A/N: if you donât like/support poly relationships then this isnât for you. Please leave thank you :)
Pairing: Kirishima x reader, kiribaku x reader, Bakugo x reader, Bakugo x kirishima.
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Kirishimaâs scarlet red eyes opened for the first time that morning, not out of free will though. His sleepy eyes looked down at his omega, his face scrunching up in worry as soon as his eyes landed on you. Your face was scrunched up ever so slightly, your cheeks were dusted a light pink color, and your skin was pale. Plus, he could basically smell the sick smell that bounced off you. He placed one of his hands against your forehead, his eyes widening at how high your fever seemed to be. His cold hand on your head actually helped you relax, and in your sleep you cuddled into his chest, pressing your nose against his neck, prodding it gently as you took in a deep breath of the alphas scent.
A small sleepy grin crossed the alphas face as he wrapped his arms around your small frame, his protective side coming out as he breathed in the scent of you. He closed his eyes once more, reaching an arm out behind you to feel for Bakugo, wanting to let him know that their omega was sick. However, he only found that spot to be empty. His eyes opened immediately, his hand touching the cold wrinkled sheets where his other partner lay at night. He must have been gone for awhile as the sheets werenât even hot at all.
âIâm right here shitty hairâ Kirishimaâs head turned to the bedroom door, his eyes landing on the blonde that stood there with a plastic bag full of medicines, rags, soups and other necessities needed when people got sick.
âDid you-?â
âYes. Now keep quiet youâll wake her upâ Bakugo whispered, as he began placing the medicines along with the rags and a water bottle on the bedside table next to kirishima. Kirishima moved slightly to grab his other partners hand, using his strength to pull him down, their noses touching. Kirishima let out a little growl and gave Bakugo a peck on the lips, whispering a good morning to his angry blonde Pomeranian. With a âtchâ and a good morning back Bakugo made his way for the door, but not before taking in a quick sniff of his partners scent.
âIâm going to make some breakfast, when our kitten wakes up make sure she takes some of that medicine.â And with that he left the room, leaving the door wide open as he left for the kitchen. Kirishima sighed to himself, he had his alpha and his omega here with him every morning. He couldnât be happier. The slight moans and turns of you shook the red alpha out of his thoughts, he placed his hand on your upper arm as he watched you toss and turn against his chest. Soon though, your eyes opened and they immediately shut as a louder groan left your lips. Kirishima let out a small chuckle as he watched you muzzle further into him. You wanted to be covered in Kirishimas and Bakugos scent. It let others know who you belong to and if weâre honest, both alphas find it quite attractive that their omega wants to be drowned in their scent. Which also wasnât normal per say.
âMorninâ cupcake, how ya feeling?â
âLike crap..â you mumbled, keeping your eyes closed in hopes that the pounding headache you had would just go away. You sniffled slightly, rubbing your eyes as you tried to prevent yourself from coughing.
âHere, take this medicine and let me run you a hot shower. That might make you feel a little better.â He cooed, sitting up in bed as he grabb the small medicine bottle. He poured the liquid into the small cap and handed it to you before getting up and out of bed himself. He walked into the threes shared bathroom, turning the knob in the shower to turn it on.
After the water was warm enough he poked his head out of the bathroom door. A small smirk/smile hybrid thing creeped up his face. Yes, He was aware that he wasnât wearing a shirt. Yes, He was aware that he was extremely muscular and that you loved it when he didnât wear one. Bakugo seemed to agree with you as well. But, he couldnât tell if your shy omega nature was coming out because of that or because you were sick. You were a blushing mess but, he couldnât seem to tell the difference with your cheeks already being red from being sick. You finally slowly got up out of bed, wincing and whining at the dizziness you felt as you stood up.
As you entered the bathroom the warm steam hit your body, clearing up your sinuses almost instantly. Kirishima gave you a hot kiss on the top of your head and left you to go help Bakugo in the kitchen. You stripped off each piece of clothing slowly, eyes barely able to keep themselves open as you stepped into the hot shower, sighing in relief as the hot water soothed your stuffed up nose and sore throat.
