4 Bisexuals In A Room We Need To Kiss

4 Bisexuals in a room we need to kiss 🧍🏾‍♀️

Bully!TodoBakuX ChubbyBlack YN

Okay , Okay look. I know it’s early , B-BUT! If it’s not too much of a problem, there’s something that I’d like to discuss…Bully!TodoBaku 🥴 Please humor me.

Because look at them 🥴

Imagine moving to Japan during your final year of high school and transferring into the general studies course at UA.

Think about how excited you’d be when Principal Nezu drags the BigThree, dressed in full regalia, into your class on the first day to “show appreciation to all the others that help maintain the balance in a just society”.

Like can you think about how excited you’d be to see these gorgeous men standing in front of your desk in they’re costumes. So close that you can actually smell their cologne’s fragrance : citrus, mint and caramel

You’d be enamored listening to the green haired one ramble on about his appreciation and how no matter how many people he saves we can all do our part to keep the world safe.

Think about how flustered you’d feel when he noticed you staring and he smiled kindly and sent a subtle wink in your direction.

Mentally squealing and too much of a fan girl to notice the glares his concubines bestfriends are sending your way.

Caught off guard when he catches you in the school cafeteria to introduce himself and his buddies who merely nod in response.

So happy when he asks you to join him. Scooting inside the booth to sit next to him and across from the two silent heroes-in-training. Who noticed how excitable you were with your wide eyes and big grin as you bobbed your head listening to Deku’s mutterings.

Thinking about what a little bimbo you had to be to not notice the way the greenette kept eyeing your tits that spilled from your unbuttoned uniform top or your plushy thighs that jiggled as you bounced your legs.

You see, they were all bestfriends, but the special kind. The kind that sucked each others dicks on occasion almost every night. So they knew when the freckled hero was being lustful.

It wasn’t a problem at first.

Regardless of their arrangement, they all had girls that they fucked occasionally. Sometimes even together, but there was something different about you.

Izuku was obsessed with you. Always talking to or about you. He hadn’t even fucked you yet, but you occupied his mind. And you weren’t making it easier. Always popping up to find him and bring him little treats.

“Gee thanks , (y/n). You’re so sweet.” He’d grin down at you, pressing kisses against your fat cheeks , drawing giggles from your plump lips. “Try some too” he’d encourage, saying “open up” and nudging the brownie against your lips. Letting his fingers graze the corner of your mouth to wipe at the crumbs before popping them into his own.

They noticed just how in awe he was of you and it made them kind of jealous. Like what was so special about you ?

You’re just some chubby chick from America with a bs quirk , yeah you were kinda cute No hetero but what’s the big fucking deal ?

Henceforth, Bully!TodoBaku would make it their business to come between Izuku and the chunky slut that was trying to steal him.

👀👀

I’m wit it if y’all are, let me know what y’all wanna do 😉

kirishima x bakugou x f!reader

summary - you're a shy transfer student who's paired with kirishima for a project, by chance, you meet his boyfriend. porn with not a lot of plot.

a/n - smut, threesome, bakugou and kirishima are both bi and so is reader, college au, quirkless au, praise, degradation, shy reader, sorry for slandering shinsou, unprotected sex, face fucking, impact play, cumplay ig im, i forgot that this was mostly filth when i went to re edit it. repost from my old blog, katsupeach. kirishima and bakugou's heights are described but they're bigger than you, daddy kink, some mild hurt comfort, they like you more than a one night stand isn't that nice.

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Being paired with the sunny extroverted football player for your essay project wasn’t your worst nightmare, but only because your subconscious was rarely so creatively cruel. You traced the assignment with your finger, checking again to make sure that it was right. F/N L/N, Kirishima Eijirou. Fuck. You look up, and to your embarrassment, he’s looking over at you, and you make eye contact. He shoots you a bright smile that you attempt to return. Professor Aizawa continues talking about the project, but you’re not listening, you’re too busy wiping your clammy hands on your jeans. You dart out of the classroom, through the hallways, and onto the quad but of course, he catches you. 

“Hey, hey y/n!” Shit. You turn around and there he is, towering over you. 

“Hi.” You say. 

“Do you wanna exchange numbers? Talk about the project?” He grins at you. “You’re a transfer, right? 

“Yeah,” you say quickly. “Don’t worry about the project, I’ll just do it. I don’t mind.” He blinks at you. 

“No, uh, no way,” He sheepishly touches the back of his neck. “I can’t letcha do that, I promise I won’t hold you back.” You swallow nervously. 

“It’s really fine.” You respond, barely audible. He shakes his head. 

“Come on, I won’t be that bad.” He reaches out to touch your upper arm and you flinch from him. “Sorry, I just,” he withdraws his hand, “Let’s get coffee if you don’t have class? On me.” You tuck your hair behind your ears. 

“Oh, um sure.” He leads you to the student union, chattering about the reading, making it so you barely have to fill in the blanks of the conversation. He leans down to you when you get to the barista, 

“Whaddya want, I’ll order for you.” 

“Just a latte.” You say. He moves around you to order, careful not to touch you. 

“She’ll have a latte, and I’ll have a Caramel Frappucino.” He says, smiling gently at you. “Let’s grab a booth, it’ll be quieter.” You let him lead you across the busy student union, holding both of your hot coffees. He’s right, it’s a little quieter in the booth. “Do you have any ideas?” 

“Yeah,” You tuck your hair behind your ears. “I was thinking, maybe um something about, the pre-raphaelites, and how their ultra-realism was a revolution that actually went so hard that it transcended realism to become nonrepresentational.” He blinks at you. 

“Yeah, uh, okay, let’s do that.” You sigh. 

“Just let me do it.” 

“No, no,” he says quickly, “I’m a little behind in the reading, that’s all, I’ll catch up and then I’ll understand. Let’s look now, at one of the paintings, and you can explain it to me.” You take a sip of your coffee and flip to a page in your three hundred dollar textbook, complete with glossy colored pictures. 

