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Lucky | Hitoshi Shinso x f!Reader

A/N: My first request done! I was super nervous to take requests and write for them, but I had a lot of fun with this prompt and think it turned out pretty good! Thank you to the wonderful user that requested it! Also, thank you so much for 100 followers! <3

Request: Hii! How are you? This is my first ever request on Tumblr lol (quite nervous ahaha), can I request a cute fluffy domestic Shinsou one-shot with a cute fat baby waking his wife up for a quick errand like shopping and going on a picnic near the beach please?

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x f!Reader

Word Count: 2776

Summary: Life with your husband and your son is full of mundane errands and heartfelt surprises. You don’t know how you got so lucky.

The first thing you noticed as you began to wake was the warm sunlight filtering through the window in your bedroom. The gentle rays hitting your face, warming your skin as you began to move and strength your body after a long night of restless sleep. The next thing you noticed were the tiny hands of the culprit who was responsible for your lack of a peaceful night’s sleep.

Opening your eyes, you came face to face with your son, his round belly laying on yours as his chunky arms reached upwards to play with anything he saw on your face. Nose, eyelashes, lips; if he could touch it, then he would grab it.

You couldn’t help but smile. Even though caring for a baby was probably the hardest job you had ever had, your son made all the hard work worth it. Your hands lifted out from under the warm covers to gently run your fingers through his soft, purple hair. He took after his dad in that way. His bright purple locks curled in all directions, making him look as if he had bed head 24/7. No amount of brushing or styling could tame his waves, just like his father.

You were so focused on your son that you almost missed Shinso standing in the corner of the room, baggy shirt and grey sweatpants on, his hair almost identical to small human resting on your chest. His eyes were tired; he had been up all night with you, helping feed, change, and soothe your child back to sleep after the many times that his cries had woken the two of you up. As exhausting as it was, having your husband by your side made everything more bearable.

Shinso leaned against the wall by the window, his sleepy gaze watching his wife and child. He didn’t know how he got so lucky. Years ago, he couldn’t believe he was marrying the most beautiful and kind woman he had ever met. Now, as he watched you give his son soft kisses all around his chubby cheeks, eliciting a chorus of happy baby giggles, he couldn’t believe that the two of you had created such a perfect family.

Every day, Shinso was reminded of how lucky he is, and everyday he tries to show his wife how much he appreciates her. But today, he had something special in mind. Walking over to stand by the bed, he leaned down to give you a kiss, his lips lingering on yours, wanting to put all his love and admiration for you into it. You watched as he pulled away and scooped your son in his arms, holding him against his chest.

“So, I’ve planned out our day,” Shinso stated, rocking back and forth ever so slightly to soothe your child. You had to remind yourself to pay attention to what he was saying once you heard his gravely morning voice. It was like your kryptonite. “We should go make breakfast, and then go get our grocery shopping done while the weather is nice. I think it’s supposed to rain for the next few days.”

You grimaced, already dreading the grey skies and chilly wind that always seemed to accompany the rain this time of year. Your husband knew how you handled rainy days – curled up underneath warm blankets, reading a book or watching a movie, and adamantly protesting any reason for leaving the house – so getting errands down before that point was probably a smart idea.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” you spoke your thoughts out loud, tossing the covers off your body and standing up to stretch your body out once again, your arms reaching high above your head. Your husband looked on with an amused expression, finding it funny but cute that your routine was same every morning.

“Let me just get changed.” You began heading for your closet, already eyeing a comfy pair of sweatpants and one of Shinso’s hoodies that you stole when the two of you started dating. “Wait, we’re just going grocery shopping, right? I don’t need to look cute,” you questioned, wanting confirmation that you could get away with a comfy but slightly disheveled look today.

Your husband walked over to you, a now sleepy baby still pressed to his chest, before grabbing the back of you head to bring your forehead to his lips, confidently stating that “you always look cute.” You were about to remind him of your question when he gave you a small smile and approved your outfit for the day. Shinso knew you would eventually need to dress up later in the day, but there was no need to tell you about that now, wanting you to be comfortable while shopping.

After changing from your bed clothes into your comfy clothes – that could also double as bed clothes –you made your way into the kitchen. You found your husband toasting some bread while he held the baby with his other arm, tiny fat fingers clasped around the bottle that he was currently sucking on. While the scene before you was so cute you swore you could feel your heart squeeze in your chest, you still rushed to help Shinso, not wanting him to be overwhelmed with tasks when you could lend a hand.

Breakfast went how it usually did; your son trying tiny bites of the food that Shinso had prepared for the two of you, a hot cup of tea warming your hands while a mug of coffee did it’s best to make Shinso look like he wasn’t always tired. It never seemed to work, but you didn’t mind. Your husbands dark under eyes were one of your favorite things about his appearance, only second to his unruly hair.

By the time you and Shinso had your son strapped into his car seat and the diaper bag had been triple checked to ensure you had everything you needed, you were finally starting to feel awake and ready to take on the day. The drive to the grocery was quick, only about 10 minutes from your family’s home. The car ride was spent going over the grocery list, making last minute changes and adding in anything that came to mind.

You peeked behind your seat, checking on your son to see him happily chewing on a teething toy. You smiled, trying to soak in these small moments while he was young, knowing you’ll grow to miss them once he’s older. Your gaze moved to your husband, one hand on the wheel while the other was resting gently on your thigh. How did you get so lucky? Your heart swelled with the love that you felt for your boys, trying to take a mental snapshot of this moment so you would never forget this feeling.

The feeling persisted once you had parked at the grocery store as you watched Shinso unbuckle the car seat from the backseat and load it up into a shopping cart, making silly faces towards your son to keep him happy and giggling. One thing you both had learned as first time parents is that shopping became a battle; get in and out quickly and do everything you can to distract baby from having a meltdown in the store.

You didn’t want to brag, but you and Shinso were a pretty great team when it came to keeping your son happy and distracted; one parent focuses on the shopping while the other plays with and talks to the baby. On and off you would switch, making your shopping trip as painless as possible.

And so, this trip panned out just like the rest. You picked out all the essential baby things: diapers, foods, formula, toys, and medicine while Shinso focused on getting the food for the two of you since you hated to cook and he just happened to be great in the kitchen. Everything was paid for and bagged with no major meltdowns, causing you and Shinso to high-five each other as you walked out of the store.

Just as the last bags were being loaded into the car and your son had been buckled in, your husband turned to you with a loud sigh. “I forgot to pick up a few things,” he realized, grimacing a bit.

“Oh, is it stuff that we really need? Or can we just come back another time?” you questioned.

“It’s for dinner tonight, so we need it,” Shinso relented, “but I’ll just run in. Just wait in the car for me.” With a quick kiss to your head and a small smile, he jogged back into the store, leaving you to patiently await his return.

It was only about ten minutes before you spotted the unmistakable purple hair of your husband as he walked towards the car, his hands full of bags. Your eyes widened as you gave him a surprised look once he had seated himself behind the wheel.

“I thought you said it was just a couple things,” you laughed, curious as to what all he could have forgotten.

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled your way, grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss to your palm as he began backing out of the parking space to drive home.

You sighed as you carried your son into the house along with a few bags, dreading the ‘putting everything away’ stage of grocery shopping. Just as you were about to set your son down in one of his bouncers so you could help put things away, Shinso began shooing you towards the hallway.

“I can put stuff away, baby. Go put him down for a nap and then get a bath,” he commanded. You opened your mouth to argue, not wanting him to do everything by himself, but he quickly gave you a scolding look, stopping you before you could get a word out. “I mean it.”

“Okay, bossy pants,” you mumbled under your breath, giggling at his serious tone before starting down the hallway to put your son down for a nap.

“And take your time in the bath!” Shinso called as you turned the corner into the baby room. “I wanna see bubbles or a bath bomb in there if I look.” You laughed loudly, shouting your agreement back to him. Putting you son down was easy; he was incredibly tired from the car ride and shopping trip, probably also annoyed by the constant distractions that you and Shinso bombarded him with the whole time. It only took half a bottle and 5 minutes of rocking until he was asleep. You took a moment to admire his fat cheeks and tiny eyelashes, barely stopping yourself from reaching out to squish his adorable face, before made your way to the bathroom to start your bath.

As you waited for the tub to fill and at Shinso’s request, you picked out a bath bomb and grabbed the book you were currently reading from the bedside table in your room. When you finally dipped a toe into the now full bath, you almost moaned at how wonderful the hot water felt. You lowered your body into it, dropped your bath bomb in, and opened your book.

It was probably about 15 minutes into your relaxing bath when Shinso popped his head into the bathroom to check on you. At the sight of the colorful water and your book, he smiled, happy you listened to him and took the time to treat yourself.

“You look cozy,” he spoke softly, his voice low and gentle. You returned his smile, wiggly your toes under the water.

