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☆ Denki Kaminari x female Reader ☆ ( headcanon series ) ☆ ( 18+ ) time skip characters/ aged-up, mentions of sex, sexually graphic content, mentions of cunnilingus, praising, Denki is whiny ❯❯❯❯ MHA Masterlist || MAIN Masterlist

- It was a surprise that someone like Kaminari was able to bag a girl like you. He was, without a doubt, a dumbass, so it was only fair that the universe paired you with a guy like him. Everyone other than your close circle of friends felt bad for you. 

- In truth, you couldn't be more settled with your sweetie of a boyfriend. Opposite or alike, you wouldn't have it any other way. Affection was often with Kaminari; cheek kisses, back hugs, a hand around your waist or hips, hand holding, and whenever it got cold, he would even hold your hand and slip it in the pocket of his jacket. 

- All of these indicated what kind of lover Denki is. The type to bury his face into the nape of your neck. The type to let you smother your lipstick or lip gloss on his face if you ever decide to assault his face with kisses. The type to complain if you pull away. With that sentiment, you figured that your boyfriend is the clingy, touchy kind. 

"Do you like the lip gloss I bought you? Wanna test it out on me, baby?" 

- When sex was put into the faction, it was like opening Pandora's box of secrets. For one, it was mutual. Comfort played a massive role, and you both naturally fell into intimacy. 

- He giggles a lot actually. Which doesn't help your case, because you always end up giggling with him; you often ask him what's funny. Or what made him crack up. 

"What's so funny, Denki?" 

"It's nothing, you're hot stuff though.. hehe..:3"

- He loves hearing his name from you. It gets him so bold and ignites a fire that just flows to impress you. 

- Teasing and lots of praise come from him. He's a smooch, so any area of your exposed skin he sears in praises with wet kisses. He loves focusing on your chest and tummy, working his way down to your thighs. 

- Kaminari is a firm with head. He likes receiving and giving. But often he will always insist on giving you head, and if you wanted to return the favor, he still insists first on giving you pleasure before himself if you offer. 

- He spells his name with his tongue. He does this for a couple of rounds till you cum on his chin and into the corners of his mouth. He learns from Sero that girls like fingers too. So he does a combo of that, but he finds out that you really get noisy when he presses firmly on your sweet bud.

- Your release only testifies to his right and honor of being your boyfriend.

"Fuck... felt that, babe? You're fucking soaked." He expresses in a half-lidded expression. "Love that for you."

- Kaminari gets even noisier when he's actually inside you. He has quite a talkative mouth and he cannot shut up. Whines and lots and lots of mumbling. Each thrust gets sloppier than the last after the damage he's done.

- He recks you the best when you're on your back or in lotus position. He can feel you up just right and allow you to control your own pacing as you please yourself.

- He's not voyeuristic, but one thing he secretly loves is when a window is slightly ajar. He won't fuck you in a public space, but it does thrill him slightly when you both fool around on your own balcony. Even if it's just grinding.

- He's a dumb sucker for you, and you alone. He's a greedy bastard and keeps close hands on you. To everyone else, he's stupid in love. But to you, he can get down with just enough wordplay from you.

"I'm not a dumbass, y'know... I just play the part because I like it... I like you liking it. Don't hate me, please, baby..."

- A sweet peck on his cheek to affirm his plea.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ || Author's Note: Denki is done :DDD. Honestly, I really hope you guys like my stuff. I might move on to Shoto before I lock into my prelims; I'd love if you guys followed :o

☆ Katsuki Bakugo x female Reader ☆ ( headcanon series ) ☆ ( 18+ ) time skip characters/ aged-up, mentions of sex, sexually graphic content, bitting, degrading, Bakugo is a changed man ❯❯❯❯ MHA Masterlist || MAIN Masterlist

- It was by fucking chance that you and Bakugo somehow started dating. It wasn't quite an expectation among everyone that Bakugo, of all people, had feelings. Even so, they've always come to terms that you were the most suitable for him.

- Months into the relationship, intimacy felt stagnant but not nonexistent. He wouldn't kiss you in public or be all sweet with you. The most he would do is hold your hand or keep a close proximity between the two of you. Of course, you both kiss and have other surface-level affections in private. But even so, you weren't the type to demand public affection from him. 

- I think that's why Bakugo was secretly hoping for some intimate progression; I mean, it wasn't frustration; far from it. But Bakugo wasn't fucking clueless; he knows what couples do.

- But his pride was too fucking high to beg for sex; he wasn't planning on looking elsewhere or finding the means to jerk off because he already had a gorgeous girlfriend.

- It wasn't hard to figure out by just how Bakugo looks at you every time he comes over to stay the night. It was that deep attraction that he had for you, but even still, his self-restraint was impressive given how long you both have been together. This is why you've decided to take the leap in this.

"I think we waited long enough, Kats." You spoke out. 

- Bakugo's head whips towards you. "What are you saying, huh??" He says in that irritable confusion.

"Let's have sex." 

- You've never seen how fast his cheeks fade from pink to ruby. You caught him off guard, and by that you're now responsible for the next couple of advancements because you quite frankly stiffen this man. 

- Bakugo is a hard-ass, but intimacy felt surprisingly easy. Melting soft kisses into a more heated exchange was almost elementary. A firm hand on your waist trailing down to your ass as your weight is pushed into his chest.

- A protruding warmth seeps into the soft flesh of your ass; his mouth moves around the area of your neck down to your chest. 

- Bakugo is a definite biter; he doesn't go too hard, just enough to leave marks. If he may bite down too hard, he soothes it by licking the area he bit into. 

- Once you both are getting real into intimacy, you uncover more to Bakugo and sex. Not only he is a biter, he's also a grinder. Every time you're on his lap, he likes to press your weight down and, in doing so, tempting you to put friction between the both of you.

- He loves the firmness of touch since he's not much of a shower in public. 

"C'mere...don't you fucking think about pulling away." 

- He loves long sex. It is one of the deeper luxuries of having him as a boyfriend; if you have a strong libido, Katsuki Bakugo is yours to handle.

- Often during intimacy he likes holding you in some way. A firm hand on your back, hips, waist, or even hands. He fucks you hard, so it's a given to hold you close or allow you to hold on to him.

"Keep a firm grip... you aren't slipping away." 

- He tends to accidentally activate his quirk, not a lot, but sometimes you would feel soft bites from his sparks flickering on your skin. 

- Bakugo isn't an egomaniac; he has already grown out of his old self, but it does stroke his ego just a bit whenever you complain about him being too big. Either from sucking him off or from taking him in. 

- For Bakugo, he loves having you on your back or having you ride him. Again, he likes long sex, which means sex isn't always fast. He likes steady and slow paces too. When he's lying on the bed while you're on top, he loves seeing you all enjoying yourself.

- If the mood is right and if it was just quiet enough that only you both can exist in the moment. Sex would last for hours. From the couch to the wall, then to the shower and to the bed. With him, he's not letting you go.

- He's fucking mean, and you love it. He degrades you in Bakugo fashion. Words laced in demeaning taunts and teasing as he keeps drilling into you. All you can do is let him have his fucking way in this joint sexual venture. 

"You like that, huh? Smiling while you're fucking arched... hey, don't look away now; I won't let you forget this."

- He's fucking into you. That's one thing for fucking sure. Every time he has you under or over him, he really is into your body. So he doesn't take any self-doubt from you; he's into you, hard.

"I fucking love you, ye hear..."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ || Author's Note: Denki or Shoto... I wonder who....

☆ Hanta Sero x female Reader ☆ ( headcanon series ) ☆ ( 18+ ) time skip characters/ aged-up, mentions of sex, sexually graphic content, bondage, sero is headcanoned to be a hispanic king ❯❯❯❯ MHA Masterlist || MAIN Masterlist

- You always thought that your boyfriend Hanta Sero was a pretty chill guy; in your mind, this would also appeal to other intimate endeavors. Sex was late topic so it was surprising that he brought it up when you both were well into the relationship, casually slinging it in.

"Don't feel pressure or anything; I want to do it when you're ready, so don't force yourself, okay, Ma?" 

- By the time you both actually started getting down to fuck, he adjusts and learns fast. You come to find out that the seemingly chill side of him isn't the same face when clothes are stripped down while you are actively smashing your tits in his face.

- That sly-ass dopey grin of his sticks to the corners of his cheeks; your soft mounds rub against the flesh on his cheeks. He's grinning like an idiot; he's just where he wants to be. You catch him latching his bottom lip to your soft mounds; he likes to sweeten you up while his mouth latches onto one of your nipples.

- He sucks just enough that you start becoming more vocal; it's hard for him to ignore. It's a definite with his hard-on.

"You like that, Mi Amor?"

- Sero has quite an open palate, the kind of guy that would be down for any fuck as long as it's with you. Of course, he's opposed to any third party when it comes to sex; to him, you're too sweet to share with anyone. He's a generous man, sure. But he's a fucking greedy bastard when it comes to you. 

- He's not much of a biter, but one thing is for sure: he likes bondage; he likes having your back firmly lying against his chest as his fingers assault your clit. Dripped out in your fluids and cum.

- Sero loves to film it; the sex is so fucking easy with him too. It doesn't take long for him to convince you to allow him to film the whole thing; he likes to say it's for memories. I mean, he's a wild card, the type of guy that likes to make things interesting.

- The way Sero likes to film his videos is by having both you and him in frame; by that, he likes starting off by filming you both in frame making out, and then it would turn to you both in frame as you ride him, a hand on your lower back supporting you as your moans fill the room. 

"You're so pretty... My girl."

- He's not even low-key; he has his favorites. Saved in a folder on his phone, tucked away so no one can see some of his personal material. 

- His favorite way to have you is to have you on your stomach. It starts off modest, the way he fucks you, so iced out over you. Taking his time and making sure his inches slide against the surfaces of your insides.

- By how he ravages you, you start to feel less sincere and sweet and more hungry and obsessed. He starts slamming his cock into your folds by each inch, smashing into you; your back arches as your ass is slightly raised to adapt to his pace.

- Sero loves your cunt; out of the three, he prefers your cunt the most. For him, he loves it when you and he are both experiencing that sexual high at the same time; you just respond more to his cock and finger deep in your cunt. 

"Fuck, Cariño, you like that, ya? Hah... your body is shaking... is it because of me? Is your boyfriend making you quiver this much, huh?"

- Another position Sero loves is the pretzel. He loves it when one of your legs is on his shoulder or thigh as he fucks into your cunt. He can reach so much deeper, and you're much louder. 

- A little thing, Sero loves to set up the place to be a bit romantic or intimate. He doesn't mind fucking you anywhere, but his favorite times when you both have sex was in the comfort of your own home.

- His top three are the kitchen and bathroom counters, the couch, and of course, the bed. 

- The idea of tossed sheets and sweaty bodies heating up under the vices of fucking is a delicious thought to him. And he wants it all.

"I love you so much. You know that, right, my sweet girl?"

- Yes, you fucking do.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ || Author's Note: Bakugo is next; hope ya like it, son. Love, Mom.

☆ Denki Kaminari x female Reader ☆ ( long one-shot || part 1 || part 2 ) ☆ ( 13+ ) time skip characters/ aged-up, situationship, light conflict, messy relationships, light mention of Malcolm Todd. ❯❯❯❯ MHA Masterlist || MAIN Masterlist || ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞 hot girl bummer - blackbear ♪ ˚⊹ + ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞 attention - malcolm todd ♪ ˚⊹

An outfit that came out of your closet, it was set in good faith for you. Fortunately, you hadn't yet worn it to go out with Katsuki. Luckily for you, you had only worn it a few times around other people, so somehow it still felt new. 

You wore out your outfit to hang out with Jirou and Kaminari, no texts coming through your phone. But it may be for the best, not to disturb your mood for this day. Grabbing your wallet and house keys with you, you also picked up other essentials for your casual excursion.

You know that today... A feeling deep within, you were ready to forget all about Katsuki. 

It's been hours now; a quiet turned to composed music played by your friends. Upbeat guitar strumming and chattered words were shared. 

"Kaminari! Stop messing up that part, dudeee." Jirou nagged Denki.

"Heyyy, I wasn't trying to mess up!" He yelled back, but it was light-hearted, which dragged on his tone as a pathetic whine. 

"You are the one that composed it." You speak out. 

"Well... Yeah, I did! But that's not the point!" Denki expressed in defense.

"Then what is." You throw at him.

"I'll do better this time, c'mon Jirou." He perks up in determination; he's ready to be a showoff.

"You better." Jirou says.

The quiet then bleeds back into melodic noise.

The room erupts to a composed beat by two, different in composing, both musicians. How time seemed to pass so honestly as music replaced minutes and seconds. You can definitely tell that both of them are an amazing team; Kaminari and Jirou are, in the words of Earphone Jack, totally punk rock.

A few hours have passed; you all ended the meetup. Jirou packed up and said that she was meeting up with Hagakure and Uraraka later. Retracting her presence from the hangout. Leaving you and Denki alone. 

"Soooo... What about that hangout, huh?" Denki chimes.

"Oh... What did you have in mind?" Your tone matches his.

"Well, I was wondering if we could hit the mall, maybe get a bite to eat after." He proposes, the offer sounds like just casual, friendly company. You couldn't pass up on company, any company for that matter. 

He's one of your good friends; besides, you hang out with all your friends. Going out with him on platonic terms was quite a norm for both of you.

"Sure! Sounds fun." You cheerily respond.

You couldn't quite catch it immediately, but there was a look of contentment in Denki's eyes, a look that said, "Thank you." 

"I'm glad, let me just pack up. Just give me a sec."  

He simply steps back and makes haste in carefully tidying up his equipment; you silently watch and fall into relief, your distraction only extending through his company.

A familiar feeling returns when you and Denki are left with each other's company; you both were sinking into each other's presence, both your steps seemed to be in sync as both of your words naturally slip into an effortless conversation, with no ounce of sharpness or that familiar rigidity that Katsuki had.

Denki took you shopping; it was out of the blue, but he says it was to repay you for your company, and with that sentiment, he was eager to at least treat you to something nice. You didn't want to seem too eager for his offer, so you only decided to go get a shirt, in which Denki insisted on getting you at least 3. You were quick to try to refute the offer, in which he was inclined to insist, eventually you caved.

But seriously, 3 tops!? It felt too selfish of you to even accept the offer, so to balance out the kind gesture, you propose offering to pay for food. 

Denki offered to carry your shopping bags, in which you sort of argue back, but he absolutely insisted on him carrying them for you. In the end, he won. 

In your mind, the only way for you to outman his chivalry was for you to tip the restaurant extra. It was the least you could do. It was quite strange, but you were quite happy with your hangout with him, compared to any "date" with Katsuki. 

You both were seated at a nice restaurant; it was a casual establishment, nothing of high class, but it was known for having good food. After ordering your guy's food, you both continued chattering up, extending the conversation further; somehow with him, the conversation seemed to merge into a variety of topics. He gave you space to respond, and he never blandly replied back to you. His responses were always so Denki of him. Adding a little bit of teasing, and you do admit he's a bit silly. Something about that made you quite fond of him.

"Hahaha, right!? Besides, I'm not really into that kinda stuff."  

"You're not as air-headed as you used to be." You reply back, casually egging on him.

