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yandere! patient! katsuki bakugo x therapist! non-chalant! gender neutral reader

I am in no way romanticizing the things that are written below. Please beware that is a dark, dark written piece meant for mature audiences that can handle this kind of thing. Proceed with caution.

If you’re struggling with your mental health please talk to a professional or someone you can trust.

This is a little birthday special for my special blonde boy!

content warnings: yandere themes, stalking, mild kidnapping but its kinda consensual(?), obsessive behavior, mention of disabilities, bakugo’s got hearing aids, a little angsty but its nothing horrible, cervix fucking, the reader isn’t scared of bakugo, afab reader, pet names, suki’s a little delusional, bakugo’s mean, alcohol mention, the reader’s drunk and bakugo takes advantage of them, kinda weird smut scene because not all sexy times are— well, sexy, pregnancy mention, unprotected sex, if i missed any warnings please let me know, please keep in mind that like most of my drabbles this is unedited

word count: 4.3k

Patients and their Doctors are never meant to be together. It’s not professional and it’s beyond taboo. But, why exactly?

To have someone know you in and out, all the darkness within you and still talk to you like a normal human being should be something you want, right?

Having someone accept you for all your flaws and problems is what you should want. It makes sense when you think about it that way.

Katsuki couldn’t remember where it started or how it started all he knew is that he couldn’t stop it from growing. His obsession with you, his need to love you and be around you at every moment.

…

“I don’t need fuckin’ therapy,” he growled, slamming his fist onto the table that he was sitting at. His drunken companions grunted at his words and collectively rolled their eyes.

“Look man, all I’m sayin’ is that it’s a good idea to at least try. You’ve been through some shit and it doesn’t hurt to have someone to talk about it with who isn’t a friend,” Kirishima tried to reason, sipping from his beer before he continued, “I go to therapy once a week and its been pretty helpful.”

“Yeah, dude. What do you even have to lose? Just go once and if you don’t like it then you never have to do it again,” Mina interjected, shrugging her shoulders before belching and patting her stomach in satisfaction.

His friends (he’d never call them that aloud but I digress) were right. The things he’d been through were anything but peaceful or happy but he tried not to think about those things, he didn’t want to. It was bad enough that he would get the occasional nightmare and wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, panting and clenching at his chest.

But Bakugo constantly told himself that this was normal. Everyone suffered. It was just apart of life and he didn’t have the right to bitch and complain about it. So what if he had to start wearing hearing aids because his quirk started taking a toll on his hearing? Other’s hand it worse than him. Denki suffered from memory loss on a day-to-day basis. Mina had lost her entire right leg. Sero had so many stab wound scars that he would joke and say they were like slashes that counted for every day of his life. Kirishima had a robotic hand— hell, even Deku had lost a few fingers.

That was all just physical loss but the psychological trauma was no fret either. And so, against his better judgment, he scheduled himself an appointment and now he was sitting in a small office inside of a building that looked more like a house than an office.

“Mr. Bakugo, they’re ready for you now,” the assistant behind the desk nearby finally said something to him, motioning for him to follow after her towards a door that was down the hall.

When the door to your office had opened and his eyes landed on you he was a little taken back by your casual clothing but he didn’t comment on it, his usual scowl ever so present on his face.

You were sitting behind your desk, reading over some papers when the door had suddenly opened and you looked up to meet the eyes of your newest patient. You then offered him a kind smile before opening your mouth to tell him to have a seat on the couch nearby so the session could begin.

He didn’t like you at first. He thought you were just another stupid extra that couldn’t benefit him in the least, however, he still kept scheduling appointments with you. It was hard trying to get him to open up at first but you quite patient with him and most times you both spent the time talking to each other like old pals, talking about your current lives and soon enough Katsuki slowly began to open up to you in his own way.

“Got any plans for today, Katsuki?” You asked him when the your appointment together had begun, sitting in the comfy recliner you had that was a few feet away from the couch where Bakugo was currently sprawled out, staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed over his chest.

