heh kinda early, but i was wondering if you could do the classic brothers best friend trope but instead of a brother, make it a sister and the friend would be ochaco?
older sister's best friend drummer!ochako uraraka 18+ MDNI!!!
your garage had been your older sister’s band’s practice spot since you could remember, music playing throughout the house at all times of day and night— oftentimes resulting in both her and her friends getting scolded by your mom. with time, your house became the default hangout spot, so it wasn’t unusual to find some of your sister’s bandmates casually lounging around. you basically grew up with them.
and it was probably the most cliché of clichés, getting a big fat crush on one of them— ochako uraraka, the band’s drummer. in your eyes, she had always been the textbook definition of cool, and childish admiration soon turned into something much, much hotter.
you don’t know how long you’ll be able to survive with these barely containable feelings, especially when she just keeps showing up like…this. on your couch, in a tiny top and even shorter shorts to fight the scalding heat of the season. yeah, surely someone up above wanted to kill you today.
“oh, hey y/n!” ochako greets you with a big smile. “wanna watch some tv? i’m sooooooo bored.”
“where’s my sister?” you asked, circling the couch to go grab a handful of grapes from the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter. “don’t tell me she’s still at her boyfriend’s? i though i’d heard her this morning.”
“hm?” she turns around. “hey can you throw me one?” she makes grabby hands at you, and you laugh before tossing a grape in her direction. she successfully catches it, plopping it into her mouth. “—to answer your question,” she mumbles with her mouth full, “she’s going to get kyouka because her car broke down, and since she usueally picks up mina, your sister has to detour to her house as well.”
“jees, she’s getting the full tour of the city,” you snort. “tell me about it,” ochako shakes her head. “i told her she could’ve just told me to come later, but then she said that you were home and could’ve kept me company.”
you raise a brow, skeptical. “did she say that? is she actually capable of saying nice things about me?”
“nope,” she giggles. “she just said you were home, i drew the conclusion from it that you might’ve been good company.” there’s something in the way she says it that makes you falter, heat creeping up your neck, and you pray she doesn’t notice how flustered you became just from her words.
“o-oh…” you shake it off with a chuckle, then try to come up with a way to change the topic. “uhm, i put up that poster you gave me! thanks for that, by the way, it’s so cool and it looks so good. i put it on the wall where my record player is.”
ochako beams at that. “really? would you like to show me?”
oh, how that backfired.
the thought of ochako being in your room has you stalling once more, your brain filled with thoughts you definitely shouldn’t be having right now. you realize you’ve been waiting too long to reply when she tilts her head. “s-sure!” you finally croak out. “o-of course, let’s go upstairs.”
“i’m sorry for the mess,” you look over your shoulder as you open the door to your bedroom. “i still haven’t finished unpacking so…yeah, it’s not too pretty.”
you weren’t exaggerating. since coming back from uni, you’ve been grabbing the clothes you wanted to wear directly from your suitcase, uncaringly dropping what you didn’t need on the floor. the only thing you did was putting back up your posters and other decorations, as well as reorganizing your figures and manga volumes on the shelves— it was still very much a work in progress, though.
“don’t worry!” ochako chuckled reassuringly from behind you. “you should see mine, even when i don’t have stuff to unpack.”
rambling is your only way to ignore just how fucking nervous you are at the moment. sure, ochako has been in your room before, but the two of you were never quite alone like this. it was either her, kyouka and mina dropping by to say hi when they came to practice, or to slip you a jell-o shot - or two…or three - during parties.
this…this was much different.
“well, i see you’ve unpacked the essentials only.”
and you’re about to come up with a playful reply before you’re following her line of sight, your face contorting into an expression of pure horror when your gaze falls on the vibrator lying on your unmade bed, only half-hidden by the sheets but still very unmistakably vibrator-shaped.
you want to die.
no, you need to die. like right now, with the floor cracking beneath your feet and sucking you into the depths of the earth.
“ah, uhm…t-that’s…i-i don’t…” you whimpering, overwhelmed by shame as ochako simply looks at you, clearly trying to fight back a laugh as she watches you squirm, not wanting to make you feel any worse. “i-i’m so sorry! this is so embarrassing,” you scramble to the bed, trying to hide it under as many pillows you can, hands shaking as you fumble with them.
ochako can’t hold back, bursting into laughter, doubled over with both hands clutching her stomach. the fact that you look like you’re about to throw up doesn’t help. “oh my gosh, sorry, sorry,” she wipes away a tear. “that’s…that was too funny, sorry. but there’s nothing to be ashamed of! if that makes you feel better, i own a few of those myself, it’s completely normal!”
you’re kneeling on the bed, hand still clutching a pillow as you look back at her. she has toys too? if you weren’t mortified enough before, the image of ochako touching herself is—
“stupid boys weren’t treating you right?”
when did she get on the bed!?
she’s sitting right next to you, so close you can smell her perfume mixed with a bit of sweat from the heat, big brown eyes staring right into yours. rosy lips stretched into a grin. you’re pretty sure she can hear how loudly you gulp.
“ah, t-that’s not—”
“or maybe girls?” she leans in, her nose only a breath away from yours.
your heart shouldn’t be beating so fast, the sound of your own blood thundering in your ears, and you’re not sure if you’re more scared or embarrassingly turned on. “i haven’t, uhm…i-i don’t really…”
admitting that you’re a virgin would surely make you look like even more of a loser. sure, there was some rubbing situation once, with an equally as intoxicated girl who was a year your senior at a party, but nothing more. because that girl wasn’t ochako.
“hm? no one, really? oh, poor girl,” she coos, and the faux sympathy in her voice has your thighs clenching together. “and i’m sure your…friend doesn’t satiate you enough, am i right?”
you can only nod.
“i can fix that.”
and you’re not sure how you end up with your shorts and panties discarded to the floor, shirt bunched up to let your tits spill free, red marks decorating the skin. ochako’s kiss is like a drug, obliterating any rational neuron in your brain and overriding it with something primal and depraved.
“oh, look at her,” she holds your thighs apart, marveling at the thick coat of glistening slick on your cunt, drooling hole clenching around nothing. “already so puffy and needy…no one’s been giving her the attentions she deserves, am i right?”
your chest heaves with panting breaths, ochako’s calloused hands manhandling your thighs is a sight that makes every fantasy you’ve ever had pale compared to the real thing. she isn’t even looking at you, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear to get even closer as she talks to your pussy, breath fanning over your sensitive core as her thumb spreads your folds.
“chako…” you call her name in a shaky whimper, but it quickly turns into a loud sob when three of her fingers come smacking! flat down on your poor cunt. your legs instinctively close shut, but she doesn’t let you, wrenching them open once more. “i wasn’t talking to you,” she chides. “i was talking to her. now, where were we—”
the sound of the front door opening downstairs has the both of your bristling. “ochako? ochako, are you still here? i brought mina and kyouka!”
you almost fall off the bed as you rush to grab your clothes and fix yourself, while ochako calmly gets up and stops on your doorway. “yeah, i was in the bathroom! i’ll be down in a minute!” she turns to you then, making sure you see her putting in her mouth those same fingers that had been coated in your juices only moments ago, licking them clean.
“thanks for keeping me company,” she chirps. “i’ll come by to say goodbye later. don’t miss me too much, ‘kay?”
┊┊a/n. i don't really know how much older ochako is 3 years at best? her and reader are a senior and a freshman in college respectively? dunno man...i wish i could've made this longer but i was revising for my exam the whole day...wish me luck for tomorrow chat :(((
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24 hours. no one’s had any news from you for 24 hours. your roommates are back home to visit their family, your parents are too far away. you shouldn’t have been alone, you had plans with your boyfriend for the weekend— that is, until you received a picture of him and another girl in his bed, telling you that she was sorry, that she was looking out for you because she had no idea he had a girlfriend.
you spent the next 24 hours in a daze. you don’t remember how much you cried, if your body was able to produce tears at all, or if your tear ducts had simply finished their reserves. the apartment feels so big it’s almost threatening, or maybe it’s so small you’re suffocating? you don’t know.
so all you can do is lay in bed, your head so full of thoughts it’s empty now, so overwhelmed you’re pretty sure you’ve gone catatonic. when you thought of the word heartbreak, it always seemed like a metaphor, a hyperbole, even. now, it’s never felt more real and tangible, because you can’t feel your heart at all. you can’t feel anything.
you don’t even hear the front door being opened, the footsteps approaching your room.