"I've matured quite a bit, don't ya think? Anyway, that's when Sero put me on this new artist. Here, I'll let ya listen to it." He gently slides his phone on the table and shifts in his place. Sticking a hand into his pocket, he pulls out some wired earphones."

"Wired?" You asked. 

"Yeah, I lose those Bluetooth ones too easily; wired ones are way more reliable." He responds in that cheery tone of his. 

You don't verbally respond but hum at his words. 

He untangles the wired earphones and plugs them into his phone; he opens his device and searches for his playlist. He does this while your gaze is fixed on him; there is a glow to him from how the light bounces on his lemon-yellow locks. However, you felt that there was something else that was illuminating Denki. His presence was a bit of a light show of its own; he was laid-back and never failed to amuse you. Surely, he wasn't the same Denki that had an animosity towards Bakugo, right?

"Here." He says. 

He sticks his hand out with one of the earpieces; your eyes scan down as you take the earpiece he's offering: you secure it onto your ear. As soon as your hand falls back onto the surface of the table, the melody of some indie tune starts to play.

"Indie?" 

"Yep, and a little alternative." He says.

"Alt?" 

"He does a lot of genres; Mac has that fluid style to his music." He earnestly says in admiration. 

"I don't know, something about his music really speaks to me." He compliments, he puts in the other earpiece in his own ear. 

Wow... Even with his taste in music, is really Denki. 

Somehow the lyrics played in this unknown song he demoed for you is sort of describing him. The youthful and groovy-like beat was something you bet Denki would like. Mac was his name? Something like that? It was quite trivial to list off names, right now, by just how you stare at him.

A content face that savored into his favorite song. It almost sounds and feels like Denki wrote this song about him. A blush creeps up your cheeks as you realize where your thoughts started leading into; you weren't quite opposed to it, but it was quite too soon to be thinking of such things.

Especially about him.

Once the food finally came, you both enjoyed the meal, the meal that you insisted on paying. While leisurely sinking into more casual conversations, the music still played as you both had your exchanges, more about his palette of the different artists in his playlist; in every new song, Denki comments on the artist, giving brief descriptions and his own opinion about the artist.

He was quite thorough with his preoccupation with his music. He was really getting into it, and all you could do was take in all of Denki's rambles. 

After the meal, you both headed out; you weren't quite thinking that this day would get any longer; it's not like you were exhausted, quite the opposite really. You could say that you were sort of finding reason to end off the day without having Denki be the center of your thoughts.

Denki followed you along as you both strolled into the afternoon. 

It hits you that it would be quite a waste of the day if we're to end like this. You thought of ways to casually lead this off and retreat home.

And then it hit you. "Hey Denki, should we go get some ice cream?" You propose.

"It's on me." You continue.

Of course, him being him, he couldn't pass up an offer from you. He didn't want to end his time with you just yet. 

"Sure, I'm down. Let me pay."  

"Seriously!? It's fine, Denki, I'll pay for both of us." You retort back at him.

"..." He pauses.

"Hmmm... Nope, can't let you do that." He says. Pushing away your offer.

His proud gaze reaches your annoyed expression; with that look alone, he cracks under your annoyance.

"Alright fine, but let me pay for mine. So we're even." He states. 

In that you couldn't argue anymore.

"You're quite the fair man." You say, your feet started to walk at a steady pace, as his footsteps slow down. 

"..."  

Another pause.

"So... I'm a man to you?"

He teasingly questions.

The way he tweaks into a teasing tone that caught your attention, you can let him pin you in his own dumb line of jokes. 

"What? Are you a woman now?" You joked back. 

"You're a bit mean." Denki chirps back. 

"Sorry... I'm not as funny as you are, Denki," You speak out. Slowly both your paces steadies as equals as you both walk together. As the walk continues, you think to check your phone for any messages. Sticking your hand into your pocket, you take out your phone. Unlocking it, you see a full column of notifications. You don't catch this. While your attention was semi on your phone, Denki glances over to you, looking at what was occupying your attention.

Your fingers flick through the screen to see Bakugo's name on your notifications. Carefully, you click on the notification; it opens the message.

There you saw a missed call notification and a message under that only reinstalled your animosity towards Bakugo.

"Why aren't you picking up? Think you can ignore me!?" 

That's what the message wrote out. You think for a second, coming up with an excuse. While Denki was watching all of this unfold. 

A familiar bitter taste of the roof of his tongue seemed to return. He couldn't stay quiet, nor let you be passively broken down while he was right there next to you.

"Hey... Why do you even hang out with Bakugo?"

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ || Author's Note: Alright son, I'm gonna write the exciting part nexttt. oml my right arm hurts. subscribe.

☆ Denki Kaminari x female Reader ☆ ( long one-shot || part 1 || part 2 ) ☆ ( 17+ ) time skip characters/ aged-up, situationship, light conflict, messy relationships. ❯❯❯❯ MHA Masterlist || MAIN Masterlist || ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞 hot girl bummer - blackbear ♪ ˚⊹

You could call what you're doing wrong... But was it really that inappropriate? Him, of all people. It may be douchey of him for breaking bro-code, or for messing with the girl one of his mates has been seeing, but was it all that serious? 

It's a complicated label and even more of a complicated relationship.

Katsuki was sort of a rigid guy, sharp, and could never dull down for a girl like you; there were only a few times where he let loose. And by "loose," it meant hanging a hand around your waist. He didn't even lean into you; he just stood in the proximity without interest. 

Katsuki wasn't your boyfriend; you both didn't even have sex. The closest ride of pleasure with him was a make-out session inside a cramped closet. Friends, beer, and cigarettes were what led to that exclusive exchange. It was good for only a few moments; his heat and his pressing weight on yours drive you into new territories you didn't know you could uncover. And then all that stopped, Katsuki grumbled under his breath; the scent of your breath was suffocating. Smoking two sticks with Sero wasn't a good idea, well, to him at least. Being modestly high was a better scenario than awkwardly crashing teeth with this bombshell.

But even so, it was difficult for both of you.

After that you both sort of began this unofficial official affair. You weren't seeing anyone, and for him... Katsuki wasn't eager to open up to you. 

Your time spent with each other was just moments, one-sided. You couldn't demand attention. You also had pride, but what made you furiously frustrated was his indifference. Obviously, Katsuki wasn't much of an open book; he had always been difficult to read. However, what made it maddening was that he always seemed to harden within your presence. Even with some alcohol or relaxers, he quite couldn't be soft with you. He felt more guarded, uninviting, and had that perpetual frown between his brows. 

But within these harsh circumstances, you always seem to stick around him. Did you hate yourself? Were you desperate for the chase? Or were you stuck?

You know Katsuki always had a bad mouth; you already welcomed that. You always ate down his brash tone when every single one of his complaints showed teeth. This was sort of a side of Bakugo that you could only associate him having for you, but to your surprise, you weren't alone in this issue. 

You were with some of your girlfriends; Katsuki sort of left you to go do his own things with the guys. Again, it wasn't much of an issue; you wanted the company of your girls. It was a send-off that made you a bit angry with him; starting an argument was a no-go. You weren't in the mood to start a disagreement.

Being in the presence of your friends healed any simmering anger you had with Katsuki; Momo and Jirou were a pair that you loved being around. They sort of contrasted the relationship you had with your male friends. It was easier to be vulnerable with them; in that temperament you felt comfortable enough to complain about your relationship with Katsuki. 

Well... What appears to be. 

They both were aware of the less illicit affair. Momo and Jirou knew how Bakugo could be; that brash and unfiltered side of him was sort of an advantage to him in several aspects. But not in the relationship appeal. Who would have guessed this hard-headed spiked head would never soften down for someone like you? Shame."

"I know we're not basically together... it's hard to say what we are." 

"You call that a situationship." 

"It appears to be." 

You all sat down in a cafe together; it was mid-afternoon, and you all were having a girls' hangout. You talked about your relationship with Katsuki, hoping to maybe get an opinion; it's more so you're looking for encouragement to leave; you weren't really holding on to stay in this affair. You both never went further than making out from time to time. You weren't really sure what Katsuki was gaining from his relationship with you. You only met him in your freshman year of college; only later into the school years did you both grow close but not warm.

It was a step above acquaintance but nothing to call friendly. It was like he only knew you for one thing. 

"It's weird how Bakugo hasn't done anything with you; sure, you guys are close and all, but I see no point in him and you as a pair." 

"Yes, I do find it quite strange." 

A hand reached your temple as you tried to think of a reason why you both keep hanging out. 

"You should reconsider your relationship if you value your time." Jirou says. 

"I know you're not the type to waste your time on something as pointless as this affair." 

"It's not really an affair at this point. He's probably just bored." You grumble into your seat. 

"I know you're cool with the guys, but even then it feels like Bakugo treats you a step above Kaminari." Jirou reveals. She takes a sip of her drink as she gently fidgets with one of her earphones' jacks. 

"Huh? What do you mean?" You question as your body turns to her.

"They don't really hang out as much, you see." Jirou states. 

"They haven't really been on good terms as of now. I don't know why exactly, but the last time Kaminari and I hung out, he talked on and on about how Bakugo was being unreasonably mean."

By hearing that statement, reality sort of hit you.

"I don't think Kaminari is really the type of guy to get angry with a dude like Bakugo. I'm actually surprised he is."

You didn't really say much after and just allowed the words to process in your mind. You never really thought of Katsuki outside your own relationship; this somehow conflicted situationship became a bigger issue after Denki was mentioned. He was one of the guys that you often hanged out with. It was weird how you never noticed this new face from him.

"Even back in high school, Katsuki wasn't particularly friendly in the normal manner." Momo adds. 

"Whatever it is, I don't really want to stick my nose in their business." Jirou says.

You were at a pause with your thoughts; you always wondered how this affair could turn into something much more. Besides, you thought that Bakugo would be your first time. Now you're at a leaning end to severing ties with him. 

You didn't hate him. However you were annoyed at his lack of interest, his foul mouth was another thing; listing off things would only make things more reasonable to leave him. Right now all you could do is simmer in that frustration and try to finish your dessert.

Katsuki was getting on your nerves at this point.

"Hey, I was wondering if you want to come hang out with me and Kaminari." Jirou proposes an invite to you. 

"It's just going to be at the music studio." She continues.

"We were actually developing a new beat. Something cool; I want you to come by and tell us what you think." Jirou states the proposal; it was indeed a tempting one. 

You might actually go for it, knowing that you were already in the whim of your annoyance with Katsuki, you wanted to take your mind off him for a bit longer.

"Sure! I'll be there." You say.

Thinking back now, it may be that you put so much tense pressure on pursuing this affair with Katsuki, it's about time to diverge from his presence a bit and hang out with your friends.

Some time has passed; you parted ways with Momo and Jirou. Arriving back home, you did your usual; settling down into your own space, washing up, and having a nice meal helped with some of the thoughts that plagued your mind. Right now Katsuki wasn't the least bit on your mind.

You're in bed and scrolling through your phone; you continue to distract yourself from all the noise buzzing through your thoughts. Katsuki definitely pissed you off sometimes; I guess the vice of defense for being an asshole is that technically you weren't together.

In a sense you both were leading each other on. 

But he could be a bit nicer...

It's not about listing off excuses for him now. You were already opening your schedule to a whole new different agenda. Hanging out with your friends, and in the process leave him out of your current life. This was completely normal and natural drift. 

You were buried under mindless videos on your feed; you didn't try to turn on your brain, extending your mode of distraction from people. Until a chat bubble lit on your phone's notifications bar. It was a message from someone; you scroll down to your notifications when your eyes roll over to the most recent text shown on screen. 

A recent text from Denki. "Heyyy, Jirou told me you were coming tomorrow." 

A pause in the moment rings through; your fingers started to move on their own. 

"Yeah, I heard you two working on a new beat." Replied.

Your eyes don't stray a second from the screen, waiting for his response. You look to his profile pic, a picture of him posing that was so Denki of him. He was such a homie to you; he can get along with almost anyone. You wonder why there was bad weight on his and Katsuki's relationship.

"Yeahh, totally! I credit myself for the beat on this one; Jirou is more of a lyricist, a totally cool composer! Anyway, can't wait to see you tomorrow!!" His reply reads out.

Reading his message almost felt like it had its own voice; you could hear Denki's voice in that message. 

"I'm pumped to hear it! >:D" You reply.

The screen loaded, his message typing out.

"Alright, I'm excited! :DD" 

A steady rose in your chest; for another instance, you were looking forward to spending time with someone, someone else. It wasn't Bakugo this time, but someone far less rigid. 

You sit in this contentment for a while, your thumb hovered on your phone screen to exit the chat window. But before you do, a final text message appears on the screen.

"Want to hang out just the two of us after?"

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ || Author's Note: Stay tuned for part two, ts is where the real fun begins. I just started college again, hope i dont blow it this time.

Everything written under this masterlist is a work of fiction. I don't own any of the characters mentioned in these stories.

Some of these stories may contain 18+ content; minors must be cautious and don't interact with any 18+ content featured in this masterlist.

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⋮ ⌗ ┆ SINGLES:

Izuku Midoriya: || short one-shot: Fling,

Bakugo Katsuki: || headcanons: Kinks and Secrets,

Shoto Todoroki: - coming soon

Eijiro Kirishima: - coming soon

Denki Kaminari: - || headcanons: Kinks and Secrets, || short one-shot: Screwing You,

Hanta Sero: - || headcanons: Kinks and Secrets,

Tenya Iida: - coming soon

Hitoshi Shinsou: - coming soon

Neito Monoma: - coming soon

Shouta Aizawa: - coming soon

Hizahi Yamada: - coming soon

Keigo Takami: - coming soon

Dabi ( Touya Todoroki ): - coming soon

Shigiraki ( Tenko Shimura ): - coming soon

⋮ ⌗ ┆ PAIRS:

BakuDeku: - coming soon

☆ Izuku Midoriya x female reader ☆ ( short one-shot ) ☆( 18+ ) time skip characters/ aged-up, friends with benefits, car-sex, mentions of alcohol, sex on alcohol ❯❯❯❯ MHA Masterlist || MAIN Masterlist || ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞 exitin - cece nataliee ♪ ˚⊹

You can smell the alcohol from his teeth. A hungry friction emits off of both your hot bodies. It's the kind of forbidden that suits and formal wear shouldn't be dirtied, especially when you're at the home of established heroes. 

Fucking in a parking lot is not ideal. 

Both of you are adults, career-strided people, well-established and known in the landscape of heroes. So why? Simple. Alcohol and a lot of unnoticed touching. The luxury gala was just the environment; the wine and champagne were the enablers for mingling. You allowed for much talk, exchanging greetings while hiding a secret below your tongue. Among the accomplished names like the Todorokis and Iidas, there were also former heroes such as All Might and Eraserhead. Heroes that now had persisted in other endeavors with their legacies under their names. Groups seemed to alternate and mix, people coming in and out of circles. While you kept your presence friendly yet reserved. You can't lose sight of your arrangement. 

A text message.

That icon of a familiar face, one that you've seen way too many times in your sheets. Green curls and a freckled face. At times when you see him in person, he wears his rectangular frames. You'd always have the honor of taking those specs and putting them gently aside. Locks of his curled hair would always manage to drop down past his brows every time he gazed at you. With full intent of carefully fooling around. He always manages to look so damn cute. 

"Meet me at my car later, please." 