“I’m very cozy,” you replied, setting aside your book to lean your head back and close your eyes, “this was a wonderful idea, thank you.” With a soft smile and his adoring gaze falling over your body, he backed into the hallway, letting you know he would be in the kitchen when you were done.

It wasn’t long after he left that you lifted your pruning body out of the bath, drying off and making your way to your bedroom to get into some clean clothes. You met Shinso in the kitchen a couple minutes later, your wet hair pulled up off your neck while it dried. Just as you were stepping into the kitchen, you stopped.

On the table in front of you was a large picnic basket along with a bouquet of flowers, Shinso standing behind the table, looking almost shy. Your heart squeezed in your chest. Your gazed swept over the items in front of you before raising to meet Shinso’s purple eyes. A large grin bloomed on your face just before you rushed to throw your body into your husbands, tightly wrapping your arms around his neck.

His deep rumbling laugh just caused your smile to widen, trying to pull him tighter against your body even though it didn’t seem possible. You pulled back, your arms still wrapped around Shinso’s neck.

“What is all this?” you questioned, your eyes taking in your husband’s handsome face. Just as Shinso opened his mouth to reply, you gasped. “Wait, is this all from the groceries you ‘forgot’?” you asked, your voice laden with disbelief as your husband just laughed.

“Yeah, I wanted to show you how much I love you.” Shinso’s lips pressed to your forehead as his hands came to cradle your face, tilting your chin up so that he could give you a soft kiss. “Go put on something nice, we’re going somewhere fun.” Casting him a suspicious glance, you turned and made your way to the bedroom once again to change.

After deciding on an outfit that you felt pretty in, you quickly dried your hair and meet Shinso in the kitchen. You were met with your husband strapping your son into his carrier, a diaper bag already packed and waiting at his feet. Shinso turned to look at you as you walked in, and his heated and loving gaze filled you with butterflies. It didn’t matter how long you had been married; you would always become nervous and flushed under his stare.

“Where are we going?” you asked, trying to fight the blush that crept up your neck and chest.

“That is for me to know and you to find out.” His mischievous smile only helped your blush spread across your skin, the butterflies in your stomach alive with excitement.

The drive to the mystery destination was short, which was fortunate for you because if it had been any longer, you’re sure that Shinso would have lost his mind from your constant questions about the day’s future plans. It wasn’t long before you caught sight of the endless ocean. You turned to Shinso with a wide grin, barely able to contain your excitement. The beach was one of your favorite places to go with Shinso before you had your son. Unfortunately, parenthood took up a lot of time; time that no longer included relaxing days at the beach – at least not until your son was a bit older.

You rushed to help Shinso unpack the car and get your son out of his car seat, wanting to get closer to the water as fast as possible. Shinso handled the picnic basket while you carried your son down to the water. The sound of the waves crashing instantly brought about a sense of calm that you hadn’t felt since you had become a mother.

You stood with your son on your hip as your husband laid out a blanket over the sand and began unloading the food from the picnic basket. As you sat on the blanket with your husband and son, tears began to flood your eyes. You couldn’t believe that this was your life. You had the most amazing husband, and the cutest baby – although you were probably biased. You felt so lucky to be sitting here with your family, sharing food, feeling the sand between your toes, and breathing in the ocean air.

“Hey,” your head turned towards you husband, a worried look on his face, “why are you crying, baby?” You let out a breathy laugh as you shook your head and grabbed his hand.

“I just love you,” you whispered before looking down at your son who was playing in the sand, “I love both of you.” As the day ended and the sky became a blend of pinks, purples, and oranges, you watched as your husband and son played in the waves that climbed up the shore. And as your two boys turned to look for you, calling you over to join the party, you couldn’t imagine your life any other way.

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randywritesstuff · 2 years

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Hii! How are you? This is my first ever request on Tumblr lol (quite nervous ahaha), can I request a cute fluffy domestic Shinsou one-shot with a cute fat baby waking his wife up for a quick errand like shopping and going on a picnic near the beach please?🥺🥺

Thank you sm for taking this request. If you can't, I understand!!

Have a nice day/night💗💗

hey! thank you so much for your request! this will be the first request that I write for so i'm nervous too lol, but i love the idea and will start working on it now! be on the lookout for the fic in the next couple days <3

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randywritesstuff · 2 years

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hello! this is not a request but do you mind putting a read more on your 6k bakugo fic? thank you its just clogging my dash :)

oops! sorry, when I posted it I didn't know how to put a "read more" link. just fixed it!

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When You Wake Up | Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader

A/N: Thank you guys so much for all your love and support on my last post! Literally can not believe how much you guys liked it. Here’s a short one-shot. Wanted to write something with no smut and full of angst!

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader

Warnings: angst, death, lots of crying, descriptions of dying, blood, injury

Word Count: 920

Summary: Bakugo tells you he loves you as you fall asleep. Try to remember to tell him you love him too when you wake up.

Pain

All you could feel was pain.

It felt like someone had shoved a hot poker into your abdomen, the wound to your stomach sending sharp, stabbing pains throughout your body. Your lungs burned with every breath, and your hands were covered in your own blood, making it hard to grip onto your husband’s hand as he knelt beside you.

You watched as dust from the rubble of your recently won battle floated above you. You couldn’t help but think it looked like falling snow. You could almost trick yourself into thinking it was an early winter day, your body cold but relaxed, your eyes watching the snowflakes fall over you, some collecting on your eyelashes.

In reality, your eyelashes were collecting dirt and debris and your body was cold because you were rapidly losing blood. Your husband was yelling, looking more distressed than you had ever seen him, his voice booming over the large pieces of concrete and metal that were stacked on top of one another, effectively separating the two of you from the rest of the heroes and personnel that were desperately trying to reach you.

You knew you were dying.

You knew that help wouldn’t reach you in time.

And you think Bakugo knew it too, he just didn’t want to accept it. And truthfully, neither did you.

Dying was something you had thought about, being a pro hero and all, but you don’t think anyone could ever truly think about the possibility of dying. No one wanted to acknowledge that today or tomorrow could be their last day. It was easier to assume that you would grow old and peacefully pass in a warm, comfy bed, surrounded by your family. And that was what you had thought too. You thought you had a lifetime before it was your time to go. A lifetime of happy moments with friends. A lifetime of lazy Sunday’s with Bakugo. A lifetime to be a mom.

You and Bakugo had talked about having kids before you got married, agreeing to wait until the two of you had enjoyed married life and were better equipped to handle children. And just last week, you both had decided it was time.

It had been such an exciting day; just knowing that you and Bakugo were ready for kids had made the both of you scour the internet for baby names, starting a list of your favorites. You even ordered a few pregnancy and parenting books, wanting to get a head start on the reading so you were prepared for the coming months.

Your eyes shifted from the pseudo snow to your husband, his gaze quickly scanning the area to look for any openings or signs of help. You watched as a stray tear slid down his cheek before falling to the destroyed ground beneath you.

You lifted your bloodied hand, Bakugo swiftly turning his head towards you when he registered the movement. You slowly cupped his cheek, breathing becoming more difficult.

“You’re gonna be fine Y/N,” he reassured you, but you could see that he was trying to convince himself of his words just as much as he was trying to convince you. “You’re gonna be fine.” His voice broke on the last word, his eyes filling with tears that threatened to spill over. He lowered his head, grabbing the hand that was on his cheek, clasping it between both his hands and bring them to his forehead. Your bloody handprint that stained his cheek was quickly being washed away with his tears as he tried to hide his quiet sobs from you.

“I don’t want to go,” you spoke, your throat sore from the dust floating in the air and the yelling you had done while fighting the villain.

You wanted to be strong. You really did.

But you couldn’t help but let your fears slip past your lips as you lay beneath the man you loved, your vision blurring from the tears that flooded your eyes or your life fading away – maybe both. Bakugo’s pain and despair was palpable in his eyes as he lifted his head and locked his gaze to yours. You watched as he fought to hold back a sob, eventually losing the battle as it tore from his chest. You wished you could cry and sob with him, but your lungs struggled to take in enough air to breath, let alone let out a cry.

Your body began to feel heavy. You thought you could hear the sound of your fellow heroes yelling from beyond the rubble, power tools hammering at the blockage in a desperate attempt to save you. Bakugo must have felt your arm become heavier in his hands because he became frantic, gathering you into his arms and repeatedly asking you to keep your eyes open.

You hadn’t even realized they were closing.

You felt like you were floating; like you body was underwater. Everything was cold. You couldn’t feel Bakugo’s hand as he lightly tapped it against your cheek, trying to rouse you from the dangerous sleep that you were falling into.

You wished you were stronger. You wished you could keep your eyes open for longer. But you were so tired, and your body felt like it was resting on a cloud; weightless, feeling nothing. The pain had finally stopped, and you were ready to sleep.