You stayed in the shower for fifteen minutes, sighing uncomfortably at the brisk, cold air that hit your skin. You wrapped the cream colored towel around your body, drying your wet hair with another one. Shortly after you had a warm pair of pajamas on as you quickly put on a pair of fluffy socks, a small cough escaping your throat.Â
You walked out into the kitchen, the smell of chicken noodle soup made it past the stuffy barrier in your nose causing your stomach to growl slightly.Â
âWhat are you doing up pebble?â Kirishima questioned, wrapping his arms around your small frame. You leaned into him, closing your eyes as you rested your head on his chest. Bakugou turned to look over his shoulder, grinning the two of you but his eyes held a small worry glare as they fell on you.Â
âI missed you guys..â You mumbled into him, breathing in his familiar scent. The sound of metal hitting against your bowls caused you to peak around Kirishima, watching Bakugou poor homemade chicken noodle soup into a bowl for you. They took you back to the bedroom where Kirishima joined you in bed as Bakugou handed you the bowl.Â
âCareful, itâs hot.â He grumbled out. Both boys then made themselves comfortable on each side of you as you scooped spoonfuls of soup into your mouth. Winching every so often at your sore throat. Bakugou settle his head in the crook of your neck, a growl coming from his throat as he inhaled your scent. The sweet smell of honey shafted off your sent glands, driving Bakugou crazy at how innocent you could be.Â
Kirishima allowed his hand to run up your thighs, massaging your aching muscles with warm hands. His head rested on the pillow behind him, sighing contently as you three enjoyed each others presence.Â
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Summary: Boredom truly does hit differently when itâs late at night and you canât sleep. So, in an effort to make your night interesting, you head over to your best friend and long-term crushes dorm, seeking to play games. But boy oh boy are you in for a surprise.
WARNINGS!: Voyeurism, Masturbation, Very Spicy stuff. 18+!
Category: Smut
Word Count: 2.8k+
A/N: Itâs very late at night, Iâm very tired, this fic is weird, thank you.
Just To Clarify:
Reader has a shapeshifting quirk
Reader is female
(f/c) means favorite color
Time is night
Can be any year you want it to be
Part 2
A gentle spring breeze blew in through your opened sliding glass door, (f/c) curtains dancing along with it to the soft beat of crickets chirping in the yard.
The moon was full, shrouding the Earth with her calming white glow.Â
The world looked so peaceful during this time of night.
No loud music blasting from Jirouâs room,
No gremlin noises echoing down the hall.
No nothing.
Just the wind, crickets, and the annoying, ever-present sound of you breathing.
It was nice.
Calming, even.
The lights were turned off, leaving the room beautifully exposed to the moon beams making their way in through the glass, curtains, and the open door itself.
Had it not been for the fact that it was only 11:00PM, and that it was indeed a Saturday, you would have been asleep long ago.
But no.
After a full week of exciting activities and horrendous studies, your body was too buzzed from the unusual surplus of sleep to actually feel tired.
You were so full of energy, and yet, now would be the perfect time to lay down and drift into dreamland, lulled by the sounds of nature.
Whatâs a teen to do other than to stare blankly at her glow-in-the-dark star covered ceiling, trying to force herself to feel tired?
There was absolutely nothing to do.
A mental checklist popped into your head for the third time that night:
Homework? Completed.
Shower? Taken.
Studying? Finished.Â
Perhaps you could study more?
No. The subjects you were currently learning in all of your classes were too boring to attempt to read at this time of night.
You wouldn't fall asleep to the pages droning on about something so infuriatingly bland, rather, youâd just be annoyed and end up slamming the hard-covered textbook closed.
With an exasperated sigh, you rolled onto your side, picking up your phone just to blindly scroll through the same three apps you always used to pass time.
How boring.
This was definitely a waste of time.
Oh!
A dorky smile crept onto your face smooshed into your pillow as a great idea popped into your head.
