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Eijiro Kirishima fanfic posted on Wattpad and AO3

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one-time thing (bakugo x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader when you run into bakugo at denki's house party and do some... physical activity in the bathroom. but you swear it's just a one-time thing considering you'd never met before WARNINGS: swearing, NSFW, sexually explicit content, oral (f receiving), smut, y'know the usual ◦ ◡ ◠ word count: 2,328 A/N: might become a full fic... we'll see how posting a lil bit on tumblr goes first ;P Also, I'm still very new to writing smut so bear with me, and feel free to offer suggestions!

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The house was a maze, mostly because of the crowd, so you ventured up the stairs where it was quieter to find a restroom. The more steps you took upward, the more you realized how buzzed you were. Finally, you could see a door open to a bathroom, and you quickly shut yourself inside.  You turned the tap on to splash water on your face, only to be suddenly sprayed.  

“Fuck, stupid faucet.” you cursed, running your hands over your now-soaked top. You'd barely turned it on full blast. Luckily, you looked in the cabinet and found a hair dryer. Removing your shirt and laying it over the towel rod, you turned the hair dryer on to hopefully salvage your top.  

As you continued cursing under your breath, you heard a knock at the door. “Someone’s in here!” you shouted over the dryer.  

Then the door knob turned. Fuck, thought it was locked. You scrambled to grab your shirt and cover yourself before a man stepped into the bathroom. 

“Everything okay in here?” The voice was low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. A blonde man stepped through the doorway, his red-colored eyes meeting yours. 

“I’m fine, just had a spill.” you rushed out, still attempting to cover your bra.  

“Saw you rush up here, albeit stumbling, and wanted to check.” He told you, still standing in the doorway as if he was unfazed by the state you were in.  

Truth be told, Bakugo was a bit buzzed himself, and the sight of a pretty girl in front of him was enough to set his senses on fire. You were blushing, making you look even cuter, and he found himself struggling to not look at where your hands were holding your shirt so as not to expose herself. A daring question sat heavy in the back of his mind as he took a step towards you. 

“What are you doing?” your words came out stuttering as the man stepped closer. You were very aware of the state you were in, and on top of that, your friends' words rang in your mind. ‘The boys will be all over you’ they'd said. While the man before you was very easy on the eyes, okay maybe more than easy on the eyes, you were feeling unsure about the predicament you found yourself in. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asked you, his voice low and causing your face to flush. How could he be so forward? You hadn’t been touched in years, not since your last fling, and now some random guy was making your body heat up like you were sitting in boiling water.  

“I-I don’t know.” That was all you could say. Bakugo took note of how flustered you were getting and wondered if you were a virgin.  

“Pretty girl, alone in a bathroom at a party, shirt already off.” He trailed on, glancing to where your hands held your shirt firmly. “I saw you at the bar from outside, couldn’t take my eyes off you and even then, you were fully clothed.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he continued to stalk closer. Were you seriously getting flustered by a man you ran into in the bathroom? Damn, you really were touch starved.  

“Y’know, one could see this a sexual assault.” You told him, and he paused where he was, hesitating. “But, seeing as I have just enough alcohol to make poor decisions but know what I’m doing and you are really hot...” 

At the sight of the teasing smirk on your face, Bakugo grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in, his lips crashing into yours. Dammit, he didn’t care if he never saw you again, you were hot, and he was needy. With his forceful actions, he heard you moan into his mouth, setting fireworks off in his brain. It was the prettiest sound he’d ever heard in his life. 

You were shocked at how he was acting, so confident and straightforward; but you were more shocked by how you were letting it happen. Hell, he was attractive and knew what he wanted. The perfect one-night stand in your book. You let loose a moan again as he backed you up against the glass shower wall before he reached one hand inside to start the water. 

“What are you-” you started to ask. 

“So, no one can hear how hard I’m about to fuck you.” The tone of his words sent heat straight to your core. This time, you smashed your lips into his, the heat sending signals to your brain that you wanted more.  

Bakugo grabbed the shirt from your hands, tossing it aside quickly to take in your lacy bra. God, your body was perfect. He wasted no time in pressing kisses to your neck, giving rough bites before seeing the hickies he was leaving behind. Even if you didn’t share your names before leaving tonight, he wanted you to remember everything that had happened. When he nibbled at the soft spot between your collar bone and neck, you whimpered, and he could have came just from the sound.  

You made quick work of his shirt, gripping the bottom of it as he allowed you to pull it over his head. Your hands met his torso, where strong muscles ripped under your touch. Between his biceps and abs, you were pretty sure he could lift you up to fuck you if he wanted to. You grabbed for the buckle on his pants, but his hands stopped you.  