“This is Ophelia, by John Edwin Millais.” He looks at the pale woman lying in the reeds. 

“Oh shit, is she dead?” You swallow. 

“Yeah, of course, she is, she’s Ophelia.” He looks sheepish. “From Hamlet. She pretty famously dies.” He looks even more sheepish. 

“Uh, okay.” He puts his palms up. “Tell you what, I will catch up on the reading. I will. And then we can divide up work, and get started. I will not be the mean jock that makes you do this yourself. I refuse.” 

“Frankly that’s more honor than I expected from you.” He laughs, touching the back of his neck. 

“Jeez. Sorry that my fellow athletes did ya so dirty. Scouts honor, I won’t leave you high and dry.” He’s oozing sincerity. You don’t trust it. 

“Okay.” He raises his eyebrows and then straightens. 

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me now. I’m gonna prove it.” He looks down at the textbook. “Okay, she’s dead, keep explaining.” 

“So she’s dead, but look at all the flowers around her. Her death is a tragedy, and it’s considered one of the most eloquent descriptions of death in literature.” 

“Ooh,” Kirishima takes his phone out. “Let me google it. What’s it from again?” You smile nervously. 

“It’s Lady Gertrude’s speech, from Hamlet.” He squints at his screen. 

“Wait, what language is this in?” You laugh a little despite yourself. 

“English,” you say, “give it here, I’ll demonstrate.” He hands you his phone, it’s cool and heavy in your hands. “No case?” 

“I don’t drop things.” He says, a hint of pride in his voice. You laugh, genuinely. 

“There, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds, Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,” your voice is low, Kirishima leans in across the table to hear what you’re saying. “When down her weedy trophies and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,” He feels a blush creep onto his cheeks, there’s something almost sensual about the music of your words. “Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress,” Kirishima’s breath hitches in his throat. 

“Oh,” he interrupts you, “Oh I get it.” You nod. “Wait but please don’t stop.” He begs. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Go on.” You give him a small smile. 

“Or like a creature native and endued unto that element. But long it could not be

till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay, to muddy death.” He sighs with happiness. 

“Wow.” He breathes. “Reading Shakespeare doesn’t feel like that.” 

“That’s because he wrote plays,” you explain, “And plays, like poetry, were always meant to be experienced as spoken word entertainment rather than read.” He nods vigorously. 

“That makes so much sense!” He grins, still leaning rather close to you across the table. 

“Oi, shitty hair!” Someone snarls and you jump, gasping in surprise. “And what the fuck is wrong with you?” Bakugou Katsuki, loud, brash, and Quarterback of the football team leans over your table. You shrink from him. 

“Bakugou!” Kirishima chastizes. “You can’t snap at people like that. You scared the shit out of her, I just got her to start talking to me.” He shakes his head. “Y/n, I’m sorry, this is my boyfriend.” You blink in surprise. “Yeah, we’re both bi.” He confirms, fielding your expression with expert precision. Bakugou elbows his way next to Kirishima in the booth, dropping his textbooks. “Y/n was just reading me some Shakespeare for context on this.” He points to the Millais, your textbook still lying open. 

“That Ophelia?” He asks you and you nod. “So you were reading him Lady Gertrude’s speech.” You blink at him. “Yeah, we’re not all fuckin’ idiots.” He says, hitting Kirishima lightly on the back of the head. “But go ahead, I want to hear it.” 

“Oh um,” your face burns. “I was done. I mean it’s a short passage.” 

“Something else then,” he grins, “I like to watch him struggle.” Kirishima swats at his boyfriend, who dodges and smiles. You hand him his phone back.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” You say and he narrows his eyes, and scrolls through his phone. 

“Shitty hair we’ll give you somethin’ easy, just tell us what this means.” 

“Why can’t you read it?” You say a little annoyed and he grins. 

“You’ll see.” He selects something on his phone and then hands it to you. 

“Oh.” You say, a scowl forming on your lips, seeing Katherine’s monologue. “You want me to read the Shakespearean equivalent of yes sir, I would be happy to make you that sandwich?” 

“What?” Kirishima blinks. Bakugou looks like he’s about to speak but you cut him off. 

“Kirishima look at me.” He does. “This was the first thing we were supposed to read in this course. Have you done any of the reading for this class?” Kirishima goes bright red, shrinking nervously from Bakugou. 

“Shitty hair?” Bakugou growls. “Skippin’ out on the reading, huh?” You raise your eyebrows and start to gather your things. Kirishima buries his face in his hands. 

“Wait,” you stop and look at him, you’d already stood to make your escape. “Please help me study, please help me catch up.” He eyes Bakugou. “He’s the meanest tutor, and I feel like you wouldn’t be.” You sigh. 

“Kirishima, we’re not even friends.” You reach for your coffee but he looks so hurt that you pause. Bakugou snorts. 

“Never thought I’d see the day where it took you more than five minutes to make friends with someone,” he eyes you, “What’s your deal? You’re a transfer, right?” Your hands shake a little as you respond. 

“Yep.” It could be your imagination, but for a fraction of a second, Bakugou’s eyes flick to your hands before moving back to your face, softening a little. 

“Please.” Kirishima says, taking a step forward. “I’ll do something for you, anything.” You sigh, looking away. “I’ll introduce you to all our friends!” he offers. “You don’t know anyone, right?” 

“And I like it that way.” You counter and that gets a genuine laugh out of Bakugou. “I’ll tutor you, though,” you offer, “On one condition.” Kirishima nods, and you sit back down. “I will make every decision about this project.”  

“That’s fine!” He says brightly. “Thank you, thank you so much.” Bakugou clears his throat, you’re still holding his phone. 

“Actually,” you say, “This is an ok place to start.” You turn the phone to Kirishima on the table who shakes his head. 

“Read it to me, please, please it sounds so much better.” You massage your temples, watching Bakugou smirk. 

“Fie, fie, unknit that threatening unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.” You say, not sure where to look. 