“ah, you’re here."
no, it can’t be.
slowly emerging from under your blanket, your gaze meet those unmistakable amethyst eyes. suguru.
“what…h-how did you get inside the house?” your voice is raw from crying, throat dry and itching. “not my fault your friends still hide the key under the same spot,” he replies casually. “your mom called me, she said she hasn’t heard from you in a while. wouldn’t want her to file a missing person report for nothing, would you?” his tone isn’t exactly condescending, more like he’s trying to cover up the sincere worry in his voice. proud as ever.
“i’m alive,” you grumble, falling back against the pillow. “you can leave, suguru.”
he watches you for a moment, his mind ready to leave. but his heart isn’t. “even your friends were worried,” he speaks up again. “i said you were probably too busy with your boyfriend.”
“do you see him anywhere?” you spit out, venom clinging to every syllable. “no, i don’t,” he sighs. “you better call your mother, then. don’t make her worry for nothing.”
“did you just come in here to scold me?” you bark, springing up in a sitting position, balled fists hitting the duvet as you glare at him. “and why would my mom even call you?”
“because you didn’t return her calls? and none of your friends are in town? trust me, i’m as surprised as you are that she still has my number saved,” he moves a strand of raven hair behind his ear, shoulders slouched like he’d rather be anywhere else but here. “but you’re right, i don’t know what i’m doing here, or why i would even care.”
there’s a bitter edge to his words you can’t ignore, annoyance dissolving from your gritting teeth. you look down. “y-yeah…you should leave now, then.”
suguru is still watching you from the doorway, the whole room bather in the weak, grayish light that forces itself through the blinds. no matter how much he screamed at his feet to move, they simply didn’t want to cooperate. so he does what he knows best— put on a mask to hide that he cares. “your room and the house are a mess, it’s pitiful.”
you don’t have the strength to stop him.
you simply lay back down in bed and retreat under the duvet as suguru opens the windows, finally letting out the stagnant smell that had set in the room. as he moves around the house, you don’t even notice you’re finally relaxed enough to let yourself fall into sleep’s embrace.
“hey, wake up.”
a gentle hand is caressing your head, and in your sleepy haze, you naturally nuzzle into the touch. with all your defenses gone, you don’t even realize what you’re saying. “don’t leave me again,” you don’t even realize you’re crying. “please, don’t leave me, i—”
you wake up with a gasp, eyes wide a red-rimmed, cheeks wet with tears. suguru.
“hey, hey you’re okay,” he coos soothingly, a weak, pained smile on his lips. “i didn’t have much to work with what i found in the fridge but i made you something to eat for whenever you’ll feel like it. i have to leave now, satoru and shoko don’t know i came here, and it’s probably for the best that they don’t.”
you gulp, your heart still pounding. suguru is so close, sitting down on the bed right next to you. with the sunlight shining behind him, he looks like an angel.
“o-okay, yeah, i understand. thank you, suguru,” you avert your eyes, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “there…there’s no chance that you’ll—”
“no,” he says with steady finality. “i can’t, but i want you to know that it hurts me. i’m sorry it didn’t work out with him, and even if it’s killing me to see you like this…i can’t.”
he takes a deep breath, eyes flicking between yours for a moment longer before he gets up. you don’t beg him to stay, and his feet finally listen to him when he walks to the door, when he shuts the door behind him.
and you’re alone again.
┊┊a/n. this is mega buns i know but it's all i could write while in immense pain and i really don't want to write this essay for uni. not beta read we die like suguru
In the midst of summer, 1962, you’d put your prettiest summer dress on — yellow with the cutest little flowers — and paired it with your favourite straw hat. You stood at the edge of the platform, just back from the white line and tactile paving, waiting for the steam train to come. Your parents had sent a letter down not too long ago, inviting you to go and see their new cottage and celebrate their wedding anniversary.
Of course you had accepted, going to the station just a week later and booking a ticket for the next train to their town. It was the first time you’d been on one of the newer models, apparently they had improved seating, though you weren’t entirely sure if that was just Mina trying to soothe your nerves about travelling or not.
Soon enough, the train pulled into the station, a royal blue beauty, gorgeously made up and painted. You took another step back, watching as the previous driver got off, tipping his hat to you and offering a warm smile. You gave him one back, clutching your hand-held suitcase and crinkling your ticket with the movement.
Honestly, you were too busy admiring the locomotive in front of you to pay much attention to your surroundings, though that distraction was quickly broken when a hand came to rest on your shoulder. “Sorry, I’ll just slide through here.” You looked up, meeting eyes briefly with stunning ruby red.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to be in your way.” You barely called out. You watched as the mysterious man in the blue suit took the keys off of his co-worker, grumbling a low “thank you” as he did so. He really was a pretty boy. You thought to yourself, watching him climb into the cabin and place his hat down by the wheel. You hardly noticed as he leant out the window, tufts of blonde hair sticking up as he called out to you.
“Are you getting on?” he questioned roughly. You panicked a little, nodding and looking down at your ticket to see what carriage you were supposed to be in. You heard him laugh a little as you scuttled away.
The majority of your journey was spent gazing out the window at scenery as it wooshed by, listening to idle chatter and talking with some old woman who had sat down and asked you where you’d gotten your dress, you bid her a good day when you arrived at your destination, practically skipping off the train, hoping to catch glimpse of the conductor just one more time.
Unfortunately due to crowds of people you did not see him, but you could live with that. After all, seeing him that one time was enough to fuel your fantasies for years to come… You headed toward the ticket booth, ready to stamp out before you heard a calling from behind you.
“Ma’am! Madame! Excuse me!” You instinctively looked behind you, stopping in place just in case someone was calling after you. It was a pleasant surprise to see none other than the driver jogging toward you. He stopped just a few feet away, taking off his hat and pressing it to his chest.
You looked at him, slightly worried. “Is everything okay?”
The blonde man let out a chuckle, nodding and catching his breath. “Of course. I was just – I was wondering, well, it seems out of the blue… But you’re just, well, breathtaking! I was wondering if you’d be a darling and join me for a date? Dinner, maybe. If you’re up to it?” he suggested.
You instantly felt blood rushing to your face, blush splattering across your cheeks as you giggled. “Why of course…”
“Katsuki. Katsuki Bakugo.” He gave off a cocky grin, holding a hand out for you to shake, and of course you took it.
Maybe love at first sight was a real thing.
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s☆x pollen? - ochako uraraka 18+ MDNI!!!
you didn’t like this operation from the start. sweeping a laboratory based on dubious and barely backed up allegations, with little to no knowledge about what you might have even found in there. drugs? or even worse, nomus? it didn’t sit right with you that they would ask for the intervention of two pro heroes when there were still so many questions about, well, everything.
the only reassurance was getting teamed up with ochako. if things went south, you would’ve had each other’s back. but no training in your years at U.A. or out in the field could’ve prepared you for this. all it took was a police officer accidentally knocking over some containers of unknown substances, you and uravity pushing the man away to take the hit, and now…this.
it took a while for the symptoms to show, the medical staff said you were lucky because you only inhaled the fumes and didn’t ingest any of it, and the only way to get rid of the effects was to wait. yeah, right, like hell you can wait.
the “super dangerous” substance was sex pollen, a new type of diversion some maniac came up with, meant to distract heroes by puffing just a tiny bit, enough to mess with their minds. the amount in your body must’ve bean at least ten times greater, and it was a lie you told yourself to stay sane.
but how the fuck are you supposed to stay sane when you and ochako share an apartment!?
the moment the police escorted you home - in separate cars - you locked yourselves in your respective bedroom. it’s been an hour now, and your body is giving no sign of cooling off, the desire raging in your veins still as maddening as ever.
and for some reason, you don’t want to give into it. the mere friction of your clothes rubbing against you borders on painful. you should be locked up, yeah, that’s the only reasonable way to deal with this. because if your body was already making you go out of your mind, ochako is definitely making this worse.
you can hear her, or rather, her moans. loud as fuck, as she gets herself off over and over again until she’s crying, because it’s never enough. a nurse with a cheeky little smile, back at the hospital, told you something that you didn’t even dare entertain, not even at the back of your mind.