Champagne glasses raised, and the host cheers everyone; a certain guest is regarded for his debut and return. Remembered for his great act of heroism and unwavering prowess in saving those in need, a humble man, a symbol of hope to all those under the presence of suffering. Deku, the living symbol of hope, has returned.

Now working as a hero and faculty of the prestigious UA high school. His spotlight presence has instilled hope for the people of Japan; he's become quite a peacemaker and a saving symbol for aspiring heroes.

But right now there was something else on your mind. It was a little bit more than just that humble man in that tuxedo. It was a simmering hunger, one that was mutual, a casual possession. 

Touched up, both your shoulders bump into each other. A careful hand on his mid-back and an arm around your waist. Each session of words, exchanging with new guests, returning and back. The distance between both of you starts to close in. Feeling less and less secretive. 

Groups started to break, and others went their own ways around the gala's grounds. So it wasn't much of a surprise when Izuku disappeared from the landscapes of pro heroes; despite him being one of the guests of honor, it was already lively enough that his and your absence went unnoticed.

For everyone was already in the celebratory spirit, knowing that one of Japan's beloved heroes is on the scene; it puts peace into the minds of civilians. This makes your arrangement a little more scandalous. You, also an alumna of the known UA high school, have been settling arrangements with this greenette for a solid year. A surface-level friendship on the outside; underneath, however, it was quite a sexual marathon. 

As both your heels click through the empty parking lot, you both stand in silence, the hunger that was already starting to unravel you. The furthest spot in the parking lot, an unlocked backseat. The smell of car leather and a cool breeze brush past your shoulder before shutting the car door. The interior scenery was dim but was lit enough from the streetlights; only after Izuku hopped into the back seat with you, reality fizzled into the isolated atmosphere. This was a very indecent arrangement at a gathering like this, but right now all that mattered to you was him and simmering into this indecency. 

Deku is back; Izuku Midoriya is yours tonight. 

Each of your intentions slides down both of your bodies, rubbing into the ceased space that was once at a respectable distance. Closing in on a more dominantly lewd faction. Your fingertips find his curls, the other feeling the satin fabric of his tuxedo, your touch and your warmth closing you both in a hot make-out session; no words have been exchanged since you both left the gathering. 

You were set in changing that. 

"Our Deku is back." 

You mutter out as you slightly pull away from him. You anchor yourself on his thighs as a hazed expression washes over him as his gaze is fixed on you. 

"I'm really glad." 

A dopey smile rears at his freckled cheeks. 

You comment, which made his heart race and his body ache. From your approval alone, it ignites that modest appetite of his; however, it doesn't read the situation at all. Normally it would be either your or his residence, but this time it's completely a whole new for you. You were both in a parking lot, secluded and lewdly alone, where your attire was about to fall off. Your aim at this was to make him melt, rough him up before you both retreat back to the gala. 

This wasn't your usual mission, but it was a challenge that sparked your personal resolve.

Both your bodies dip into each other, the heat and scent of the alcohol rubbed off of each other's dirtied attire; you both hungered for a friction that only responds by mutual appetite. His hand crawls up between your thighs and gently plays with the heat between your legs. You also slightly dip down your hips to his moving hand. The other hand holds you firmly into his chest while you are pushed up against his figure. Your hand finds its way to his cheek as he rests his chin between the soft mounds of your chest.

He looks up with the most modest pleading face you've seen. 

"Please..." Those were the only words that were able to spill from the greenette's lips. He looks at you begging, and all you could do is reciprocate, because, in fact, you were also very needy.

Skin slapping as your fingertips gently dig into the back of Izuku's tux, his zipper was down and your undergarments pushed aside as your bodies grind heavily against each other. The warm heat starts to thicken the closed atmosphere. Words begin to spill out of both your mouths.

"Geez, be careful...a-ah..." 

Izuku chokes out as your movements only manage to break down any form of coherency from your seemingly popular sex mate. 

"Don't worry... I've handled you many times." 

You respond, steadying your hips to slightly pick up the pace; you both exchange this hot friction as your grip on him seems to tighten, and Izuku's slurred moans into your chest as parts of his fingertips fidget with your hair. 

"P-please...hu-hurry..." 

His words laced with desperation, you dominating him in his own vehicle, especially with him being one of the guests of honor tonight, this was truly an eventful arrangement between the both of you. 

You admit this arrangement has always been kept secret, but surely by now this progression in this long, intimate endeavor has already got people wondering if there are more than just platonic feelings. Never mind that; right now a spill was starting to leak out of his composure. 

It doesn't take long for both him and you to come undone; a mellow wave of heat flies off from both your bodies, you both collapse into a steady embrace.  A smile reached the corner of your lips as Izuku fidgets with the cloth of your dress. 

"I'll repay you next time. Thank you."

Izuku thanked you; you, on the other hand, were too content to think about his repayment to you. Mellowing from the high you just came from, you sink down to him as you slowly start to recompose yourself.

After a while of you both collecting your senses, you both manage to redress yourselves and finally leave the landscape of Izuku's vehicle. As you were both walking, you noticed his tuxedo being a little bit crinkled from your "friendly exchange"; it came from the dents of your fingertips. You don't try to point it out; it'd be a little hilarious tease.

Your heels felt more grounded once you stepped back into the gala; you inserted yourself into a group of people before Izuku found his own batch of friends. 

Sipping on your second glass of champagne, you notice out of the corner of your eye Izuku's back turned to you; you can still see the fabric dents, and a cheeky smile crawls up the corners of your lips before Tenya calls Izuku out for his unkempt attire. As he pats down the dented folds.

Despite Tenya's scolding, he somehow still feels the dents of your fingertips pressed onto his back.

Unnoticed by the view of his friends, they don't catch the growing blush creeping up his neck and the gaze that rolls back to your unbothered figure.

Yeah... He's driving you back tonight.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ || Author's Note: Heyy, I hope this wasn't too out of character for Izuku; I really like writing these one-shots. I'm probably going to write Tenya Iida next; I got a wickedly fluffy idea for him.

☆ KiriBaku x female reader ☆ ( long one-shot || part 1 || part 2 || part 3/3|| ) - ( re-edit ) ☆ ( 18+ ) time skip characters/ aged-up, foreigner characters, threesome, poly-sex, mentions of alcohol, sex on alcohol, ❯❯❯❯ MHA Masterlist || MAIN Masterlist || ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞 talking body - tove lo ♪ ˚⊹

You allowed so much action to happen. You were already handing yourself over to his command. Not quite for his pleasure but heavily for your own appetite.

You answer him, as you do, Bakugo adjusts his and your position, anchoring you to lie on his forearms. He helps you into a comfortable position where he's still topping you, but in a way where you're able to still freely move.

His other hand travels near your sensitive area; you can feel his fingertips resting on the exposed skin. This was a new sensation, but you were willing to welcome it. Bakugo's gaze was unchanging, more as if he were focused.

"Spread." He demands.

You followed; slowly you parted your legs enough for Bakugo to slip his hand into the space between your thighs and also enough for both him and Kiri to see your wet core.

You didn't realize how your arousal was starting to leak from all the foreign sensual sensations. But now these guys are the first to witness this.

Bakugo didn't waste any time and slowly lowered the tip of his middle finger onto the surface of your sensitive planes. As he does, he's silently observing your reaction to his touch, not wanting to dive in right away.

He wants you to slowly ease up to him on your own accord. As he does, he slowly fidgets with the surface and folds of your pussy. Not going too hard, but in a way that progresses based on your reactions.

And just based on your whines and whimpers, he adds his index finger next. Steadily rubbing and polishing his fingertips with your slick. Slightly bumping against your clit a few times.

He doesn't pay attention to his surroundings; he just focuses on you and you alone. And how your whimpers invade his ears

"Mmmfuh-uh..."

Your whines are the sole causation of Bakugo's steady pace and Bakugo's and Kiri's growing erection.

"Your moans are so fucking pretty." Bakugo mutters as he steadily digs his fingers further into your wet core. You let out an audibly delicious whine, followed by a trail of whimpering. Your movements expose you as you spread your legs wider for Bakugo to get better access to you.

"You want it, right?" Bakugo asks.

"Mmm..fuhyeaahh..." You moan out as he slips his ring finger paired with his middle finger as he slowly thrusts into your wet core.

In this scenario, Bakugo is quite experienced in quite a lot of aspects; he adapts well and changes tactics to get the best results. It's no wonder he's constantly changing his movement patterns when he's fingering you.

The slick coming from you, covering his fingers more and more. At this pace, you were already coming undone by the sheer size of his fingers alone. Moaning and whimpering as he focused on bringing you to your edge.

"F-fuck yeah!"

You moan out, leaning into Bakugo's touch, bracing for impact. You were on the way to climax and in a very chaotic, consistent rhythm.

"Fuck- you fucking want it, huh?" He teases.

"Huh? You love it?'

He's pressing into you as he maintains this pleasurable speed. Pumping his finger in and out of you. You were definitely losing your mind.

"You fucking love it bitch?" He taunts.

"Ah! Yeah, fucckkkk."

This pace of his is easing you closer to your edge. You can feel a knot undoing in your stomach, your thighs quivering from his movements; this doesn't go unnoticed by Bakugo.

“Close are ya?”

He slightly speeds up his rhythm. This brings out another moan from you. You try to control your tone but simply can't, just from how skilled Bakugo is.

"Cum... cum right now..."

He taunts you some more. You can feel like you were going to explode from Bakugo's fingers.

This was going to be your first ever orgasm.

"Fucking cum."

He taunts you, but it comes out more like a command; he only says this because he knows how much of your quivering body was reacting to his movements. It's this build-up of pleasure that was just sending you over the edge, causing you to finally spill a geyser on his hand. You were stuttering in your place as Bakugo had finally brought you to your climaxing finish.

"A-ahhh mmmhhm~"

You come undone on sheets that aren't yours, in a room that is foreign to you, and with strangers you meet from an inconvenient encounter. Now you were catching your high from one of them and their maneuvers.

"Augghh.... huh... uhh."

Catching your breath as you steadily try to savor the remaining pleasure. Katsuki Bakugo has this prideful grin on his face; obviously, you would come undone eventually. This was a revelation of his prowess.

"Good.”

He says, he slowly retracts his fingers from your drenched core, he sharply observes your expression, trying to find any sort of discomfort plastered on your face.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Mhmm... yeah."

"Good."

A prideful grin sits on the inner corners of his cheeks. Katsuki Bakugo was the one who brought you to your climax; obviously, he is the best for a reason. He had confidence for a very good fucking reason; this sort of balances his hot temperament. Even so, you cumming from his fingers alone brought his ego up to an all-time high.

He slowly lifts himself up off the mattress and turns to Kirishima, who was silently observing.

"Saw that shitty hair!?"

You didn't even realize till now that Kirishima was silently observing you both from a modest distance, how Bakugo worked you till your inevitable edge, and how you came undone. It's as such that Kirishima got a front-row seat.

"Can't even hide it, I'm jealous." He voices.

You were still trying to catch your breath; meanwhile, Kirishima stood inches closer to the foot of the bed.

"She looked like she had a good time." He teases.

"Fuck- and her expression when she came undone was so damn cute."

He continues as he's already at feet next to the merged beds, close to you and Bakugo; he leans into Bakugo's pride.

"But, I think she'll make an even cuter expression with me." He challenges.

"Oh yeah?”

"Hahaha, not kidding, Kats."

A determined smirk plastered on his face, with the will to bring your pleasure high even higher and to level down Bakugo's pride and win.

"Switch."

It doesn't take long till the men at your side switch places.

Taking up their personal conditions with fucking you.

Kirishima lies with you; you feel a dip in the mattress as you turn to face him. A concerned expression on his face that asks if you're okay.

With an arm resting on your waist, you shift in your position so that your body faces him. He takes notice of this, and he opens his arms, giving you access to rest your head on his arm.

You take this and invade the gap between you and him, closing the distance between you both.

"How are you?"

He asks, pulling you into a tight hug. You give him a content smile as he then gives you one back.

"Miss me?"

You nod to his question and place a hand on his firm chest, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, and hum deeply.

"Yes, she does~"

He teases, looking at Bakugo, who was already annoyed by Kiri getting dibs on cuddling you. He turns back to you, focusing and giving you all his attention.

"Cutie, did you like Bakugo? Was he nice?" He sweetly asks.

Your face buried deeply in his neck, you nod to his response.

Putting a smirk on his face.

"I can be nice too." He teases.

"Wanna learn something new?" 

He kindly asks, because for him, this was going to be a great step into your blossoming sex life, and he was going to be your bridge for that. Since Bakugo gave you a taste of what pleasure feels like, Kiri ought to teach you how to give it back.

"Cute." He comments.

"This time you're going to learn how to suck cock."

He says. Hearing those words brought you back from your dazed state. This was when you were put into a very real and active situation where you were for sure gonna be experiencing the real thing. You were fully prepared to take advantage of it.

"Okay?"

Kirishima gently asks.

"Sure."

"On your knees off the bed." He instructs. You easily comply and pull yourself off the bed.

As you comfortably sit on the carpeted ground next to the bed, you simply observe two bodies in the room, Bakugo and Kiri. Bakugo keeps a sharp gaze on both you and Kirishima.

While Kirishima lifts himself off the bed. He stands in front of you, and you get this totally new impression of him. You always knew that Kirishima was the laid-back type, but you quickly understood that he is also very adaptable, similar to Bakugo. You don't quite expect him to be the one in a more dominant role like Bakugo's.

But for this scenario to happen, the dominance that you once knew from Bakugo has a new owner.

Kirishima gives a content smirk that's more than just playful; he is more pleased, in fact.

He gently lands his right hand on your hair, combing through the strands. He looks so earnest that someone is kneeling for him.

Your gaze falls from Kiri's face down to the waistband of his sweatpants; under that waistband was something politely bulging through.

Kirishima takes note of this, your gaze, your silence; it was like he knew about your cravings at this point.

"Feel 'em if you want."

He offers you.

You were hesitant to do so, being the one to touch the other, but really, this was somewhat of a fantasy of yours; your hands somehow did find a way to rest on the cloth of Kiri's pants, resting comfortably on the fabric.

They steadily traveled up towards his clothed bulge that had nestled comfortably beneath the fabric, and my god.

He's huge.

A flush on your face creeps up when you realize what you were doing, where your hands are resting, and the person you're doing this to. Your eyes roll up to meet Kiri's, a gleaming smirk on his face.

Satisfied as he is with your willingness.

"Yeahh... good fucking girl." He praises.

You unconsciously feel around his bulge, his erection; you can tell that he was a bit more on the girthier side.

Kirishima notices that your shy persistence is in need of guidance, he continues by taking the lead.

"Don't be shy, take 'em off." He says.

This made you jerk your hands away from him. But you realize that this is where you wanted to be all along, not long after you find yourself tugging down his waistband. Steadily trying to put down the fabric.

You get close down to his lower hips, where you can see where his V-cut starts dipping in.

"C'mon, all the way down." He encourages, but he doesn't push you. Letting you ease into it, but that tightness in his pants doesn't go unnoticed.

You gather your courage and steadily pull his sweats all the way down, revealing his erection to you.

And yes, he was quite big.

"Fuck..." he breathes out. He tilts his head to the side, shifts his stance, and puts his right hand on his left shoulder to stretch a bit.