You could annoy your best friend, Izuku Midoriya!
Yes, he was always awake at this time studying!Â
His devotion was admirable, you sat up with a nod at this thought. If only you could follow in his footsteps.
Then again, he liked studying, and you didnât.
He always seemed so energetic when you studied together, whilst you were trying not to construct another shitty paper airplane with the homework paper.
Maybe you could convince him to play a game? Watch a movie?
Youâve visited his dorm enough times to know he has a PS4 hidden away in his cabinets.
You jumped up, bed creaking beneath the sudden strain as you went about putting on some socks and a very, very thin slip on hoodie. It was almost like one of those slip-on things that were partially see-through that people would wear at the beach.
Even if you have been friends for years, poor Midoriya never could handle the sight of you in just a tank top.
The weather was never a good excuse, apparently, and it wasnt that bothersome to wear something over you.
It was much cooler than wearing a t-shirt, considering all the ones you owned were thicker than necessary due to them being from cheap stores and not places at the mall or something.
Who needs fancy clothes when those were comfy and fit just fine?
Plus, Seiyu, or âThe Japanese Walmartâ as Americans liked to call it, was where you got Deku hooked on his horrible fashion sense and love for clothing that displayed itâs legitimate name on it.
You smiled as you finally slipped your white slippers on, he was such a dork.
The only problem left was sneaking out.
It was past curfew, and visiting the boys dorm at this hour would probably get you a one-way ticket to the principal's office if you tried sneaking down and up the stairs.
Times like these are when your quirk truly came in handy - Shapeshifting.
It took a toll on your body when you stayed in a form for more than an hour, but you didnât plan on being something for more than a few minutes, honestly.
So, cracking your knuckles, you stepped out onto your balcony.
Ah, a distraction.
You couldn't help but lift your head and stare at the moon, not realizing just how vibrant it was tonight, outshining the vast majority of stars. Another breeze swept your hair away from your face, ticking your cheeks as it did so.
Sometimes you need to take a step back and appreciate the little things, right?
But you couldnât waste much more time, you really, really wanted to beat Izuku at Mario Kart again.
He was so cute when he whines in defeat.
With a giggle, you jumped up onto the ledge, letting the burning hot sensation of your quirk getting ready to work flow through your veins. The bigger the animal you turned into, the more painful it was, but you didnât need to be big. You needed to be small, a little magpie.
You jumped, a bolt of electricity flashing through your body as your bones crunched around your ears. And just like that, you were now a little black and blue bird fluttering in the sky above your balcony.
It used to be terrifying to try to change whilst jumping, but it didnât take long for logic to replace fear. Truth or the matter was: itâs easier to change when youâre already in motion.
With a small chirp, you flew around the building, wings flapping every few seconds, suddenly in no real hurry and just enjoying the rush of wind against your feathers.
It didnât take long to reach Midoriyaâs balcony, his bright red curtains easy to spot from a mile away.
His curtains were open partially tonight, though. Good! Maybe you could scare him!Â
It was pure evil, trying to scare him, but he typically always caught onto your antics before you had a chance to enact them.
He was quite perceptive!
But maybe, just maybe, if you were lucky, you could.
Still, he didnât typically have his curtains open. And his door was open too?
Maybe he was taking the chance to bask in the moonlight and breeze as well?
His light wasnât on..
Oh boy.Â
You hoped he wasn't asleep.
You tweeted involuntarily in disappointment at the thought.
Without haste, you swooped down, wings fluttering momentarily as you perched yourself on his balconyâs railing.
Shaking your wings out and settling down on your bird feet, you anxiously peered through the window.
What you saw shocked you to your very core, and it was hard not to shriek at the sight and light sounds being carried out the window.
Izuku Midoriya, your best friend, long-time crush, sweetest and most innocent cinnamon roll youâve ever known to exist, was currently masturbating on his bed.