Before you could try again, Bakugo kneeled in front of you, noticing how you tried to hide your surprised look. As he palmed your thighs, he marveled at how soft your skin was before placing kisses on the inside. “Stop teasing,” you warned through a gasp, making him smirk. Bakugo lifted your skirt just enough and inhaled sharply. You weren’t wearing any underwear.  

“Fuck, it’s like you were waiting for me.” He spoke. 

“What makes you think I was waiting for you, Mr. Big Ego?” you managed to tease, even though you were pretty sure you had no room to talk since you were letting a stranger see you in all your glory.  

“Trust me. After this, you’ll be happy it was me who found you.” He smirked up at you from below, a sight that sent you spiraling, before he quite literally dove off the deep end. 

As Bakugo pressed his mouth between your legs, his tongue giving a quick lick, he felt your legs quiver as a loud moan escaped you. Fuck, you tasted like heaven on his tongue. Bakugo gave you no time to recuperate from his initial contact, immediately beginning to devour you.  

While his tongue licked up and down your folds, you were fighting to hold in your pleasure-filled noises. He knew what he was doing, and your legs were already shaking from him having barely done anything. “Holy... holy shit.” you breathed out, reaching your hand down to let your fingers twist in his hair. His tongue found your clit, taking it in his mouth quickly like a man starved, sending electricity through your body. “If you don’t stop...” 

“I want you to cum on my face first, sweetheart.” His voice was muffled, but his words had an impact on you nonetheless. Soon after his request, you felt him tease your entrance with his fingers, almost sending you right over the edge. “Are you going to cum on my fingers? Or should I continue to just use my mouth?” 

“P-please, fuck me with your fingers.” you whimpered, bucking your hips with desire. “I want to c-cum.” 

Bakugo smirked as he slid two fingers past your entrance, feeling your tight walls clench around them. He was now silently hoping you were on birth control so he could feel it on his cock in a minute. His mouth found your clit again, sucking and nibbling at the bud as he began to pump two fingers in and out of you.  

He could tell you were close; you'd stopped talking at this point and your hips began to spasm as your knees shook. With the fervent need to taste you, he continued drilling into you as he became relentless on your clit.  

“Fuck, yes cum f’ me.” He demanded, and you felt that chord within you snap. His free arm wrapped around your leg to hold you up as you gave in, riding out your orgasm with his face still between your legs.  

When you felt like you could breathe again, you let out a shaky, “Holy fuck.”  

But before you could say anything else, he stood up and kissed you before he even wiped off his mouth. you could taste herself on his lips and the thought drove you wild. you let his tongue tease yours in your mouth as he finally allowed you to begin unbuckling his belt. He helped you get it off before unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down himself, along with his boxers. 

Bakugo noticed how your red-tinged cheeks became even more prominent once your gaze met his dick. He placed his hands on his hip with a smirk, asking, “Do you like what you see?” 

you could feel your walls clenching at the sight of him. Forget the orgasm you just had, you wanted him inside of you right now. “Shut up and fuck me. I’m on birth control so just get on with it.” you demanded, sounding needy, and he responded quickly. 

He grabbed your thighs and lifted you off the ground, pushing you against the glass shower wall once again and wrapping your legs around his waist. With one hand holding you, he pumped himself a couple of times with the other before positioning himself at your entrance. “Don’t forget, you asked for this.” He whispered as he buried his face in your neck before plunging himself into you without hesitation.  

Bakugo swore to heaven and hell once he felt your walls tighten around him in response. It was too good, and he found himself teetering on the edge already. Thank the universe you were on birth control so he could feel every inch of you swallowing him. He felt your previous orgasm covering his dick, making it easier to begin sliding in and out of you. Each time he pulled out and entered again he shivered at the pleasure building up in his body. 

you were a mess at this point. His dick felt too good inside of you to even be real; you couldn’t help the noises that escaped your mouth as his hips thrust into yours while he sucked on your neck, no doubt leaving more marks for you to find tomorrow. “I-if you keep fucking me like that, you’re gonna make me cum again.” you whined, while he only continued to drive himself further into you, hitting all the right spots.  

“Let me feel you cum on me. P-please, cum with me inside of you.” He groaned into your skin as he began moving his hips faster, snapping into yours with force.  

The next time he bit down on your neck, you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you again, drowning you in your release.  

Bakugo felt your walls clamp around him, sending him over the edge with you. His cock strained with his orgasm as he pumped deeper into you, filling you to the brim as he came. He felt like it was the longest orgasm he’d ever had, maybe even never-ending as he panted into your neck. While he was a little embarrassed at how long he’d lasted, it just felt too damn good.  