Kiri notices your enamored face, those flushed cheeks were a highlight, and those eyes that begs for instructions.

"You like what you see, baby?" He teases.

"Yeah..." You answer.

"Go on, try holding it."

This was more personal and raw, quite a big jump from feeling him around; you get to feel him more personal and close. Your hands gravitate to his cock, posing idle and still.

Your fingertips graze the base of his cock, your palms slightly feel up his balls. His shape and form were already quite intimidating, but you persist.

You slowly drag a hand up the shaft of his cock, the veins and firm weight were already quite intimidating, but that doesn't stop you.

"There you go…”

Your hand gently holding his erection, the heat from your palms transfers from the base to his shaft. It was quite comfortable for Kiri.

"So good." He praises you, earning a content smile from you.

"I guess you know what to do next. My advice is to start with the tip." He continues.

"And of course, no teeth."

He gives you basic instructions on how to pleasure a man, which is given for every experienced man with an inexperienced woman. Kirishima knows that you're unprepared, but he knows you can adjust with the proper instructions.

Besides, he isn't the type to take advantage of someone.

"Don't rush it, use your own pace."

His affirmations and patience truly settled your courage for this; you were steadily understanding the ways to please a man, directly so, you were going to be confident moving forward.

You decide to move closer to him, slowly inching yourself to his tip. This was when your mind turns off; you couldn't think about anything farther than these two men. Katsuki Bakugo, quiet and present. Eijiro Kirishima, encouraging and patient.

They had both taken great care of you, so it's only natural to return the favor. Give Bakugo a show and Kirishima good fucking head.

Your lips land on his blushing tip, you land small kisses on his tip, giving them quick and intentional touches of appreciation.

It doesn't take long for you to stick the tip of your tongue out, meeting the tip of his cock you give him short and sweet licks. Swirling around and back, you naturally roll your eyes back to meet with Kiri's.

Furrowed brows, flushed cheeks, and an expression that is holding grunts. Paired with a very pleased smile.

"Sssss... yes, n.. now, go down the tip, If you can do that for me, baby shark."

You keep your pace as steady, you suck on his tip, only now you slowly pace your depth further and further down. Staring at his lust-drunk expression. This was the way to go.

"Fuck yeah." Kiri says.

A melodic undertone to his words, an indicator of his pleasure, you couldn't quite separate his praises and his dominance; they work in sync, which is what gave you the prowess to suck him off so eagerly.

You were quite an adaptable camper thanks to Kiri. Your tongue is almost reaching down halfway to his base.

Steadily bobbing your head, you were a bit clumsy at times, but you made up for it with your tongue and pace.

Pride is just simmering in the redhead's chest right now.

"Atta girl!"

You were at it for the following moments. Praise and more praise coming from him, you don't catch how Bakugo watches in a pit of slight envy. But he is a man of his word, so he does hold back. While you were giving your all for Kiri, he fucking loves how your cheeks deflate and reinflate, how your brows slightly furrow in concentration.

He knew this was all for him.

This indeed causes him to come closer to the edge than expected. Kiri doesn't hold back, coming closer and closer to that edge. While your head keeps a steady rhythm, a slight bit of precum drips from the corner of your tip into your mouth.

"Ahh~"

His voice, laced with a desperate moan.

Moments inches closer until eventually he finally reaches his high.

"F-fah-ck- mhmm~"

He spills out an audible moan, his warm liquid spilling into your mouth as he's catching his sanity and breathing at the same time, his attention placed on trying to collect his composure.

While you feel a slight twitch from Kiri and his cock, a mellow liquid floods across the surface of your tongue. Slightly thick but quite runny. You pull back, you part your lips from Kiri's tip. Mixed with your spit, you swallow his fluid down, taking in a breath.

Kiri's breath is steadied, attention falling back to you.

"S-shit... fuck y-yeah."

He looks at your kneeling figure, immodestly modest, looking back up at the redhead.

"Sorry... Hah—too much?" He asks, concern laced in his words.

"No, not all." You speak.

"C'mon, I'll help you up, okay?" Kirishima offers.

You grip onto him as he pulls you back on your feet, you instinctively place your ass on the bed, and trying to compose yourself from that sexual encounter.

Meanwhile, Bakugo has a sort of unimpressed look; it doesn't stem from any ill mind but more of a let-down expectation.

Kirishima turns to Bakugo with a very dopey grin.

"Whatcha think, Bakugo?" He asks.

"Tch, whatever." Bakugo rolls his eyes.

Kirishima crouches to you and "whispers" something in your ear.

"I think he's jealous." Kirishima "softly" says into your ears.

His words were caught by Bakugo, who was already a bit put off.

"What did you say?" He musters up in a piercing tone, glaring at Kirishima.

"Nothing, Katsuki." He teases him.

"Whatever, but this night isn't ending so soon."

"I agree, do you think so too, baby?" Kirishima promoted a question.

"Yeah," you respond.

"What do you suggest then?"

"Let's just ease her into it.''

"A plan?"

"Yes.”

Both made their ground, a plan, a setup for a challenge onpleasure. To you, it seemed that they were already off the wind and were grounded in their conditions; you already knew this wasn't new basis for them.

You swallow down both saliva and air.

"I'll go in front then,"

"Hmm, fine."

They both nodded in agreement. A slight change in the atmosphere, it didn't signify a great change, but it did sweeten the atmosphere, their gazes both rolls back to you, sitting comfortably on the bed as if you owned it.

You sat with no intent to reject them, or to refuse their advancements, you simply looked content.

A growing grin, placed on both their lips, and a half-lidded stare were all that it needed to mask their excitement.

You're bare underneath the glow of the warm lamplight and moonlight, sitting in a sea of white sheets that smell like men's cologne. Comfortably resting.

They steadily leaned in closer to you, an inviting warmth to you allures them, it brings you closer to the climax you've suppressed all your 24 years of living.

"Gentle please." You muster out.

"Of course, just for you." Kirishima assures.

Moments bleed away as the last pieces of garment shed off and thrown across the room, bare bodies rub against soft sheets and softer skin, you were at the hands of two men you met on foreign grounds against your ambitions.

The last of your coherent thoughts melt away as both of their mouths reach for your sensitive centers. A feeling that was abstained and forbidden, you were so fucking drunk from spirit and their rough exteriors penetrating those untouched walls. Raw touches, lingering stares, hot breaths, and rough, steady pacing.

Rough hands of soft skin, and tinted lips on bare chests.

Sandwiched between both of them, it's pretty hard to divide your attention between two spike-heads and having a lot of hot demands and enabling praises; you were really stuck between both of these gorgeous men. Both of these roguish and kind strangers were successful in prying out that suppressed appetite that has been hidden down your refined exterior.

You've grown an appetite for both of them.

Seeing and feeling both of them at work, they really do work as one body, a team, a dangerous combo. You couldn't quite get your head to focus on the moment, but it didn't need to; the mantra from their wondering touches only begged your body to melt into them.

Bakugo was in front of you, you were all on fours facing him, a smirk on the blonde bastard's face. You already noted that Bakugo had a sharper exterior compared to Kirishima; he's blunt, has a dominant and commanding side to him, he doesn't hesitate when his goals are set clearly. But that doesn't mean that he would lose his head. He doesn't hold any kind of invasive rage. He knows not to push limits or take things too far. Contrary to his rough exterior is a surprising gentleness in him.

You can sort of digest how Bakugo has you right now. Your body facing him, as his vacant fingers were already rubbing and digging against your rawest surfaces. Your mouth was locked to his jaw, licking and giving him long licks.

It doesn't take long to remember Kirishima's presence as well, feeling and groping you from the back.

You remembered their conditions back at the bar; they definitely gave you a good time, and yeah, they were a package deal.

Movements started to get more ragged; your body was also following the situation, inching slowly. Your mouth traveled down to lower regions till you found yourself between the blonde's massive thighs. Your plushy lips found the tip of Katsuki's cock. Equally as impressive as Kiri's, slightly standing taller than Kirishima's, his girth was also quite impressive, but Kirishima's takes first place in width; still, that lustful appetite couldn't be satisfied till something occupied your cravings. Slow strokes from your tongue run up and down the blonde's shaft. The pure surface of Katsuki's length was something entirely different; like Kiri, you could feel small veins that run through his length. But truly, what made Katsuki so fucking dangerous was the sheer firmness of his cock, a slight curve that leaned upwards.

You finally dipped your mouth onto his tip, slowly pushing your head down his entire shaft. In small phases, you suck on the blonde's cock as much as you can, trying to fit most of it down your throat.

This is where Bakugo's cock shines; that curve, that little tilt was just enough to make you slightly choke on his tip with saliva running. So much of it on his shaft, your lips, and small strands of it running down your chin.

The more you bobbed your head on his cock, the more messier it gets, mixed with the precum already leaking out of his flushed tip. Sharp grunts fill your ears, directly coming from Bakugo. He was minimizing the pitch of his grunts, but it didn't help his restless mouth for a second; this made you more persistent in this endeavor.

Sucking hard and thorough, it was quite ironic that this is just your second time sucking a man off; you were already performing like you had a few experiences under your belt. You were almost a pro thanks to Kiri and your ability to adapt.

"S-shit... What the fuck."

"She's good, right?" Kirishima butts in, grinning.

While you were occupied with Bakugo, you didn't realize immediately that having your ass up in the air would call for attention to another spiked-haired beast.

Kirishima got occupied; he secured 2 condoms from his private inventory somewhere in the room. He ripped one of the small packets and took the condom out. Swiftly, he rolls and puts it on his length with ease.

He doesn't dive or jump straight in. He touches your bare skin, longingly looking at your very exposed form, something to worship. He runs a hand from your lower back to the side of your waist. You notice this and slightly shift your legs to spread ever so slightly.

Kirishima takes note of this and moves his free hand, hovering over your soaked cunt. The heat from his palms grazing over that sensitive, exposed skin, there he gently lands his ring and middle finger first, slightly rubbing the area carefully, gently, seeing for any reaction from you.

You can feel Kirishima's fingers on your cunt; he didn't dip his fingers into you but placed them on your exposed surfaces. Slow and steady, not demanding or rough, it felt like a "thank you" from him. You know, from sucking him off.

Your body eases back into his hand, which affirms Kiri.

He presses his fingers to you; he doesn't plan on sticking them in. He knows you deserve something a lot bigger than that, but that doesn't mean he'll deny your needs. He inches his fingertips closer to the most sensitive part of you; he's quite knowledgeable in this particular area.

He's a man after all.

The tip of his fingers greets the bud of your pleasure. He sweetly caresses your clit, causing you to press into him more, teasingly so; he continues this without increasing his speed of pace.

You see why Kirishima is paired with Bakugo; he doesn't have a comparable rough exterior similar to Bakugo's. In Kirishima's ways, he would playfully linger, and you would naturally respond to him with or without interference; just his present nature alone allures you to this redheaded bastard. Like Bakugo, he never pushes you too far; in fact, he's sweeter than that spicy blonde.

Kirishima doesn't hesitate either, but he absolutely loves it when you initiate and respond first. So when you pushed your cunt and ass to him, he wasn't backing out.

A smirk arrives on Kirishima's lips; this is the response he needed. He took the base of his cock and aligned it at the entrance of your cunt, but he didn't plan on pushing it in, for now at least. He tapped at the entrance of your cunt, not really hitting with much pressure.

You were still sucking Bakugo's cock, thanks to him, you slowed your pace. However, you still needed some action, so you pushed back your ass onto Kirishima, the tip of his cock meeting the insides of your cunt folds.

This doesn't take long to translate back to him; he pushes into you, and you lean back more.

Technically, now, you are busy from both ends.

Kirishima bucks his hips into you, and you press back hard, not pulling away from the ordeal. Your mouth also gets used for Bakugo's release. His hips slightly jerking into your wet cavity, his large hand finding your scalp, slightly pulling on your hair.

Here you are right now, at the center of it all.

Unlike before, Kirishima was able to increase his speed; fluctuations in his pace knocks small, muffled moans from your mouth, which in turn vibrates against Bakugo's cock. A sharp groan comes from Bakugo; this makes him pull at your hair and hear from him.

"Stop...r-right fucking now." He mutters.

You immediately stop what you were doing and release his cock from your mouth, some precum and saliva dripping down his shaft. Your eyes turn to him, but something else has gotten you occupied, it was Kirishima and his unrelenting thrusts, quite pleasurably so. Still knocking out moans out of you, your voice started melting into sweet stutters.

After Bakugo caught his breath, he turns to your dazed face. You were high on pleasure and sex. He reaches out and leans in; you follow along also and lean into him as well. You both lock lips and make out as the redhead's thrust becomes rougher and deeper. This, in short, had brought you closer to your second climax. Bakugo's hands found your chin, pushing you as your head pulled away from him, unlocking lips. You leaned into Bakugo's shoulder.

"F-fuck!"

"K-Kiri, you... feel—s-so good~"

You were close. Kirishima takes note of this, he pursues a few more thrusts until your moans fluctuate. Your pitch and tone can only sing a closer end for you. Quivering legs, you were already awaiting your release as you started to soak into Kirishima's shaft, a slight sound of skin clapping.

You were a few more thrusts in till your edge.

But then, Kirishima immediately retracts and pulls out. He then presses his upper thighs to your ass as he vigorously jerks his cock down, low moans coming from the redhead as he continues his pace. Eventually, he came into the condom he wore.

"Fucckk..." He breathes out.

Catching his breath from the high, Kiri looks down at your lower back, placing a hand on your ass.

"That was amazing... You were amazing, baby shark."

He gives you a light pat, another gesture of gratitude from him. Even so, you were a bit disappointed; you were let go of your second climax. Even so, you couldn't demand more; you wanted more, but you didn't have it in you to confront them, but it seems like you didn't need to.

"You finish, idiot?" Bakugo says out.

"Yeah... hah.. I'm light as a feather." Kirishima breathes out, still coming down from the high.

"But I don't think baby shark here is." Kirishima teases.

Kirishima takes off the condom carefully, coming off the bed to throw the used condom into the trash. He uses a tissue to clean himself off and walks back to the side of the bed.

In front of him, you and Bakugo, naked. Kirishima lets out a smirk.

"Now it's your turn, Katsuki."

A low chuckle comes from both of them. You can feel both of their voices vibrate in the air till the sound of their amusement settles to a silence.

"Switch." Bakugo commands.

In an instant, they switched places. They had you on your back, your back was pressed on Kirishima's chest, and an arm wrapped around your lower waist to hold you comfortably. Your head rests on the crook of his neck. While Bakugo sits in front facing you.

He gently tugs away your legs to spread; you were quite in the mood to comply. You let Bakugo have his way. He takes the other condom that Kirishima slipped to him and puts it on swiftly.

You were really starting to settle now. Having your back rested against Kirishima's chest while Bakugo was slowly easing into you. You couldn't help but be a little impatient.

"Hurry." You say.

Your demands reached both of their ears. Bakugo bit his lip, signaling a rise of elation in the blonde.

"Hmm? Getting impatient now?" Kirishima regards.

"Just sit tight." Bakugo says.

Bakugo was already aligned at your entrance; you were already awaiting his turn at you. Your eagerness is giving you so much excitement that Kirishima seems to notice.

"Patience, baby, Katsuki will take care of you." Kirishima says.