“Ok, so don’t question your boss.” Kirishima says, “Got it.” 

“Not quite.” You say. “Very sweet of you to immediately strip the clearly gendered terminology from this passage.” Bakugou knocks shoulders with his boyfriend. 

“Try again.” He motions for you to continue. 

“It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, And in no sense is meet or amiable. A woman mov’d is like a fountain troubled- Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.” 

“Oh.” Kirishima says. “This is about, uh, like, when women aren’t sweet they’re ugly?” You nod, smiling. 

“Yeah, that’s as decent interpretation. Think about the words, a woman moved is like a fountain troubled, women who have strong emotion or even rational thought that’s being read as emotion due to a sexist lense, has as much value as a fountain that’s broken, spewing mud. Think about that metaphor.” Kirishima’s brow furrows. 

“I don’t like this. I love it when women aren’t sweet.” Then he smiles at you. “‘Course, if they wanna be, that’s fine by me.” You hand Bakugou his phone back. 

“I’m finished debasing my gender for your entertainment.” You say to the blonde, and scribble something down on a scrap of paper. “I’m free Saturday afternoon, this is my number, text me if you want to be tutored.”  

_______

On Friday night, you’re curled up with a mug of hot chocolate and your favorite show, with a soft blanket, happily alone in your single. You get a text from Kirishima. 

Kirishima: hey! We’re having a movie night. Wanna come over?

You: I’m good, thanks 

Kirishima: come on, what are you doing?

You: watching Jane the Virgin

Kirishima: alone or am I interrupting a netflix and chill session

You: aaaaaaaaa i like being alone it’s fine 

You toss your phone aside, ignoring it’s incessant buzzing, watching Jane pick out a wedding dress, tearing up when her father shows up. You have a moment where you genuinely struggle with the desire to respond, grappling with your own social anxiety before choosing the comfort of being alone. There’s a soft knock at the door. You throw a zip up hoodie on over your tank top. 

“Hey,” There’s a guy standing in the hallway with dark hair. You don’t recognize him. “I’m Shindou, your next door neighbor.” You shrug. 

“Hi, can I help you?” You can smell the alcohol on his breath, he runs his fingers through his hair.. 

“Can I come in?” He asks, smiling brilliantly. You shake your head. 

“No thanks,” you lean against the doorframe. “What’s up?” He takes a step near you. 

“You can um,” he says, smiling sheepishly, “I was hoping I could come in.”  He’s swaying a little. 

“Nope,” you try and close the door but he wedges an elbow into it, catching the door frame in a large hand.

“I would like you to leave.” You say, with as much firmness as you can muster. 

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart.” He says, smiling, “Come on, don’t be a bitch about this,” 

“Don’t be a bitch about what?” A familiar voice growls from down the hallway.

“Just leave.” You say, pleading, trying again to close the door on him but he shoves his way in, stumbling drunk. You jump out of the way but he knocks into you, and you slam against the chest of drawers next to your door, the air rushing from your lungs. Strong hands pull  him back though, as you catch yourself before he can hit the ground. You see Bakugou slam him against a wall. 

“Walk it the fuck off.” Bakugou snarls, before turning his attention to you. “Text Kirishima back. You’re hurting his feelings.” He says, before registering your face, how shaken you are. “Oh shit, don’t fuckin’ cry.” Your hands shake, hard. 

“W-what are you doing in my building?” You ask. He blinks at you. 

“I live here.” He points to the black garbage bag he put down to grab Shindo. “That guys an asshole. Stay away from him.” You nod and he sighs, looking away. “Fine.” He pushes his way into your room, and before you can say anything he’s wrapping his arms around you. “Shh, or shut up or somethin’, okay?” You bury your face in his neck, it does feel nice, to be held. He lets you go after about a minute. “Come on. Movie night.” 

“I don’t-” 

“Did that sound like a fuckin’ invitation to you?” He snarls. “Because I meant it like a goddamn order.” You nod, sniffling a little. He waits for you while you pick up your phone and slip into some shoes. 

“Gonna uh,” he says, “Gonna put pants on?” You turn beet red and lift the end of your long hoodie to reveal the shorts you were wearing, he looks almost disappointed. “Come on then, we don’t have all damn night.” You grab your room key and phone and follow him down the hallway to the garbage shoot, and then up to his room. He lived on the fourth floor, and his room had slanted ceilings that were covered with posters. There’s a small crowd gathered on an array of beanbag chairs, and the small dorm room was spotless. Kirishima’s face lights up. 

“You came!” He says, getting up and giving you a quick hug. 

“Some fuckin’ asshole tried to barge into her room.” Bakugou growls. “Dick.” Kirishima’s eyes widen. 

“Who?” He says to Bakugou. Bakugou rolls his eyes. 

“Shindo, who the fuck else?” Kirishima’s jaw tightens for a second before turning to the group, snatching a remote and pausing the movie. 

“Hey! This is y/n. She’s really nice so try not to scare her off.” They introduce you to their friends, Denki, Mina, and Sero. “She’s a transfer.” They greet you, someone hands you a drink and you settle in an empty bean bag chair. Kirishima sits next to you, his face a little flushed. 

“Hey,” He says quietly. “Did you read my texts or did Bakugou just spirit you up here to make me happy?” You blink at him. 

“Um I didn’t read them.” you confess. “I just, people make me so nervous.” He nods. 

“I can tell.” He looks away. “I was pretty excited to be partnered with you. I uh, I’ve missed everything we were supposed to be learning in class because I keep staring at you.” 

“You’re drunk.” You say and he shrugs. 

“Catch up.” You hit him lightly on the back of the head, 

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He laughs and slips an arm around you. 