A grunt came out as a reply, acknowledging your question before he thought of what he wanted to say. “…Not much. Evening patrolling. Get drinks after work with the idiots,” he commented, rubbing at his chin that was sporting a bit of stubble, “…You?”

“Just gonna have some take-out, watch a movie or two,” you hummed, shrugging your shoulders afterwards, “So, what shall we talk about today?”

“You wanna come with me tonight? Meet some of my friends?” He suddenly asks, sitting up so he can look at you properly.

Raising an eyebrow at his question, you chuckle and then sigh, “Sorry, Katsuki. As much as I’d to, both of us know that you and I can’t meet outside of the office on purpose as long as we’re therapist and client.”

Ah…. that’s right. You weren’t his friend, you were just his therapist. Right, right, right. He finds himself clenching and unclenching his fists at the thought, using one of the techniques that you’d taught him to calm his bubbling anger.

He counted to ten and thought of something that made him happy— which was coincidentally your lazy smile that plagued his mind at almost every waking moment.

By the end of his appointment he soon had a new goal in mind. To take you as his own. He’d gotten better in the past few months, he was sure of it. He’d felt the best he’d ever felt in nearly all of his life and that was thanks to you. He was grateful to you and your patience and what was the best way to award you? Show you just how much you meant to him. Now, he just needed to plan the perfect way to do this. There were so many things he needed to do before setting anything in motion.

Everything had to be perfect for you. Nothing could be out of place.

You were completely unaware of the needy sheep that wore wolf’s clothing, otherwise known as Katsuki Bakugo. He was just one of your clients and who also happened to be the number two hero. Yeah he was a big deal and he had even bigger problems but you were used to all sorts of clients so it was no skin off your back.

It was unfortunate that friendships between current therapist and clients was frowned upon and there was a chance that you could lose your license if you’d pursued anything further with him but that was just how it is. Unless, of course, he decided to drop you as a therapist and find someone else.

It was a thought you’d had but you never expected it to actually happen. He didn’t even call you and tell you that he’d found someone else to be his therapist, it saddened you when you had found out through word of mouth from your assistant. But what could you do? Just move on with your life.

Everything was going according to plan, though, it was a little difficult not being able to see you or hear your voice for the week but that would soon change for the better. Katsuki was going to have you whether you liked it or not, it wasn’t an option anymore.

A week had passed since you’d last saw Bakugo and life just went on as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing new. It was a little boring here and there but again, what could you do? Ah, that’s right! Go out for a little fun night with your own friends at the karaoke bar to let loose and be free.

As you were drunk off your ass trying to have a good time, a few of your girlfriends decided to poke fun at you for being single the longest. It wasn’t your fault that you couldn’t just- turn off your therapist brain when you went on dates. You ended up psychoanalyzing your dates and soon enough you’ve got your date crying and telling you about their hate towards one of their parents and their struggle to find love. Most nights you ended up with a crying person on your shoulder and then they’d thank you for letting them get things off your chest and never call you again.

Woah is you, woah is you.

Soon enough, you’re stumbling out of the bar, waving goodbye to your friends before giving them hugs. Wow, such great friends. They really left you to fend for yourself while being heavily intoxicated, hopefully nothing horrible happens!

From afar, watching as you stumble and struggle to stay on your feet, Bakugo is in the shadows in a nearby alley, waiting for his time to strike. The universe seemed to be on his side considering how you were basically presented to him on a silver platter and being the hero he was it was his duty to sweep you off your feet and keep you safe after all. Plus, he could use his patrolling as a cover up for why he was out here so late at night and just so happened to be in this area. Time to put his acting to use.

He allowed you to walk a little more before he stepped from where he was and began following behind you, picking up his pace.

You were oblivious to the stalking shadow behind you until he made himself known. “Y/N…? What are you doing out here? Are you alright?”

The familiar voice made you spin around as fast as you could which caused you to spin right off your feet and into the arms of your former patient. He’d caught you with ease and held you protectively against his chest, looking down at your drunken state with a small and amused smile.