"M'kay." You muster out.

Your eyes roll back to Bakugo. You can feel his covered tip grazing your clit. A deeper blush was spreading on your cheeks.

"Look at me." Bakugo commands, with a slightly sharper tone,

Still, as you willingly widen your submission, a familiar feeling that greeted you moments before came flooding back.

A shy, almost aroused expression graces your face.

The bed rocks back and forth; the speed fluctuates from steady to more rhythmic strokes. Your moans and short pleas ignite a delicious appetite.

He's fucking you to your second orgasm; he does it with such an accurate beat, a bit harsh, but you don't hold any complaints. He was giving you what you want. At this point, you can only babble nonsense from how good Bakugo was fucking you.

"Mmh~"

You let your moans roll off your tongue as he continues his pace. Kirishima takes notes of your verbal response to his best friend's movement. Grunts can only be heard from Bakugo as he continues his pace. Kirishima holds you to support your weight against him as Bakugo is relentless in his sexual pursuits.

"Fuc-ck..." Bakugo manages to choke out as he paces his thrust to you.

"Sounds hot... " Kirishima comments, his gaze rolls to Bakugo's still figure.

"You fucking her." He says, lifting a hand to his face, grazing the tips of his fingers on Bakugo's warm cheek. A slyish grin props itself on Kirishima's lips.

Bakugo gazes back at Kiri, a dazed expression that was similar in nature to yours; he was on the verge of breaking from your agreeable insides.

"C'mere."

The redhead and the blonde lean in, closing the gap between them, and share a sensual kiss. For Kirishima, this was to ground Bakugo and to give him a cheeky reminder that he can very well boss the blonde under the right circumstances. Bakugo was close to being completely melted. But he was still in control, still pacing with no pause.

"Ah!...mhmm~''

It was abrupt, the pleas that came from your lips. This meant that your pleasurable climax was near. Your melting body subconsciously started pressing back into Bakugo as he paces back and forth. He wasn't stopping his movements or slowing down; in fact, his movements only increased in speed and roughness.

His hard, firm cock pokes at your pleasure center over and over again. The sheer girth of him was drilling at such a mind-numbing pace, which allowed the length of his shaft to keep swiping over your clit; your moans only fell into a pattern.

Your exposed areas started getting more drenched from his unwavering movements, and your juices, you only lean into more.

Bakugo felt so fucking intense, for both you and him; not only were you drunk on spirit, but also the scent of lusty desire.

"Coming...s-soon." Bakugo stutters out as his pace becomes more erratic and loose, yet still rough.

You were also reaching your climax very soon, almost reaching cloud nine. Your hands gripped the sheets as Bakugo kept his pace. He was about to spill quite soon, a certain helpful redhead decided to add on his input in this endeavor.

His fingers, now placed on your exposed pulsing clit. He takes the tips of his fingers and gives you the sweetest treatment as he swiftly swipes his digits again and again on your bud.

This caused you to be more vocal, drawing out more high-pitched moans from you. Bakugo also speeds up his thrusts; you also start to buck your hips into him. Kirishima doesn't stop either. Right here, right now, this kind speaks your language of rebellion. Getting fucked by two guys at a time, coordinating to help you reach your climax.

Kirishima smirks at both of you and mutters something under his lusted-out expression.

"Fucking pornstars."

Getting to be in this scandalous situation was sort of a breakthrough, well, by the means of your own parents. Being raised to reserve your sexuality makes your standards for relationships become strained. You couldn't really open or allow for a potential relationship. Getting with two men on a merged bed.

One fucking you and the other fingering you; it was like saying "fuck you" to the abstained mindset you already left behind.

It didn't take long for Bakugo to be more vocal, his voice cracking. He pressed into you, buried deep into you, paired with Kirishima's movements becoming more sloppy as you started to squirt out, your juices soaking both Bakugo's flexed abs and Kiri's fingers.

You just fell from your edge; you're finally coming down from that sexual high. Untied and absolutely spilled all over.

Bakugo came following you, heat coming off from both your bodies. Catching your breath, your head falls into the crook of Kiri's neck. Kirishima's hand was now resting on your thigh after your climaxing high. Kirishima's gaze falls on you, silently checking if you're okay.

You were fucking soaked between your thighs, but you were also quite sweaty, beads of sweat forming on your forehead and temples. Bakugo looked like he was also quite beat.

"Fuck..." He gruffs out.

He fixes his gaze on you to check if you are alright. He searches for any sort of discomfort.

"Are you okay?" Bakugo asks.

"Yeah... I'm good." You say between breaths.

Your chest rising up and down, Bakugo slowly pulling out of you, not immediately but gradually retracting from you. As he finally frees himself. Bakugo gets off the bed and walks away.

You assume that he was fetching something, while you were still backed against Kirishima's chest. A hand lands on your shoulder, rubbing gently as if it were a little mean of saying "good job" for handling the experience so well.

You smile lightly and settle deeper into Kirishima's neck; a mellow warmth from the rush of adrenaline seeps away, you feel a still calm kiss at your forehead.

Bakugo comes back, standing by the foot of the bed. In his hand, he has a damp towel and a regular towel, a gray t-shirt, and an unopened water bottle. You don't budge until Kirishima nudges you. You retract a bit, your gaze moving to the blonde male standing in front of you. A still face that wore a calm look to it.

"Let me clean you," Bakugo says as he puts the T-shirt aside. He gently hands the water bottle to Kirishima. The redhead turns to you and softly asks.

"Do you need a drink?"

You turn to him.

"Yeah."

"Take this."

You don't say a word, but in that instant, you gave him a quick peck on his cheek. That causes the red-headed male to let out a slight smirk of endearment.

Placing your palms firmly on the covered sheet, you pull yourself up from your resting position.

Taking the water bottle from Kiri, you unscrew the cap and rehydrate yourself; a cool sigh leaves your nose as you finish your last gulp. Pulling back the water bottle from your lips, you notice Bakugo patting down and cleaning you up. Once he finishes, he fixes his posture and asks.

"Do you need a bath?"

"I'm good." You answer

He says nothing and inspects you, looking for any spot he missed cleaning.

"Put this on then.''

Bakugo then gives you the other clean towel; you take it to wipe off the remaining sweat from your forehead, and as you do, you catch a small smile from Bakugo, content and relieved.

"Yeah?''

"Huh?" He catches in surprise.

"You're staring.”

A pink tint appears on his cheeks. His expression scrambles as he looks away from you.

"I-l... wasn't." Bakugo says, looking away.

"Hahaha, you totally were Kats." Kirishima chirps in.

Bakugo's flushed face recoils into an annoyed expression, one that you feel you've seen way too many times before, besides the fact that this was the only night you met them.

"Shut up dumbass." Bakugo mutters under his gruff tone.

His body shifts back to face you. He then hands you the gray T-shirt.

"Whatever..."

"Put this on." His slight frown melts when he sees you. You only look at him and give him a nod.

"Thank you."

"Sure..."

After a while, you don't quite remember what happened then.

You were withdrawing from alcohol and sex, and all you needed was some sleep. Right before Bakugo and Kirishima could lay you down, they put clean towels over the soaked sheets you stained. You were already dozing off into slumber, both Bakugo and Kirishima noticed, and they laid you down and tucked you into bed. After that, you didn't quite remember much after you were nestled in their bedsheets. Your head lying on soft pillows, you slowly fall asleep, not really caring what is occurring around you.

You slip into a slumbering state, unaware of their momentary absence.

You were awoken by a slight shift on the bed. Your mind renders back enough that you were lucid enough not to open your eyes but to feel your surroundings. Two broad and heavy figures dip down on the mattress, getting under the sheets, nestling beside you.

You felt a figure lean into your back while another walls you in.

Both men were spooning you between them, and after that, you didn't remember what your last thought was.

The last thing left behind before your deep slumber was a satisfied smile.

This was the biggest "fuck you" to your parents, even though you were already so accomplished and you live by your own personal volition, but still, your parents are still conservative. They would shake their heads in disapproval, but right now, they seemed like the most irrelevant people in this situation.

You achieved your mission tonight with twice the impact.

You understand that this was a brief encounter, which came from an inconvenience you didn't ask for, but coming out of it was connection with two fucking hot men, even if it was short for one night. Ending it with sex, doubled.

Two bodies in one night.

You lean back to the figure lying by your right, and an arm wraps around you, firmly squeezing you gently.

Definitely, you fucked up real good.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ || Author's Note: Geeeeeezzzz, finally this fic is done; I'm so glad. Thank you for reading this fic and I hope you guys loved this fic. Im planning on writing more so please feel free to give me a follow.

☆ KiriBaku x female reader ☆ ( long one-shot || part 1 || part 2 || part 3/3|| ) - ( re-edit ) ☆ ( 18+ ) time skip characters/ aged-up, foreigner characters, making out, leading into threesome, leading into poly-sex mentions of alcohol, sex on alcohol, ❯❯❯❯ MHA Masterlist || MAIN Masterlist || ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞 talking body - tove lo ♪ ˚⊹

New landscapes, but they're all the usual scenery you're used to seeing. It's just the circumstances are different, new and completely foreign. You didn't think you'd be in this particular situation. You were already prepared for something adjacent. However, you couldn't picture these events and how they were about to play out.

The cities never looked more glittery than right now; the breeze felt warmer, and the touch of two never felt more secure.

"C'mon, baby shark, let's get you somewhere more cozy."

Your gaze turns from the landscapes of the city to the spiky redhead, y'know, the guy that you made out with, you can see his stature standing outside by the taxi cab. He holds out a hand for you, signaling you to take it. You feel a hand slide up your waist.

The blonde male is pressing into you, and as you slightly turn, you can see his impatience on his flushed face. Strangely, that gave you a bit of courage and a bit of curiosity about what he would be like in deeper quarters.

You gave a little grin to the redhead and pursued his offer. Holding onto his firm grip as he led you out of the taxi cab.

Your feet are placed on the concrete ground as your gaze is still fixed on the redhead, a very rough-looking exterior and a firm body.

You don't catch Bakugo exiting the taxi cab; it's only until you can feel a presence beside yours, where you look over, you can see his curt face; he isn't trying to show too many emotions, but it's hard to say what he really feels about you at the moment.

There is only one way to find out.

"No point in standing around.”

A voice caught your attention as you look over to Kirishima, only to be caught off guard by something else. The polished and grand structure, the stunning architecture, and scale-size of one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. The landscape of the building made it feel like a modern palace. You only get to see these luxury hotels in advertisements, showing how only the wealthy can land a room in one of these luxury hotels.

You wonder how these two could afford a room in one of these luxury hotels.

Were they famous or something?

In the club they didn't accumulate a crowd or onlookers. Likely, they're just struck gold at the hands of nepotism, or they must have some sort of high-end line of work in Japan.

You leave your thoughts behind as you notice both of them slowly walking in the direction of the hotel. A hand is placed on your lower back, guiding you to follow them.

It's Bakugo, and he's so annoyed right now.

What could it be? His expression and the way he stands both hold an equilibrium of impatience and composure. He knows what kind of state you must be in, from the past stirring events; he didn't want to push you too hard.

But that doesn't mean that the hot-head will be content waiting.

"Are you coming or not?" Bakugo sharply utters.

"Of course."

"Follow us then." He mutters as he looks away.

Walking with them, you can see a flush on his cheeks, a cute contrast to his indifferent expression. He tries his best to keep his emotions sitting neutral on his face. But you have to agree with Kiri.

This blonde is so fucking readable.

Maybe it's how you stand on your heels, how your hair falls, or just how you are. Your very existence beside them. Bakugo is indifferent, but even the most passive tyrants can't deny their interests in mind. Maybe it's the separated atmosphere, from where you three were, the club was truly a light show.

Bakugo sees you in a more intimate light. It could be simply the alcohol taking effect, but something tells him that you're different underneath all that spirit liquor.

Your heels weren't the only ones clicking on the marbled tiles. Simply walking through the interiors of the luxury hotel, you already feel you don't match its surroundings. Of course, you can stand in formal settings. Indeed, the interior design mixes clean modern with elegance, but something about this landscape doesn't indicate any superficial wealth. No, this is a space for the high and elite.

You try to diverge your thoughts and try to think more carefully, but the alcohol and that make-out session with Kiri still lingers on your tongue and the surface of your lips. Walking beside these two strangers, you feel a bit younger in a way.

This must be what being a fling felt like, an experience that never passed in your life in college. Although it wasn't a waste, you get two bodies for the price of one night.

Then again, walking beside two rugged frames felt suffocating in silence, the gap from both the lusty make-out session with Kiri and the awkward confession with Bakugo to where you are now, you most definitely feel a rising hunger.

Your shy appetite is only hiding behind your dazy expression. Only enough alcohol to get you a bit further from tipsy but still semi-coherent. Although whatever happens, you know what your plan was for tonight.

Challenging risks? You were made from grit, and only through time would you enter a whole new fundamental plane.

Fuck yeah, you can do it! You can fuck two guys in one night.

That simmering thought is what keeps you walking, but your shy, almost content expression doesn't fall unnoticed by one redhead.

"Gorgeous~"

"!?"

Kirishima catches you off guard, you shift from your moving position between them. Kiri gives you a cocky smirk while Bakugo eyes him down with a slight glare. You don't notice the design of the halls in which you pace forward until Kirishima slows his pace and stands in front of the elevator.

He reaches for one of the buttons on the elevator panel, and he puts a hand on his hip. He leans back to check which floor the elevator is descending.

You're really doing this. Instead of a cozy neighborhood home, a generic flat apartment, or a college dorm room. You stand on the terrain of the elite, with polished and overly modern ceilings and fixtures. You wonder who these people are.

"C'mon..." A gruff yet softer tone reaches for your attention.

You look up to see Bakugo standing slightly in front of you. He has his arm out signaling for you to lock your grip in his.

'What a gentleman.' You thought to yourself, you reach over to him and rest your palm on his bicep. Even though he's not flexing his arm, you can definitely tell that he can seriously do some damage.

This thought drifts back to the question of what may be his line of work. Including Kiri, they're both pretty well built, although it doesn't subdue the fact that they're kind of intimidating, especially with what was about to play out tonight.

Stepping into the elevator, it was quite spacious, a clean and well-lit box. This is truly the first instance you and these two men are alone, encased by the curtains of privacy.

You stand between them, not straining your vision away from the elevator door. You didn't catch what floor number Kiri pressed on the elevator panel, so all you could do was simmer in the awkward silence.

This, however, didn't register with Kiri. I mean, he was called the bravest for a reason.

"Are we just gonna stand in silence?" Kirishima tears down the silence.

"Or are we actually gonna do something about this fun arrangement?"

"Dumbass." Bakugo mutters short curses under his breath.

This little fight of theirs sort of grounded your thoughts, pulling you back from drifting away. Your attention follows their semi-arguing, and someone cunning is going to get you involved in this spatting exchange.

"No use of insults now, Katsuki." Kirishima says.

"I can see how fucking impatient you are right now."

His scheming attention falls from Bakugo's irritated face to your flushed, wary expression. It doesn't take long for Bakugo to read his scheming face, but in this moment, he hesitates a lot, in contrast to how he usually is.

"Our floor is still a ways up, Bakugo, why don't you... taste baby shark for me." Kirishima slyly demands from the spiky blonde hot-head. You were caught by surprise by his demand, only the emotions that showed on your face came a bit muffled.