“We have an understanding.” He leans over, “And honestly I think he likes you too.” You make a decision and down your drink quickly, then settle into the crook of his arm. He moves you, so that you’re flush against his side. You look around nervously but Sero and Mina are full on making out and ignoring the movie, Denki’s fallen asleep. You feel his breath on your ear and your neck erupts in goosebumps. “Can I get you another drink?” You nod, face burning. You turn your face and meet his eyes, for just a moment. “Hey, Bakugou, can you pass me that?” Kirishima points to the half empty bottle of vodka. You’d almost forgotten the blonde. Bakugou is lying on his bed, but he gets up, grabbing it and a plastic bottle of fruit juice. He sits down slowly on the other side of the beanbag chair with a grunt, taking your red plastic cup from you and dumping the rest of the cranberry juice in it. Kirishima gets on his side, resting his head in one of his palms. You mimic his movements, snuggling into his hard chest. Bakugou rolls his eyes and pours less than one shot into your cup. You pout.

“What? You don’t need more to drink.” He grumbles. You take the cup from him, and sip it. 

“This is basically just juice!” You complain and you feel Kirishima groan softly as you push up a little on the beanbag chair to get closer to Bakugou, inadvertently pressing your ass against his crotch. He takes one of your hips in his huge hand, reaching under your hoodie, fingers digging into your soft flesh. 

“I said you don’t need any more to drink.” Bakugou snaps. “I’ve got half a goddamn mind to take that from ya,” he eyes the cup, “And just get you both water.” Kirishima’s hand travels up under your hoodie, pushing your tank top up to rest on your waist. You give Bakugou your best, brattiest smile, and tip the cranberry juice drink into your mouth, chugging it and then handing him your empty cup. He smiles evilly and cocks his head to one side. “Brat. You’ll pay for that.” You shrug, feeling Kirishima start to rub circles into your skin, to draw your body closer to his.

“You should be nicer to him.” Kirishima says, as Bakugou climbs onto the beanbag chair, laying down and facing you. He watches your face carefully as Kirishima’s hand moves lower, under the elastic band of your shorts. You can feel his swelling erection rubbing against your ass. “He calls the shots around here, baby.” He parts your folds with two fingers and you feel your face warm as he drags his fingers lazily across your slit. He presses gently, experimentally, on your clit and your mouth drops open, sucking a sharp breath. 

Bakugou’s lips crash down on yours, muffling the sweet hiccuping moan that would have escaped your lips as Kirishima starts to circle your clit with one calloused hand. His kiss is hot, searing, and he swipes your lips with his tongue before slipping it between them, keeping you quiet in the darkness as the others watch the movie intently. He guides you carefully, cupping your face in expert hands, while Kirishima locks your body against his with one arm wrapped under your ribs, and tortures you with the other. 

“She’s so wet.” He whispers. “When’s the last time anyone touched you, baby?” He coos. Of course you don’t answer, you can’t, as he dips a finger into your aching core, and you bite down hard on Bakugou’s lip. You taste blood and the blonde pulls away from you, something wild in his eyes. You get out half a gasp before his mouth is back on yours, this time he reaches for your body, you hear your hoodie unzip. He reaches under your sweatshirt, palming your breasts, grunting softly. You hold onto his arms, digging little half moons in the contours of his bicep. 

“You’re so fuckin’ soft.” He says into your mouth. “Gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” You nod, Anything, anything as long as Kirishima didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, pressing against that one bundle of nerves in a way that was making your eyes roll and your face hot. You can feel him grinding his hard cock against your ass. Bakugou lifts your tank top over your shirt and pulls your breasts out of your bra. “Nice tits.” He groans, before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hungrily. 

“She’s gonna cum.” Kirishima warns, and it’s true you can feel that tight coil in your stomach, feel the muscles in your thighs tense, as you near your release. To your dismay, Bakugou chuckles. 

“Nah, she doesn’t need it yet.” He moves back up into your eyeline. “In case you’re too stupid to understand that, you’re not allowed to cum yet, got it.” You meet his intense gaze and he rolls his eyes and covers your mouth with his free hand. “I wanna see you fuckin’ cry for it.” You flex your feet, squirming against Kirishima as you reach our and hold onto Bakugou’s muscled forearms. You feel his breath, hot on your ear. “C’mon bitch.” He growls. “I said I wanted to see you cry.” Kirishima drags his thrumb roughly across your clit and you nearly lose it, screwing up your face in concentration. 

“Aw,” Kirishima coos. “She wants to be a good girl so bad, Katsuki.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re doing so well, baby.” Bakugou grabs your jaw roughly, holding it so tightly that you’re forced to part your lips, panting like a dog. Your eyes start to water, it hurts, it hurts so badly, you just want to cum, you’ll do anything, you’re desperate for it. Your lower lip trembles as the first tear rolls down your cheek, disappearing into the fabric of the beanbag chair. 

“Harder.” Bakugou orders, and you can see him palming his cock with his free hand through his pants. For a second you think he’s talking to you but when Kirishima picks up the pace you realize you were wrong, he watches you tremble. “You look fucking pathetic.” He snarls. “What would you give me, to cum, right now?” 

“Anything.” You breathe, eyes watering. “Anything you wanted.” He grins again, that same wildness in his eyes before he spits in your open mouth. 

“Swallow.” He commands, still speaking lowly enough so that his friends, apparently incredibly stoned, can’t here. “Then cum for me, bitch.” You release the coil you’d been holding and your whole body spasms as wave after wave of pleasure hits you, Kirishima carefully carries you through your high. You’re vaguely aware, on some level, of how you’re gushing around his fingers, of his little groan,

“Shit, she clenches so hard when she cums.” Kirishima breathes. Bakugou’s mouth is pressed against yours, muffling the desperate moan that comes from deep within you. Your hands shake as you grab fistfuls of his t-shirt and hold on for dear life. When your vision clears you’re on your back between the two men. Kirishima is brushing the hair softly off your forehead, and Bakugou is pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your cheek. “Is your room empty, baby?” Kirishima asks and you nod, unable to speak yet. “Should we go there?” You nod again and try to stand, feeling how sticky your shorts have become, the drying slick on your thighs. 

“Wait!” Kirishima says and your knees give out. Bakugou catches you easily, lifting you in his arms and rolling his eyes. 