“Katsuki! Dynamight! Hi! It’s been a while, yeah? Where have you been? It’s been so long! Has it been years already?” You rambled, leaning into the warmth of his chest, nuzzling into him unconsciously, “Are you patrolling? That’s so cool!”

Chuckling at your childish state, he continued to hold you to him and then decided to answer you one question at a time, “It’s only been a week. Didn’t know you missed me that much, and yeah, but looks like I’m gonna have to take you somewhere safe.”

“Safe? Safe? Oh yes, a safe place is good. Very very good, you’re such a good boy,” you cooed, lightly patting his back while nuzzling into his chest, “Katsuki’s a very very good boy.”

The hero’s face lit up, his cheeks burning at the praise and compliments that almost make him purr. Someone’s got a praise kink.

He then quickly cleared his throat before scooping you up into his arms bridal style, deciding to take you to his apartment. You dramatically gasp but fall limp in his arms, trying your best to stay awake as you feel him carry you along, “Gosh, you’re so warm. Feels like I’m laying in a bowl of ramen.” “…Eh? What the hell does that even mean?” “I dunno, you’re just warm.”

After a bit of walking and the sound of you mumbling random things to stay awake, the two of you had ended back up at his place. Once he slid into his penthouse suite, he kicked his shoes off at the door and carried you to the living room couch to set you down gently. “Er, I’m gonna change and then I’ll bring you something to change into, alright?”

Spreading out on the couch you grabbed onto a pillow and nuzzled into it, closing your eyes as you got comfortable.

Not hearing an answer he shrugged his shoulders and went to his bedroom to do just as he’d said, changing into some sweats and a tank top.

He then grabbed one of his t-shirts and another pair of sweats before going back to where you are, confused by your sudden absence from his couch. He opened his mouth to call out for you until he noticed that you’d wandered over to his kitchen, gulping down a glass of water like you’d been dehydrated.

“There you are. Gotcha some clothes,” he announced while entering the kitchen, holding the two articles of clothing up so you could see them. You lazily glanced at the clothing after finishing off the glass of water, setting it down on a nearby counter before going to snatch the clothes from him. You then grumble at him, “Oh so, now you care? You didn’t care when you stopped coming to see me and didn’t even give me a heads up!”

Being drunk really did betray your control on your emotions and you didn’t even know that you’d been hiding your anger. You stomped away from him to go and find somewhere to change but then realized you had no idea where anything was.

Shamelessly, you stomped back to the kitchen to meet his amused face and grumbled to him, “Where’s your bathroom?”

Leaning in, he cupped his ear as he pretended not to hear you, “What was that?”

“Y’know what? Fuck you,” you suddenly said and then began stripping right there in the middle of his kitchen, throwing your discarded clothes at his face before putting on the fresh set that was quite comfortable and smelled nice.

“I thought you said patients and their doctors can’t have out of office relationships,” he spat back rather snidely, taking your shirt from his face to look at you in his clothes. His mind took a few screenshots and then he grabbed your pants from the floor, tossing them over his forearm like a parents gathering things thrown by a small child.

“Well we’re not patient and doctor anymore, are we?” You growled back at him, squinting and pointing a judgmental finger at him.

This earns a surprised pikachu face from him and he slowly grins, pleased with the way things seemed to be going. Maybe he didn’t even have to kidnap you-— maybe.

“So… then that means you’d be open to getting fucked by me? That’s pretty naughty, doll,” he chuckled, leaning against the nearest wall while crossing his arms, “Didn’t know you thought of me that way, I’m flattered.”

You shrug, “I mean, why not? You’re an attractive man and you’re kinda funny. Fucking you doesn’t sound so bad. I bet you’ve got a pretty looking cock too, Mister Dynamight.”

Wow. Weren’t you a bold drunk.

“Wanna find out?”

“Are you offering?”

“Pfft. Cute.”

…

“Jesus CHRIST, you stick that motherfucker into people? That cannot be. How have you not murdered anyone yet? That’s literally a lethal weapon. Be honest with me, Katsuki… have you killed anyone with your penis?”

