It Is August My Dudes

'Open When' Letters From Bakugo

Open when you're insecure

Tch, what the hell are you doubting yourself for? Seriously, it pisses me off when you act like you’re not good enough. You think I’d stick around if you were some weak, useless idiot? Get a grip.

You’re stronger than you think. Smarter, too. You’ve got this fire in you that I see even when you don’t. And yeah, I know I’m not great at saying this crap, but I mean it. You’re not allowed to tear yourself down, got it?

You’re with me for a reason. I don’t waste my time on people who don’t matter, and you sure as hell matter to me. So stop letting those stupid doubts creep in and take over. You’re better than that.

-Katsuki

P.S. If I hear you putting yourself down again, I’ll kick your ass—out of love, obviously.

For the two anons!!!! The outfits were the strongest pastel couple vibes and I refuse to believe they’re not on a cute pastel date

addicted to you

summary: Kirishima Eijiro's pretty positive he’s going to hell. You can’t listen to your buddy’s girlfriend cum that many times and not be on a one-way ticket to the fiery pits of doom. When he's at the end of his rope, one night might change the dynamic of his relationship with you. pairing: bakugou x reader x kirishima wc: 1.6k content warnings: smut mdni, threesome dynamics, fem!reader, dirty talk, degradation, voyeurism, oral, m!receiving, kirishima's raging size kink

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"Oh god, Kats..."

It should be fucking illegal for walls to be this thin, Kirishima thinks, staring up at his ceiling, willing his dick to soften. This is the fifth night in a row that he’s heard your guts getting rearranged by his best friend, and it’s starting to take a toll on the pro hero.

“Yeah, baby? Too much for ya?”

A soft groan emits from Kirishima’s throat at the high-pitched whine you make in response.

It’s not gentlemanly of him at all, but he pictures how gorgeous your face must look right now, mouth hanging open, eyes rolled up in your head—

"Not enough," he hears you shoot back.

He slams the pillow over his face and rolls onto his belly, rutting his dick across the mattress in one long drag.

Fuck.

When he first heard you two have sex, he really tried to do the respectable thing and not listen, he swears. When noise-canceling headphones didn't cut it, he went on long walks the minute you and Bakugou disappeared behind closed doors. It’s made for some very awkward late-night convenience store runs.

He lifts the pillow from his face. No noises sound from next door. He sighs. Time to address the raging cockstand in his pants, then.

The fantasy he conjures is familiar, well-worn. He starts in the middle this time, at the part where you’re already gagging on his dick, eyes welling with tears as be bullies his cock down your throat.

Kirishima grabs the lube from his nightstand and coats his palm. His hips buck into his hand as he works himself up and down, idly wondering how much of him you'd be able to take. He hates it, but the thought of your face scrunching up as you struggle to fit him all the way in shreds his sanity to ribbons.

"Kiri?" your voice sounds through the door while his hand is mid-stroke on his cock.

It’s like he summoned you.

"Yeah?" Even that minor syllable sounds like he’s fucking drugged.

"Can I come in please?"

His eyes bug out of his head. Are you fucking serious?

"Just a minute!" he shouts, shucking up his sweatpants and toweling off the mess between his thighs.

He hears Bakugou’s voice next. "Just let us in, idiot, she’s gotta ask you something."

Shit.

Shit shit shit shit—

He’s gonna die tonight. You’re probably outside thinking he’s a digusting pervert, in here fucking jerking off to you—what was he thinking?

Apparently not even the panic can make his dick cooperate though. He tucks it into the waistband of his pants and prays for a swift end.

When he opens the door, he expects to dodge a punch. But you’re standing there in a see-through red teddy, and all semblance of thought goes out the window.

“Did you finally hear me this time, Kiri?”

Huh?

He’s pretty sure he just splutters. Bakugou barks out a laugh behind you. "Told you this dummy was in denial, pretty girl."

His brain stumbles. "You wanted me to hear?"

You let out a husky giggle that goes straight to his groin. If possible, he gets harder.

"I like how you watch me, Kiri," you admit, eyes darting to his lips. His mouth goes dry. "I keep thinking about how you’d touch me."

He balls his hands into fists at his side to keep from hauling you onto his bed. "This is something you two have talked about?"

Bakugou has the audacity to look annoyed. "Doesn’t take a fuckin’ genius to figure it out. You’re always starin’ at her. Besides," he runs a hand straight down your back; you shiver and lean back into him. "Can’t deny this sweet thing much."

The good thing about being a pro hero is that you learn to adapt to situations quickly. Kirishima's brain is spinning with this new information, but he’s reacting before he realizes it, hand reaching out for your waist.