"Are you fucking stupid!?"

"What if someone walks in this damn elevator, huh!?" He harshly argued.

"Tch."

Bakugo's arm still settled comfortably with yours interlocked. He looks away and tries to ignore the brimming irritation and impatience he has for his very close friend.

In this situation, it's quite difficult to recover from a mindless dispute with a third party. Fortunately, Kirishima is an opportunist in and out of the game.

"Then if you won't..." His gaze strays to your observing figure.

"Don't get mad if I take a bite first."

Bingo, that caught that fiery bastard's attention. His head immediately turns to the redhead unlatched himself from his placement and walks over to you. On your end, Kirishima's proximity to you gets you a bit nervous and intrigued at the same time.

Is he really gonna taste you?

He dips his head towards your figure as he looks down at the crook of your neck, untouched and bare. A dopey, sly grin creeps back up his face and stares into your dazed expression.

"Beautiful..."

You looked a bit too gorgeous tonight. He had to say it twice.

"I might have to sweeten you up later tonight." He leans into you, and you willingly lean into him as well.

"But right now— I'm fucking starving for your flavor, girl."

He wipes that smirk and crashes into your lips. Clumsily locking lips into yours, you both quite literally melt into each other. Both of you were starving, and how you both were nastily making out with each other, it would be shameless if other people would catch you both in the act.

Bakugo didn't stray his gaze away from you both as you and Kiri shamelessly tongue-fucking each other's mouths. The noise you both made was absolutely deafening to the blonde.

Your arm, still interlocked on his bicep, slowly falls off from the redhead's touch. Kiri quietly latches onto you.

Whining comes from your occupied mouth, which Kiri was absolutely taking advantage of. Not for himself, but for your pleasure. Somehow, Bakugo sees that.

That pleasure on your face, the muffled whines coming from you. Something about you made Bakugo want to explore your existence from a safe distance, but in this case, his indifference triumphed over another aspect of Katsuki Bakugo. You couldn't catch it before; you were too occupied by your own thoughts to register Bakugo's pride. However, Kirishima was stringing that prideful spirit of his along the way, coming to this intimate arrangement.

Kirishima was challenging this bastard.

Besides the fact that Bakugo has grown up so much over the years. He still has that fighter spirit. One of the ground pillars that makes him the best there is. It would be blasphemous to call him a coward.

In short, he doesn't walk away from a challenge.

"Idiot." He smirks with fire.

By cunning chance, the elevator stopped in its ascent and opened. This is how we're gonna play? Then so be it.

While Kirishima was still clumsily occupied with your face. Bakugo places a hand on Kirishima's shoulder and turns to catch his attention.

"Get your hands off of her, or I'll leave your ass in this damn elevator." He demands, spearing a glare at Kiri.

In the heat of your lips crashing with Kiri, a small chuckle escapes his lips as he slowly pulls away from your steamy make-out session. He turns and gives Bakugo that same amused look that he gave you.

This was the side that he was trying to pull out of Bakugo. Kiri catches that unmistakable gaze of his, the kind that doesn't back down from any situation.

"She's all yours." Kirishima gently unlatches from you, and for Bakugo...

That irritated look on his face is still there. However, not directed at you, but at Kiri. But it's that look that Kiri acts so carefree and reckless around.

To you, it just seems he's annoyed; to Eijiro, he's impatient as hell.

Distractions aren't enough for you, but tonight you found the greatest one of them all right here, inside a luxury hotel room. The interior was nothing extravagant but was far from being generic or standard decor. The room is dimly lit, so you couldn't quite make out most of its interiors; only spots of the room were visible enough, thanks to the meticulously placed light fixtures. The surroundings of the room showed a high-end kind of modern vibe. That type says they're casually rich.

You're a bit intimidated by certain fixtures in the room.

The chandelier that looked like an expensive art piece, the stationary furniture that looked like it was made by famous designers. Accents on the walls and floor-to-ceiling windows.

Moving around, you take in your surroundings, admiring all the knick-knacks in the room, but what breaks this admiration is something expected in private quarters.

Luggage that is semi-closed, personal belongings scattered around the room, clothes tucked in blind spots, two men's colognes sit on the glass coffee table, how furniture is moved around—the lived-in hotel room only signified that you were a guest at this very moment. You were entering private quarters.

Two hosts that invited you, and now it's their duty to keep you company.

"Don't be too intimidated, it's just us." Kirishima says. You stand by a glass coffee table in the room, your figure turned in the direction they are as you face them.

"Sorry, it's just—" You try to answer, but the realization that you were in a room owned by two strangers you met at a bar halts your verbal completion.

"Something wrong?"

"No! It's just uh... I'm inexperienced." You softly mutter out your reasoning for your slight discomfort. It's true, you can adapt to your situation so easily, but right now, being both mentally and socially flexible strained to be difficult this time.

But both men don't push you to adapt right away.

"We know." Kirishima says.

"We don't expect you to be." Bakugo says.

"All we ask is for your consent on everything, baby~" Kirishima adds.

"Are you perhaps under the feeling of guilt?"

You only nod, trying to keep your gaze fixed on both of them. You don't stray or look away; your eyes just listened.

"Guilt, shame, or embarrassment—don't be. You make the choices starting now." Kiri puts the final say, which gives you the confidence to indulge in more sexual encounters. Your silent pause halts.

This gives you both the relief and confidence to pursue further with them.

"I'm ready." You announced.

Contentment grows on both of their faces. Kirishima and Bakugo aren't ones for rehearsals, despite that, they excel in coordination in many aspects. Which one of these exceeds in private quarters?

Kirishima turns to Bakugo and gives him a mischievous look.

"Bakugo, you get to fuck her first."

For both men, and especially in these intimate encounters, they share these demands not out of authoritarian rule but out of camaraderie for the other.

Because in the end, they work as a team, from the beginning to the end.

"Alright, dumbass, but you're not allowed to join in till I say so." Bakugo sharply replies back.

This was new for you. You get it, Bakugo is aggressive and kind of prickly, but other than that, he has this self-control; he doesn't invade or exert force, but he patiently waits and states his demands with good reason.

Bakugo turns to you. He still has that sharp look on his face, but this time it's more gentle; instead of that irritated expression he has for Kiri. He held a reserved look that peers from his furrowed brows.

"Hey..." Bakugo mutters.

"I don't like it when people don't speak up." He continues.

"It pisses me off when people have problems with me and won't communicate it."

"I don't want to hear bullshit excuses from you. It's a fucking waste of time for both us." He finishes his reason.

"Got it." You assured him, his authoritative nature at this very moment made you a bit nervous since this was your first time with anyone. However, you were glad that he was making his statements first, just so that both of you guys are comfortable.

"Good, I'll stop immediately if something feels uncomfortable for you." He shifts his movements and slowly walks towards you. His body is inching closer to yours till he stops.

He stands in front of you with a serious look on his face.

"I'm taking the lead, speak up if it feels wrong, got it?"

"Okay." You answer.

"Thorough as always, sexy man." Kirishima chimes in. You look across at Bakugo and see the redhead sitting comfortably on a far-out couch.

"Tch." He glares at Kirishima. It doesn't take long for his gaze to fall back to you.

"Eyes here."

Your eyes catch his gaze again, the way he stares back at you, his gaze locks you in place.

"That shitty-haired moron had enough of you already." He says.

There was something that shifted in the air. It was always filled with tension, but this felt more intense than the previous one. Because the tension that has been building now has a face.

He's staring down at you.

"Do you mind?" Bakugo says.

"Not at all." You answer.

Just in moments, hands find your waist, pulling you close, that serious expression on his face holds an underlying look of challenge. You naturally lean into him; he does as well. Both your lips slowly lock on the other as you both kiss.

This action doesn't take long for Bakugo to pull back a bit.

"Open your mouth." He demands.

You blink and lean back into a kiss. You gradually widen the kiss till both of you are borderline tongue-fucking each other. As you both entangle in this intimate make-out session, you catch grunts coming from his lips. A small testament of his pleasure.

You were fucking delicious.

His firm body and the taste of his lips penetrates an appetite that lies below the surface of your arousal. You lock your arm around his neck as you try to anchor onto his frame. By doing this, his touch lingered in other territories on your body.

Sliding down a hand to your ass, holding your frame close, pressing your chest into his. In this moment, you're melting in his touch more and more. You run a hand into his spiked hair as you both continue to indulge some more.

The room was warming down a bit, and you both continue this intimate exchange, making out with Kiri and Bakugo, both yield their own dangers. Moments later, you both unlock for a breath. The hunger that lingered in that kiss pressed deeper into your attraction to him. Bakugo catches his breath, taking in a deep breath. A tiny spread across his cheeks, furrowed brows that don't hint at annoyance but a controlled desire.

"Fuck..." He breathes out.

His gaze tries to fix on you, a certain high that lingers in both you and him. You were kind of like ecstasy for him, a new flavor.

"Good right." Kiri chirps in.

Bakugo doesn't stray his gaze away from you; he only seeps deeper into penetrative lust. His mouth is agape a little as the words roll down his lips.

"You both, to the bed."

In seconds before any lucid thought can enter your pretty little head, Bakugo wraps an arm around you. He then turns to you and asks.

"Is this okay?"

You don't say anything, you just lock your gaze on him and give him a firm nod.

He understands, you then wrap your arms around his shoulders, he then hoists you up, carrying you bridal style. You don't quite catch the smirk on Bakugo's face; Kirishima is out of sight.

The words that rang in your head. Only testifies to the kind of excursion that was in play right now as we speak.

As Bakugo walks in the direction of what you assume is the bedroom, it begins to set in, being carried to the bedroom only means one thing in this instance, sex. Being carried bridal style is something you imagine newlywed couples do after a wedding; this was a severely different scenario, of course, your parents leaned a bit conservative.

So something like this is forbidden.

Your heart races from both nerves and excitement. You obviously want this, and it all starts to feel more and more real.

Entering the room, the dimmed interior was all that came into view. You also notice a rolled-back floor-to-ceiling window, the moonlight pouring into the room. Your eyes caught a merged bed that was now a little more than a king-size bed. There also sits Kirishima, manspreading on the mattress as he waits for you both.

"Took you both long enough." He grins at you both.

"Fast hands, huh?" You hear from Bakugo.

"We're accommodating for baby shark; she deserves a good time.”

The environment was warm, and soon it was about to get warmer from then on. Bakugo inches closer to the merged beds as he holds you close. Slowly, as he stops at the foot of the bed, he gently lowers you down onto the soft mattress.

You unlock your arm from him and shift your position to the surface of the bed.

You look at Bakugo, and he looks at you. He inspects your body language, and as he does, he calculates his next move.

You can feel from how the mattress dips, you notice Kirishima's frame is pressed against your back. You can feel how your body lies on his.

"Are you okay with this?" Kirishima asks.

You only nod at his action, he gives you a sly smile, and wraps his arms around your waist as he moves closer to your temple and gives you a sweet kiss.

Bakugo looks at both of you; he doesn't disturb you both. You only feel a fluttering beat in your chest as Kiri continues to place kisses on your temple.

"Don't forget, eyes here," Bakugo demands. Your eyes shoot back at him, his frame crouches a bit as he slowly tugs on his tank top.

He pulls his tank top further up, and you can see the curvature of his abs peak out. He shifts in place as he completely pulls off his tank top, throwing it to the side. Your eyes are completely fixed on his topless body.

Just wow. His defined muscles and firm stature gives him that enticing appeal to him. Your eyes don't ever stray away from him. You don't even notice how Kirishima's arms unlock from your waist.

It's just that— Katsuki Bakugo has a body hot enough to drool.

Bakugo notices your gaze fixed on him, your eyes never straying away from the blonde. This not only catches his attention but also gives him an ego boost. His pride only grows bigger.

"You like what ya see?" Katsuki teased.

The way your eyes dilate in the dark, no words fall out of your mouth, but a small yet audible moan that rolls off your lips.

This stroked Bakugo's ego some more. He crouches down, firmly sitting on the merged bed. You were so focused on Bakugo, you didn't notice the shifts that were happening behind you.

"Whining already?"

"..." You look away from him, but he catches you as he anchors your gaze towards him, a hand placed firmly on your chin as you look at him in such a lustful appetite you can't even hide behind your shyness. His thumb is lying gently on the side of your lip as he rubs circles. You gently press your lips together, closing the gap between your upper and lower lips as the bewildered look on your face slowly fades.

It doesn't take long for Bakugo to adjust his hand, now cupping your cheek. In the intent to pull you in for a kiss, another hand steadily latches onto Bakugo's wrist, the wrist he held up to cup your cheek.

"What about me?" Kirishima teased.

"Wouldn't you want to see my body too?" Kirishima says, obviously teasing you. You try to look back at Kiri, but Bakugo stops you before you can look at Kiri's shirtless silhouette.

Bakugo reminds you.

"Remember, eyes here.”

"Right—sorry." You apologize as you try to keep your focus on Bakugo. Kirishima eventually lets go of Bakugo's wrist as his arm returns to your waist. Just the fact that you are currently being sandwiched by two men at the same time, it dissolves any sort of neutrality in you.

"Open your mouth." Bakugo demands again.

You obey as you let him take the dominant role, while Kiri is playing as a supportive vice for you. You lean into Kiri as Bakugo presses into you. You and the hot-head engage in a more passionate exchange as you both sensually made-out on their hotel bed.

Bakugo pulls away, and he breathes out in a huff. He persues as he dips his head to the crook of your neck, he buries his face, and he starts by littering kisses on your neck as he works his way down. All of this feels way too intimate, but you don't want it to stop.

You're focused on the close contact he is giving you that you don't notice how his teeth slightly graze your skin. It only hits you when he bites down on your flesh, not hard or rough, but just enough where you sorta yelp in surprise.

Bakugo pauses for a moment, you understand the implications, and respond.

"Please keep going— you just surprised me, that's all." You firmly respond.

"I like it."

Bakugo’s gaze softens a bit and dives back down, inching closer to the base of your neck. He liters your skin in kisses and paints hickeys.

You let out a pitched moan; this only gave Bakugo the confidence to keep going. However, this only made Kiri a bit more competitive.

"You like it that much, huh?" Kirishima asks. 

Through Bakugo’s controlled exploit, you were easily able to draw out a response.

"Yeah!”

Your answer seems to turn a flame in Kirishima's spirit; he doesn't just hold you close, but he wants to be more active in your virginity-losing agenda.

"Would you mind if I have a bite then?" He smirks.

As you try to form the words to speak, Bukugo is already inching closer to the base of your cleavage as he continues his intimate assault. It was quite overwhelming to see how well he uses his mouth in more ways than one.

"Ahh~ please."

You were able to muster out your response. Kirishima takes your response well, very well.

He pulls you back a bit, which causes Bakugo to lean with you. Kiri begins by gently licking the shell of your earlobe, he then goes to dip his head at the side of your neck. He also begins to bare his teeth against your sensitive flesh. Both of them start to leave marks on your body as you're overwhelmed by their joint cooperation.

A lot of moments have passed. Your outfit was already loose and was on the verge of falling off. The warmth that followed on your neck and chest simmered. Two men at your side as you await the time to actually begin fucking.