The last thing you heard was your husband’s voice.

“I love you.”

You should remember to tell him you loved him too when you wake up.

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randywritesstuff · 2 years

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requests open! ♡

I decided to open requests on my page so that you guys can help me with ideas and writing prompts!

FWI, if I wouldn’t enjoy writing about a certain character or prompt, I probably won’t answer the ask because I don’t want to half-ass my writing if I’m not having fun! I am open to writing smut, angst, and fluff.

The characters I am currently open to writing about are:

-katsuki bakugo

-eijiro kirishima

-hitoshi shinso

-tasm!peter parker

-bucky barnes

-eren jaeger

-din djarin (the mandalorian)

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How You Deserve To Be Treated | Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader

A/N: Hi again! Here is my second piece of writing! I’m actually really happy with how this one turned out, and I feel like my writing is already improving since my first fic. I hope you all enjoy it!

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader, friends to lovers

Notice: All characters are over the age of 18

Warnings: Smut, 18+, oral(female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex(no condom but reader is on birth control so do with that what you will), praise, creampie, reader is a bit insecure, lowkey exhibitionism, non descript cheating boyfriend(fill in w/ any asshole you want)

Word Count: 6,475

Summary: After finding your boyfriend cheating on you and with nowhere else to go, you and Bakugo find yourselves alone together for the first time since you’ve known each other.

You should have seen this coming.

You found yourself replaying all the red flags that you brushed off, the advice from friends that you countered with “but you don’t know him like I do,” the nights when you felt so alone even though you were sleeping next to him.

You really should have seen this coming.

Walking into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend and seeing his tongue shoved down some girl’s throat was not how you had planned or wanted your night to go.

Your shitty boss at your shitty desk job had been on your ass all week about a big project that you needed to turn in, and after spending 10 hours every day on the mind-numbing material and turning it in today earlier than you expected, you were ready to soak in a hot bath with a bottle of wine and then slip into your bed, freshly made by your boyfriend at your request. Maybe if you were lucky, he could hold you for more than the 2 minutes he usually did.

But no.

You watched your plans crumble around you, along with your immediate future. You were about to adopt a fucking dog with this asshole…how dare him.

It seems that you tiredly stumbling into the house hadn’t alerted the happy couple of your presence, but you slamming the door shut seemed to do the job. You watched your boyfriends head snap to the front door, both his and the girl’s eyes growing wide. You gave both of them a sarcastically sweet smile and dropped your keys onto the table with a sharp clanging sound.

Your outside appearance was calm as you hung up your coat and slipped off your shoes, a sharp contrast to the rage brewing inside you. Without a word, you turned and started down the short hallway that led to the bedroom.

“Baby, wait!” You heard your now ex-boyfriend call out to you, choosing to ignore him as you walked through the bedroom door and immediately pulled out a large suitcase.

You didn’t know where you were going to go yet, all you knew was that you couldn’t stand to see his stupid cheating face ever again. The funny thing is, you weren’t even all that sad about the idiot cheating. You were more so mad at him for thinking he could get away with it, and yourself for ignoring all the signs and wasting a year of your life with him.

“Y/N, please baby just let me explain,” your ex-boyfriend came sliding into the room, his brows furrowed and lips downturned in a deep frown. Seeing his expression just enraged you even more. How dare he act like he’s hurt. He doesn’t get to be hurt when he’s the one who just flushed a year long relationship down the toilet.

“I don’t want to fucking hear it,” you spat, “there’s no way you can explain cheating on me in a way that will make me forgive you.” You were shoving anything of yours that you could reach into the suitcase, conceding to the fact that you would have to come by again to get everything else.

“Baby, I swear it was the first and only time! It will never happen again,” he cried, eyes turning glassy as he crept closer to you. “You were just gone so much this week and-“

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you shouted, twirling to face him, a flabbergasted expression on your face. “You’re somehow blaming me for your own decision to go fuck some other girl?”

You truly didn’t think he could be this dumb, guess you learn new things about your relationship every day. Your ex-boyfriend continued to whine and cry to you, begging for your forgiveness as you packed all the essentials you would need for a few days before you could find a new place and get everything else out of here. Just as you were zipping the suitcase closed, the asshole beside you spouting more excuses, your eyes caught something on the bed.

“Wow,” you laughed, lacking any real humor, “You didn’t even change the fucking sheets, asshole.” With that, you lifted the suitcase off the bed and made your way to the front door, your ex-boyfriend following behind you as he now tried to apologize for the sheets, as if that would save your relationship. When you entered the living area, you noticed the girl had already left, probably realizing this was not something she wanted to deal with. Smart girl.

“Well, I would say it was nice knowing you, but I would be lying,” you confessed as you shrugged on your coat and slipped on your shoes that you had hoped to not wear again until work on Monday morning. “I’ll be back for the rest of my stuff in a couple days.”

Opening the front door, you took one step out before turning around to face him one last time. “You would have been a horrible dog dad.” His expression began to turn from pathetic to frustrated with a hint of anger, but before he could argue, you gave him a tight-lipped smile and walked out the door, slamming it behind you for good measure.

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After loading your suitcase into your car and sitting yourself behind the wheel, the adrenaline that had been coursing through your blood slowly dissipated and you found your hands shaking as you placed them around the wheel. Where were you supposed to go now?

Mina was an option, but it was already 10pm and she lived 30 minutes away. You knew she usually worked early on Saturday mornings, so calling her and asking her to wait for you to get there was out of the picture. Momo was another option, but you quickly remembered that she works the night shifts at the bar and wouldn’t be getting home until around 3am.

You sighed, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over you that you hadn’t felt when you were driven by rage and packing your bags to get as far away from your idiot of an ex-boyfriend. Laying your forehead on the top of the steering wheel, you closed your eyes and racked your mind for anyone else you could ask for a temporary place to stay.

Your head shot up, your eyes wide as you remembered a name. You and this person had never been best friends, but you hung around him enough that you would consider him a friend; you weren’t sure if he would consider you one though.

You quickly texted Mina to let her know what was going on when she woke up and checked her phone tomorrow before taking a deep breath and opening your contacts to find the only person that could save you now, hyping yourself up before pressing ‘dial.’

“Hey, Bakugo,” you squeaked out, cringing when your voice came out too high pitched. “I need a favor.”

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He was waiting in his open door, shoulder leaning against the doorway, when you stepped out of your car. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his black sweatpants, the hood of his red hoodie pulled over his damp blonde hair, most likely from a recent shower after doing hero work all day. You quickly pulled your suitcase from your backseat and walked up his driveway to meet him at the door.

“I’m so sorry to call you this late and ask all of this from you, it’s just that you were the closest to me and I knew you would be awake because you just got back from work and Mina and Momo weren’t good options and-“ you rambled, feeling like a burden under his scrutinizing gaze.

“It’s fine, stop fucking apologizing,” he murmured, taking your suitcase from your hands and easily lifting it into the house, disappearing down a hallway, presumably to take it to the room you were staying in. You toed off your shoes before glancing around, taking note of the kitchen to your left and the living room to your right.

Everything was clean, almost excessively so. The walls were bare besides a handful of framed pictures that seemed to show Bakugo with Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and even some with Mina.

You weren’t surprised to see Mina in the pictures, the whole reason you even considered Bakugo your friend was because of how often you saw him when you were with her. Your eyes shifted to the large flat screen TV that was hung above a live fireplace, now paused on a game. The lights throughout the house were dim, giving the atmosphere a cozy and intimate feeling. You hadn’t moved from the spot Bakugo left you in when he returned from setting your suitcase somewhere, his eyes falling to your frozen form.

“You don’t have to just stand there,” he called out, “I’m not gonna bite.” You could have sworn his lips lifted into a smirk before he walked to the couch that was situated in front of his large TV. You hesitantly took a few steps into the living room, feeling very out of place as Bakugo relaxed into the couch, setting his sock covered feet onto the coffee table before him as he un-paused his game.

You didn’t know what to do. You had never been alone with Bakugo before, always around him when both of you were with a large group of friends. So, being alone with him and in his house left you completely out of your element and in desperate need of direction. Thankfully, it seemed that Bakugo could read your mind.

“Just come sit down,” he commanded, “You’re freaking me out just standing over there.” Your cheeks turned red, embarrassment flooding your body at his words. You shuffled over to the couch, sitting down on the opposite side of Bakugo. You pulled your legs up to your chest, hugging your arms around your knees.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, Bakugo playing some shooting game while you quietly watched him. Your mind shifted from embarrassment to anxiety about your future living situation. You would need to find a new place to live and fast. You wouldn’t let yourself crash on someone’s couch for too long, feeling like too much of a burden if you did. You didn’t even notice you had been so lost in your thoughts about moving until Bakugo spoke and snapped you out of it.