”you know, they say the effects go away faster if someone’s helping you out.”
yeah, no fucking way.
but now the words are coming back, infiltrating themselves into every inch of your poor, weak mind. perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea? but how would you even ask her? you locked yourselves away from each other exactly to avoid that, but—
“y/n,” a quiet mewl came from the other side of the wall. “fuck i— i-i can’t do this anymore, it hurts…p-please help me, please—”
that was all the convincing it took. you’re sure you almost detach the damn handle from your door when you fling it open, only to find ochako’s already unlocked— ready, waiting. “i’m so, so sorry b-but i can’t do this anymore, i feel like i’m going insane!” she whines, big doe eyes wide and pleading as she watches you from the crack in the door. “we can help each other out, no? m-make this go away fast.”
“yeah, alright,” you nod, hands shaking, barely keeping yourself from breaking down the door and pounce. “just let me in.”
ochako’s hand grabs the front of your shirt and yanks, the kiss she locks your lips is dizzying enough neither of you feels it when you topple to the floor. she’s in nothing but an oversized shirt, and as soon as you slot a thigh between hers, she starts rutting against it shamelessly.
“fuck, chako, you’re so wet…” you gasp, skin covered in enough of her slick to make the glide smooth. “i’m sorry,” she cries against your lips. “i’m so sorry, f-forgive me…i can’t stop…”
“shh, shh…you’re okay,” you coo, gently moving a strand of auburn hair away from her face to kiss her cheek. with her legs bracketing yours, your hips start moving on their own, seeking relief. “you’re so pretty, chako. so pretty…”
she kisses you again, a hand slithering inside your shirt to cup your breast. you double down, lifting up the fabric covering her chest and hunching down to take one of her rosy nipples between your lips. “ah, fuck!” ochako mewls, rutting faster against your thigh.
you try to match her pace, reaching down to move your shorts and panties to the side, needing the contact. and the feeling of bare skin against your hit is enough to throw you into your orgasm— the first of many. “oh— oh my god!!” the words are muffled, face buried between ochako’s perfect tits.
“yes…yes, please y/n, more!” she sobs, teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck as she violently topples into her own high, nails indenting crescents into your hip. purposeful to leave a mark.
after two or three hours, you were both aware that the effects of the pollen had passed. that you kept going simply because it felt so fucking good. none of the unspoken fantasy you’d had about each other could compare to the real thing.
and you’re positively, utterly worn when you finally collapse on ochako’s bed (a welcome change of location from the carpeted floor). her body is warm and soft, flushed face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “i think they really were right about helping each other out,” she giggles.
you can’t help but laugh, nodding your head. “yeah, damn doctors,” you joke. “are you feeling well now?”
“never been better,” she breathes, grinning up at you. “ten out of ten experience, but i never want to go through that ever again. i was pretty sure i was going to end up in a mental hopsital, lose my mind for good and never come back again.”
“ten out of ten, hm? was that the sex pollen talking, or…”
ochako’s fingers trace the line of your waist, watching you shiver. “nuh-uh, that was me talking. can’t believe we had to wait for that to happen to finally do it. i wouldn’t mind if we…helped each other out again, sometimes.”
it’s your turn to grin now, getting aroused again just by the way she’s talking so sweetly. “i thing that’s an amazing idea, ochako.”
┊┊a/n. the fact that i'm literally reading an omegaverse tgck fic as we speak...however i don't feel like i have enough knowledge to do the trope justice so sex pollen it is!! i educated myself on it through the official fanlore page it was actually rather interesting...
contents: smau, band!au, rockstar!Touya x pro-hero!reader, crack, fluff
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┊┊a/n. thank you @areyouokhoney for the request! i apologize if it's ass i would've loved to turn this into a series but unfortunately my schedule and other fics i'm working on keep me from developing this into something fuller. HOWEVER i really love this au so perhaps i'll write some related drabbles? who knows
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I’ve had this idea for quite long and will try to explain it as best as I can -> au where bandsinger!Touya has a huge celebrity crush on prohero!Reader to the point of having fan accounts of them (in secret but his fellow members know) and maybe having some song written for hero. Touya gets exposed of his crush on some aspiring hero by Toga on interview and now everyone, including the hero in question, are super eager to find out who is his “muse”
I will over the moon to see this come to life, but no pressure!! Thank you for opportunity 💋💋💋
P.S. I will come up with smth nasty I just need some time to let my freak free 😀
My Muse - Touya Todoroki
contents band!au, rockstar!Dabi x pro-hero!reader, fluff, mainly crack, i just made some BULLSHITTTTT and everyone is an idiot
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┊┊a/n. i already have all the other stuff ready i just have to separate it in 2 posts because of the 30 images limit also this won't have a taglist bc i'll post everything today
✩┊ PART 2 (and final) of I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor - KiriBaku x reader event for 1K!
synopsis: just a girl who accidentally became friends with the bouncers at her favorite club, who just so happen to be two hot best friends!!
contents: 18+ MDNI!!! bouncer!Katsuki Bakugou x partygirl!fem!reader x bouncer!Eijirou Kirishima, there's no time for plot so it's just porn, if you guys think bkg is going to have any control here you're in the wrong place, but everyone is a bit of a switch? idk, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected piv (don't recommend), spit, anal fingering, anal, double penetration, creampies, multiple orgasms wc. 3.4K
you crossed a line the day you hung out with eijirou and katsuki. the day they stopped being the two hot bouncers you messed around with. yes, the three of you texted on the groupcaht often, even when it wasn’t club related, but that was different.
why? because there’s a big difference between sending each other brainrot memes and planning a threesome. though you don’t really plan a threesome, do you? it’s just something that kinda happens after you go out with two best friends a few times, and one moment you’re at the club they work at giving them fuck-me eyes, the next you’re in the backseat of katsuki’s car making out with eijirou.
“oi, cut it out!” the blond barks from the front, shooting you a scowl over the rearview mirror. “that’s leather, and if you do something it’ll—”
“it’ll - mhhm - what, kats?” eijirou teases, a large hand still groping your ass over the sorry excuse of fabric you call a dress when he breaks the kiss. smirking when you chase after the loss of contact. “it just sounds like you’re jealous to me.”
“big boy bakugou is mad he can’t party with us!” you quip, a heady giggle following the tease. “don’t worry baby, there’s enough of me for both of you,” you add, reaching over to drag a finger over the bulging muscle of katsuki’s bicep, hand tightly wrapped on the gearshift. his only reply was a scoff.
“don’t worry ‘bout him,” eijirou coos, grabbing your jaw to shift your attention back to him. “you said it, he’s a big boy. he’ll live,” he cuts off your laugh with another kiss, drinking in your moan. your thigh is slung over his, and we can feel your growing warmer.
“better go faster,” the redhead warns his friend. “i don’t know how much we’ve got left before she turns into a little beast.”
and go faster he did.
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you kiss katsuki in the elevator. it’s different from eijirou. the blond is clumsier, all smacking lips and harsh paws at your body, but you figured he just grew impatient after driving the whole way from the club blue-balled. he pins you against the wall of the hallway, your hands already dipping down his chest, high on the fervor of his kiss.
“i know one of your biggest dreams is spending a night in jail, but let’s focus on ticking off that threesome box first, eh?” eijirou playfully calls out, waiting on the doorway to his and katsuki’s shared apartment, leaning with his elbow against the dark wooden frame. you pull away with a giggle, not noticing the utterly awestruck expression on the blond’s face. “you’re right, you’re right.”
you lead katsuki down the hall, a finger hooked inside his belt, and for once in his life he doesn’t dare to protest. you get to give the living room a quick look, from the cream-colored woods to the dark, sleek furniture, clashing with the flashy posters hanging next to the tv. it’s a perfect balance.
once inside, eijirou is quick to snatch you from his friend to kiss you, tongue invading your mouth with an impatience that already has you clenching around nothing.
he smiles when he feels your hands pawing at his sculpted chest. “needy girl,” eijirou purrs against your lips. “need your big boys to fill you up, hm? yes, you do…” from over your shoulder, he beckons katsuki closer with a nod of his head. “c’mon don’t just stand there".
the blond stalks over slowly, thankful your back is turned to him so you can’t see just how much of a mess he is, mustering up all the confidence he has (and the countless stupid lessons eijirou gave him that for some fucking reason he actually listened to) to place his hands on your waist.
you ease into his touch immediately, one arm snaking around eijirou’s neck, the other around katsuki’s. “much better,” you grin, kissing eijirou again. his friend can only watch, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress as he watches the two of you, his cock stirring awake once more.
and he curses when you wiggle your ass right against his front, katsuki’s head dipping to your shoulder, where he leaves a few tentative kisses. pride sparks in his chest when you shiver, the redhead greedily swallowing the moan that spills from your lips.