Your nipples tighten—he wants his tongue on them, sucking through the lace. He looks to Bakugou, but the man’s just sauntering into the room, settling into the desk chair with his legs kicked out, gray sweatpants tented.

“Go on, then.” He palms his cock. “Make her feel good like you’ve been wanting.”

Kirishima doesn’t need to be told twice. He picks you up and arranges you both on the bed, your thighs draped over his hips. You’re soaking wet; he can feel the slick dripping from your pussy fall on his stomach.

He’s so hard it hurts.

You’re not much better off, whimpering and rutting in his lap like a bitch in heat.

"Touch me, Kiri, please," you say, nosing at his neck and sucking on his pulse point. "Need your big hands on me."

God, you even beg cute.

His hands span up your back, pressing your tits into his chest and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You groan into his mouth, hands tangling in his hair, tugging at the strands.

"Wild little thing, aren’t you, baby?" Kirishima chuckles when you glare at him. "No judgment here, I fucking love it. Been listenin' to you long enough to have an idea of how you like it."

He looks over at Bakugou. "You just gonna watch?"

"Gotta make sure you do it right, Shitty-hair," he grits out, fist moving up and down. “Ya already need me to step in?”

Kirishima laughs under his breath. "Fuck you too, asshole." He cradles your face in one hand, tilting your lips up to his. "Come here, princess, let me see how hard I can make you cum, huh? Harder than he does?"

One breath against your clit and you’d probably scream for him right now. He can't help but puff out his chest a little at the thought.

Clothing comes off in a flurry. Every inch of skin exposed is a fucking godsend, more for him to touch, to caress.

When his cock bobs in between your bodies, he swears your mouth goes slack.

"Oh, Kiri," you breathe out, wrapping your hands around him. "You didn’t tell me you had such a pretty dick.” He chokes and rolls his hips into your fist. "You’re big, too. I don’t know if you’ll fit all the way."

He grunts. "Fuck baby, you can’t say shit like that to me, drives me fuckin’ crazy—"

The smile you give him is sinful. "I know." You shut him up by undulating your hips, sliding your pussy folds along the head of his cock.

"She's a little brat, Kiri, don't be afraid to put her in her place," Kirishima hears Bakugou say in the background. His voice is strained, husky. Both of you moan at the sound.

"Is that right, princess?" He nips at your mouth. "You think I'll give you whatever you want?"

You nod, the sweetest whine falling from your lips as he starts to inch his dick inside your quivering hole. You're so tight it's like your pussy can't decide if it wants to suck him in or spit it out.

"Stay fucking still," he growls, hold fast and hard on your hips. You squeal at his tone, gasping as he stretches you open, working the tip in and out.

Your hands scrabble at the sheets, his forearms, anything. He just holds you in place as your cunt gets sloppier and sloppier, lewd squelching noises filling the room.

"Kiri please just fuck me. Please, I've been thinking about it for weeks now—"

Bakugou kneels on the side of the mattress.

"You're mouthy tonight, baby. All because you're showing off for him?" He taps the side of your mouth. "Let's put that mouth to better use, yeah?"

If Kirishima wasn't about to bust his load, he sure as fuck is now, watching you greedily suck his best friend's dick as he works his into your sopping wet core.

When he finally bottoms out, the sound you make is pornographic, throat stuffed up with dick, humming out your pleasure...

"God that's so fucking hot, baby, look at you." He sets a rough, steady pace. Your tits bounce as your throat works to take Bakugou. Drool trickles down your chin; he wipes it away and squeezes your neck. It's driving him crazy, watching your tongue and lips work in tandem. "Takin' dick so well, there's a good girl."

Bakugou has a tight grip on the headboard, veins straining in his neck.

"Fuckin' hell, I'm close. Pinch her clit, Eiji, that'll make her cum quick. Get her there for me, let me see her fuckin' scream."

Kirishima rolls your bud between his fingers, and sure enough, your pussy starts clamping down on him. His rhythm gets erractic, wild. All he can think about is the sticky wet rush of slick between your legs, your channel milking his cock like you'd been waiting for weeks for it—

Bakugou slides out of your mouth with an obscene pop, spitting into his palm. "Dirty little slut, love getting used, don't ya?"

Kirishima keeps working your clit, dick jumping inside you. "There's our pretty girl, doing so well. Where do you want me to cum, honey? Can I cum here?"

He presses down on your tummy and pinches your clit at the same time. Slick gushes out of you.

"Cum in her, Kiri," he hears Bakugou bark out, hand speeding up. "I'll clean it up later, just wanna see you both cum with your dick in her."

It's embarassing, but that's really all he needs to hear before he's coming the hardest he ever has, cock twitching and pumping seed into you as Bakugou spends onto your tits.