“So, bitch-boy fucked up?” he asked, eyes still locked onto the TV. His unique name for your ex-boyfriend caught you off-guard, causing you to let out a surprised laugh.

“Uh, yeah,” you confirmed, “Walked in on him making out with some girl.” You looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. “Should have seen it coming though. There was a lot of shit that he did or didn’t do that should’ve made me leave him.” Your sigh was heavy as you found yourself wanting to spill your guts to Bakugo.

Maybe it was because you felt alone and wanted someone to talk to, or maybe you were trying to use him to fill in for Mina. But if you were honest with yourself, it was probably because you had always felt drawn to Bakugo.

You had always kept things platonic, partly because you were loyal to your boyfriend but before him it was because you were a bit scared of the always scowling blonde. However, over the years of knowing Bakugo, it seemed that he was always on your mind in some way. Your eyes always followed him when he was in the same room as you, any interaction leaving you tongue-tied and with pink cheeks.

Anytime you got together with Mina, you would nonchalantly ask how Bakugo was doing, making sure to ask about all the other boys as well so she didn’t call you out on your weirdly specific interest.

It wasn’t like you could forget about him if you tried either. Bakugo was constantly on the news for saving lives, and posters of the brave hero ‘Dynamite’ were plastered all over the city, so anywhere you went you were met with the man that weaseled his way into your mind and just wouldn’t leave.

“What a fucking pussy,” Bakugo’s gruff voice pulled you from your thoughts. “I always knew you were too good for him.” His words shocked you, leaving your frozen in your spot with your eyes wide.

“What do you mean?” you lightly laughed, desperate to hear more of his thoughts. Bakugo’s eyes were still trained on the game he was playing, looking as if he was bored out of his mind. Contrarily, your heart was beginning to beat faster, your palms becoming sweaty from the subtle shift in the conversation from your ex-boyfriend to you.

“Just what I said, you’re too good for him. Way too pretty, too smart, too funny,” he shrugged his shoulders as if this information was just common knowledge. “Fuck,” he swore as his character died in game, swiping a large hand through his now mostly dry hair before loading up another match.

“I wouldn’t say I was too pretty or too smart for him,” you admitted, letting out what you wanted to be a lighthearted laugh but instead sounded too high pitched and awkward. “I mean, if I was so smart, I would have left him a long time ago. Staying with him for so long probably means I’m pretty dumb.” You didn’t want your words to come out too sad and dejected, but it was the truth; if you were smarter, you would have ended the relationship months ago. You rested your chin on top of your knees, sneaking a glance at Bakugo to see his face bunched up in confusion.

“Your bitch of an ex-boyfriend was the dumb one. I don’t fucking see how he could look at anyone else when he had you.” His voice tapered off at the end of his rant, causing you to almost miss his last few words. You went to argue what you thought was your very clear stupidity when your brain finally processed what he had said, leaving you open mouthed and staring at Bakugo.

Your silence must have confused him because he looked away from the TV for the first time since you both had sat down and met your gaze. His red eyes held your own in a way that left no room to look away. Your breathing quickened and you finally remembered to close your agape mouth from the shock of his earlier words, licking your lips like you always did when you were anxious. You watched as Bakugo’s eyes followed your tongue across your lips before quickly darting back to your gaze as if they had never left. You felt the air in the room grow thicker, his stare turning heated. You shook you head slightly and cleared your throat, trying to dispel some of the tension that was now palpable as you lowered your hands to your lap.

“Well, I have to disagree with you on the ‘too pretty’ thing,” you mumbled, your voice shaky, “He never seemed to like how I looked.” You gave a sad smile and looked down at your fiddling hands, thinking back to all the times your ex-boyfriend had disproved of an outfit, or asked you to do your hair and makeup because he had friends coming over and you ‘looked a mess.’ Your eyes turned glassy as you realized just how much he had affected your sense of self-worth.

Movement from Bakugo’s side of the couch caused you to look up and in his direction. You watched as he shut down the gaming system and somewhat roughly tossed the controller onto the coffee table in front of him, standing up and walking over to you. Your breath hitched as he sat down right beside you, his thigh pressing against yours. He took your face in both of his large, calloused hands, looking into your wide, doe eyes that were staring up at him.

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, so I don’t want to hear you say anymore shit about how you look.” His hands were firm around your face as he leaned in, his nose almost touching yours. “Do I make myself clear?” You were still, your mind not able to process or believe what was happening. You wanted to speak but nothing would come out.

When you didn’t immediately answer him, Bakugo pressed his forehead to yours, letting out an impatient “Y/N…”

“Yes,” you breathed, “Yes…I-I understand.” He let out a sigh, closing his eyes and swiping his thumbs back and forth on your cheeks.

“Good girl.” The praise, coupled with his low voice caused you to tightly shut your eyes and bite your bottom lip to keep from letting out any whimpers or whines that you desperately wanted to release. You took a few moments to breathe before you opened your eyes to find Bakugo’s already open and watching you. His fingers had stopped their hypnotizing movements and his heated stare was once again trained on you.

“If you don’t want this then you gotta tell me. Otherwise, I’m gonna show you how that asshole should have treated you.” You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at his words. When seconds passed and you refused to utter any objections, Bakugo finally closed the space between the two of you.

His hands tangled themselves in your hair as he pressed his hungry lips against yours. Bakugo kissed you like a man starved. Like a man that had a point to prove. He left no room for you to take control of the kiss, his dominating personality showing through the way he crushed his lips to yours and his hands gripped into your hair before moving around your neck. Your hands copied his, looping around his neck and playing with the blonde hairs at his nape as you kissed him back with just as much aggression and enthusiasm.

You couldn’t believe this was happening, but you weren’t about to stop now. Not that you wanted to anyway; you felt intoxicated just being around this man, let alone having his lips pressed to yours. You wanted everything he was going to give to you.

“Stand up,” Bakugo mumbled from in between kisses. You quickly obeyed and found yourself being lifted by your hips, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he began walking down the hallway to what you assumed was his bedroom. The two of you continued your heated kiss as he stumbled through the open doorway that led to his room until he pulled back to close the curtains over the window beside his bed. The pause allowed you a few seconds to take in Bakugo’s bedroom, noting the lack of personal items and the excessive cleanliness.

“It looks like you don’t even live here,” you mumbled, Bakugo turning his head to look at you, still holding you in his arms.

“Shut up,” he grumbled and pulled your face to his, locking you in an intense kiss before you could say anything back. He laid you down on the bed, being surprisingly gentle, before stepping back and pausing to look at you. His scrutinizing stare caused your head to fill with all the imperfections that your ex-boyfriend had hammered into you, your insecurity rising the longer that you laid out in front of him. It seemed Bakugo could tell where you mind was going, because he slowly moved to hover over you, staring deeply into your eyes.

“You’re beautiful. Get out of your head,” he whispered as grabbed the hem of your shirt, slowly pushing it up your torso to reveal the skin just beneath your bra. He lowered his head, gliding his lips across the expanse of your skin, looking up at you as his breath caused goosebumps to appear. “Or I’ll have to make you myself.” His words sent a shiver down your spine. His lips were now just below your navel, your hips lifting slightly to indicate your need for more. More of his touch. More of his lips and hands, desperate to feel him between your legs. He watched your hips wiggle around before glancing up at you and smirking.

His hands pushed your shirt further up, over your breasts spilling out of your bra before he grabbed the waistband of your pants and dragged them down your legs, throwing them to the floor. His eyes traveled up your body to the apex of your thighs, his hands following the same path soon after.

You felt like you were going to explode if he didn’t touch you. You had never been this desperate for a man’s touch, never this shameless, usually holding back in some way to protect yourself from your insecurities. There was something about Bakugo and the way he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; it gave you the confidence you had never felt with your past lovers.

“Please,” you whispered, begging him to touch you where you needed him. He played with the seams of your panties, running the tips of his fingers under the edges as he watched your expression.

“You gotta tell me what you want, baby.” His command was soft but stern, leaving no room for you to argue. You closed your eyes, struggling to be vocal and voice what you wanted so desperately.

“Please…touch me,” you tried, hoping that was enough for him to give you some relief.

“Good girl,” he purred, ripping your panties down your legs before diving into your pussy, sucking and licking at you like he was a man starved. You gasped, your back arching as intense pleasure flooded your body and caused you to grab fistfuls of the sheets at your sides. You wouldn’t have been able to hold in your moans and whimpers even if you tried, Bakugo’s tongue and lips so skilled as he brought you such passionate bliss that had your toes curling. You glanced down, the sight of his red eyes staring at you as his mouth devoured you almost too much to handle. His gaze moved to your hands still fisted in the sheets, quickly grabbing them to place them in his hair, a silent request to use him as a foothold to keep you from losing yourself in the pleasure he was giving you.