“turn around f’me now, can’t let kats high and dry like this,” eijirou pulls back, and you obediently follow his hands’ guidance, finding yourself face to face with a pair of ruby eyes. “hey,” you chirp, fingers carding through golden gelled hair.
katsuki doesn’t even have the time to answer before your lips are locking with his, a gasp getting caught in his lungs when he can taste something that’s just so eijirou on you. it shouldn’t make him this excited, desire pooling in his gut at your sweetness on his tongue. the redhead gets sidetracked for a minute, watching the blond’s confidence grow, hand trailing all the way down to your ass.
he smirks, going back to his original plan of falling to his knees with a light thud against the carpeted floor neither of you seem to hear. but you sure do feel eijirou gently parting your thighs and bunch up your dress, katsuki holding the fabric up for him like he knew.
“eiji,” you huff. “what are you— oh, fuck!”
there’s no time for you to get used to it, your soppy cunt gushing into eijirou’s open-mouthed french kiss. “mmh, fucking sweet,” he moans, already pussydrunk. “kats, spread her— mmhh open f’me?”
katsuki didn’t really understand what he meant until the redhead grabbed his hand and put it under your asscheek, the other quickly joining and pulling lightly at the plushy flesh. “oh god!” you mewl, arching into the blond’s chest, his face dipping next to your ear. “you like it?” he rasps, biting right below your ear, down to the point where neck meets shoulder.
you let your forehead fall to his chest, nodding frantically. your head’s a mess, eijirou’s tongue tracing maddening circles around your clit before dipping in and out of your hole, wrenching the most sinful squelches. “eiji…eiji, fuck, right there—” you plea, bunching katsuki’s shirt in your fists to hold yourself up.
“d’you hear that, eiji?” the blond mocks you with sudden confidence, guiding your pliable body back and forth on his friend’s mouth. “oh my god,” you gasp, eijirou’s flat tongue pressing over your slit just right. “oh my god, ‘m gonna—” and then you’re shaking, each moan and slurred cry muffled by katsuki’s bruising kiss. their hands are everywhere, holding you up, leaving marks on every inch of skin they can reach.
you’re not sure which one of them carried you to bed after that, you just know you’re laying on a soft mattress, in a room that’s so painfully clear it belongs to katsuki from the lack of personality. the boys’ clothes - along with your own - were scattered in a sinful trail down the hallway, and your mouth is quite literally watering from the sight before you.
they’re all sculpted muscles and chiselled abs, which weren’t difficult to predict from the usual skin-tight, all black outfits they usually wear, but this is on a whole different level. “like what you see?” eijirou teases, flashing you a wide grin that you mirror. “oh, i do,” you purr, eyes jumping between the two friends. and their other sizes weren’t disappointing either— where katsuki’s was longer, eijirou made up with girth.
“what are you guys waiting for?” you held yourself up on your elbows, butterflies flapping erratically in your stomach once they stalk towards the bed. “i want you—” you point your finger at katsuki. “—here,” you tap your parted lips.
“oh, man,” eijirou whines, but he bites back any complaint when you let your knees fall to the mattress, your pussy, still glistening with your slick and his spit, staring right back at him. he almost jumps on the bed.
“fucking watch it,” katsuki barks, his glaring crimson gaze softening when his eyes fall on you, smiling up at him so sweetly and expecting. he climbs on the bed then, careful not to step on anything with his knees. “so bossy,” you quip, looking up at him with big doe eyes.
he grunts, but it quickly turns into a hiss as your hand snakes up his thigh before wrapping firmly around his cock, head flushed in the prettiest dark pink. eijirou watches, stroking himself a few times before letting a fat wad of spit hit his shaft to make the glide smoother when he rubs between your puffy pussy lips. neither of them says it, but they both need to take a deep breath and focus on not cumming from barely being touched. you’re just so pretty, it’s fucking with their brain.
the moment your mouth opens katsuki is pushing inside, your pleased moan vibrating along his length. he throws his head back with a groan, planting a hand above the headboard for balance. for each inch you’re taking down your throat, eijirou is squeezing into your soppy hole, stretching you around his fat cock.
“sooo fucking tight and pretty, fuck…she’s sucking me in,” the redhead praises, thumb easily finding your clit again, still sensitive from before, just to feel your walls flutter around him. you mewl, squeezing your eyes shut and forcing yourself to breathe in through your nose, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth and onto the blond’s shaft.
there’s a collective symphony of the lewdest sounds once you find your rhythm. katsuki’s hands holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face, huffin’ n’ puffin’ above you as you stroke his dick, tounge circling his head to milk out every salty drop of precum.
eijirou’s fingers are digging into your hips hard enough to bruise, the neatly kept, red tufts of hair at his base rubbing against your slit, wrenching a whine out of you with each thrust. praises and curses overlap, sometimes fucking into you to match the pace of your head bobs.
you don’t know how long you’ve kept your eyes shut in bliss for, opening them with a jolt when you hear the unmistakable smacking of lips.
and they’re kissing.
eijirou is holding a fistful of blond hair tight, and the way katsuki bites into his friend’s bottom lip, dragging before their tongue fight against each other tells you this is definitely not the first time they’ve done this. you can only watch in awe, hand idly moving up and down katsuki’s dick in slow, lazy stroke, too distracted by what’s happening.
it’s only when eijirou feels you clench around him that he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting him to his friend until it breaks. he smirks. “who told you to stop?” he reprimands halfheartedly, ramming into you with a punishing snap of his hips. “i was just asking kats here if he feeling good. is she making you feel good?”
he doesn’t let go of his hair, tipping his head back enough to see his adam’s apple bob when he nods, mumbling something unintelligible. “what’s that?” the redhead tugs again, then forcefully makes katsuki turn to you. “don’t have to tell me. tell her, tell her how good she’s making you feel. if her mouth is even half as good as this pussy is, it must be pretty fucking amazing.”
you’re stuffing yourself full of katsuki’s cock again, cheeks hollowing and taking him to the base. he’s flushed, abs twitching with every heaving breath. “fucking good…” he pants, the hand he has pressed against the wall balled up into a fist. “your mouth is so fucking good.”
eijirou chuckles, tapping three fingers flat against your clit, his other hand leaving the other’s hair to hold your leg down when you dare closing them around his waist. he looks over to katsuki. “you want to fuck her?” he hopes the question doesn’t come out too strained, masking the fact that he needs to pull out right fucking now or he’s going to cum.
the blond is a mess, your hands playing with his balls are giving him a hard time, damp golden strands glued to his forehead. he can only reply with a whimper, ruby eyes meeting eijirou’s with a pleading look, even though he knows he won’t make it easy for him. “use your words, like a good boy.”
“yes,” katsuki whines, gazing down at you. “please.”
eijirou pulls out, your hole immediately clenching at the loss as you break away from katsuki, leaving his cock throbbing with need. the redhead pats the side of your thigh in a silent command, and you immediately shuffle to the side. “get on top of kats now, alright?”
all it takes is a look for the blond to take position. “oh, he really is your dog, eiji,” you giggle, cupping his jaw and tugging him down for a sloppy kiss. “that’s so fucking hot.”