Your own orgasm takes you over, bowing your back off the bed, mouth hanging open as incoherent babble falls from your lips. Kirishima fucks you through it, each small tremor of your subsequent orgasms like jolts of lightning.

He's pretty sure he knows the answer when he asks, "We get to do that again, right?"

You look at Bakugou, who just smirks. "Won't get rid of us that easily."

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YOU'RE SO VAIN!

"are you trying to flirting with me?"

"... did i make it too obvious?"

despite being a hopeless romantic, y/n has never truly experienced love in her life. stuffing her face in romance book, or sobbing to rom-com movies were her way of experiencing something she never had. but what happens when she comes across a fiery, blunt boy, whose flirty comments fly straight over her head?

bakugou x fem! reader

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status: ongoing

content: modern high school au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, first person pov in reader's perspective, third person pov in bakugou's perspective, ooc bakugou sometimes

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i. who i am

ii. take my hand and drive me head-first

iii. so pretty, it hurts

iv. do i like her? no definitely

v. you're so vain

vi. the way you smile

vii. crazy over you

viii. find yourself

ix. sitting alone

x. you'll never change

xi. alone again

xii. one more night

xiii. won't run away this time

THE END.

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HIGH & DRY | PT 2

another blunt, another step over the blurred lines between friendship and romance. read part one here

it’s been a few weeks. maybe longer.

you realized that time gets weird when you’re trying to avoid something you’re not ready to name, with someone you’re not used to being apart from.

but, inevitably, here you are - same bedroom, same lazy sun slicing through the blinds, same warm smoke swirling through the air.

the awkward tension, though? that’s new.

you’re sitting beside hamzah again, shoulders touching, thighs close but not overlapping. a fresh blunt hangs from his lips as he flicks the lighter alive - this’ll be your second, and you both went heavy on the first - to make up for lost time, maybe.

he takes a long drag, leans his head back, and exhales slow. the wisp of smoke curls above your head.

“been thinkin’ about last time,” he says suddenly, voice rough.

you slowly blink, letting the words sink in. hesitantly, you turn your head to look at him. “yeah?” you reply vaguely.

he glances at you from the corner of his eye, but doesn’t fully look at you. “yeah.”

you take the blunt when he silently offers it to you, your fingers brushing during the exchange. you bring it to your mouth, inhale, then hold it in.

“what part?” you ask quietly.

“c’mon,” he scoffs, the hint of smirk ghosting across his lips. “you know what part.”

you do. you definitely know.

but you exhale slowly like it’s nothing, letting the smoke pour from your lips. “we didn’t even do anything.” you mutter.

hamzah fully turns toward you now, his body angled, one arm slung over the back of the bed. his eyes are deeply red and half-lidded, but still focused.

“exactly,” he says lowly. “that’s the problem. that’s why i can’t stop thinking about it.”

your pulse skips. you shift a little, not enough to make a scene, but he notices anyway. he always does.

“we could, uh..” he pauses, biting the inside of his cheek. “not do anything again.”

you raise your brows.

he clears his throat. “like - you could just sit on me.”

you blink, a hint of confusion crossing your countenance.

“on my.. y’know,” he clarifies, gesturing vaguely to his lap. “just sit, nothin’ else. i won’t even move.”

“that’s not ‘nothing,’” you say, lips curving slightly upwards at his twisted logic.

“but it’s not sex,” he argues. “not technically.”

you narrow your eyes at him, but you’re fully grinning now. “you sound really dumb right now.”

he shrugs. “we’re already high. we’re allowed to be dumb.”

you hold the blunt out to him, eyes sharp. “but what happens when you can’t sit still?”

his smile spreads lazily across his face as he takes it back from you. “dunno. we’ll see.”

you’re straddling him a few minutes later, slowly sinking onto his cock with a soft, shared breath like you’re both easing into warm water.

his hands are on your thighs, steadying you as you take him in, inch by inch. you feel full immediately, your breath catching in your throat as you settle against him.

you’re both still clothed. his sweats are shoved down just enough. your underwear and shorts are lazily tugged aside.

but you’re skin to skin where it counts.

he’s thick and warm inside you, and you don’t move. neither does he.

you just sit there, bodies molded into each other like it’s natural, like this is just another way to be high together. like this is just something that best friends do on occasion.

hamzah leans back against the wall, head tilted up, exhaling smoke slowly past his parted lips. “holy fuck.”

you laugh quietly, resting your hands on his chest. “you good?”

he looks at you hazy, red-rimmed eyes. “yeah. s’just..” he trails off, swallowing hard. “really warm.”

you reach for the blunt, take another hit, pass it back. he accepts it from your fingers like a ritual, and smokes while he’s inside you.

you two are just smoking together, per usual.

the only difference is that his cock is pressing into you so deeply, your mind is starting to melt.

minutes pass, exactly like that. slow and hazy. you manage to stay still - both of you are too high to rush, too obsessed with the strange intimacy of it all.

until he shifts.

just a little. barely a flex of his hips.

it still makes you gasp involuntarily, your teeth instinctively pinching down on your bottom lip.