“Don’t try and walk after cumming like that, stupid.” He says, shaking his head. They walk down to  your empty dorm room, where when they flick the lights on, your long forgotten mug of hot chocolate is on the window sill, probably ice cold. 

“This is so cute!” Kirishima coos. “You know I’ve had a crush on you all semester.” He smoothes out  your baby blue comforter. “It’s not exactly how I’ve imagined it, but it’s so you.” Bakugou deposits you on the bed. 

“Knew there was a reason you had no fuckin’ clue what was happening in that class.” He looks at you. “When you can talk again he’s gonna need a goddamn tutor, so I hope we didnt fuck anything in there,” he taps your forehead, “up permanently.”  Kirishima looks sheepish and Bakugou continues. “But if you’re not talkin’ I can think of much better uses for your mouth.” You nod, and clear your throat with a high pitched grunt. 

“You uh,” you look at Kirishima. “You like me?” 

“I may or may not have begged the professor to pair us together for this project.” You giggle. 

“Oi, sorry,” Bakugou snaps. “I meant suck my fuckin’ dick.” You flush, embarassed, he sits on your chair, unzipping his pants and putting one of your pillows at his feet. “Crawl.” He says pointing lazily at his feet. You slip all the way out of your hoodie before obliging. 

“She’s really so good,” Kirishima coos, “I knew that attitude was all an act, right, baby, you just wanna make us feel good, right?” You barely hear him, Bakugou’s taken his dick out of his pants and there’s no other word for it, it’s pretty. Long and thick, the head a deep pink and dripping with precum. 

“Yeah.” You say softly, before taking the tip of him in your mouth, giving it a little kitten lick to clean the precum off of it before taking as much of it as you can, drooling sloppily on his lap. He groans. 

“Fuck, yeah princess, just like that,” He catches your eyes, “Love the way your lips look on my fat fuckin’ cock, look up at me, like that.” He looks up, putting one hand on the back of your head, setting a pace for you, forcing you just a little farther with each thrust. “What are you waiting for, shitty hair?” He growls. “Just gonna watch?” Kirishima runs his fingers through his hair and glances at Bakugou’s hands, tangled in your hair, “Awww,” Bakugou makes the sweetest sound his gravel allows, “You were waiting for permission, like a good boy.” Kirishima nods. 

“Y-yes, sir.” He says. 

“Take her shorts off.” Bakugou orders, leaning back in your fold up chair, the canvas groaning.” You lovinging flick  your tongue over the underside of his cock. He pulls you back off of him though and speaks, “Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop. If you tap me,” He says, tapping his own thigh, in case you were too stupid to understand that, “I will stop. Understand?” You nod. “Say it.” He says gruffly. 

“I understand.” You say, and he reaches down, parting your soft lips with his thumb. You suck it hungrily and he smiles when you scrape your teeth against the pad of his finger. 

“Get back to work.” He orders, and you do, taking as much of him as you can, concentrating on keeping your throat relaxed, swelling with pride at every little groan you elicit from his mouth. Kirishima kneels behind you, letting out a soft whine as he rubs the head of his cock against your slit. 

“She’s so wet,” Kirishima moans, ‘Can, can I please fuck her, please?” Bakugou takes his eyes off yours for a moment, not releasing the back of your head. 

“Have you been a good fuckin’ boy?” He asks huskily. Kirishima nods emphatically. “Hmmm,” Bakugou rumbles, closing his eyes in pleasure as you drool on his cock. “What do you think,” he grabs you by the hair and pulls you off his dick, “Want him to fuck you?” You turn around and look at him, and gasp a little. He’s so big, the biggest you’ve ever seen, wide and long, at least 8 inches, purple tipped and dripping with precum. He’s pumping himself slowly. You turn back to Bakugou. 

“I-Is it gonna hurt, daddy?” You ask, the title slipping from your lips like water. Bakugou’s dick twitches in front of your face. 

“He can go slow, for you,” Bakugou growls, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Make sure she’s prepped dumbass.” He nods at Kirishima, and you move to keep sucking Bakugou’s cock but he catches your face. “I wanna watch you take it.” He says gruffly, savoring the way your eyes widen at the pressure, and then the stretch, and then the pain, as Kirishima gently eases inside of you. He waits to move until he hears your sharp little gasp, your mouth dropping open and saliva dribbling down your chin. Bakugou grins, taking the chance to force himself back in your mouth, focusing on his own orgasm now, grabbing a fistful of your hair and setting his own pace. This time it’s impossible to relax, if you could concentrate on anything it would be the pleasant pain of Kirishima rutting his huge cock against your soft walls, but Bakugou forces your head all the way up his length, so that your nose is pressed to the blonde tuft of hair at his stomach. 

“Fuck,” Kirishima says harshly, “She got even tighter when you did that,” he picks up the pace a little and you see stars. Bakugou starts fucking your throat in earnest now, groaning, fingers tearing through your hair. 

“Take it, bitch,” He growls, when he sees your eyes start to water as  you gag, “Fuck yeah, baby just like that, you like this?” He looks at Kirishima, blushy and glossy eyed as he snaps his hips against your ass. “You like gettin’ fuckin’ spitroasted like some dirty fuckin’ whore, huh?” There’s no way for you to respond, not with your jaw aching, not as his thrusts become erratic and he slams himself all the way down your throat again. You feel him start to explode in your throat, but then he pulls out, coating your face in his cum and leaning back in  your chair. “Good girl,” he breathes while you gag and sputter, “Good fuckin’ girl.” He sighs heavily. “You look so good like this, daddy’s desperate little slut, arentcha?”

“Y-yes daddy.” You say with the first lungful of sweet air you’re able to get. “Oh god,” you choke out as Kirishima starts going even faster, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, hitting every spot, even now, it hurt a little, he was so, so big. Bakugou leans forward and pushes down on your shoulders so that you’re down on your elbows, forcing your back into a harsher arch. With nothing to muffle your sounds they spill from your lips like water, “K-kirishima,” you moan, and he laughs, slapping your ass lightly. 