“i’m nobody’s fucking dog,” katsuki mumbles, his pout only growing deeper when both you and eijirou turn around and look at him. “whatever…”
you snort softly, throwing a leg over the blond’s lap, his hands immediately settling on your hips. your hand wraps around his shaft to line it up with your drooling hole. eijirou’s chest is pressed flush to your back, fingers finding your waist, slowly maneuvering you to sink down on katsuki’s cock. chin resting on your shoulder so you both can watch him fall apart the moment your pussy sucks in the first couple of inches.
then he’s pushing you down all at once, making the two of you moan in unison so loudly when you’re stuffed full. “f-fuck! fuck you, eiji! a little heads up?” you cry breathlessly, hands planted on the blond’s chest. “d-did i hurt you?” katsuki asks, his poor little self trying his best to keep a somewhat seriously worried face through the overwhelming bliss.
“you’re good, you’re good,” you shake your head reassuringly. “your friend is a bitch though,” you add, hearing a snicker coming from behind you. “focus on kats,” eijirou kisses the side of your throat. “you can call me a bitch later, if you want. it was kinda hot.
you roll your eyes, but it’s hard to ignore katsuki’s hips twitching under you, so you start moving your own up and down, slowly, getting used to his size. the stretch doesn’t sting like his friend’s, but with the new angle you swear you can feel him in your fucking lungs.
your breath gets caught in your throat when eijirou’s index finger slides between your asscheeks, slick with spit, circling your puckered entrance. “you’ve done stuff here before?” he rasps in your ear. you nod. “heh, ‘course you have, naughty girl…go lay down for me then.”
you kiss katsuki when you do, a hand in his hair while the other fists the navy blue sheets, bracing yourself. the blond strokes your back, almost reassuringly, as you ride him slowly, groaning loudly in your mouth when your walls clamp down on him. “f-fuck, eiji…” you’re crying out, stretched on two of his fat digits.
“you’re taking us so well,” eijirou coos. “just getting you ready ‘cause this is gonna be a biiiiig stretch,” he spits again, scissoring his fingers until he can fit a third one. “eijirou, she’s going to fucking cut my dick off…shit—” katsuki bites down on your shoulder. “my steak too juicy, my lobster too buttery,” the redhead mumbles. “i can’t wait to feel this tight little ass on me,” he hunches over to press a kiss to your butt before withdrawing his fingers. “buckle up now, both of you.”
“you better be gentle,” you sneer, looking over your shoulder. “or i am cutting your dick off, kirishima.” the only answer you get is a toothy, shit-eating grin.
tears well up in your eyes when eijirous starts easing in, but both boys are worshiping every inch of you that it transcends the painful sting. “oh my god…” katsuki breaks the brief silence. he can feel his friend’s cock sliding so close to him, and your pussy contracting around him is positively short-circuiting his brain.
“what’s up, kats? getting overwhelmed?” eijirou taunts from above, then squeezes your ass. “see that? how about we pick up the pace now?” you flash him a smile, gasping when he grabs a fistful of you hair to pull you up, back arching oh so pretty.
only once he’s sure he won’t hurt you does he start going rough, the double stimulation wrenching screams out of you that bounce off the walls of katsuki’s room. the blond has no clue what to do with himself, panting and gripping the bedsheets so tight he might rip them to shreds. he doesn’t hold an ounce of control over the situation, he can only watch your tits bounce over his face, the pace set by eijirou, who’s drilling into you hard enough he can hear his balls slap against your skin.
“i-i can’t…slow down…oh fuck, oh fuck—” and then he’s spilling inside you. but he’s not sure either of you have realized, because you’re milking him until he’s raw and sensitive and then more. “eiji…please, harder! wan’ you to go harder, fuck!”
katsuki is too fucked out to protest, whining as your pussy gushes his cum and your slick back on him in short sprays, coating his stomach. he might as well be high right now, and whatever it is…he’s fucking addicted. it’s eijirou who snaps him out of his trance. “kats, rub her clit,” he orders, sounding almost as delirious as he feels. “can tell this pretty is close. hm? aren’t you?”
you’re sobbing, hips moving frantically as you try to fuck back into both of them, chasing your own high. “yes! yes, pleasepleaseplease— katsuki, please!” you mewl when his thumb finds your puffy nub, drawing tight circles into it. he pushes himself up to catch one of your nipples between his lips, driving you right over the edge. your orgasm topples eijirou into his own, and katsuki is glad neither of you supposedly didn’t notice his first, because his second load is filling you to the brim.
then there’s silence. well, not really silence, the room filled with heavy breaths as all three of you try to find some semblance of lucidity. you’re moving in slow motion, the boys careful when they’re pulling out of you so you can collapse on the mattress, flanked by their hot bodies.
“that was insane,” you whisper, swallowing loudly the bit of saliva your dry mouth is still able to produce. “insane doesn’t even begin to explain it,” eijirou chuckles. “i’m gonna get some water.”
you turn to katsuki once his friend has left the room. “hey,” you nuzzle your nose into his shoulder. “are you alright?” he nods, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “i’m great,” he replies gruffly. “are you okay?” his fingers brush against the back of your hand.
“i’ll definitely be sore,” you sigh. “haven’t been so flexible in a looong while, y’know?” he chuckles, shaking his head.
eijirou reappears in the doorway, holding a water bottle. “hey, do you know that was katsuki’s first time? i say we ought to celebrate!” you whip to the side, eyes wide and brows brushing to your hairline. “no fucking way!” you cackle loudly.
“yes way!” the redhead laughs, approaching. katsuki pushes himself up on one elbow. “eijirou, what the fuck!” he waves his other hand angrily. eijirou completely ignores his friend to hand you the water, which you take gladly, sipping two big gulps.
“if we don’t count the times i sucked his dick,” he shrugs. you choke, coughing in disbelief.
“oi!” katsuki protests once more.
“yeah, and i sucked his.”
your forehead falls against katsuki’s side, laughing uncontrollably. he can’t do anything but sigh, snatching the bottle from your lips to quench his own thirst. “i hate you guys, by the way.”
eijirou plops down on the bed, the mattress dipping with an obnoxious squeak. “no you don’t,” he pushes katsuki playfully. “aren’t you already thinking about the next time we’re doing this?” you straighten up at that, smiling ear to ear.
“i know i am!”
┊┊a/n. the fact that this took so damn long to get done is a reminder for me to NEVER post an incomplete series ever again and to wait until i've written everything to put it up. ANYWHOO krbk kissing since pride month starts tomorrow lol
tutor!katsuki bakugou doesn't like it when you tease him in the library 18+ MDNI!!!
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
it comes out in a choked huff, ruby eyes glaring at you from across the table where katsuki is attempting to look over your paper draft. but it’s hard when your foot is currently pressing against his crotch. poor him!
you were just so bored, and he’d been looking at his computer for at least fifteen minutes now, so engrossed in his task he forgot to pay attention to the most important thing— you. so you just had to do something about, right?
“shh, relax,” you whisper casually. “don’t make a big deal ‘bout it, do you want to get caught?”
katsuki grits his teeth, the smallest shudder making him falter when you apply the slightest pressure again. “you’re going to get us kicked out! are you nuts!?” he chides. “can’t believe you took your shoe off and everything for this.”
“what, and risk you bitching at me for getting your pants dirty with my shoe? nuh-uh,” you roll your eyes at the obviousness of it. his brows shoot up his forehead. “fuck you mean— fuck,” he presses his fist to his mouth, reading glasses sliding down his nose a bit when he bites into the knuckles.
you grin happily, slowly rubbing up and down his already throbbing erection, uncomfortably forced to lay sideways underneath his slacks. “hm? what was that? didn’t hear ya,” you tease, earning a hushed, clearly irritated growl. the table was at the far back, so no one could see what was happening unless they got real close, but it was so late that was a very improbable scenario.
katsuki doesn’t know how to act, the cutest pout on his lips as he averts his eyes, fidgeting with his fingers while trying his best to suppress any sound that may betray how fucking turned on he is right now. if his hard cock wasn’t proof enough.
after another minute, you decide it’s enough torture. “okay, okay,” you chuckle, feeling just the tiniest bit bad about how utterly mortified he looks. you start to lift up your foot. “i’ll just leave you to—”
a hand stops your ankle, his grip firm. “d-don’t…don’t stop,” he murmurs from behind his balled fist, the flush spreading from his cheeks to the very tip of his ears. you beam. “dirty boy…”
he huffs, but you can feel the way his hips are starting to rut upwards, as if they have a mind of their own. katsuki doesn’t meet your eyes, instead covering his entire face with the hand that isn’t holding you in place. you can still see how the friction is affecting him, shoulders shuddering, the heaving breaths that reach your ears.