“accident,” he mutters, his gaze fixated on your mouth. “kinda.” he adds with a teasing grin.

your narrow your eyes at him, furrowing your brows in frustration. “don’t do that.”

he smirks again, a clear sign that he’s not going to listen to you. and then - of course - directly opposing your wishes, he does it again.

it’s a slow, controlled roll of his hips that has your breath lodged in your throat and your thighs clenching around him.

“hamzah.” you hiss, sucking in a sharp inhale though your clenched teeth.

“not movin’,” he muses, even as his hands grip your ass and roll you down into him again.

the blunt’s long gone now, fizzled out somewhere in the ashtray - forgotten, just like your original agreement to stay still.

now he’s actually fucking into you, slow and deep, your bodies flush, sticky, and buzzing with heat.

your head falls onto his shoulder, your breath shaky in his ear. “you’re a fuckin’ liar,” you whisper, even as you grind down onto him without thinking.

he’s breathing heavy, and his voice comes out small. “still don’t think this counts as sex.”

you’re about to reply when your phone starts vibrating, the noise rattling through the air.

you both freeze. a name lights up across your screen: mandy.

your eyes widen. hamzah simply grins, evil and amused.

“answer it.” he whispers.

you shake your head immediately. “no, are you crazy?”

“c’mon,” he coaxes, thrusting up just once, sharp and slow.

you gasp, your free hand scrambling for your phone on the bedside table while your other one grips at the fabric of his hoodie. “fuck. you’re such an asshole.”

“answer it,” he repeats in a murmur against your neck, the same teasing edge evident in his tone. “and keep your fuckin’ voice down.”

begrudgingly, you hit accept and hold your phone to your ear.

“hey!” mandy chirps, way too loud for the situation you’re currently in. “we’re still going to brunch tomorrow, right?”

hamzah fucks up into you again.

your mouth falls open but no sound comes out. you weakly clear your throat. “y-yeah. yeah, for sure..”

his hand slides up your back beneath your shirt, the other gripping your hip as he moves again. you slap your hand over your mouth, stifling a moan.

“babe, are you okay? you sound out of breath.”

“i’m fine,” you breathe out, trying to not give away the fact that hamzah’s pushing into you at a pace that’s making your thighs tremble.

“okay, cool!” mandy’s voice is all sunshine on the other end of the phone. “you good with our normal place? i got us a reservation already.”

you shudder and squeak out, “perfect, that’s-” hamzah thrusts deeper in the middle of your sentence. “mmh! - perfect..”

“are you sure you’re okay?” mandy asks again.

“i’m - yeah, i’m-”

hamzah does it again and you whimper, digging your nails into his shoulder with a glare. he simply laughs, leaning in to press a kiss to your neck.

“m-mandy, i gotta go,” you gasp. “uh, it’s.. an emergency. love you, bye.”

you hang up before she can say anything else, dropping your phone on the bed.

hamzah’s immediately moving again, his hands locked on your hips, his mouth dragging down your throat.

neither of you are pretending anymore.

he’s deep inside you, rhythm getting rougher, breath getting heavier, when it hits you - how close that just was.

your hand is still shaking from the phone call, your skin buzzing, but the high is starting to twist into something sharper.

anxiety. awareness.

you pull back just slightly, your hands pressing against his chest. “shit.”

hamzah doesn’t stop right away - he’s too far gone, hips still grinding up into you, but your voice brings him back a little. “what?”

you look at him, heart hammering now for a totally different reason. “she knew something was off. if i’d messed up any more..”

he swallows, blinking quickly like he’s trying to sober up. “yeah. yeah, okay, you’re right. fuck.”

his hands slide off your hips slowly, like he’s just realizing how far he let himself go. you stay where you are for a second longer, still straddling him, still full of him - but now you’re both frozen still.

“we really almost got caught. again.” you whisper, staring at him.

he laughs sheepishly under his breath. “yeah. that would’ve been.. bad. martin already saw us last time.”

you finally lift yourself off him, legs shaking slightly, and collapse beside him in a warm, hazy heap. neither of you say anything for a moment.

then hamzah mutters, “mandy’s totally gonna interrogate you.”

you let out a breathless laugh, covering your flushed face with one hand. “trust me, i know.”

xoxo giulia

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