“I want you to come on my face, doll.” His words were muffled from his face being locked between your thighs and in front of your pulsing cunt, but you were able to make out what he was asking. It would be an easy task, already close to being thrown over the edge, your legs squeezing harder around him from the onslaught of pleasure. Your breathing was getting faster, taking quick, shallow breaths in between your high-pitched whines.

It seemed that Bakugo could tell you were getting close because his tongue began moving over your clit faster and harder than you had thought possible. The new fever in which he ate your sopping cunt was enough to push you over the edge. Your legs clamped down on his head, your back arching as your fingers tightened in his hair, your mind vaguely processing his deep moan as your slick flooded his mouth. You felt your orgasm from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, your whole body buzzing from the bliss that Bakugo had brought you.

When the last pulses of you orgasm left you, you opened your eyes to find Bakugo on his knees in between your legs, licking the aftermath of your peak off his lips as he watched you gather yourself.

“He ever make you come like that?” he asked, his voice taunting, an ever present smirk on his face as if he already knew the answer.

“He never made me come,” you confessed, a giggle bursting from your chest at your admission. Bakugo must have not been expecting your answer because his smirk instantly dropped, and his eyes widened before his expression turned into one of disgust.

“You’ve got to be shitting me. And you faked it every time?” You shyly nodded your head, feeling embarrassed for some reason.

You knew that your ex-boyfriend’s inability to bring you to orgasm wasn’t your fault, but something about faking an orgasm to protect his fragile ego was almost shameful. Just another reason you should have left him a long time ago. Bakugo crawled up your body, his face hovering over yours. A rough hand cradled the side of your face, his smirk that was quickly becoming your favorite thing back on his face.

“Guess we have a lot of catching up to do then.” Before you could react to his words, he crashed his lips to yours, parting from them to reach behind his neck to grab his hoodie and pull it over his head.

Your eyes were only able to glance at his muscular chest before your lips were once again caught by his. Your hands made their way down his body, feeling the ridges of his abs before meeting the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers were quick to work at the button and the zipper, determined to fully feel him for the first time.

His mouth left yours as he moved down your neck, sucking love bites onto the skin. His hands moved to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you bare except for your bra that was doing a horrible job of concealing your breasts. Your lack of clothing made you even more determined to rid Bakugo of the rest of his, roughing pushing his jeans and boxers down to his knees until he had to take over and pull them the rest of the way down.

As he got rid of the rest of his clothing, you reached behind your back to unhook your bra, now completely naked before the man that you never thought you would be under. The cool air causing your nipples to harden, their peak drawing Bakugo’s eyes to them as you both took each other in. His cock looked painfully hard, the tip red and leaking precum. He was large, much larger than your ex-boyfriend, and long, so long you were worried he wouldn’t fit all the way in.

Even though he was bigger than anyone you had ever taken before, you were desperate to feel him inside you. You watched as Bakugo reached into the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a condom.

“I’m on the pill,” you stated, your voice breathy, “We don’t have to use one if we’re both clean.” He frozen, his hand hovering over the open draw, condom in hand. His eyes darted to yours and you watched as they changed to become even more heated than before.

In an instant, the two of you were locked in a passionate embrace, the thought of feeling each other with no barrier in between causing you both to become frenzied. Bakugo took his cock in his hand, pausing for one second before slowly sheathing himself inside your tight cunt. Your short gasp was overshadowed by his low ‘Fuck’, his hands intertwining with yours to hold them above your head.

Once he was fully seated inside of you, albeit a bit hard to accomplish because of his length, he met your eyes, silently asking if you were okay. Your answering moan and roll of you hips seemed to be enough for him to begin rocking his hips into yours. He watched as your breasts bounced with each thrust, mesmerized by how beautiful you looked underneath him. His thrusts were just starting to pick up speed when your phone rang.

You both paused, your ringtone echoing throughout the room for a few moments before ending. When the room grew quiet once again, Bakugo resumed his thrusts, a particularly hard one pulling a squeak from your throat.

Just as your moans were becoming loader and your whines growing higher in pitch, your phone rang again. This time, Bakugo pulled out of you, a whine of protest falling past your lips, and walked to your discarded pants on the floor. He pulled the device from your pocket, seeing the caller ID before smirking and bringing the phone to his ear.

“She’s a bit busy right now,” he bragged, his voice taunting. His eyes ran over your body as he listened to what the other person had to say before he scoffed and rolled his eyes, walking back over to the bed.

You were confused, not understanding what he was doing until he put the call on speaker and your ex-boyfriends voice came through the phone, demanding to talk to you. Bakugo grabbed your hips and pulled your body down towards the edge of the bed before picking you up and flipping you over onto your hands and knees. He tossed the phone up the bed, closer to where your hands rested, the call still active, before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Be a good girl and show this asshole what it really sounds like when you come.” His words were followed by his cock slamming into you from behind, a yelp falling past your lips.

Your ex-boyfriend fell silent at the sound, Bakugo taking advantage of the silence to ram his hips unto your backside, the sound of your ass hitting his thighs so loud you were sure that it could be heard through the phone.

“You fucking slut,” your ex-boyfriend spat. You barely registered his vicious words because Bakugo had reached his hand around and under your hips to play with your clit, his thrusts never letting up.

You felt your orgasm closing in, Bakugo’s fingers and cock coupled with knowing your ex-boyfriend was listening to you being fucked by another man, unlike anything he had ever done, was enough to push you over the edge. Bakugo must have felt your walls contracting around him because he let out a low groan and grabbed your hair to pull your head back so he could whisper into your ear, his hips never stopping.

“Good fucking girl, gorgeous. Come all over my cock. Be loud for me.” He words prompted you to let out all the moans and whines you were holding back, completely letting go and vocalizing the intense orgasm that Bakugo had brought you to.

It felt like fireworks were going off throughout your entire body, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure made your limbs heavy, causing them to tingle and shake. Bakugo’s cock continued to drag against your walls, prolonging your orgasm and working him closer towards his. You couldn’t hear your ex-boyfriend anymore, but you didn’t know if that was because he had hung up or because your hearing had temporarily disappeared from the intensity of your peak.

Bakugo gave three more powerful thrusts into your pulsing cunt before he pushed as deep as he could into you and came, his release painting your walls. His grunts as he filled you were quickly becoming one of your favorite sounds, your tired cunt fluttering one last time around his cock. The two of you didn’t move for a moment, both taking time to catch your breath and letting the last remnants of your orgasms fade away.

When Bakugo finally moved to pull out of you, you turned your head to see your phone, the screen black indicating that the call was no longer active, and you assumed your ex-boyfriend hadn’t particularly enjoyed hearing what a woman orgasming actually sounded like. Bakugo’s cock leaving your pussy sent a shiver down your spine, immediately feeling empty and wishing you could be filled by him again.

Your body collapsed onto the bed, your arms and legs no longer capable of holding yourself up. Bakugo left the room, soon returning with a warm washcloth to clean up the mess between your thighs. You sighed, enjoying the feeling of your worn-out body and a man taking care of you. You had never experienced something like this, always left unsatisfied and on your own to clean yourself up after a sexual encounter.

You could definitely get used to this…you stopped your thoughts before they could go any further; there’s no way Bakugo wanted anything more than a quick fuck, and as much as you enjoyed it, you couldn’t let yourself be disappointed when he eventually kicked you out. You sighed, slowly sitting up and moving to stand so you could get your clothes and move to the room that he had put your suitcase in.

“What are you doing?” His deep voice startled you, not expecting him to question your actions.

“Uh, I was just gonna go to the other room for the night,” your voice hesitant, not wanting to overstay your welcome. “I promise I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.” Bakugo’s face twisted into confusion.

“What the fuck do you mean? Sit your ass back in the bed, you’re staying with me tonight.” He left no room to argue, pulling up his boxers before he picked up your shirt and handed it to you. When you didn’t immediately reach for it, he gave a soft sigh and walked towards you to help you put it on, but you spoke just as he reached you.

“That’s my work shirt, I have to get a shirt from my suitcase,” you whispered, his red eyes locked on yours before he looked down at the shirt in his hands. Without a word he walked to his closet and pulled out a white tee-shirt, walking back and putting it over your head, helping your hands through the two arm holes.

With his large shirt dwarfing your figure, he made his way to the bed and slipped under the covers, patting the bed to call you over. You hesitantly stepped up to the bed, setting your phone on the bedside table before pulling the covers back and laying down.

You both were silent, the atmosphere feeling tense before he once again sighed (he seemed to do that a lot), turned on his side and tugged your body into him, your back against his warm chest. The feeling of his arms around you felt like a comfy blanket, easing your anxiety as your eyes started to close, finally feeling comfortable enough to relax.

“I promise I’ll leave in the morning,” you whispered, your words becoming slurred as you sleep overtook you. The last thing you heard was Bakugo’s words, spoken so softly you could convince yourself you imagined them.