“are you already close?” you coo. “can’t blame you, ‘s been a while since we had more…private sessions. you’ve missed me too, right?”
“shut…shut the fuck up,” he shakes his head, but his voice sounds more like he’s begging. “do you have any idea what you’re doing right now? i-it’s…fuck—” katsuki whines, actually fucking whines. and that’s when he looks up, brows scrunched and eyes glinting with that pleading look you know all too well.
“may i argue you’re doing it all by yourself,” you quip, giving him a big smile. “but i don’t mind, it really does look like you’re having a good time. i hope this doesn’t tire you out for later, though…and i hope you know this is making me so fucking wet right now.”
the sultry edge in the way you speak is his undoing, hunching over the big table while he spills all over his boxers and pants, cursing and muttering your name, as quietly as possible. he’s flushed and breathless when he tries to sit up straight again, reading glasses sitting crooked on his nose, lenses a touch fogged up.
“you…” he manages after catching his breath. “don’t do that ever again.”
suguru didn't expect to find you with him when he walked into the library. because why the fuck would your ex be here?
you're giving him a tight-lipped smile, like you can't wait for him to leave. when you see suguru walking towards you, however, you beam. it does something to his ego he hasn’t been ready to talk to himself about yet.
"suguru!" you beckon him over with your hand. "you're late."
"got held up with satoru, i'm sorry," he explains, setting his backpack on the chair across from you. "uhm...bad moment?" he looks between the two of you, trying his best to keep a neutral mask on that wouldn’t show his annoyance.
"not at all, he was just leaving. right?" you give your ex a pointed look, to which he rolls his eyes. "yeah, thanks for these again," he waves the stack of papers in his hand, then glances over at suguru with a curt nod. "geto."
he mirrors the gesture, then watches him leave. he waits until the doors of the library have closed behind him before he whips around to you.
"what—"
"got stuck in the same chem class this semester," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "barely see him in there, but he's always asking me for notes. i don't mind, i take them anyway and i use the library's printer to make copies, so..." you shrug.
“i see,” he hums, taking a seat. “so you guys—” he leaves the sentence hang in the air, making a vague gesture with his hand. “gosh, no!” you scoff. “and if i was, you seriously think i would be so dumb to do it in public? in front of you? suguru, you’d have my head if i tried it.”
suguru chuckles, your words resonating with him as a little more than a half truth. he would be lying if he said that he wouldn’t be upset if you really were seeing your ex again. him being protective and wanting the best of you is only a part of the reason. but of course, you didn’t have to know the whole thing.
“okay, okay,” he holds his hands up in mock surrender. “i was just asking since, y’know…everything that happened. i’m surprised you even give him the time of day.”
you roll your eyes. “didn’t want to end on bad terms or some shit, i don’t know…but we’re adults, or whatever,” you mumble, twirling your pencil between your fingers, eyes lazily downcast on the textbook on the table.
conversation over. got it.
he grabs his books from his bag and sets them down, but when he tries to read over his first paragraph, he can’t. the words are all jumbled and his mind is too full of you to focus. did he upset you? did he sound like a piece of shit for wrongfully assuming?
but whenever he seems to have found the words, you look so engrossed in whatever you’re studying he can’t find it in himself to interrupt. when an hour has passed and he still got no work done, suguru breaks. “hey, how does taking a break sound?”
you look up at him, smiling, and he wonders if thinking he’d upset you was only a product of his paranoia. “it sounds like i’ve been waiting to take a break since i got here,” you reply, earning a chuckle from him. “how about that yogurt place you like?” suguru asks.
“oh, i haven’t been there in forever! how did you remember, we’ve never gone together!” your eyes widen, a glint in them like you were genuinely impressed by your best friend remembering things about you. “i don’t think it’s crazy that i do,” he muses.
it gets a chuckle out of you, your foot lightly hitting his shin from under the table. “it’s cute,” you say casually. “now c’mon, you’re making me crave yogurt like crazy.”
as you begin gathering your stuff and put it into your bag, suguru stays seated, waging war against his mind about whether or not he should ask you. if this is the right moment, or if there will ever even be a right moment. “would you…would you be okay with this being a date?” he blurts out before he can overthink his words any longer.
you stop mid-motion, your eyes meeting his before he’s looking away, bracing for your reaction. “a date?” your voice is soft, surprised but also…excited? “i would love to go on a date with you, suguru! does that mean you’re going to pay for my yogurt?”
every muscle in his body relaxes, a hearty laugh spilling from his lips, masking the immense relief. “sure, and you can put as many toppings as you like on it to make it as expensive as possible, deal?”
┊┊a/n. quick fluffy drabble before i shower and go to work love you kamilings bai
denki kaminari finds your tinder account after your breakup with your ex 18+ MDNI!!!
denki has been waiting a year for this. a year of watching from the sidelines, of side hugs, of laughing at his jokes…always with him by your side. the prick whose hand always lingered a bit too tight around your waist, whose words would dim your spark for the rest of the night, from a bubbly girl having fun at a party to non-verbal. he never liked him, and god knows how guilty denki has felt for saying nothing, just like the rest of your friend group.
but now he had a chance.
you didn’t tell him when you and your ex boyfriend broke up, he got a whiff of it from hanta before mina flooded his phone with texts about it— yeah, he didn’t do a great job at keeping his so-called crush very hidden. he was sure you had caught onto it at some point, but never showed any signs of it.
and that’s exactly why hanta had made him a tinder account, because everyone knew that denki couldn’t hold a conversation with a pretty girl in real life to save his life. one time a girl asked him for his number and he said he’d lost his phone (even if it was literally in the back pocket of his jeans).
perhaps it was his sign when, among the countless accounts he’s scrolled through, he sees you. it had barely been a week since the breakup, you being on tinder was definitely a bad decision on your part, but hey, who was he to pass up on this chance?
he didn’t swipe right away, guilt rearing its ugly head at the back of his mind when he’s already shoved a hand down his pants. he remembers when you took that picture in your bikini, on that summer trip of torture— torture being the fact that you’d slept in the room next to his, and all he could do for a week straight was jack off to the barely muffled sounds of you and your ex having sex.
denki’s already palming himself through his boxers, his dick having started to jump obnoxiously the moment his eyes had registered you on the screen. he looks through the other photos on your profile, snorting when he sees the one you’ve obviously cut your ex out of, before going back to his favorite one.
he could’ve masturbated to every other one of your pictures, but the one you took at the beach is just so beautiful. he remembers you running in the sand, coming up after a swim in ocean or just sunbathing. your laugh when denki got hit in the head during beach volley, and how you were the only one to ask if he was okay.
his dick twitches impatiently, a groan rumbling in his throat when he finally lets it free, spitting on his palm before wrapping it around his shaft. denki knows this is so wrong, but at least now you’re single, so in his mind it’s not as bad as the other times he's done it when you were taken.
precum’s already beading at his flushed tip, hand stroking in slow, up and down motion with the slightest rotation of his wrist, and he’s already gone to delusion land. imagining it’s your hand instead, or your mouth or - if the universe will ever grant him - your cunt. warm and gushing around his cock while you use him, tugging at his hair while you beg him to fuck you harder, because he’s such much better than him.
or it would still be his own hand, but his mouth would be stuffed with your pussy, tongue lapping up at your juices like a madman, thighs bracketing his ears, muffling the moans he would be wrenching out of you. and his eyes would be open the entire time to watch you gyrate on top of him, to watch you come undone. and he’d be the one who did it.
the mere thought of making you cum is what makes him spill embarrassingly all over his hand, a choked cry of your name on his lips. and shit, some of his cum got on his phone, too.
only after he’s cleaned himself - and his phone - up, and has recollected some sort of rationality, does he sit back down, thumb hovering over the screen before he swipes right. denki almost faints when it lights up.
IT’S A MATCH!
┊┊a/n. FINALLY GOING BACK TO MY KAMISLOP TRUTH!! also this might or might not be half based on my actual lore...who knows...