“Holy shit,” you said while trying to catch your breath. Bakugo could only nod in agreement, at a loss for words from what he’d just experienced.  

When he pulled out and gently set you back on her feet, you swayed a little bit before feeling his arms catch you. “That was...” He panted; his eyes half-lidded as he looked at you. For a moment, you wished you had asked his name, but then deemed it too complicated realizing you would probably never see him again.  

“Do you think anyone heard?” you asked him as you became aware of where you were and who all could be around.  

“With how loud your mouth was, I'm sure they did.” Bakugo teased while grabbing a washcloth to wipe himself clean before handing it to you so you could do the same. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we went back downstairs and found that people were staring.” 

“For what it’s worth, I don’t normally do this. You caught me in a time of need.” you tried explaining away the fact that you'd just done something dirty in someone else’s bathroom. However, you didn’t regret it one bit, as your body still felt more satisfied than it had ever been. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled at you as he shrugged. “I don’t normally do this type of thing either.” 

Before you could muster up the courage to ask his name, you heard your phone buzzing wildly from the counter. When you grabbed it, you read numerous text messages from your friends, all asking where you'd gone. “Well, we better get back to the party. Do you want to go out first and I’ll wait or vice versa?”  

Bakugo fought internally with himself, trying to decide if it was worth it to ask for your number. He wanted to see you again, do this with you again, but from the way you had talked, he got the hint that you wanted it to be written off experience. “You go ahead, I’ll clean myself up better before I come out.”  

you nodded, reaching for the doorknob but pausing. “If you have any desire to find me after this, my name is y/n. y/n l/n.” And before he could respond, you opened the door and left.  

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Link to Kirishima x reader here

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救けて勝つ 勝って救ける 最高のヒーローになれるんだ

You can save and win, you can win and save and become the greatest heroes.

SO we all know how much Katsuki Bakugo loves giving his classmates nicknames, but I’m having a hard time coming up with a nickname he’d give my OC. Suggestions would be MUCH LOVED PLEASE.

Also, they’re pretty friendly with each other even though he won’t admit it… typical Bakugo. Kirishima calls her Ems.

Here’s my girl Emi:

i don’t believe that bkdk didn’t really communicate during these eight years, in fact i believe that bakugou was the only one checking up on izuku frequently. imagine him talking to izuku about how his day was when katsuki is literally about to explode cuz hatsume and david shield made a shit ton of progress in their plan. imagine him wanting to tell deku everything but being unable to cuz he doesn’t want to get deku’s hopes up. so bakugou is forced to be silent about everything even tho he sees how unhappy deku is and he really really really wants to make him feel better. IMAGINE HOW HE FELT WHEN THEY FINALLY FINISHED THE PROJECT AND HE COULD FINALLY GIVE IZUKU HIS DREAM BACK. IM NOT NORMAL. HELP.

hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in this y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, eventual smut warning as I'm planning for this to come in parts

index part one | part three

part two word count: 1,357

“y/n what do you want from the soba place down the street? I’m placing an order for all of us.” Yuji was kind enough to let you stay at his place, and that was all you asked, but you had no idea he’d go to great lengths to make you feel at home during your stay.

“get me the kitsune soba, I heard they actually have good tofu.” you respond, not looking up from your phone. “how much do I owe you, I’ll send you the money now before you pay.”

a stray pillow smacks you in the side of the face suddenly, causing you to finally look up at Yuji sitting on the other end of the couch. “it’s on me, and don’t you dare think about looking up the prices and sending me the money anyways, because I will kick you out.”

you feign hurt feelings, even sticking your lip out to pout. “oh Yuji, how could you? you would kick me out on the streets, a poor defenseless girl?” you whine, tilting your head to add to the effect.

“if you try paying for your dinner then yes.” he points a stern finger at you. “don’t test me.”

“I’m sure y/n could make some good money on the streets.” Sukuna’s sudden voice startles you, and you look to the kitchen to find him standing by the fridge. is he serious right now?

“I don’t know, Sukuna. all those tattoos and I’d think women would be fighting each other to pay for your shitty services.” you bite back. you knew Sukuna was demeaning towards women, but towards you? his brother’s best friend? not going to lie, kind of stung a little.

your retaliation made him shut the fridge door and begin to stalk over the where you sat, his eyes narrowed. “oh, shitty services huh? wanna put your money where your mouth it?” he threatened, leaning onto the arm of the couch, thus towering over you.

