes him so happy. like soooo happy. like i didnt realize my bro could be so happy. but thats besides the problem. the problem is that she moved in. and shes a good roommate, im not complaining about any of that, but also like…shes hot…?

which is fine. its sooo fine and cool and i would never do anything that got in the way of my bros relationship. i love him!! (platonically) but the problem is that she lives here. she eats in our kitchen and takes naps on the couch and walks around with no bra and tiny shorts and i’m LOSING MY MIND

i feel bad. i definitely FEEL like an asshole bc its like im j some misogynistic asshole that cant stop viewing women as sex symbols, but i swear its not my fault. i literally found one of her panties in my laundry load im going to cry.

but yeah. AITA??? i feel like the asshole depending on the day. is there a help line for this???