“Maybe I don’t want you to.”

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You awake to a dimly lit room, your body sore as you stretched your legs out and your arms rose above your head. Your eyes fluttered open, once again faced with the impersonal room and dark bed sheets before you quickly sat up, remembering the events from last night. You took note of the empty spot beside you and the clock that read 9:26 AM.

What day was it? Saturday…would he have to go to work today? Did he already go to work and now you were alone in his house? You felt out of place and anxious, hopping out of bed and putting on your panties from last night, promising yourself you would shower as soon as you figured out what your plan for the day was. Your footsteps were light as you walked down the hallway, pausing when your nose caught a whiff of what smelled like bacon.

Taking the last few steps down the hallway and into the living area, you found Bakugo in front of the stove, cooking bacon and what looked to be waffles. He had put on a pair of sweatpants, his torso bare, which allowed you to admire his sculpted back. You cleared you throat, alerting him of your presence. He turned around, giving you a rare smile.

“Good morning.” His voice was gruff, having not been used all night as he slept. “I was making breakfast for you. Thought I could get it finished before you woke up and bring it to you in bed.”

For the first time since you met him, Bakugo didn’t sound confident. He couldn’t seem to meet your gaze, instead choosing to turn back around and focus on frying the bacon. It was adorable. The thought that you somehow made this man nervous was exhilarating, giving you the confidence boost you needed to walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, your front against his back. He froze for a moment, not expecting your touch before one hand moved to cover yours that were interlocked just above his sweatpants. The two of you stood there for a moment, just enjoying each other’s presence.

“Go back to bed, I’ll bring breakfast in there in a minute.” He patted you hands before stepping out of your embrace to get a waffle out of the waffle maker, perfectly golden and ready to eat.

You stepped back, turning on your heel to walk back to his bedroom, unable to keep a giddy smile off your face. Once back in bed, you decided to check your phone to see what you had missed in the past 12 hours. The screen came to life, showing three missed calls from Mina about twenty minutes ago. You quickly called her back, not wanting her to worry after your texts last night. It only took one ring before Mina answered her phone, her voice too fast and about two octaves too high.

“Y/N! What the hell happened? I feel so bad you didn’t feel like you could call me! You know I would be completely fine losing sleep for you! You should have-“

“Mina!” you called, laughing at her outburst, “It’s fine, I promise. I actually think it was supposed to work out this way.” You bit your lip, mustering the courage to tell your best friend that you had slept with her best friend. “Bakugo and I may have…done some things…and he may be bringing me breakfast in bed this morning.” You closed your eyes, waiting for her reaction.

A second passed with no noise coming through the phone before Mina’s screech filled your ear, causing you to pull the device far away from you. You laughed as she began asking questions and demanding answers, but before you could start talking, Bakugo showed up in the doorway with a tray full of food. You smiled at him, cheeks turning red at the sweet gesture before you spoke into the phone.

“Mina, I’m gonna have to call you back, breakfast just arrived.” With a quick “love you,” you hung up the phone and prepared to be spoiled by the man of your dreams, your asshole of an ex-boyfriend already long forgotten.

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The Perfect Gift | Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader x Eijiro Kirishima

A/N: Hi! This is the first piece of fanfic that I have ever written. I’m definitely still figuring out my writing style so this probably won’t be the best, but I’m so excited to put my work out there for people to enjoy! And of course I had to write my first piece about my two favorite boys in mha.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader x Eijiro Kirishima

Notice: All characters are over the age of 18, Bakugo and Kirishima should be assumed to be Pro Heros.

Warnings: 18+, threesome, oral(male and female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it ppl), creampie, slight praise, overstimulation if you squint, deepthroating

Word Count: 5K

Summary: After Kirishima learns of a particular fantasy you’ve had for a while, he knows just what to get you for Christmas.

You were lounging in the bed that you and Kirishima shared, with fuzzy socks, a book, and extra blankets to ward off the cold weather. Christmas was just a few days away and you could feel your excitement growing by the hour. Christmas was your favorite holiday; the music, gifts, decorations, food… Everything about it made you feel warm and cozy inside. All the gifts had been wrapped and the apartment had long since been decorated. You were thankful Kirishima enjoyed Christmas just as much as you did and supported your decision to decorate before Thanksgiving.

The only thing left to do was wait. Just a few more days until you could put the presents under the tree and watch your boyfriend open the gifts you had spent weeks deciding on.

Leaning over to the bedside table, you grabbed your mug of hot chocolate and took a sip, feeling the warmth spread throughout your body. Just as you were placing the mug back on the table, you heard the front door open. Kirishima had left early that morning, telling you he had some last-minute gifts he needed to pick up, and you had been eagerly awaiting his return all day.

“Hey baby,” you called from the bedroom. You heard the front door close, and the coat closet being opened. You furrowed your brow when you didn’t hear a response back but shrugged it off after deciding he just hadn’t heard you. You did tend to be pretty quiet, not liking to raise your voice too much.

Turning your attention back to the romance novel you had been reading, you snuggled further down into the covers to wait for your boyfriend to join you. About a minute passed before you heard Kirishima walk down the hallway that led to the bedroom. He opened the door and popped his head in, giving you one of his sharp toothed smiles.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said, “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” you asked, your eyebrows shooting up.

“Well technically it’s a Christmas present, but I have to give it to you today,” he grinned sheepishly at you. You lightly giggled at his expression and started to get up from the bed.

“No no! Just stay there. Actually, sit at the edge of the bed and close your eyes please.”

You were very curious at this point, so you listened to your boyfriends’ commands. Laying your book down on the bedside table, you moved to seat yourself at the end of the bed, legs hanging over the edge. You closed your eyes and folded you hands in your lap, smiling at Kirishima’s excitement. He was just too cute.

“No peaking,” he said as you heard the door open all the way. You could hear the familiar sound of the floor creaking as he walked into the bedroom, but you paused when you thought you heard another person enter the room. Before you could react or ask any questions, you felt Kirishima’s presence in front of you.

“Okay baby, you can open your eyes,” he softly spoke. You slowly opened your eyes and your breath got caught in your throat. Your boyfriend’s best friend, Bakugo Katsuki, stood next to Kirishima with a red Christmas bow on top of his spikey blonde hair. Your wide eyes darted from Bakugo to your boyfriend, trying to understand what was going on.

“Merry Christmas!” Kirishima smiled.

“I-I don’t understand,” you stammered.

Kirishima’s face felt just slightly as he took a step towards you and crouched to your level.

“Remember when we told each other about some of our fantasies a couple weeks ago?” he asked softly.

You did. It was a random Tuesday night that both you and Kirishima had off work, and you both decided to drink some wine and have a movie marathon. The emptier the wine bottle got, the more the two of you ignored the movie and instead talked about random things.

One topic that was brought up was sexual fantasies. You and Kirishima had been together for a while, but oddly had never talked in depth about any kinks or fantasies that the other had. With more than half a bottle of wine in your system and a love drunk smile on your face, you told Kirishima about your dream of having a threesome.

You told him how you’ve always been interested in trying it out, but past boyfriends had been too jealous and overprotective to ever allow it to happen. Kirishima watched you intently as you spoke, and if you were more sober you probably would have been able to pick up on the faraway look that he had in his eye. The kind of look Kirishima always got when he was deep in thought.

“Well, if we had a threesome, who would you want to be the other dude?” he had asked, no judgement or anger in his voice. You were a bit thrown off by the question. You had expected Kirishima to brush the topic off like all previous boyfriends had done.

“Umm…I mean…I don’t know,” you stuttered. Kirishima slowly smirked, his eyes locked onto your face.

“You definitely do,” he murmured, “Come on, I want to know, and I promise I won’t be weird about it.”

You took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say the name of the boy you’ve had a small crush on ever since you met him and Kirishima.

“Bakugo,” you quickly uttered, tightly shutting your eyes to protect yourself from any anger your boyfriend may have. He sat quietly for a couple seconds, enough time for you to peak one eye open to look for his reaction.

You were surprised to see a smile on his face. His eyes were soft as he reached out and cupped your cheek with one of his large, rough hands.

“Thank you for telling me baby,” he murmured as he tucked you into his side and began running his fingers through your hair. The conversation stopped there, and you were just relieved you had shared your desires with your boyfriend, and he hadn’t berated you like others had in the past.

The topic of having a threesome wasn’t brought up again. Until now.

You found yourself starting to blush as you remembered your drunken confession weeks prior and began to piece together what may be happening.

“Yes, I remember,” you said quietly, your voice breathy as your eyes quickly looked to Bakugo, who had an expression that you couldn’t read, and then back to Kirishima.

“Well, I talked to Bakugo, and he was down to help me give you a special gift. But if you don’t feel comfortable doing this or changed your mind, just say the word and we’ll forget this happened,” Kirishima stared into your eyes as he spoke, grasping your hands that were still in your lap.