A short laugh comes from the man in question, rolling his eyes at your dramatic words. How strange, here he was, sitting on the edge of his bed exposing his appendage to his ex-therapist who looked at it in awe and a tinge of fear.

“Nah. I’m pretty sure that’s impossible,” he mumbled, shaking his head at you. His breath then hitched when you had curiously reached forward to poke at the flaccid length, watching it twitch in response.

He groaned at you and pushed your hand away, “Watch where you’re touchin’ otherwise you’re gonna start something you can’t finish.”

Scoffing at his choice in words, you squint at him and then rest a hand on one of your hips, “Who says I can’t finish what I start? I’ll have you know that I can be a very hard-worker when I want to be.”

Rolling his eyes, he grabs your wrist and yanks you down into his lap, having you land right on his crotch, “You talk too damn much, dumbass.”

“Katsuki! What did I tell you about calling people dumbasse- mmph!” Silenced by a firm kiss, you were frozen in shock for all of five seconds before leaning into the kiss, deepening it with hungered groan.

Liquid courage makes people do stupid things and this just so happened to be one of the dumbest things you could have done. What kind of professional makes out with an ex-patient? Apparently you but goddamn this man was a good kisser.

You shift around in his lap to straddle his hips while wrapping your arms around his neck, your mouths beginning to tangle up in a lustful dance. Bakugo could still taste the liquor on your breath but didn’t seem to mind, moving his hands to your ass to knead at the clothed flesh with those huge hands of his.

The kiss leaves you breathless and wanting more, moving your hands to lightly scratch at the back of his neck before tugging on the hairs right above the nape. Pulling away from the kiss with half-lidded eyes you stare into Bakugo’s eyes before demanding, “More. Give me more.”

The sudden demand had caught him off guard but who was he to ignore your begging, it only fed further into the illusion that you loved him too. With one swift movement you’re dropped onto the bed on your back with the muscled blonde leaning over you, burying his face into the crook of your neck to bite and suck on the skin with intent to mark you as his.

In the midst of your kiss, he’d tugged his pants up which may have been a mistake considering how uncomfortably tight they were beginning to feel as they confined his throbbing member that had began to stir within it fabric prison.

As he’d continued to decorate your neck in light bruises, one of your hands had began to drag up and down his arm, egging him on further. He had wanted to take his time with you considering it was your first time together but you were growing impatient and just wanted to be impaled already.

Perhaps it was the alcohol fueled horninness and the need to get laid after such a long dry spell that made you want him to hurry along and sink himself in you already. The hero had hesitated at first but then fed into your brattish demands, knowing damn well that he was feeling just as impatient as you were.

This led to the discarding of clothes as fast as lightning, leaving the both of your bare and exposed to one another. He pushed himself between your legs and rested there while going in for another kiss, your legs draped loosely around his waist, the shaft of his length rubbing up against your folds oh so painfully slow.

You moaned against his lips and pushed back against his rubbing, urging him to go a bit faster so you could feel more friction. Obliging to your every beck and whim he begins to rut his hips a bit faster, feeling the ever growing wetness coat his cock.

Eventually, the feverish kisses and the humping had made him restless and wanting. “You ready for my cock, dirty whore?“ He suddenly mumbles after removing his mouth from yours, a bridge of saliva still connecting your mouths, “Tell me what you want.”

“You you you,” you sung out, back arching off the bed as his tip brushed right over your clit, “Please, just give it to me already! Fuck.”

Your begging hadn’t fallen on deaf ears, oh no he heard you loud and clearly. Pretty much soaked at this point, Katsuki lined himself up with your entry and pressed the tip in, groaning as it slid in with surprising ease. However, you were still too tight for him to fully sink into you.

The burn you felt was a little unpleasant but it soon went away when Katsuki started distracting you by rubbing his thumb over your clit, watching as you squirmed and twisted around the tip of his cock.

“‘s too tight. You needa relax for me, doll. Can you do that?” He asked in a surprisingly nice manner. You’d half-heartedly expected to just ram it into you and destroy your insides but you were surprised by his consideration.