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a short blurb that came to mind after so many oomfs sent me this video on tiktok
no one talks about the scars of grief, especially at a time where weakness is disregarded, and, in your case, prohibited. so nobody comforted you when your childhood best friend touya disappeared, when you couldn’t count on sharing the pain with little princess fuyumi after her father, the king, ceased all communication with neighboring kingdoms.
you had to learn how to live without him longer than you’d known him, the shard of loss lodged in your heart never quite leaving, like a strategically light headache that doesn’t go away no matter what. that’s what growing up without touya had felt like.
even now, almost a decade later, you found yourself thinking that some things would’ve been far more entertaining, if only he’d been there by your side. not that much of a far-fetched thought, giving the royal blood coursing through your veins. the pin was almost unbearable when you thought about being king and queen. together.
that’s why you can’t find any entertainment in watching man after man perform their tricks. some of them were impressive, sure, but nothing brought that spark that should come with a jester. after your dad had the previous one executed, the court had to host yet another event to choose a new one. which meant wasting away a whole afternoon with men degrading themselves in hopes of mercy, and a salary that would be higher - even if not by much - than whatever they were earning before.
none of them piqued your interest, until you saw him. hair dark and dull, like he’d been coating them with coal, but those eyes. they were the color of the ocean you would see in the distance when you used to sneak up the highest tower of the castle. his color.
your touya.
┊┊a/n. is this one of the many other blurbs i write that won't go anywhere...likely. BUT UGH the POTENTIALLL (honorary mention: @imaginationmess) not beta read we die on sekoto peak
tina tina tina i have a little request for ochako if you're cool with that 👉👈 maybe a cute hot blurb of ochako not realizing that reader is flirting SHAMELESSLY with her and one night reader just gets tired of it and confess her feelings towards her. and they scissor or smh that's up to you
flirty! - ochako uraraka 18+ MDNI!!! [wc. 1.4k]
"that top is so pretty, ochako!"
"wow you bench that much? what's next, you're gonna bench me?"
"would you like to take the train home with me? we live close anyway!"
these sentences, and many other alike, were just evidence of your - astronomically failed - attempts to flirt with ochako uraraka. you knew you had some kind of feelings for ochako since highschool, but never acted on it until after graduation, when you learned she liked girls after a very drunk yaomomo called her out on it and she didn’t deny.
it helped that the two of you worked in neighboring agencies now, and from time to time you would help her out with her quirk counseling program. still, no matter how hard you tried to get the message across, the answer was always the same.
”awww stop, you’re just saying that!”
even if it was followed by the sweetest grin and the prettiest flush blooming on her cheeks, it never looked like she was taking you seriously. you should’ve given up a long time ago, and you would’ve if it wasn’t for the mixed signals she would give back.
chat, is it gay if a girl gropes your butt to compliment on your muscle gains?
so really, who could blame you? you just needed to do a better job at taking the matter into your own hands, and not just metaphorically.
you were never a fan of big events. all those people, the cameras, the feeling of your ribcage being crushed inside whatever gown made by a designer who was sponsoring you. the only good thing that came from it was the opportunity to chat with old acquaintances— and the alcohol.
tonight, alcohol was just what you needed to finally work up enough courage. no more half-assed attempts, no more compliments that would come off as simple flattery.
“hey, y/n— are you okay?” ochako was talking to katsuki, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here, when you sauntered over. you barely registered the blond, though, blinded by how stunning she was in that red dress that hugged her figure so flawlessly. have some decorum…for now, you mentally chided yourself.
“i’m doing great! i hope i wasn’t interrupting or anything?” you look over to katsuki, who simply waves his hand. “nah, cheeks was just torturing me to death. can’t even enjoy being outside without bringing up work,” he scoffs, but his words lack any actual malice.
“actually, i was updating katsuki on the progress we’ve been making with the program. and by the way, you asked me,” she flicked his arm, and the blond clutched it dramatically, making both of you giggle. “yeah, and you still managed to make it sound boring, i’m leaving her with you,” is all he says before he’s walking over to eijirou a couple tables over.
ochako fidgets with her champagne flute, caramel eyes meeting yours. “i’m not boring, am i?”
“absolutely not! are you seriously taking bakugou’s words as a reliable source? puh-lease,” you roll your eyes. she chuckles. “you’re right, you’re right. can’t believe he’s still as tactless as ever,” she adds. you can definitely agree with that.
as ochako takes a sip, you can’t help but let your gaze drag over every inch of her beautiful body— her hair, her face, her bare and toned shoulders. you swallow when you feel your mouth literally water. “y-you look amazing, by the way,” you blurt out. “i don’t think i’ve had the chance to tell you yet.”
she lights up, full cheeks growing a nice shade of dark pink. “than you, you’re too kind! you look very gorgeous yourself,” she takes a step back to fully look at you, and you don’t miss the way she seems to focus on your cleavage area a little longer than necessary.
“yeah?” you purr, tilting your head to the side. “because i mean it, you look ravishing.”
her eyes widen a little, lips parting in the cutest ‘o’ shape. “aww y/n, you’re just saying that!” she giggles, shaking her head. “and you’re drunk.”
“i’m sober enough to appreciate you just fine, thank you,” you clarify. “and i fully mean every word that i’m saying. i’ve meant every word that i’ve said to you for years. tonight i just needed a little push for it,” you wave your own flute up".
the gears in her mind seem to work overtime for a beat too long, enough for you to start wondering if you had to brace for the most humiliating rejection in history. ochako bites down on her bottom lip, voice growing quiet. “you…you do?”
you nod firmly. “positive.”
she smiles, putting down her glass before reaching for your hand. “wanna get out of here?”
••●••
“fuck, you taste so good.”
ochako really did use every inch of willpower in her body to not pounce on you in the hallway, or in the taxi you took to her place. but she barely waited for the front door to close before pinning you to it, her lips on yours. being manhandled by her like this was like a dream come true.
“o-oh god, ochako—” she swallows your loud moan greedily. her fingers had already found the slit in your gown, and the pathetic mess between your thighs. “you really are needy, hm?” she teases, smiling into the kiss. “is it because of me or the alcohol?”
the way her fingertips circle your clit through the disgustingly damp fabric of your panties has you dizzy. “y-you…it’s you ‘chako…fuck!” you gasp, head lolling back and hitting wood. with your eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss, you can’t see the way ochako’s gleam with fascination and lust. you just look so pretty like this, dumb on her fingers when she’s barely touched you properly.
your hips gyrate subconsciously, chasing the friction. “i’m…’m close, chako, please!” you beg breathlessly, a hand coming up to tangle into her auburn hair, tugging her close for a bruising kiss you both immediately melt into. you come undone with a sob, ochako’s free hand holding you up by the waist with a strong grip, working you through every crest until your body is sizzling with weak aftershocks.
“you did well…so well for me,” ochako praises softly, peppering the side of your jaw and neck with kisses. “can i return the favor now?” you manage to ask when the daze dissipates.
and the next thing you know you’re lying on your stomach on her bed, strong thighs bracketing your head and squeezing whenever your tongue flicks over her weeping cunt just right. her moans come in muffled, but you don’t care as long as you can feast, drinking every drop of her juices like you’ve been starved for ages.
“right there…right there!” she cries out, pretty tits heaving with heavy breaths when you look up at her, reaching for a taut nipple and rolling it between your thumb and forefinger. it only makes ochako’s hold on your hair tighter, and you moan against her heat at the delicious sting.
your lips close in around her puffy clit, hollowing your cheeks to gently suck on it. the two digits you had stuffed into her hole became three, hitting the sweet spot that makes her keen and arch off the pink bedsheets. you’re pretty sure you’re pussydrunk, the praise spilling from ochako’s lips a faint buzz as you keep eating her out, tongue licking long stripes over her dewy slit.
“y/n…think ‘m close, r-really close—”
“mhh, give it all to me, please.”
the rumbling of your hum against her cunt is what tips her over, thighs squeezing you hard enough to give you a head rush, but you’d rather die like this than stop working her through each and every peak. only when her legs fall open you pull away, admiring the fucked out expression etched over ochako’s face.