His covers were seemingly half-hazardly kicked to the floor, body arched, completely nude, head thrown back into the pillow, and feet digging into his bed as he furiously pumped his cock, hips snapping up to try and match the pace set.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
âAh~ Ha-ah! Hah.. Nnhghh..!â
Oh god, oh god!
Why was this so hot!
But no!
This was so, so wrong!
You canât believe you were watching this!
Your feathers ruffled up in disgust for yourself, how could you stand here, watching this?!
This was a private moment, one solely for Midoriya, and not your peeping eyes!
And yet.
You couldnât seem to turn your head or fly away.
No, you stood there, taking in the glorious sight and the oh-so sweet sounds he was making.
His jaw hung open, moans spilling from him with every thrust, eyes squeezed shut as he no doubt sunk into the world of his vivid imaginations.
Funnily enough, the moonâs light was shining down on his cock,Â
copious amounts of pre-cum glistening on his fingers.
He was so cute.. Even now.
A dark blush stained his cheeks and neck, almost completely hiding away his freckles but shining from the tears streaming down them.
Why was he crying?
Your tail twitched.
Was he.. That sensitive? So lost in pleasure that he didnât realize he was crying?
You watched in amazement as he spread his toned legs shimmering with sweat wider, his left hand now coming down, teasingly tracing his abs just to feel them twitch, fingers gliding through his forest-green happy trail to cup and massage his balls.
His body jolted, more pre-cum oozing out of his angry-red tip,
âG-gahh! S-so g-oo-d! So goodsogoo-D! Ahh!â He babbled, a thin string of saliva escaping the corner of his mouth.
Your heart was hammering in your tiny chest, knowing how horrible of a human being you were being, how opposite of a hero you were acting, but yet it was hard to find the fucks you had left to give in this predicament.
It wasnât everyday you get to see such a beautiful sight.
He was so fucking handsome.
His body was practically glowing thanks to the natural light and sweat, and by god he was ripped!
You already knew that before, but seeing his muscles twitch under his skin as he brought himself wave after wave pleasure was a lot different than him swimming laps at the pool.
His unruly green locks were plastered to his sweaty forehead, giving you the best view of his face twisting in pure ecstasy.
You wondered what he was imagining with each moan, wondering who he was thinking of with every thrust.
It was Ochaco, surely, or perhaps Tsu or Momo? Mina, even. They were all such good choiced, even if the thought of him imagining your now sudden rivals made bile creep up your throat.
Maybe..
Just maybe it was you..
The idea sent tingles down your spine.
In truth, he was thinking about you.
This whole thing started unknowingly because of you.
You had worn thigh highs today instead of your usual knee high socks, and all day Midoriya's eyes were glued to your perfect thighs.
He was in heaven with every step you took, eyes hazily staring at how some of your thigh spilled over the edge.
He wanted to touch them so bad, feel the soft skin in his palms, massage them, kiss them, hold them open as he sunk his throbbing member into your dripping heat.
He wanted you so bad.
It was a challenge to last this long, waiting till Aoyama and Mineta were fast asleep before he could indulge in his fantasies.
He was no stranger to fantasies about you, often having them a few times a month for nearly two years now.
You were just so perfect and beautiful..
His hand glided up and down his cock faster, the other one leaving his full balls just to go and play with his hard nipples and ground himself a bit.
He was so lost, his usually very observant self didnt even hear the flapping of wings or feel the birdsâ stare on him as he worked himself to his imagination.
In his head, you were beneath him, moaning like a slut as he fucked you relentlessly.
Those glorious thighs tightly hugged his hips, desperate to not let him pull away so far from you.
Your breasts bounce with each slam on his hips, nipples red and glistening with saliva as he was previously sucking on them just to hear you squeal from the unfamiliar feeling of teeth and a tongue on your buds.
Your combined moans and the sound of skin slapping against wet flesh made him dizzy with desire.
Your neck was covered in his marks, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the sight. You were his and those marks proved it. Theyâd be hard to cover up, the entire class would know youâre his and his alone.