“So what, he’s daddy and I’m Kirishima?” 

“Sounds right to me.” Bakugou says threateningly, from your chair, reaching out to brush the hair out of your face, surprisingly gently. “Do you want to cum again, bitch?” He asks and you nod vigourously. “Use your words.” He snaps. 

“Yes, daddy, wanna cum please.” You look up at him, eyes wide. 

“Do you deserve to cum?” He asks and you nod without thinking. 

“Please, please let me, I’ll, I’ll do whatever you want I-” The words come out of your mouth so quickly that he laughs at you. 

“So fuckin’ eager to please,” He taunts, “You wanna be a good girl so badly, don’t you, just wanna be daddy’s good slut?” 

“F-fuck.” Kirishima groans, kneading at your ass, grabbing your hips and fucking you butally, your knees give out, “She got so tight when you said that, keep going, please,” he begs, 

“You like when I tell you you’re a slut huh?” Bakugou rasps, grinning at your stupid fucked out expression, “You look so good covered in my cum, bitch, such a good little cocksleeve, just a sweet little cunt on legs.” Kirishima reaches down and pinches your clit between two fingers and  you keen, “You can cum, cocksleeve.” Bakugou orders and Kirishima rakes his nails down your back as you come undone beneath him with a soft cry, a choked sob. 

“I’m close.” Kirishima whines, “Where should I-” 

“On her.” Bakugou says. “I wanna see my pretty little bitch covered in our cum.” You look up at that. “That’s right, baby, you’re my fucking bitch now.” Kirishima pulls out, his hot release spurting all over your back as your whole body trembles. Kirishima collapses on the floor next to  you but Bakugou reaches into his pocket, grabs his phone and snaps a picture. “You look so good all fucked out.” He says. “Don’t move, dumbasses.” He gets up, fixing his pants and then leaves. You hear your door close and turn your head to Kirishima. 

“Hi.” You say very quietly. He smiles at you. 

“You okay?” You nod. “We’ll take good care of you.” He coos, “Aftercare is important. He’s right, by the way, you look so fucking good like this.” He takes you in, swollen lips, and glossy eyes, watery black lines on your cheeks from the last remnants of your eye makeup. He reaches over, dipping two fingers into the cum on your back and then pushing them between your lips. You lick them clean and he beams at you. “Such a good girl!” You warm with pride at the praise. You hear the door open and Bakugou comes back. He squats beside you. 

“C’mere.” He grunts, carefully, gently wiping your face with a warm washcloth, and when your face is clean he kisses your forehead and hands the towel to Kirishima, who cleans off your back. He cups your face in both of his hands. 

“Good girl.” Bakugou says gruffly. “Gonna lie down with us, let us take care of ya a little?” You nod and Bakugou climbs into your twin bed, flattening himself against the wall. Kirishima lifts you, laughing at your humiliating attempt at walking. 

“You might have a limp tomorrow.” He says brightly. “But maybe not! Not everyone does.” Bakugou takes your body, angling it against his, and Kirishima lies down, facing the two of you, giving Bakugou a sweet tender kiss before throwing his phone at the lightswitch, effectively engulfing the room in darkness. 

“That better not have broken your shit, dumbass.” Bakugou grumbles, as Kirishima slips a leg in between yours. “You got a case for your shit yet?” Kirishima freezes. 

“Oh fuck,” he yawns, “Oops. Set an alarm for me?” Bakugou nods. “You okay?” Kirishima asks you again, scrutinizing  your face. 

“Yeah,” you sigh happily. “Tired.” 

“Go to sleep.” Bakugou says. “Both of you. It’s late as fuck.” You close your eyes, focusing on the soft breathing of the two men holding you, feeling safe, and warm and comfortable. 

It’s much, much later when you stir. You’re sleeping on top of Bakugou’s chest and Kirishima is spooning you, with his face buried in his boyfriend’s neck. There’s a knocking at your door. 

“Hey,” you hear, “Hey, you up, I know you’re in there.” You move a little and Bakugou is awake immediately, anchoring you to his chest with one arm. 

“Someone’s here?” You whisper. “I don’t know.” Kirishima gets up  and rubs his eyes. 

“I’ll check it out.” He opens the door in his boxers. “Oh, hey Shindo?” 

“I-is, y/n there?” Kirishima grins. 

“Yeah, but it’s 3AM. She’s real tired, if you get my drift.”

“Fuck you.” Shindou spits, slamming the door in Kirishima’s face, he bursts out laughing. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugou growls, shifting you to the far side of his chest and reaching an arm out for Kirishma. “Do you know what goddamn time it is?” He pulls the slightly larger boy into him. “She’s gotta tutor you tomorrow.” Kirishima sighs with happiness. 

“Then we gotta take her on a real date.” You open your eyes. “Wanna go to olive garden?” 

“No.” You and Bakugou say at the same time. “Go the fuck to sleep!” 

rihanna had her baby and now I want a baby

I just found out that Vibrating tongue piercing are real and let out a evil cackle as i slowly opened my laptop. I’m in for a long night 🧍🏾‍♀️

It’s 4:44 I’m about to make ice coffee and the vibes are good 🌿

- ' Roomies '

Bakugou x Reader

CW: Bimbo reader (kinda), toys, dildo, masturbation (f), clit spanks, hard dom Katsuki, fingering, orgasm denial, creampie, nicknames: Slut(1) & Princess

Ivory's Note: I love it, so much. It is incredibly self indulgent. @pervysenpaix @xogabbiexo @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @misss-chrisss

There you were, in an interrogation room, having just submitted your statement. Hero's walk in and out of the station and talk to officers while you sit in a chair far too small for the room, and let the reality of your situation sink in. An obsession, is why you were here.

An all to powerful Villian just so happend to have an obsession, with the one and only- you. A top notch Villian posing as your COLLEAGUE- for fucks sake! Of course you would be shaken. And when given the opportunity to have 24/7 protection- you took it out of desperation. But you didn't think it would involve signing a contract in which you move in with a pro hero.