“c’mere,” she whispers, sitting up as you scoot closer. heat pools in your gut when she starts kissing your tits, and you’re pretty sure you’re leaking when she takes your hand in hers, guiding your slick fingers to her mouth, cleaning herself off your fingers. the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen.
then she looks up at you, with that sweet smile that promises you’re going to get fucking wrecked tonight.
“ready for round two?”
┊┊a/n. happy early pride month <3 i hope everyone gets very gay
making out with tutor!Katsuki Bakugou in the library walk with me.
“you’re not getting that A if you keep getting distracted like this,” katsuki huffs, his hand not letting go of your waist despite the scolding tone. “you’re the one who’s distracting,” your teeth sink into his bottom lip, dragging it just enough to earn a moan he poorly tries to stifle. “very distracting, even.”
he tries to remain unfazed, but you see the way he clenches his jaw. “yeah?” he taunts, crowding you against the bookshelf. “perhaps you should find a…less distracting tutor, then.”
you laugh. “you’d let me?”
“no.”
and then he’s kissing you, his other hand cupping your jaw to keep you in place. he’s been waiting for this all day, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. perhaps getting into a situationship with your tutor wasn’t the best choice for your grades, but you would be crazy for passing up the opportunity to get katsuki bakugou all to yourself like this.
your tongue traces the seam of his lips, but he pulls away. “wait—” he gasps breathlessly. you wonder what’s wrong while you watch him snatch those silly reading glasses off his stupidly handsome face. “much better,” is all he says before his mouth is on yours again. you paw at his white shirt, the expensive one that makes him look like even more of a pompous asshole than he already is.
when you take a break for air, you’re grinning up at him. “can you keep the glasses on when we get back to my dorm?” you ask, voice soft and sweet.
“only if you can learn the three chapters you’ve got left in an hour.”
“not fair!”
┊┊a/n. guys are you disappointed in kamislop for not making kami content anyways i really hate bakugou he's too cool
“e-eiji…mnghh— fuck!” you sob into the pillow, hands fisting the sheets so tightly they might tear.
“awww, too much?” he teases, playfully biting your asscheek. “it’s only been a few minutes and you’re already this ruined? i must be really good, then!”
“f-fuck you…”
it hasn’t been only a few minutes. eijirou’s been lapping at your cunt for at least twenty minutes now, but he’s so pussydrunk he’s likely forgotten he was drinking up your orgasm only moments ago, because he still hasn’t stopped. mouth keeping you captive in the most sinful french kiss.
you were watching tiktoks in bed when eijirou came home from patrol, and he didn’t even say hi before tugging at your pj shorts and pulling your hips up so he could dive in between your thighs. he’s been loving eating you out from the back lately, and who the hell are you to complain?
“mmmh, i can do that later…” he hums with delight, puckering his lips to suck on your clit, earning a loud moan from you. his strong hands knead the fat of your ass, leaving marks you know he’s going to sweetly soothe over in the morning. “but i’ve missed you so much, sooo much…let me show it to you properly.”
you whine when eijirou pulls away, but the loss of contact doesn’t last long when you feel a fat wad of spit fall right over your puckered hole. “eiji, what are you…?” he shushes you softly. “relax, baby. stop me if it hurts, okay?”
it starts with kisses around the tight ring, a thumb traveling close but never touching, not until he could feel you were relaxed enough to welcome it. he smiles when you wiggle your ass, clearly getting needy for more, so he starts to circle it, making you gasp. “feel good?” he checks in.
“mhmmm,” you can only only mewl. god, you’re so pretty, he can’t help but think. two thick digits are working your cunt when his thumb starts pressing down on your taut hole, the muscles easing just enough to apply more pressure. the stimulation is so much, so good, it only takes a couple minutes to make you a panting mess. “eiji p-please…m-more—”
“you’re gonna be good and take it?” eijirou teases, laughing when you squeak a needy ”yes!”
he hits your g-spot just when his thumb slips in, making you keen. “oh, fuuuuck—!” a warm gush of your juices drenches eijirou’s hand, and if you could turn around you would see the way his eyes light up, chest swelling his pride when he can make you feel this good. “good job, gooood fucking job, baby…” he praises, fingers pump-pump-pumping! in and out of your sopping pussy.
you’re overstimulated, head reeling with both holes stuffed full of him. you can’t take it anymore when his mouth joins in once more. your orgasm wrecks through you instantly, cries of eijirou’s name spilling from your lips in a chain of prayers until the syllables overlap. he doesn’t let a single drop of you go to waste.
once the wave has washed over you, leaving you limp and spent, eijirou climbs over to settle down next to you. “how are you feeling?” he asks softly, caressing the side of your face with his knuckles. “sore…and tired,” you mumble, nuzzling your face into his neck. your nose scrunches up. “and you seriously need a shower.”
“maybe i do,” he muses, kissing your hair. “care to join me?”
┊┊a/n. welcome to the author's poorly concealed kink now i'm going back to shit on these kids on my hero ultra rumble
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synopsis: just a girl who accidentally became friends with the bouncers at her favorite club, who just so happen to be two hot best friends!!
contents: bouncer!Katsuki Bakugou x partygirl!fem!reader x bouncer!Eijirou Kirishima, crack, mature language, kys jokes, mentions of alcohol
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“can you feel me?” he rasps right into your ear. “i’m right…here.”
he says it proudly, a large hand splayed over your stomach, thumb and pinky finger strategically placed where his cock is ramming deeeeeeeep inside of you. you can only mewl and sputter some incoherent words, earning a condescending chuckle from your boyfriend.
“what’s wrong, beautiful? fucked too silly on my hah- cock?” he grunts, his other hand squeezing your hip tight where he’s holding you up. your arms gave out long ago, approximately 5 minutes after he told you to get on all fours, your chest and face flush against the mattress.
“mmnghhh— eijiiii!” you sob into the pillow, thighs shaking uncontrollably as he rams his hips into yours mercilessly. he’s so big he might as well be reaching your lungs right now, the tip of his cock rubbing against the tip of eijiro’s thumb just below your navel. slowly, he starts to apply pressure with his palm. “squeeze me,” he orders with a labored gasp. “s— fuck- squeeze me, juuust like that…”
your body’s obeying before your brain can properly register his words, walls clamping down on his impressive girth. only when the hand that he was keeping on your hip slithers between your thighs you understand what he’s trying to do. two digits find your clit, drawing mean, mean circles into the puffy nub. combined with him pressing down your stomach and the angle he’s fucking into you at, it’s impossible to control the heat that builds up in your belly stupidly fast.
“eiji…e-eiji, oh god, s’coming—!”
and then you’re squirting. a warm spray that coats eijirou’s pelvis, who pulled out just in time. “yeah!” he’s cheering, face stretching in a crazed grin, watching you with heart eyes. “that’s is, baby, give it alllll to your eiji,” he works you through it, rubbing your clit until you’re positively spent.
you barely feel eijirou’s own orgasm, hand pumping his cock to completion and painting your soppy, flushed folds with thick streaks of white. it’s a mess of heavy breathing and tangled limbs as you both collapse on the bed, strong arms engulfing you and holding you against a solid chest.
“so…are you planning to cheese about tetsu’s gym pics just to make me jealous again?”
“fuck off, eijirou.”
┊┊a/n. i really had to reach back into the memory box from the times i used to date men to make this accurate...also shoutout to 🛸 nonnie for this input bc man i don't even go here but this is yummy
synopsis: just a girl who accidentally became friends with the bouncers at her favorite club, who just so happen to be two hot best friends!!
contents: bouncer!Katsuki Bakugou x partygirl!fem!reader x bouncer!Eijirou Kirishima, crack, mentions of alcohol, dubious bromance, just three idiots i'm afraid
Part 1] I don't know if you're looking for romance or (smau)
Part 2] Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness (oneshot, N/SFW)
┊┊a/n. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING!! i won't bore you guys with a sappy paragraph but i just want you to know that i am so so grateful for all the support!! i'm just sharing my silly thoughts on here but knowing there's people who actually enjoy them fills my heart with immense happiness. so i really really hope you're also going to enjoy this short series!! part 1 is ready might drop it tonight or tomorrow who knows...stay tuned and comment to be added to the series taglist!!!
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