“I don’t know, I’m not sure I could find a spare quarter sitting around. that’s what it costs for your services right?” your eyes locked with his, finding a challenge behind them. “I’m sure I could find some in this couch right now, Suki.”

at the sound of that nickname, you watch his nostrils flare slightly. “well start digging, y/n. I’m waiting.” and that was that. the final dig, to see if you’d continue playing his game.

“Sukuna, what do you want from the soba place?” Yuji interrupted, his voice somewhat tense. you’d almost forgotten he was here.

the older brother’s eyes didn’t tear away from yours before he said “I’m going out. don’t wait up.” with his response, he pushed off the couch and went straight out the front door, letting out a huff before slamming it.

“what the fuck is his deal? how did you get the nice genes?” you sighed, leaning back onto the cushion and returning to your phone. Yuji didn’t say anything, just stared at you silently. you finally noticed, turning to question him. “what, did I do something wrong?”

“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you stand up to Sukuna with confidence.” before you could respond, he started slow clapping, causing you to laugh. you bow repeatedly, soaking it in. “superb performance. ten out of ten.”

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After the food was delivered, you and Yuji sat on the couch to watch anime while eating. you fought over whether Bakugo or Midorya was the better character in My Hero Academia over and over, neither of you wanting to concede in your opinion. occasionally you had to smack his hand away from trying to sneak a bite from your food before you finally gave in and handed him the rest when you couldn’t finish it. the man was like a vacuum, you were terrified he’d eat your finger if you let him.

at some point in your heated character debates, Choso came home. Yuji tried to invite him to join but he said nothing and went upstairs to his room, blaring music following shortly.

you had tried to continue through the next episode, but you were getting more and more annoyed about not being able to hear the show over that damn noise. “is he going to turn it down ever? or blow his eardrums out?” you ask Yuji, but he just shrugs. “fine, then I’m taking care of it.”

you stormed up the stairs and straight to the black haired boys door, not hesitating to bang on it. when you received no response, you started hitting it harder, until finally the door swung open. Choso stood in the doorway, hair down and wearing nothing but sweatpants. sure, normally you’d get flustered but this time you were pissed off.

“where the hell are your manners?” you start, poking his bare chest with your pointer finger roughly. “we are trying to watch a damn show and I can’t even hear it over your music! I’m missing the best parts because you couldn’t care if you go deaf!”

he only stared back at you, mouth agape.

“turn it down, and don’t you dare make me come back up here.” you threatened before turning around to storm off. before you begin down the stairs, you turn around and point your finger at him again. “I will kick your ass.”

when you returned downstairs, Yuji was whistling and looking out the window, not wanting to meet your gaze.

“what? do you want to be next?” you asked him, your tone warning.

“nope, no way. you’re scary when you’re assertive.” Yuji responded, shaking his head and resuming the episode you were on. you took your seat back on the couch with a huff as you crossed your arms. you weren’t that scary, right?

evidently, just scary enough to only hear low music from Choso’s room the rest of the night, even after you’d gone to bed.

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the next morning, you were making yourself breakfast when Choso showed his face. “can I enter the kitchen or should I stand here in silence?” he asked you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

you chuckled before responding, “of course, Cho. it’s your house, and I’m sorry I yelled at you last night. Sukuna had me on edge already and then with your music it was like I was losing my mind.”

“what did that asshole do this time?” Choso questioned as he leaned against the bar.

“just being a jerk as usual, testing boundaries like he does.” you told him, rolling your eyes as you scraped your scrambled eggs onto a plate. as you took a bite, Choso watched you intently. “what?”

“do I need to beat him up?” he asked, his face dead serious.

“oh, no!” you shook your head quickly, holding your hands up in front of you. “first of all, it wouldn’t do any good. second, I don’t want to have to patch up whoever is on the losing end.”

Choso only hummed in response before reaching over and grabbing a bit of your eggs with his fingers. he was too fast for you to smack his hand away, leaving you to follow his hand to where he was now putting the bite into his mouth and licking his lips. [you really should stop blushing; man was just trying to eat.]

“keep your dirty mitts off my food.” you teased, pushing your plate out of his reach.

“or what?” you paused at his words, trying to decide if you were going to compare him to Sukuna or just let yourself have a heart attack.

“or…” you desperately tried to come up with a witty comeback. “or, I’m stealing the speakers from your room.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Choso replied, a smirk playing on his lips as he reached for another morsel off your plate. this time, you were faster and smacked his hand. “oy!’

“if you’re hungry I’ll make you some eggs but stop eating with your damn hands.” you told him, and as you turned to grab ingredients you could hear him stealing your plate instead. well… there goes all your hard work.