Everything was happening so fast, you felt like you need a couple minutes to catch up and actually believe what was being offered to you. After years of wanting to have a threesome, and years of harboring a silly crush on your boyfriend’s best friend, you were finally being given the chance to live out one of your biggest fantasies. The decision was an easy one.

“I want to do it,” you said, giving Kirishima a shy smile. You looked over at Bakugo to find a small smirk on his face. Butterflies filled your stomach as your mind began to imagine all the things that could happen tonight. Kirishima gave you one of his electric smiles and leaned in to give you a strong kiss.

“You know our safe words, right? Green is good, yellow means slow down, and red means stop.” Your boyfriend’s words were serious, wanting to make sure you knew what to say if you were uncomfortable at any time during the night. You quickly nodded your head to let him know you understood.

Time stood still for a moment. The room was quiet and the three of you didn’t move, only fluttering your eyes over each other.

You watched as Kirishima looked at Bakugo and gave him a small nod before standing up and walking over to the bedroom door to close it. Your breath quickened as you begin fiddling with your hands in your lap. Bakugo took in your nervous frame before slowly walking to stand in front of you, plucking the red bow off his head before carelessly throwing it to the floor.

You always knew that Bakugo was a tall and muscular guy but sitting on the bed before his large frame made you feel so inferior. Your head tilted back as you looked up into his red eyes, your heart beating fast in your chest. His hand went under your chin, thumb resting on your bottom lip, slowly swiping back and forth. Finally, Bakugo spoke his first words of the night.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice gravely and deep. His expression remained neutral as you immediately obeyed, parting your lips to allow his thumb to slip into your mouth.

“Suck,” he spat. Your lips closed as your tongue wrapped around his finger, your eyes locked onto his. You didn’t think you could look away even if you wanted to. Bakugo demanded attention everywhere he went. All eyes snapped to him whenever he entered a room and even when you eventually looked away, you were still aware of his presence.

This situation was no different from all the other times you had felt suffocated by his nearness, almost drowning in his domineering stare. His eyes were locked onto your mouth, watching your lips fit so perfectly around his finger.

“She’s got a nice mouth,” he said approvingly, talking to Kirishima but not taking his eyes off you.

“She does,” your boyfriend replied, a lazy grin on his face. “Feels even better on your cock though.”

A soft whimper left your throat at the conversation happening before you. The way that both men talked about you as if you weren’t seated in front of them was demoralizing, but you felt your core growing wet at their words.

“Guess I gotta try it out now, huh?” Bakugo pulled his thumb from your mouth and instead grabbed a fistful of your hair. He pulled you to your knees before him, not being gentle with you but you knew he could be a lot meaner if he wanted to.

His other hand went to the button and zipper of his jeans, quickly pulling them down to rest around his upper thighs. His black boxer briefs did nothing to hide his massive erection. Your eyes must have widened at the size of his cock because he laughed before pulling the last barrier between you and his member down.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll make it fit.” The pet name lacked any kindness that one might associate it with, instead being spat sarcastically. He fisted his cock, tapping the head against your lips.

You heard Kirishima move off the wall and slowly crouch down behind you. His hands wrapped around your hips, moving upward to palm your breasts through the “Red Riot” shirt you were wearing with nothing but panties underneath. One of his hands replaced Bakugo’s in your hair, wrapping it around his fist to hold you in place.

“Open your pretty mouth for him baby. I wanna watch you suck his cock.” His breath danced across your ear as he began kissing his way down your neck. You listened, parting your lips and taking the head of Bakugo’s dick into your mouth.

His cock was heavy on your tongue as you began giving small kitten licks to the underside. After waiting a few seconds, your boyfriend began pushing your head down farther on his best friend’s dick. You groaned, loving the feeling of a man in front of you and another behind you. You wanted to please both of them so badly. Your hands moved to wrap around Bakugo, but he caught them before they could settle into place around his cock.

“Hands to yourself, princess,” His voice was low and teasing as one of his large hands held both of your wrists out of front of you. His hips began to rock into your mouth, getting close to gagging you on his cock.

One of Kirishima’s hands was still massaging your breast, now under your shirt, while the other stayed wrapped in your hair. Spit began to spill out of your mouth and down your chin as Bakugo placed the hand not holding your wrists under your chin and partially on your neck. His thrusts began to pick up speed, hitting the back of your throat each time he pushed forward.

“Fuck. I can feel my dick down your throat, princess.” Your eyes filled with tears as you gazed up at him. His head was thrown back as he used your mouth like a cock sleeve. You groaned, the vibrations on Bakugo’s cock causing him to give a particularly rough thrust deep into your throat while letting out an obscene moan.

Kirishima slowly moved his hands from your breasts to your pussy, slipping his fingers under the band of your panties. His middle finger found your clit, lightly brushing it before moving further down to circle your hole.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “You’re so fucking wet baby.” He slowly dipped the tip of his finger into your cunt, causing you to arch your back, trying to suck his finger deeper into you. “Does sucking off my best friend turn you on this much?” His voice was taunting yet playful, enjoying the little whines that you let out at his words. When you didn’t answer him, Bakugo pulled out of your mouth, smushing your cheeks together with his hand.

“He asked you a fucking question. You better answer him.” You quickly took in mouthfuls of air, gasping after deep throating his cock for so long.

“Yes,” you squeaked, “It turns me on so much.” Bakugo watched you for a moment, a scowl on his face, before stepping back and pulling his shirt over his head and his pants down.

“Get her up,” he commanded. Your boyfriend’s hand left your pussy, making you whine. He gave a playful smack to your ass at your complaint before standing up and grabbing under your arms to easily lift you up onto your feet. Your shirt was quickly taken off your body by one of the men, your mind not able to process the sudden action.

Bakugo picked you up by your hips to toss you onto the bed while Kirishima got rid of his shirt and pants, leaving everyone in their underwear. You adjusted yourself on the bed, leaning on your elbows as you watched the two men stalk toward you. Your boyfriend walked around the bed to situate himself by your head. His red eyes met yours as he gave you a soft and comforting smile.

“Still doing okay baby?” he asked. You nodded your head, returning his soft smile. You leaned up to capture his mouth in a kiss. His tongue brushed your bottom lip, asking your lips to part. Your tongue met his and you both moaned into each other’s mouths. You loved kissing Kirishima. His soft lips and skilled tongue always had you wanting more, and you could feel his love for you through his kisses.

You were so preoccupied with Kirishima that you didn’t notice Bakugo crouching in front of your legs until you felt his rough hands grabbing the waist band of your panties and ripping them off of you. You gasped and tried to turn your head to look at Bakugo but were stopped by your boyfriend’s hand clasping onto your cheeks. Your head was turned back to face Kirishima, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Don’t worry about him right now,” he softly spoke, leaning in to brush his lips against yours again. “Just focus on me baby.” You lowered your body down until your back was flat on the bed, not looking away from your boyfriend.

You could feel Bakugo rest on the bed in between your spread legs as your lips were once again locked in a passionate kiss by Kirishima. Bakugo’s hands wrapped around your soft thighs, spreading them wider, causing you to shiver from the cold air in the room meeting your wet cunt.

“You’ve got a real pretty pussy, sweetheart,” Bakugo spoke as his thumbs parted your outer folds to get a better look at you. You whined into Kirishima’s mouth, your hips lifting off the bed to try and find any stimulation. Bakugo’s hands tightened on your thighs and forced your hips back down, pinning you into place. He leaned into the apex of your thighs, his breath ghosting over your pussy.

“Please,” you let out, your lips briefly leaving Kirishima’s, “Please, Bakugo.”

“Call me Katsuki, princess,” he spoke before licking a stripe up your folds, collecting your arousal on his tongue. You let out a load gasp at the sensation, hands gripping onto your boyfriend’s hair as your body finally received the stimulation it had been aching for.

“How does she taste bro?” Kirishima’s eyes were locked on his best friend’s face buried in your pussy, his hand beginning to palm his hard cock.

“Like a fucking dream,” Bakugo growled. His lips moved to your clit, sucking on it in between his tongue gliding up and down your slit.

The sound of him eating your pussy was obscene. It was like he was a man starved. You glanced down at him for a moment, just in time for his gaze to flick up towards you, his red, almost feral eyes locked onto yours.

“I’ve wanted to taste this slutty little cunt since the moment I met you.” His admission left you reeling, your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge. You had never been this close to coming so fast, but the exhilaration from taking part in your biggest fantasy was too much for you.

“Oh my god,” you cried, “I’m so close. Please, please,” you begged. Kirishima stood up and pulled his boxers down his muscular thighs, fisting his cock. He pulled your head to the side and tapped the tip of his dick against your lips.