He stared down at your sinful face, tongue flopping out of your mouth, eyes opened and pupils blown wide as you tried to maintain intimate eye contact.
â(Y-Y/N)!â He moaned, body twisting on his sheets.
He was so close, he could feel it.Â
The familiar burning sensation of a hot coil twisting around in his stomach, the tensing of his thighs.
He ripped his hand from his nipple just so he could rub his palm in circles over his overly-sensitive head, middle finger occasionally dipping down to rub over his oozing slit.
âAhhh~! Fuck! F-Fuck! O-oh God! Iâm s-so! Ghhnn! Ngnaaahh! Iâm so close!!â he cried out.
In his head, you were already pushed to the edge, walls strangling his dick as you screamed his name, orgasm wracking your trembling body, fingernails digging into his scratched up back.
His teary eyes snapped open having been ripped from his fantasy, irises rolling back in his head.
His body was on fire, his cock twitched in his hand before the coil finally burst.Â
â(Y/N)!! Ahhh! AHH! I- I lov! You! Ggggh-!â
He was cut off with a loud, guttural moan, white ropes of thick cum spurted from his tip. His body spasmed, hands now clutching the sheets for dear life as the last rope of cum ejaculated from him, coating his heaving tummy and chest in his own white seed.Â
Your eyes widened, body trembling as you watched it all go down.
He moaned your name!Â
He!
He thought about you, just as you did about him!
The sudden desire to stuff your hand between your human legs throbbed in the back of your head as you watched him try and catch his breath.
It was amazing how much he came.. For such a small dude, no less!
His body fell lax, thighs finally dropping down onto the mattress as he just sat there.
You were about to leave, truly, you were, until you made eye-contact with him.
With his post-orgasm clarity, he finally felt the eyes burning into his skin, making his anxious head snap in the direction of the window.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw a bird, a very common one at that, perched on the railing.
Wait.
He left the window open!? Oh god!
His hands slapped on his cheeks in embarrassment.
He hoped no one heard him!!
He could be so unknowingly loud when in the heat of the momentâŠ
Sniffing his embarrassment down, he reached over, grabbing some tissues to clean himself off with before throwing them in the trash and hopping up to go and rinse himself off in the bathroom.
He was amazed to see the bird still there when he came back out, watching his nude self walk across the room to his Allmight boxers he threw to the floor not long ago.
Why the hell were you still there, you ask? Well, honestly leaving slipped your mind.Â
But you couldnt tear your gaze away.. You were so intrusive⊠but he was so fucking hot.
It was definitely strange to see him walk out of the bathroom nude, and you thanked the gods when he put on boxers. Your body could not handle seeing his flaccid dick swing about, youâd probably die of even more embarrassment.
You hopped back in surprise when a finger suddenly appeared in your little face, behind that finger an innocently smiling Midoriya.
âHello, little bird~â He cooed softly, voice unusually deep and scratchy from previously screaming his heart out.
Your body was already burning hot beneath all those feathers, but he certainly wasnt helping!
To see him so blissed out, so relaxed after such an intimate thing, it was too much!
You chirped, leaning forward to nuzzle his finger as a good-bye before hopping back to spread your wings, finally gaining the guts to fly the fuck away and back to your dorm.
He stared in wonder as the bird turned the corner, not giving itâs unusual behavior much thought before going to collapse on his bed for a much needed sleep.
Electricity buzzed through your body again as you flew into your dorm, sloppily transforming back and landing on your ass.
You heaved, shakily propping yourself up on your hands and knees as your body burned in desire, throbbing in places previously nonexistent in your bird form.
Not making the same mistake as dearest Izuku, you shut and locked your sliding glass door, pulling the curtains closed as you flopped onto your bed, hand immediately burying itself between your thighs.
It was wrong before, and it was even more wrong now, but at the moment, you didnât care.
You just wanted to sink into the fantasy similar to his own as you lost yourself in pleasure.
Youâd deal with the repercussions at a later date, especially since it doesnât take a rocket scientist to figure out it was obviously you on that balcony.