Maybe he really was a sweetheart deep down.

Oh how wrong you were. As soon as he had felt your walls fluttering around him and urging him to go in further that’s exactly what he did. He grabbed your wrists and pulled you down, slamming you down onto the entirety of his length until his tip kissed your cervix, causing you to go blind for a split second just from the sheer power behind his thrust.

“Shit!” You cursed, shuddering as you were filled to the brim with his cock, unable to have a single thought as you could only think about him and his monstrous cock that was currently occupying your insides.

“You’re my perfect little cock sleeve, aren’t cha?” He asked, pulling his hips back before snapping them forward and back into you, kissing your cervix once again. An animalistic groan escapes his lips and he begins to fuck into you slow and brutally, the headboard slamming into the wall with each powerful thrust. “Fuck you’re takin’ me so well. ‘s like you were made for me and only me.”

You had no idea that this was further aiding in his delusions but you didn’t really care, you just wanted more.

“Greedy bitch, you tryna milk me dry already? Alright, I’ll help you,” he comments with a shit eating grin on his face.

He then uses the grip on your wrists to hold you in place and his nearly unlimited stamina to fuck into you with his curved cock that deliciously impales you with such speed and intensity that you can’t even stop the sudden orgasm that rips over your body.

And then another one, and another one, and another one. Was DJ Khaled in Katsuki’s bedroom right now? Who cares. Neither of you do apparently.

Katsuki is absolutely ecstatic, having you cream on his cock so many times was continuously riling him up and he was nearing his own end. And the way your gummy walls are sucking on his cock he knows he’s about to fill you up to the brim.

“‘m gonna fuck so many kids into you,” he mumbled, still thrusting into you while he taps his finger on your clit, “God I’m losing my fucking mind.”

Maybe he’s a little pussy drunk and delirious but that doesn’t matter. He’s suddenly pushing as deeply as he can into you, putting his hands onto your hips to get you as flush against each other as possible so he can empty his seed into you as deeply as possible, hoping that it’ll catch. He doesn’t believe in God but he prays that he can get you pregnant.

Pussy drunk Katsuki should be his new nickname.

The two of you stay like that for a little while before Katsuki goes for another round with you, though, you were a bit of a pillow princess at this point considering you couldn’t really do anything aside from whine, moan, and cum. A living sex doll if you may. But, with each round, the more sober you became which was a blessing and a curse.

Eventually, you fell asleep and Katsuki soon fell right behind you, rolling the both of you over so that you were cockwarming him as you laid on top of his chest, sleeping soundly.

He was already thinking about making breakfast for you and what kind of wedding vows he’d say on your special day.

…

You can only imagine his surprise when he’s met with loneliness. You were no where to be found and there was no trace left of you aside from the clothes you had left yesterday. If he didn’t know any better he would have thought he had just have a rather vivid hallucination and none of what happened yesterday was actually real but— he knew better.

Sitting up in his bed, he ran a hand through his hair and then swung his legs over the side of the mattress to stand up. He then began walking around the suite, calling your name, in hopes that you were in the bathroom or something. All he was met with was silence which pissed him off.

He finds himself stomping over to his phone to call you, dialing your phone number as soon as he got his hands on the little device.

“Hello?“ You answer, knowing he was the one who had called you.

“Where the hell are you? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE?” He sneered, gripping the phone as he awaited an answer.

“First off, don’t yell at me. And second off, I’m at my place, I’ve got work today and I’m pretty sure you do too. So, what’s the problem?” You ask, putting your phone on speaker to set it down on top of your dresser to continue getting dressed.

“Tch, you didn’t even say goodbye, asshole. Didn’t even leave a note or a text,” he explained, his jaw clenching.

“Feels like shit, doesn’t it?”

Katsuki pauses for a moment, finally understanding what you had done. He then chuckled as the realization came, making him nearly coo at your frustration.