“Open up for me, baby.” Just as your lips parted and he slipped into your mouth, Bakugo slipped one of his fingers into your cunt. Your back arched off the bed and you moaned, sending vibrations up your boyfriend’s cock, making him moan out a curse.

Bakugo continued to suck on your clit as his finger pumped into you. He quickly and easily added a second finger, stretching your pussy to prepare you for his dick. You felt yourself getting closer, so close to coming. Bakugo felt your cunt clamp down on his fingers, signaling your impending release.

“That’s it, come all over my fingers, princess.” With your mouth and pussy stuffed full, you came. Your vision turned white, and you couldn’t hear the world around you for a few seconds. You vaguely felt Kirishima pull out of your mouth and Bakugo pull his fingers out of your soaking cunt.

Your vison and hearing returned just in time to see Bakugo licking your release off his fingers, your boyfriend standing beside him. Both men stared at your quivering hole, eyes moving up to take in your naked chest as it rose and fell as you tried to recover from your intense orgasm. Kirishima’s eyes were the first to snap to your face, followed by Bakugo’s shortly after.

“Doing okay honey?” Kirishima’s voice was strained, clearly wanting nothing more than to fuck you right now, but he was a gentleman and had to make sure you were still okay. You answered his question with a blissed-out smile and a nod, reaching for him.

He lips turned upwards into a loving smile and he crawled up the bed to hover over you. You stared into his eyes, softly running your fingers through his hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bakugo pulling his boxers down and lazily stroking his cock. Kirishima reached down and took his cock in his hand, lining himself up with your entrance. He lightly pushed in, staring into your eyes, and leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss just as he snapped his hips forwards and bottomed out inside of you.

“Eiji!” you cried out, not expecting the sudden intrusion, and threw your head back, exposing your neck. He quickly took advantage of your reaction, latching into your neck to leave harsh love bites as he slammed his hips into yours, his balls slapping against your ass.

Kirishima lifted his head from your neck, looking to his friend and jerking his head towards the two of you to signal he should come over. Bakugo, still stroking his cock, walked over to stand at the edge of the bed beside your upper body. Your boyfriend sat up, holding your legs in the air at the knees while continuing to thrust into your cunt.

“Suck on her tits, be rough,” he said, watching your face, “she likes that shit.” Bakugo didn’t have to be told twice. He leaned down and took one breast into his mouth while one hand went to your other breast to tweak your nipple. You cried out, the stimulation from Kirishima’s cock dragging against your inner walls and Bakugo’s lips and fingers playing with your tits was almost too much to handle. You could already feel your second orgasm coming on fast.

Bakugo lifted his head from your breast and before you could protest, he crashed his mouth onto yours, nipping at your bottom lip and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

You had imagined kissing Bakugo a few times, but nothing you imagined could compare to what it was really like. He was rough and fast but without being too messy and all over the place. He took complete control of the kiss, not allowing you any room to think you were in charge.

One particularly hard thrust from your boyfriend along with Bakugo’s hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing was enough to send you over the edge. You came with a loud cry, your pussy clamping down on Kirishima’s cock, causing him to give a couple more thrusts before burying himself deep inside you and filling you with his come.

You felt Bakugo give you a few small, gentle kisses, before pulling away. You were taken aback by his actions that were so contrary to his usual attitude, but you found yourself enjoying seeing a softer side to him.

Your boyfriend pulled out of your cunt, causing his cum to start leaking out of you, and gave your thighs a gentle kiss on each before climbing off the bed and walking to his discarded boxers. Bakugo walked around the bed, stopping at the spot that Kirishima had just left, running his hands up your thighs as he stared at your leaking pussy.

“Got one more in ya for me, princess?” he asked as he collected some of your boyfriends come that had slipped out of you and shoved it back into your quivering hole. You barely had the energy to nod your head. These boys just weren’t letting you catch a break, but you loved it.

“Yes, Katsuki,” you whispered. His lips formed a smirk just before he easily lifted you up and turned you over so that you were on your hands and knees. One of Bakugo’s hands travelled up your back to push your head down to the bed, forcing your back into a deep arch.

Your boyfriend had put his boxers back on and was lounging beside you, now softly petting your hair as you turned your head to look up at him. He had a loving expression on his face, taking in how beautiful you looked all fucked out from him and his friend.

“Sweetheart, you look fucking amazing stuffed full of come.” Bakugo’s voice came out as a growl, his hands roughly grabbing fistfuls of your ass and spreading your cheeks to get a better look at your glistening cunt. “Gonna look even better with two loads in ya.” Before you could react to his words, Bakugo slammed his cock into you. Kirishima’s come allowed him to slip right into your warm pussy.

The force of his thrust pushed your face farther into the mattress, your hands gripping the sheets to try to steady yourself. You pussy was so sensitive, every thrust brought tears to your eyes and had you babbling incoherently.

“Please, please, please,” you found yourself begging. You didn’t even know what you were begging for at this point. You were so out of it from the past two orgasms, and your pulsing cunt was about to add a third.

Bakugo’s hips continued to slam into you, your ass bounced with every impact. Kirishima’s hands lovingly combed through your hair as he whispered praise to you.

“You’re doing so well for us baby. You’ve been so good. I’m so proud of you.” You were losing your mind. The knot inside of you was about to snap. You couldn’t hold it in any longer.

You tried to tell them you were coming, but what came out of your mouth was an incoherent mess. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as your orgasm crashed into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You felt like you were floating, your whole body becoming numb.

“Shit, fuck, she’s squeezing me so fucking tight.” Your cunt was so gripped so hard around Bakugo’s cock, he almost couldn’t move. With two more short thrusts, he came with a growl, painting your walls with his come.

You slowly came to, your vision returning and your body now tingly instead of numb. Bakugo leaned over you, panting loudly, giving you uncharacteristically gentle kisses onto your back, rubbing his hands down your thighs. He pulled his cock from your abused cunt and watched as his and Kirishima’s cum dripped out of you. It was arguably the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

Your shaking legs gave out from under you, and you fell to lay flat on your stomach. Your body was sore, and you struggled to keep your eyes open, your body wanting to drift off into a peaceful sleep after everything it had endured tonight. You felt Kirishima give you a quick kiss to your head before you felt him getting up.

You cracked your eyes open, watching him walk into your bathroom, presumably to get towels to clean you up. You saw Bakugo walk over to his discarded boxers and pull them up his legs before getting onto the bed beside you. You turned your head to face him, eyes drifting over his sculpted body and handsome face that was still a bit red and sweaty from the nights activities.

“You were amazing,” he spoke softly, staring straight ahead, “definitely the best fuck I’ve ever had.” You laughed softly, still trying to come back down to earth. Bakugo looked down at you, and almost hesitantly ran his fingers through your hair, as you both sat in content silence while you waited for Kirishima to come back.

Your eyes began to close on their own volition from the soothing feeling of Bakugo’s fingers in your hair. It was only a few more moments before your boyfriend entered the bedroom with warm towels and three water bottles.

He gently turned you over onto your back and carefully wiped you down with the warm cloth, handing one water bottle to you and the other to Bakugo. He picked up your shirt from the floor and handed it to you to put back on, quickly realizing he had to help you pull your arms through the holes because of how tired you were. He settled into bed on the other side of you, taking a sip from his water and helping you sit up so you could take some sips from yours.

“So,” Kirishima said, “how was it?” It only took you a second to reply.

“Amazing. Best present ever.” You turned your head to smile at your wonderful boyfriend and then turned to his best friend. “Thank you for doing this, Katsuki.” Bakugo rolled his eyes, and you furrowed your brow, worried you said something wrong.

“You don’t gotta thank me for shit. When shitty hair told me about his idea, there was no way in hell I was saying no,” he admitted, “You’re hot.” You blushed from his words, looking over at your boyfriend to see him smiling softly at the interaction.

“You can stay tonight if you want to bro,” Kirishima said, looking to you for confirmation. You quickly nodded you head, turning to look at Bakugo. He looked between the two of you before nodding his head and getting up from the bed.

“Cool. Gotta take a piss.” You giggled at how blunt he was, never sugarcoating anything, and started to get under the covers, your boyfriend joining you. You turned towards him, giving him a long kiss, trying to pour all your love and adoration for him into it.

You were interrupted by Bakugo pulling back the blankets and hopping into bed, causing Kirishima to lean over to the bedside table and shut off the only lamp lighting up the room.

“Thank you, guys…again,” you said into the darkness, lying on your back. Your boyfriend pulled you into his side, snuggling up to you. He buried his face in your neck and ghosted his lips across your skin before leaving a few kisses.

Bakugo turned towards you and Kirishima, scooting a little closer to your side. The two of you looked at each other for a moment before you gave him a small smile, Bakugo returning it after a second, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“Of course, baby,” Kirishima whispered, “Merry Christmas.”

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