Kirishima reaches for your top, slowly sliding down a piece of your cloth. You were mellow in your thoughts, Kirishima persisted on the tug until you made a small gasp that took both men by surprise.

Kirishima immediately stopped, Bakugo looked in your direction, scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.

"You okay?" Kirishima asks, concerned.

"Yeah... I uh..." You look away, embarrassed.

"Really?" Bakugo steps in.

"Well... It's just that I'm—embarrassed," You admit, keeping your gaze away from theirs. You don't notice how both turn to each other and give each other a nod of agreement.

“Can't get naked yet?" Kiri asks politely.

"No! No, I want to."

"It's just, I'm a bit embarrassed for you guys to see my body." You admit, a tiny flush reaches your cheeks.

"Seriously?"

Bakugo annoyingly questions; he isn't mad or anything, just by the situation, it is quite humorous and ironic.

"We were practically sucking on your neck and tits."

"And now you're getting shy??" He says with that same sharp, snappy tone he shows to Kirishima.

"Well, yeah.." You look away, embarrassed. I mean, you can't quite blame the ironic situation; you were just whining for more of their touch, so the message relayed was a bit miscalculated.

Fortunately for Kiri, he always tries to make situations a bit lighter.

"Hahahaha, please, you're so adorable, baby shark." He laughs out.

"Katsuki and I won't judge. Besides, this is an agreement; we won't back out because of how you look."

"Not to be disrespectful, but we don't care about a woman's assets." He continues.

"Sure, we both have our preferences, but size and shape don't matter to us." He affirms with a smile at the end.

"Would it make you comfortable if you strip on your own?"

"Yes…”

They don't push you to hurry in anyway; they just sit with you, observing how you slowly take off pieces of clothing, slowly revealing your naked body. Their eyes dilated as your breasts came into full display. How comfortable your hips must feel, the warm glow of the lampshade and moonlight illuminating your figure as if it were to be displayed in a museum. No other thought enters their mind. It's just, you were definitely their type.

"Fucking gorgeous." Bakugo mindlessly mutters.

"Say that again." Kiri teased.

"Shut up, you dumbass."

"Fine, I won't get in the way." Kirishima moves aside to let Bakugo get clearer access to you. It was the manly thing to do.

"Lay back." Bakugo instructs you, his gaze never leaving your naked figure. As much as he is attracted to your body, he doesn't want to jump in right away. He takes things slow so that he doesn't scare you off. Besides, tonight was about you.

You shift in your position, sliding your body down the mattress, you lie on your back. You admit this was a bit embarrassing, but you were not letting your awkwardness or embarrassment kill the mood.

Bakugo starts by kissing your temple and mutters softly.

"I'll be taking the lead, don't forget what to do when it feels wrong."

You don't speak, you respond by wrapping an arm around his neck, his face inches to yours, his hair falls onto your forehead as he observes your face.

"Do you want my touch?" He asks.

"Yes." You answer him firmly and unmoving.

He doesn't make any major moves on you; Bakugo likes to build up the circumstances because this is where his pride stands out. He starts by gently cupping one of your tits, and in doing so, you give out a small gasp. He gently plays with it. It doesn't take long for your arms to slowly slide down his exposed back. Your whines are only adding to the now very sexual tension in the air. Bakugo is closing the gap between the two of you, kissing you roughly. You follow along with his movements, you’re lost in his taste and touch.

As he progresses his movements, he slowly trails down to your thighs, rubbing his warm palms against your exposed skin. You whimper at this action as you only grab onto him more.

Both of your mouths unlock as Bakugo's lips find your neck as he starts to leave hickeys on it. A rough and gentle way of showing his need for you. He doesn't want to take you all in but is slowly letting you warm up on your own timing.

The way he roughly kisses your exposed neck makes you even more desperate. His touch and being under him enabled an appetite boiling inside of you.

"M-more..."

Your whimpers reached his ears as you melt into his hands and heat. He slowly lifts up his head and looks you in the eye and asks.

"Fingers or my mouth?"

In your semi-lucid mind, you can understand what this indicates and what this will lead to. You, on the receiving end, are gonna take full advantage. A burning pit of excitement is underneath that dazed stare.

"Fingers.”

His brows crinkle into a look of concentration and amusement.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ || Author's Note: This is the second part to this sex-quence, get it? Lmao, anyway, I think I'll add one more to this smut fic.

☆ KiriBaku x female reader ☆ ( long one-shot || part 1 || part 2 || part 3/3 || ) - ( re-edit ) ☆ ( 18+ ) time skip characters/ aged-up, foreigner characters, making out, hard petting, hints of hard pressing ❯❯❯❯ MHA Masterlist || MAIN Masterlist || ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞 talking body - tove lo ♪ ˚⊹

You're 25, you're smart as fuck. You work as a teacher at an elite prepatory academy and a part-time professor at a well-established university. You live in one of the flashiest capital cities in your country, developed buildings, resorts, and sky-high luxury apartments next to beaches and romantic sunsets.

You were one of the few who didn't struggle right after college. You call yourself lucky to be living this life. You have a small circle of friends, the folks praise you for your grit and drive, you have a pleasing personality, the kind that others want to be around. However only a few can get a glimpse of the real you.

You're young, you have a hot body and still— you haven't got any head yet. That's a shame.

You're a virgin with a 2-bedroom apartment living in one of the many luxury apartments in the city. It's not the most high-end apartment in the city; however, what makes up for it is the amenities and location. You're both a temptation and a block away from clubs and bar hubs.

You abstained from sex since birth. When you lived under your parents' roof, the concept of relationships were simply out of the question. You didn't even try to entertain the idea of having sex with anyone. Even during college, a time of partying and bringing home a fling was so common. You were too hyper focused on not fucking it up. I mean— you saw how relationships ended. Even if it was just flings or casual sex. You weren't risking the possibility of being a homewrecker.

So why? Even after all this time out of school. Why are you still a virgin? Maybe it's because you prodded yourself to be this career woman, working for your position that only a few can reach. You achieved so much, whereas others took years to accomplish. It could also be that you put too much pressure on potential relationships.

You were quite strict on guys during college; only a few had access to you, nothing crossed the line beyond friendships. This made it even more difficult for you to enter the dating pool. The life you have is indeed rewarding, but days are turning stale and repetitive, maybe it's time to get out and have some fun.

In this sentiment, you thought to yourself that maybe it's time to actually fuck it up.

It's Friday evening. You stand across your bed, making the most important decision of your virgin life. You have to pick an outfit. You opted to hit up one of the districts where people who regularly go clubbing gathered.

However, you weren't a regular. You are indeed new to the scene, but you were definitely no idiot. You know that these clubs fill up easily, especially on Fridays and the weekends. It would be silly to cover up. The rule you follow when you pick out any of your outfits is if you want to show off your legs, you tend to cover up your top. And if you want to show off your top, you would wear something that covers your legs.

However, this time is different. You're planning to break that rule. You throw on an outfit that shows off both your legs, top, and cleavage. You did your hair and makeup. Not your usual style. But tonight wasn't one of those usual get-togethers. You're going to meet an experience that was so prohibited for so long, now feels so foreign. That is going to change, this night will end in sex.

Only a mystery on how and with whom.

You step foot into the club, you notice that there is a portion of the club in dim light. You can see people gather and mingle. You assume that these people were regulars, you look across the room and see that there is a part where it opens up to a bigger room, it has a bigger dance floor, and you can already see neon disco light rods flashing across the room, the room was painted in red and pink hues. People were starting to fill the club. You looked down and checked the time on your phone: 8:17 pm.

Your plan was to get a bit tipsy before entering the dance floor. If this night leads to surprises, it's best to have a bit of liquid encouragement to kickstart the time you're gonna spend.

Time passes and you find yourself with a circle of people. The alcohol was a definite asset for tonight, you're mingling with other friendly girls, you indulge in gossip and kissing each other on the cheek while taking selfies. With the company you had, you were really settled now.

You're sipping on your 2nd cocktails. Feeling a calm buzz in your brain, you look around your surroundings and see the group you were in chit-chatting. One of the ladies suggests that you all should start heading into the main dance floor, you agreed and were about to turn your heel.

Your body was facing towards the entrance of the club. As time passed, people started filling in the club, more people are coming in and it would be a smart idea to get settled in the main club room. You pressed yourself closer to the girls you mingled with, and before you could turn your back from the crowding entrance, something, much rather someone caught your eye standing idle near the entrance.

A striking redhead.

Your attention was suddenly fixed on the much taller and larger in stature male. He had a sturdy and bulky build to him, spiky hair in a fierce shade of red. You know what kinds of people would come to these clubs. Some people like to play with their appearance, but it seems to him looks is more than just a part of appearance. You can't quite place a finger on it. However, he definitely suited the atmosphere. Indeed, he had a rougher look to him, but approachable with how his body settles into the landscape of people. You can hint that he has some kind of a rougish charm to him. Undeniable, you think fucking he's hot.

He wore a tight-fitted t-shirt that almost squeezed his biceps, and gray sweats. You can definitely tell that he takes care of himself, you thought to yourself that maybe he was the perfect contender for your possible sexual excursions. But before you were lost deeper in your thoughts, a small hand lands on your back.

You turn to see the ladies you mingled with and start to head towards the main dance room. One of the girls signaled you to come with.

It's about time now.

You place your almost-empty cocktail down and head off to the main floor.

You find yourself close to the center of the dance floor. You let yourself lose, swaying to the music knowing you have your girls nearby. You can't ignore the lights, the music, the atmosphere. This is exactly where you want to be. The throbbing glow of the pink and magenta lights fixates on every body present in the club. That calm buzz in your head starts to become background static you ease into. The slow-hyped yet intimate music melts any coherent and moral thoughts left in your pretty head.

Right now, this is the best time to fuck up.

You slowly ease up to the crowd, you mingle into groups, this made others approach you in the process. You insert yourself in a group of people and sway with the music, you partner yourself with some people each time the music changes. You were dancing with a guy, not paying mind to anyone else. He was quite handsy with you, but you were the one who approached his group wanting to dance with one of them.

The tipsy buzz in your ears felt warm. However, now this time you can actually think a little. You look at the guy you were dancing with, you can tell that he wasn't just on drinks, it made you a bit worried about how close he was next to you. The way you danced felt a bit more stiff; by the way you moved, it was obvious that you were uncomfortable.

This then caught the attention of a certain spiked redhead.

You try to manoeuvre your body a little away from the guy you were with. You can't quite tell what substance he was on; it could be shrooms or ecstasy, or maybe a mixture of both. Either way, it made you want to step away from this spontaneous arrangement.

"Hey, this was fun, but I want to get back with my girlfriends." You spoke.

"Nahh baby... you're fu-fucking perfect with me~" He stampers on his words trying to sound seductive.

You slowly pull away from him. "I really need to step away now." You firm up your tone.

"No baby~ "

He hears you but he doesn't listen. He moves closer to you and wraps an arm around your waist. He pulls you close and tries to sway you to the beat of the music, but that gets stopped by someone.

"Hey man, I don't think she's interested." A voice speaks out, but you don't look over to where the voice came from.

"H-huh?" The guy split from his thoughts.

"She doesn't look all that comfortable with you. I think the manly thing to do is to let her go." The voice continued.

Someone stepping up for you? A stranger noticed?

You can feel his body shift as he pulls your body closer to his. His action made your stomach sink in. "She's not going anywhere you hear me-"

"Let her go, you damn idiot."

Another voice spoke out. But this time the voice was way more coarse and grittier. You can tell it was coming from another person.

"Wh-what are y-"

"Are you fucking deaf?" The voice spat.

"Let her go or I'll beat your ass! Do you fucking hear me?" His tone was naturally loud and harsh, you can feel the guy start to falter his grip on you.

"What are both your deals!? Leave us al-"

Before he could finish his words a hand placed on his shoulder, pulling him back from you. This loosens his grip.

"Hey man, let go or else." The voice spoke, and you turned to look where the voice came from. Swept by the current events, you can't quite make out a lot of details, but one thing stands out. That spiked red hair.

"Fuh-fine." He stuttered on his words and let go of his grip on you. You quickly distance yourself from him as you try to shake off from the uncomfortable tension just now. The guy hurriedly moved away from the scene, as the unknown redhead keept his gaze on the guy to make sure he was completely out of sight.

You caught your breath and needed a break from it all. You turned your body back to find the redhead still there, watching out for the guy if he ever came back.

You stood there staring at the redheaded male for a moment. He then catches a gaze on him, he shifts in place and turns to you. He caught you staring. The buzz in your head is still present but rather more muffled after the ordeal.

He was the first to notice and break the silence; he moved closer.

"Are you okay there?" The redhead asked in a gentle tone, trying to approach you calmly.

"Huh? Oh yeah! Don't worry I'm fine." You chirped out your answer; you were a bit shaken from both the interaction and his pursuit to check up on you. You blinked.

"Thanks for that." You thanked him. A smile flashes on his face, a very toothy grin on his face. One that you can only really describe as shark-like, but you found it quite cute on him, befitting his appearance, you caught yourself smiling at his expression, you turned to look away for a moment.

You then remember the other person who interfered. You turned to look for the person. There were a lot of people, but one male stood close to both of you.

He stood as equally tall as the redhead you spoke to. He also had spiked hair, but in an unmistakable shade of ash-blonde. Noticing his expression, he had a pissed-off look on him. It could be from the interaction with that weirdo guy that occurred. You also noticed his attire, a black tank top that showed his broad shoulders. He also wore rugged baggy jeans that fitted him just right.

You were unsure if this was the male that interfered with that guy, you were hesitant to say something, as you were about to look off to the side, the same gritty voice you heard spoke.

"Tsk, don't go entertaining stupid people like that jackass."

Your gaze fixed back at him.

"Those are the kinds of people who deserve to get their asses beat."

The blonde male continues as he mutters his words under that coarse tone of his. You scrunched your face into a slightly satisfied grin.

"Yeah, that guy was a pain in the ass." You gave a slight chuckle and continued.

"Thanks for stepping in all of that."

He doesn't respond and gives you a quick nod. You notice by his posture that he was about to leave the scene. You weren't asking for company, but it would be a bit of a waste to leave on that short exchange. Before he could fully turn his back on you, a figure moved in front of you, catching him.

You look up to see the other spiked-haired male standing next to him. An arm stretched and placed loosely around the blonde male's shoulder.

"Woah! Where are you going there man?"

"I don't care about this stupid club."

"C'mon, man, sweeten up a bit."

"Shut up!"

You can see their backs turned from you, you can hear their exchange, but not quite from the music that was blasting. It looks to you that they're close. You assume both of them were friends by how they stood next to each other. You can vaguely make out their conversation; you shouldn't be sticking your nose in other people's conversations in the first place. Luckily something else was distracting you.

You can see both of their tall frames side-by-side. The redheaded guy's arm stretched out on the blonde's shoulder; you see his biceps resting under the pink and red hues of the neon lights. Your gaze fixed on the silhouette of their backs turned, you can definitely tell they both are fit. You can't help but admit they're both quite attractive, like really attractive. But you're also quite intimidated by their stature.

You can't help but feel a slight withdrawal from that interaction with that weird guy. You need more alcohol and a distraction. You think of going back into the bar with one of the ladies you befriended, you turn to scan your surroundings, but you see none of them in sight. More people are packing into the dance floor, so trying to find them will surely take a while.