Pen in hand, you read over the contract, once- twice- it still makes no sense. Basically, you get protection at work and at home. But the catch is you have to live with said hero for a time. And obviously, you had not planned to do that. But at the end of the 3rd page, sat your signature. So, you do- you do move in with your hero. To be more percise, Dynamight. Pro hero Dynamight the #2 pro hero for fucks sakes. Hey at least you got eye candy for a roomie?

And the next day, you were moved into his loft. It was a beautiful house, not something you would expect from a gruff and mean man, but it suited him at the same time. It had a hint of rustic to it but very much modern as well. Either he actually had good style or he had someone else taking care of the house. Probably the latter option to be fairly honest but hey, if it was so clean, that meant he was rarely home- right? More time alone equals less awkward encounters. You place your bag down and take a few more steps into the apartment, and the smell of burnt caramel fills your nose. Up the stairs, there were 2 doors on opposite sides of a common room. A simple sofa, and a carpet.

And so, you walk over to the door on the left, closest to where you were and get ready to turn the knob. Before you hear the front door slam open with a bang and an explosive voice to follow. "What the fuck d'ya mean I hav'ta take care of some extra?!" the voice exclaims, and suddenly you feel like an intruder. Maybe that is what you were, but there was no way you were going to admit it. He continued to scream, presumably into an earpiece before he suddenly stops. Ah shit. He found my stuff. You silently curse to yourself before you hear him start stomping up the stairs.

"Ah, uh- hi...?" you smile at the monster of a man in front of you. You have no idea to look, because you know if you look at him you would be met with muscle to gawk at, so you settle for the floor. You could feel his eyes burning a hole through your head. And in an effort to break the silence you speak up again. "It's nice to meet you...?" it came out as more of a question but never the less you extend a hand, hoping he won't crush you. Because just by looking at him, he very well could. "This ain't your room." simple and effective, love it buddy.

"Oh yeah, okay." you take a few steps back and observe him, he was still in his hero costume- dusted in dirt and rubble. But he looks like a statue made of marble. His height rivalled the doorway, and his build was... beyond muscular. From what you know from media, his strength was amazingly impressive. He could lift you with ease. A fact, a thought that really you shouldn't be having about a literal stranger. But you have all the time in time in the world to get to know him. At least until this little 'issue' blows over.

Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, hmm?

______________________________________3 WEEKS IN___________

And a few weeks in, you both are on fairly good terms. He has almost walked in on your 'alone time' twice. Since he refuses to acknowledge your not so subtle advances. But aside from having almost zero sense of privacy, it isn't that bad to live with him. He lets you go out whenever and he can even cook. But, the best part is him, after the first few days his demeanour went from prickly to tolerable and goddamn was it worth braving the storm. And with his comfort came the sweatpants. Those amazingly perfectly baggy-in-just-the-right-places sweatpants. If only, if only he didn't see you as a nuisance living with him. It would give you a MUCH higher chance of getting what you truly wanted.

_________________________________________3 MONTHS IN________

About 3 months in, and still your helpless little crush remained a crush. But hey at least you got his number!

'What you want to eat' 'Anything is good! Thanks Bakugou.' 'Katsuki.' 'Katsuki, sorry'

you grin like an idiot and kick you legs like a giddy teenager, Progress, this was progress! Your conversations were much more comfortable. He enjoyed his personal space yes, but the both of you have done normal things like watch movies and eat together. He also got very close to you? Maybe it was unconsciously, but he would often but his arm over the couch behind you or stand behind you while you grab things from the shelves. Maybe you might ahve a chance?

And usually, you were in a good mood. But today was not usually. Despite your progress with your crush, you hadn't had a good fuck in a while. And your good ol toys just weren't doing it for you. Especially knowing that you have such an amazing specimen a few feet away in the other room. It was very frustrating, essentially.

But a knock on the door breaks you out of your little trance and you walk down to greet him at the door. So you pull a sweater over your tank top, leaving you in some pj shorts to cover your legs. You can just cover your legs with a blanket later. "So, what'd ya get?" you ask trying to peek into the bag. "Food." he deadpans, sending a faux glare down to you. "yeah, but what kind of food? Do tell." you follow him into the kitchen. With a ditzy little walk, He opens the bag, pulling out some vegetables and pulling some noodles from the cupboard.

"Noodles." he ignores your slight pout and only looks up to you when you sit on the counter. "What's up with you today." he starts cutting the vegetables but looks over his shoulder to look at you when you speak. "M' hungry and you won't tell me what to be hungry for." you cross your arms and puff a fake angry sigh through your nose. Giving a slight pout.

"Mhm." he hums, and you hop off the counter when he nods towards the tv. "You will figure it out. Now put something on unless you plan to entertain me." you scoff and turn on the tv. No way he would actually let you, unfortunately. SO, you switch it on to a bad rom-com to annoy him, of course. And soon, he brings out the food and hands you a bowl of ramen. Courtesy of convenience store noodles and broth. He was an amazing cook, he just lacked motivation sometimes.

"This movie is ass pipsqueak." ah yes his delightful name for you. "Well, you said put on a movie but you weren't specific so I had free range." you grin and he slings his arm over the coach. Damn do his pecs look inviting. Like his own personal pillows, man tits if you will. You can't keep count of how many times you dreamt of sleeping on those absolute honkers. So, in retaliation of him blue balling you with his existence, you lean into the space he made by moving his arm. He could easily stop you if he doesn't like it, so you lean on him. "The fuck?" he looks down at you and suddenly you feel like you did something wrong. "Oh uh, if you don't like it I can move." you were just roomates after all, there was no way he would approve of your horny little crush on him. "Tch." he pulls you even closer and now you were on his lap, laying on him while he leans against the couch.

And they were roomates.