“D’aw baby. You’re still mad about that?~ I’ll make it up to you later, how ‘bout I take you out for lunch or somethin’? My treat.”

Free food? Fuck yeah.

Little did you know, you had just signed away your rights to ever being do things on your own again. But, he would let you still think you had your independence, that’s how he’d keep you under wraps. You were so cute when you acted all strong and independent. Just wait ‘til he gets you to move in with him.

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 🧍🏾‍♀️

I’ve literally been going through a fae obsession and you…I’m not going to lie you helped a lot 🥴🥴🥴

THRONE (FAE KING BAKUGOU X READER)

18+, MINORS DNI, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+.

Warnings: breeding, baby fever bakugou?, non con (kinda)- dubcon, exhibitionism, unprotected seggs (don't let the pole near the hole of its not wrapped kiddos)

Fae king bakugou who hasn't had a woman in so long, not finding any of those fae ladies who throw themselves at him at all appealing.

You a silly human who just so happened to step through the barrier to the fae world and is immediately caught by the King's guards and taken to the Palace.

'Sir we found this one wandering at the border'

'Thank you general kirishima, leave the human with me, I will deal with them accordingly'

He just loved the look of you, your soft h/c hair and e/c eyes, the curve of your hips and the way your stomach slightly bulged over your pants. Ahh yes, you were perfect to carry his heir, after all he was getting older fae don't live forever he would need a child to take over one they come of age and a pretty little queen to keep giving him kids.

Before you can even get a word out and apologising for accidentally crossing the magical border between your worlds, you're over his throne, ass up with him balls deep in your pussy.

'Fuck baby so tight' he groans as he snaps his hips into yours at a brutal pace, his balls smacking your clit everytime he thrusts.

'F-ffuckkkkkk' you cry whilst being split open on his cock, so cockdrunk that you forget just how you ended up in this situation in the first place.

All of a sudden he speeds up, he grabs your hair and brings you up so your back is flush with his chest.

"Gonna make such a pretty wife... gimme lots of babies huh? You want that? Wan me to breed this pussy so hard that all you ever think about is me fucking my kids into you yeah?" He licks the sweat that's collected on your neck and pants into your ear like a dog.

You whine in response to his question and thrust your hips back in attempt to keep up with his ungodly pace.

"Need words baby, tell me what you want" his hand circles your neck as you tip back your head nearing closer to your end.

"Fuck baku- bakugou, wan your babies please, wan em so much plea-" a particularly hard thrust has you Cummings around him with a cry, his pace not slowing now only with his end in mind.

"Please what? Tell me what you want baby" you turn your head as you feel his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Cum inside me... please bakugou. Cum for me" you meet his lips in a searing kiss as he finally let's go and floods your womb with his cum.

He picks you up, still connected and moved back to sit on his throne with you still naked on his lap. Your mixed release dripping from your folds and onto his throne, that you look at in amazement.

"You like it?" He questions gesturing to the throne, "ill have you one made, we can put it right next to mine"

"What?" You look at him puzzled and shuffle to get more comfortable as he sits inside of you. "Why would you do that?"

"Well my queen's going to need her own throne... and when our children are old enough we can have more made to line the Isle with" he grins slightly at the thought of it.

"Children )!?!?! Queen!?" You look back shocked as he smiles at you, his eyes shinning.

"Oh yes, our children will be beautiful" he gently grabs your chin and brings you in for a kiss. "And what a wonderful queen you'll be".

Kirishima watching them fuck thru the crack in the door fitting his cock... bakugou ofc knows he's there, it's always more fun with an audience.

CALLING ALL ARTISTS SOMEONE PLS DRAW ME A FAE KING BAKUGOU 😩💳💥💳💥💳💥💳

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!” 

I’m vibrating I should of been became a Jaeger simp 🥴

dirty.

━━━━━━━━ eren yeager.

. . . headcannon format, fem!reader, throat fucking, oral (f received), switch eren, praise kink, rough play (yanking, spanking, choking, etc), dacryphilia, cum eating, facial, dumbification, unedited.