And right now, you reaaalllyyy need some alcohol and a distraction, so.

"Hey, do you guys want to get some drinks from the bar?" You stand behind the two men.

They both shift and turn to you. The red-haired male gaze fixed on you. He smiles "If you're comfortable with us that is." He responds in a cheery tone.

"I don't mind at all!" You respond.

"Well, if only you insist." He says with a growing grin on his face, his gaze shifts from you to the blonde male, his arm still slung over his shoulder.

"You coming?" The redhead's cheeks at grin.

"Tsk. I don't get why you're playing into this?"

"I'm not, hehe. I'm just agreeing to drinks, that's all." The red-haired male looks over to you and smirks.

"You should come to, maybe some alcohol is just the thing to loosen some screws."

"Shut up dumbass!"

The red-haired male sweetens his expression and turns to you. "We'll accompany you, just in case that creep comes back to bother you."

His soft gaze fixed on you made your heart skip a little. You soften your posture. He's right, you can't have your night be ruined again after that creep, so maybe new company won't be so bad.

"Sounds good."

"Alright, lead the way." The red-haired male drops his grip on the blonde, and the blonde male rolls his eyes at him. You see both of the shift to face you.

You felt your heart skip a beat by how they both turned to you. Admittedly, you were really attracted to both of them. What really made you have the hots for them is their rough exterior, but their divided personalities are just based on their first impressions. They kind of remind you of the guys you see on your old college campus. You had the tendency to avoid these kinds of men back in college because you knew what kinds of trouble that they would bring. But right now, something makes them quite alluring. It could be the atmosphere, or maybe the appetite for booze.

Before you could embarrass yourself in front of them, you turn your heel. You walk off to the bar with them following behind. You quickly went ahead and checked the time.

It's 9:27, the night is still young.

You look back at them, and they were eyeing you. Obviously, they were following in your direction. They obviously weren't checking you out, you thought to yourself. You really need your alcohol now.

Surprisingly, the spiked blonde male followed along.

Moments after you've all arrived at the bar and gotten your drinks, you sort of descended into deeper territories with these strangers. You're not quite sure how much time has passed. You're drinking spirit on the rocks this time, but now you went a little bit heavier on the alcohol.

By the time frame of where you were, you're still miles away from your alcohol limit. Started making some small talk which, then delved into more personal topics.

You've got to know their names, the redhead: Ejiro Kirishima, but nicknamed Kiri, and the blonde male: Katsuki Bakugo, but Kiri calls him by his last name. In the conversation, Kiri did most of the talking. You find out that they're both from Japan, and they say that they're on a short vacation given to them by their agencies in order to relax and reward themselves for their hard work. They don't mention their jobs to you; for them, it wasn't necessary in the slightest, because, like you were just there to have fun.

Some sips and word spill you also open up about yourself. You told them your name, what your job is, and mentioned your business being in the club. You can't help but be a bit embarrassed by your reasoning. It felt like a very cliché reason, but all of it was the unfiltered truth.

You earned a cheeky smirk from Kiri for your honesty. Kiri stared at you, gazed fixed on your figure, he was checking you out but not with a lustful appetite, not yet at least. He was more amused than ever. You told them about you're plans for that night and how your settling into the crowds to hopefully land a fling.

You say this all honestly, sided with Kiri's attention glued onto every word that spills out of your mouth. You thought Bakugo lost interest in your presence just by how indifferent he was acting. Clearly, you can't demand his attention. However, even though your words gets slightly muffled by the music and crowd. You don't catch how Bakugo hangs onto your words.

Not out of need, but out of curiosity.

Often, your honesty is calculated. You would rather not speak than spill. Although in the presence of an alternative landscape and under the effects of alcohol. All of that calculation and silence goes out the window, and for that transparency, you have two contrasting rougish men witnessing all of it.

Gulping down the scent of the calmed chaos in the atmosphere, you understand 2 truths. First, you find the men in front of you really fucking hot. Like fuckable kinda hot. You understood that it's inappropriate to think of people like that, let alone strangers, but you have to admit, they overshadow the guys you see around those college parties. The second truth comes after realising the first: yes, you find them attractive, and yes, you kind of wanna do a bit more than sip drinks, but you're too scared to make moves or even have the chance to flirt.

It was easier when the guys came up to you and initiated. You always give them smooth responses, either an invite or a decline, and in the end, it always comes out without having to carefully pick your words. But for some reason, you hit a wall with them. You're a bit more flustered around them, not the obvious kind, but you catch yourself sipping on your drink more and looking to the side.

Without the context, it might've looked like you were uncomfortable with their presence, but given that you were the one who invited them. You can't help how you look to them right now. Then again, this all could be just the alcohol. Your head isn't quite along the lines of being lucid.

The way you look away, the way you shift your body when speaking, how you speak, and how you sip your drink. At first impressions, you looked like a regular at the bar, but as your movements talk and how your body language speaks.

Kiri's mind starts to change about you.

In his line of work, it's an asset of a skill to read into his target's actions, understand when is the right time to strike or to back off. He isn't called the bravest for no reason; even so, who knew that skill was quite an applicable one at that, especially right now.

"Y'know this night will mean nothing if we just sit around and sip drinks." He expresses.

"Hey Bakugo, you don't mind if-"

"Just don't be stupid."

Bakugo cuts him off and gives Kiri a look, a look only they understand. Kiri smirks.

"Of course, babe."

To you, they seem quite close. Your impression of Kiri was that he was kind of the adaptable type. He can be serious when it is necessary and quite the approachable kind when not. He's kind of a flirt? But that's a hard assumption to give to someone when you meet them at a club.

He lifts his drink and finishes it off as his gaze fixes onto you as he turns to you. His right arm pulls down the glass from him lips and stretches across the bar counter, eyes still fixed on you. He gives you an unreadable look. A look that is between amusement and controlled trouble. He put his glass down.

"If it's fine with you, may I take you somewhere else?" He smirks

You gazed at him, and the expression on his face paints a dangerous intrigue in both you and himself. Your choice matters here.

"What do you suggest?" You ask.

"We can do a little more than waste ourselves in alcohol?" He hums,

"Oh really?" You ease your tone to match his.

"Do you want to be wasted on the dance floor? Or do you want to share drinks?"

"Only if you want to." He asks for your consent.

"I'm very tempted by your offer, Kiri." You put your almost- empty glass aside. You commend on his offer and not pushing you for an affirmation. And the way he is speaking to you ignites something in you.

"Shall I ask again?" He cheeked a grin playfully.

"May I?" He fixes his stare and tone on you. As if he were inviting you to enter something memorable.

"You may." You answer.

Kirishima's grin drops to a half-lidded smirk, that playful expression transforms into a teasing one, much rather, turning into. He then offers you a hand, and you place your hand in his palm. The surface of his palm is coarse, but that didn't matter to you. You fix your attention on him and his temptful gaze on you.

"I'll keep that guy away if he decides to come back."

He begins to shift away from his seat and leads you two back to the dance floor. Your mind settled in his presence and his protection.

You really want rounds with him now.

The beats of the song and the thumping red hues of the lights, the alcohol has got you past tipsy, but still coherent enough to notice how Kiri has been eyeing you down. The look on his face is past the look of amusement; you see his appetite on his face.

Kiri eases into your touch, starting by holding your hand and twirling you around to the music. You also ease into him as you move closer to his frame, as you feel up music. It was a few moments till your hands found his shoulder and his hands found your waist. The hues in the room shine a red like no other, an intimate red.

It's kind of like his hair color. You like how well it suited him, and Kiri liked how well you suited his interest. It was obvious that by now, by the atmosphere, the lyrics to the song that rendered into the crowd, and just the way you both locked gazes at each other. You both wanted more. Not the invasion kind, just a passive appetite.

You feel as Kiri slowly moves you closer to him as you both dance to the music. You feel how firm his physique is as you unknowingly grind your chest into him.

He's hard as a rock.

He feels you up, and of course, you are willing to receive his touch, and in the process, that passive appetite awakens an even deeper hunger inside of you.

"Fuck, you're hot."

The words just slip out of your mouth. Kiri smirks at your confession.

"Careful now, your boldness might get you in trouble, baby." You've aroused his attention.

He rubs a hand around your waist as he presses into you, the heat coming off both of your bodies lightens as flame waiting to incinerate your coherence.

By his touch alone, you really wanted a lot more from this man, and he can read of all it just from how you grind into him.

"Call me that s'more." You seduced.

Fuck, even though you were a virgin. You loosen real good after courage and spirit. To Kirishima, he really wants to play into you, to ease and mold you to fit him and another.

"You want me to call you baby, hmm?" He flirts back. A smirk reaches his lips.

"Speak up." He calmly commands.

The way he is holding onto you means that he's persistent in toying with your needs, only for this moment at least.

"Please, Kiri~" You pleaded.

"Fuck, my name sounds so pretty coming from you, baby." He dips his head closer to your face.

"Yeah, Kiri." You whisper into the proximity between the two of you.

"Good, do you want a treat with that?" He slowly closes the gap between you both. Retaining eye contact as he gives you a tempting look.

"Mhmm... Yeah ah-mh!"

"Mmfuck...ah"

Your words melted into a feverish kiss, as you both finally close the gap between the both of you. You both press into each other, the surface of each other's clothing rubs against each other as if trying to merge, as you both engage in the most intimate show of PDA.

You can feel him so close, you can taste him and the alcohol mixing together as you keep up this nasty fevering make-out session. As you both are making out, Kirishima slowly pushed you back, guiding you to the direction of the nearest wall. You feel your arm brush against other people as you ever slowly step back paced with Kiri's movements. You clumsily try to match your movements to Kirishima's pace as he kisses you so intimately. There was something incredibly adorable about your inexperienced ass.

You feel your back against the wall, your arms wrapped around Kiri's neck, he has his hands firm on your waist as he holds you comfortably. It doesn't take long till your little whines become more audible. Kirishima smirks and gives you a small chuckle; a roaring desire blooms in his chest. He pulls away, and a dazed expression is painted on both your faces. A totally delicious lust-drunk expression on the redhead, and you looked like you were standing at the gates of ecstasy.

"My my, what a cute face babyyy~"

"Uhmm..." You try to say something, but the dazed buzz from both the alcohol and the kiss still lingers on the surface of your tongue.

"It's maybe just the alcohol ,but right now, I really wanna give you an experience that your body craves." He smirks, then slowly dips his head closer to your cheeks.

"Tell me what you want, baby shark~" He coos into your cheek, giving it a slow peck.

"More... Please..." You manage to speak out.

He then dives into your jaw, sinking into your sensitive flesh, a hitched moan escapes your lips, he abuses that area as he continues lowering his kisses and teasing.

You shut your eyes from all the intimate attention you were receiving from him. You can feel how his lips graze your skin, his teeth ever so slightly bite at the flesh on your neck.

As you try to keep your moans and whines to a minimum, before Kirishima was able to melt more kisses down to the crook of your neck, a familiar voice catches both of you off guard.

"What the fuck are you doing ,Kiri!?"

As you peer your eyes open, you can see the same blonde, tall figure you collided with. Kirishima lifts his head a bit to speak.

"What's it look like I'm doing Bakugo?" Kirishima chimes.

"You dumbass, I told you not to do anything stupid." He bites back.

"It wasn't my request. Besides, she deserves the fun, right, baby?" Kiri says as he pulls away from your figure and stands between you and the blonde male.

"You're really pissing me off tonight." Bakugo hisses at Kiri's attempt at reason.

"Bakugo, it seems to me that you're really jealous right now." He reasons.

"What are you playing at Kiri!?" He snaps.

Kiri doesn't respond but instead turns to look at you.

"Baby shark, do you like Bakugo?" He slyly questions you. This took Bakugo off by surprise and left him paused in his thoughts before he was able to break free and cuss out Kiri. Your voice cuts him off.

"I-I do."

Your voice pronounced a very clear motive, one that Kiri was already plotting to take advantage of, not only on you but the hot-headed blonde that stood motionless, a growing blush on his cheeks emitting onto his sharp features. He looks away and stays silent; you also succumb to the same loud silence.

Kiri wasn't letting this settle,

He creeps closer to Bakugo and lays an arm across his shoulder. He tilts his head and quirks a grin.

"You heard her, Katsuki." He cooed into his ear.

"..."

"Hmm? Speak up big guy." He coolly says.

"Yeah, you idiot! I heard her." He grunts.

A chuckle leaves Kirishima's lips.

"What should we do about it?" Kirishima proposes cunningly, you were still dazed from the deep make-out session you had with Kiri, but still present to register the words coming out of their mouths.

"You fucking dumbass." He snickered as he shifted his position to face away from you. But he can't help but glance back at you, eyeing you down. Bakugo was indeed drawn to you, but was hesitant to approach you.

"You're quite readable, y'know. Don't try to hide it. I know you want her just as bad."

"Shut your trap!" He snaps back at Kiri.

"And for you, baby, I can definitely tell that you were eyeing down Bakugo." He switches back to you.

"So what if I was?" You shyly respond to his observation.

"You trying to find out?"

"And if I was?"

"Questions jumping back and forth here now!" Kiri coolly says.

"Right now we all could use some— friction, don't you both say?"

"Proposing an offer, Kiri?" The blonde sharply questions the redhead.

"If you tag along with us, we'll show you a really good time— only on one condition." Kirishima pauses.

"And that is..?"

"You're taking both of us, were a package deal." He finished his words. On the other hand, you were lost for words. The words indeed registered in your head. You understand what was happening, and for some reason, you can't be thorough with your thoughts. You weren't considering your options; you sort of allowed that condition.

A flustering image came to your head, imagine both of them with you. Of course, your plan was to get fucked, but with two people is challenging your limits. But— you did not oppose either.

"Fuck..." The only word that was able to slide off your mouth.

"Fuck is right, baby."

"Both of us and you, together," Kirishima claims in front of both of you. Your night was just about to get even more crazier. A dazy expression is painted on your face as you keep silent. Kiri looks hungry, and Bakugo looks indifferent, but there is a hint of curiosity at the tip of his brows. An expression Kirishima notices.

"And for you, Katsuki, I'll let ya go first with baby shark."

"Tch, whatever."

"Y'know I'm a gentleman, right, babe?"

Your gaze catches sight of Kirishima's mischievous expression as he leans into the blonde and firmly locked lips with the spiked blonde. A tugged expression on Bakugo's face, not from rejection but from surprise.

Is this normal for them?

Kirishima pulls away from the Bakugo. The blonde has this annoyed look on his face, this gave you the idea that this may not be the first time they kissed. Before Bakugo could cuss him out, Kirishima stuck his tongue out and gave him a wink. You slightly blushed at their intimate situation. You can tell that their relationship exceeded friendship. But this left you wondering, how would it be when you're involved? Physically, intimately, sexually, all the scenarios that plague your head makes you curious on how both of them and yourself could mean.

'This isn't their first with a third party— right?'

As the questions raced in your semi-lucid mind a familiar voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"C'mon, baby, let's get out of here."

You look at them and see them separated a bit, a little space between them, a space where you were meant to be, just for tonight— right?

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ || Author's Note: Heyy, this is my first smut pair fic on this account. Hopefully this isn't too bad, hahahahaha. I like writing stuff based on the music I listen to.