_______________________________________________1 DAY LATER_

Finally, he left early that day to go to work. So you had the house to yourself, for most of the day. And so, you decide to bust out you ol' friend the 5 incher. A silicone dildo, not the most high quality but it did the job that had to be done. So, you pull your shorts off, and then pull your panties and let them tumble to your ankles. You push it inside of your poor cunt and moan when it brushes against your gspot. You begin to fuck yourself with the toy and lazily circle your clit. Letting your mind imagine any scenarios it deems satisfactory, which results in a dream of your precious roommate hunched over you in that black tank top that shows off a lot more than it hides. And with those beautifully worn out sweat pants.

"Fuuuck- Kats..." you moan while you circle your clit with your thumb, you don't notice how the door opened. But as your thrusts got more desperate, and your fingers got sloppy, the foot steps up the stairs approached. You moans got breathy and you were so so so close- just a little more- boom, your door swings open.

Fuck.

"So this is what you do when i'm gone?" despite the condescending tone, he was smirking. "I'm so sorry!" you stammer, trying to close your thighs to protect what dignity you could possibly have left. "Don't pretend I don't hear ya moanin' my name when I come home like this." he chuckles, closing the door behind him. You feel like a rat trapped by an angry dog. Fuck dignity. But, this was an opportunity. The question is, would you take it?

So, you give him a pitiful gaze and slightly part your thighs "m' sorry Katsuki, won't do it again." oh you were totally going to do it again. How come being a bimbo was so fun? "Don't lie, brat." he scoffs and walks over to the bed. And you slightly crawl back, it seems he does not like that. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, and crawls above you. Caging you in a prison of pure muscle. His hair was pulled back into a lose ponytail of ash blonde hair, with a few stray strands caging his scarred face. His eyes wander your body, from your scrunched up tank top to the panties you hastily pulled up and finally to the abandoned dildo laying on the bed, covered in slick still.

"Don't tell me ya use that?" he scoffs and you look at it in confusion. What was wrong with it? "And if I do?" your apologetic tone was gone and left no traces as you narrow your eyes, full of fake confidence. He chuckles, "So, yer tellin me you would rather use that than ask me for help." he spares you an incredulous glance and you sigh. "You're the one who walks around like you don't ooze sex appeal." you roll your eyes and look him up and down. "Hm." he hums and dips his head down "Y'know all you have to do is ask." you laugh and loop your arms around his head.

"So, the number 3 hero will fuck anybody who asks?" he grins and nips at your shoulder, and you have to struggle to stifle a moan. "Nah just skimpy roommates." he snarls you tangle a hand in his hair and tug a little bit. You giggle and he snakes his hand down to your throbbing cunt. He slowly rubs his hand over your thighs and runs a finger of the damp, thin fabric. "So wet, all for me?" you nod smile at him before he lightly smacks your clit making you squeal. "Fuckin slut." and with a quick movement he shoves your soiled panties to the side and shoves a finger inside. You have to bite back your moans while he fingers you at a pace you could never set yourself. all you can do is grind your tiny little hips against hand and do what he wants you too. "Mm- cumm- cumming-" you manage to squeak amongst the lewd sounds of his fingers fucking into your wet cunt.

And he pulls out his fingers with a sadistic grin, and you whine at the loss of contact. He pulls his the band of his pants down and pumps his dick just enough for you to see. You fantasy was definitely not accurate in terms of that. "See, y'have a much better dick right here, Princess." it was much better than you had imagined.

And before long he had you bouncing on his cock, and you were already fucked dumb. He had you stretched perfectly. And he hit every spot you loved and even ore you didn't know existed. It was too much and not enough at the same time, and fucking hell was he enjoying it. You were babbling on about how it was too much but you were begging to cum just a minute ago? Which did you want? And plus the way his name tumbled off you tongue like it was pure sugar was intoxicating. How could he stop fucking you tight little cunt that his been neglected since you got here? Especially when you keep grinding your hips against him to meet his thrusts. And your precious little tits that bounce inside of the confines of your tank top.

Perfect, absolutely perfect. Just like the little appearing and disappearing bulge in your stomach. He takes breaks from abusing your clit like it's his favourite toy, only too press on it and feel you tighten around his cock. "Who's this cunt belong too?" he snarls into your ear. "Yours-! Its yours Kats!" you babble, trying to get some more praise out of him. it was like a drug to you at this point. "That's right. It's mine, so don't touch it unless I give you permission, you understand?" you nod frantically, while he presses on your clit. "Good girl." he purrs, he sounds satisfied. And the praise makes you clench down on him again. "So fuckin tight... such a pretty pussy." he starts rubbing lay circles over your clit, and a knot starts to tighten in your core.

"Kats- m' gonna cum" you string something cohesive together hoping, praying he will let you cum. "Mm go ahead Princess." he smiles, albeit condescendingly, it still makes you little heart flutter. And you mouth hangs open in a silent scream while you claw at the arms that are fucking you down on his cock through your orgasm. And soon, he comes tumbling after, after your cunt tightens around his cock and practically milking it for all it's worth. And you fall limp over his shoulder.

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass before he gets up, and slides his pants up and walking out of the room. Maybe that was it? just a fling? But you are soon proven wrong when he walks back in, towel in hand. "M' gonna clean you up, mkay? And then you can sleep." it was true, you were getting tired but you two really needed to talk! "But I have so many questions.." you mumble. While his skilled fingers clean your body. "And I will answer em when you aren't about to knock yourself out." he smiles at your tired eyes and pulls you onto his chest before climbing into bed and pulling the covers over the both of you. "Love ya Kats" you mumble between yawns. And close your eyes. "Mhm." he hums, rubbing the hand shaped bruises on your waist and fondly looking at the bite marks and bright pink marks that littered your body.

He was obsessed with you.

And he proved that, by asking you to completely move in with him. And he managed to make you do so by fucking you dumb until you agreed. Because how could he let that fucking creep have the chance to see you again unless it was with you covered in hickeys and purple marks left by yours truly?

I just screamed

Eren