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mechanic!eren who shows up at your door with his lips upturned in a smile as he sees you, wearing this cute strawberry apron over your vintage white dress, your home smelling like a bakery. you look like a disney princess, smooth brown sugar skin and voluptuous curves. when you lock eyes with him, you can’t help but stutter when talking, nervously looking him up and down. he introduced himself as eren, chestnut dark hair long but messily thrown up into half a bun. he’s dressed in only a white tank, stained with patches of dirt. black jeans with boots and his heavy pouch on this side of his toned waist packed with tools.

mechanic!eren who follows you towards the issue after an embarrassing few seconds of checking him out, although the man clearly didn’t mind, smirking as he walked behind you, heavy feet thumping on the ground it gave you goosebumps, his eyes watching your hips sway as he chews his mint gum. you point to the sink that suddenly decided it didn’t want to work today, clogging for some unknown reason. when he brushes past you, you inhale his scent, a musky undertone mixed with his day cologne. he crouches down, your eyes catching his muscles tense as he pulled the cabinet open to check the pipes, nodding along to every soft word spoken from you. he tries to focus on his job, but he can’t help but constantly look your way, too adorned by you.

mechanic!eren who hears you excuse yourself, emerald irises twinkling as you skip away after hearing your phone ring, the heat on your neck rising to your face, flustered by his looks. he was a very pretty man. scratch that, sexy ass man. something about seeing him half dressed and coated with dirt had your inner thighs soaking. you get a call from a friend who’s supposed to be coming over for cake and mimosas, but cancels on you after having something come up. you’re saddened by it, biting your lip in thought after hanging up. maybe i should give eren some? you pout your thick lips, humming to yourself before looking into the mirror, seeing your attire and already sick of it. you decide to change, stripping from your cute sundress to a tank that matches eren’s, taking off your bra. slipping into a dark green leaf-printed skirt you randomly found on shein. it touches just above your ankles.

mechanic!eren who tries not to choke when he sees you come out, your hair wild in curls, the tank sitting just under your tits where your hardened nipples peak. belly piercing gleaming under the sun that hit into your pristine homey kitchen. your feet bare now, white toes bent as you jut out your hip. he clears his throat, staring blankly at the pipe in front of him before finishing his job. he’s on his back now, head under the sink and your eyes fixate on the way his arm bulk, the ball in his throat bobbing and his tongue between his teeth with focus.

mechanic!eren who stalks the movement of your legs as you make your way to the oven right beside him, putting on your oven mitts, removing the sweet scented cake. eren traces the curve of your back and your ass when you bent to pull it out, rolling his eyes at himself for being too much of a man. but to be honest, you’re no better than a man, unable to keep your sight off him. he’s pulling his head from under when you offer him a mimosa, to which he obviously accepts, standing tall, height overpowering yours. he takes the glass from your hand after watching you mix it, making small conversation.

“what kinda cake you bakin’?” his soft pink lips cover the glass, your thighs pressing tighter together as you listen to the audible gulp.

“chocolate on chocolate,” you kiss your teeth with a grin.

“i like chocolate,” eren hums, looking you up and down.

“mhm, i bet,” you bite back your giggle. his eyes are slanted, darker now, not as bright as they were when you first saw him. his hands are big, gripping the edge of your kitchen island, veins running up his arms. “you want some?”

“what we referring to?” he tongues his cheek, wiping his hands on his shirt.

“the cake,” you shake your head at him. you knew he was thinking the same thing as you. “why, you had something else in mind?”

“i don’t know, you tell me.”

mechanic!eren who smirks as you come towards him, biting your plump lips as you gawk at his torso, lifting his shirt to see his toned abs, fingers dancing around them until you’re tugging him forward by his belt, eren’s ginormous hands clutching either side of your face to kiss you hard with burning lust. he’s brick hard in his jeans, and when you rub yourself up against him, you can feel it. you keep your glare on him, moving your lips wetly with his, moaning when his tongue slithers over your own. he drops his hands to your ass, spanking you hard to pull you in closer, whimpering from his hot touch. he’s squeezing your ass now, fondling with the jiggly flesh, your body fucking godly.

mechanic!eren who forces you to your knees with his dark brows knitted, pulling his thick cock out for you to play with, swaying your ass side to side with anticipation, eren calling you a greedy little slut until he tells you to open your mouth, and you do, eren bending forward to spit into your mouth, telling you to hold it with your tongue out. then he’s sliding his dick into your mouth, hissing from the warmth and grasping your hair in his fists, rolling his hips to fuck your mouth. you keep your eyes open like a good girl, bobbing your head along to match his rhythm, his pretty hair falling in his greek god face.

mechanic!eren who likes the way you gag on it, taking him well and letting him fuck your throat as he pleases. your nails dig into his clothed thigh, spit dribbling down your chin, so enamored by the way his jaw slacks and he moans softly. he’s picking you up under your arms not a minute after, your legs wrapping around his waist as he asks where the living room is, pointing to the direction as you lick at his ear and suck on his neck, tasting so good it has you grinding on him as you keen. his hands are on your ass under your skirt as he walks towards the dark gray sectional, sitting on the floor in front of it and hiking your skirt all the way up, your knees on the couch as your hands grip the headrest, hovering above his face. his breath hits your skin and immediately has you squirming, eren pulling aside the black lace your pussy swallows up. he coo’d at the picture, your lips drenched with your cum, so fucking delectable he nearly bites you when he latches his mouth around you.

mechanic!eren who gulps down your juices, lapping his tongue at your bud, chin moving and eating your pussy like it’s desert. you moan a little too loudly, in shock by how well he delved his tongue in, sucking on your clit and massaging his tongue between your folds. he’s mesmerized by you, your whimpers and whines filling the room as you ride his face, brushing your hand up your chest to squeeze at your tits, eren following behind, resting his hand over yours and adding more pressure. your thighs shake, scooting back on his face uncontrollably. soft mewls pour from you as he lifts you off, standing up to detach his tool belt.

mechanic!eren who takes a seat and pulls your ankle to sit beside his waist while your other knee stays on the couch, pulling at his hair as you kiss him again, tasting yourself, eren holding his dick still as you rotate your hips and fuck only the tip, sliding down inch by inch. damn, you’re tight as shit, he’ll groan, easing you down lower until your hips connect, eren spanking your ass hard a good six times just to hear you scream. i’m so f-full, you stick your tongue out, panting as your eyes cross, eren’s dick twitching inside you, chuckling briefly as you squeak from the feeling. you’re like a cute little sub, half fucked out as you greedily move your ass back, jumping after he strictly tells you to ride that fuckin’ dick, baby. keep it goin’ till you cum. make yourself feel good.

mechanic!eren who’s moaning loud, if not louder than you, lips parted and brows knitted as you jump on his dick like you’re trying to milk him for all he’s got. he sees you struggling after a while, your legs cramping from the position and falling flaccid to his chest rumbling against yours. you sound like you’re purring, eren kneading at your ass to lift and fuck his cock up into you, sliding somewhat down the sofa, your acrylics in his scalp as you scream into his neck. pretty lips spewing out symphonies of ‘mm, right there. think m’gonna cum. your in my tummy.’ and he loves it, loves every damn thing that comes from you. you’re obscenely coating his cock, sucking him in, your grip never loosening. it’s like you become tighter each time his dick brutally bully’s his way into your gushy pussy. when you cum, you scratch at his back, riding him and mouthing at his skin drunkenly.

mechanic!eren who grunts and asks you where you want him to cum, getting up to lay on your back, eren frantically tugging at his cock with his rough hands, caressing the side of your face and shooting his load over it, painting you like artwork. fuck is his favorite word as he continues to pump himself, your lips enclosing around the tip after licking his cum off your lips. his head is thrown back, hand on your throat as he shoved his dick back in, thrusting a few times before pulling out and kissing your lips as a thank you.

thank you to his new dirty girl.

visual. visual.

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I think this drawing just saved my life

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