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myballsyourballs · 1 year

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This just came in mind

Katsuki deku and todoroki reactions to seeing reader really bad injured.

Ok so they fighting a villain, and on the end of the battle the construction that they were inside starts to break in pieces. And the reader didn't managed to get out in time. (reader is not dead just badly injured)

(So sorry if it's hard to understand my english still need to be polished 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️)

fatality

bakugou, midoriya (seperate) x m! reader

genre: angsty(?) drabbles

warnings: description of injury

notes: i assumed this was seperate- i hope i didnt get that wrong 😭 also, if you don't specify gender im probably going to make it gn or male (which i did here) and i am SO sorry for not including todoroki — i didn’t know how to characterise him for something like this, and i honestly just need to churn out fics rn. thanks for requesting!

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bakugou !

The building erupted into flames, orange and yellow tendrils licking at the sides of rotting concrete walls. Slowly, the cement broke, anything stable soon collapsing into a dusty heap of rock.

Bakugou called out. There was no answer.

He kept running. There was so much smoke. His eyes scanned the remains around him frantically, in contrast to his seemingly calm exterior. He felt like he was in shock. His expression was blank, completely devoid of any emotion -- except his eyes. Unadulterated panic swam in his red irises, molars clacking together as Bakugou clenched his jaw. He swallowed thickly.

"Zero! We need to get out of here -- it's not stable!" He faintly registered Kirishima yelling out to him. Nothing's breaking anymore. It's stable enough. Bakugou knew he was only trying to make himself feel better at this point.

"[L/N]'s in here." He said softly, hands stilling by his sides as he observed the concrete around him.

"Grou-- Bakugou, come on!"

He spotted you.

A hand, one that was definitely yours, peeked underneath a thick slab of rectangular-shaped rock that was laying on top of you. There was some other concrete that rested beneath it which prevented it from completely weighing on you, but your left arm wasn't so lucky. Bakugou rushed forward, gripping the edge of the slab with calloused fingers and pulling it up with a groan. Once it was far enough from you, he let out explosions from his palms, ignoring the ache and slight burn he felt in doing so.

The concrete slab slammed against the ground beside you, vibrations ringing out in a low rumble — unheard over the high-pitched ringing in Bakugou’s ears. No, no, no no no…

Your body lay on the ground, blood pouring in a slow drip from a head wound located on the side of your temple. Your arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and your face was covered in soot. Bakugou felt the sting of bile at the back of his throat. A torn hero suit revealed a large burn — 3rd degree — that traced the expanse of your stomach. 2nd degree burns littered your arms and chest, though your face and legs were left mostly clear.

“Get a medic!” he called out, voice raspy from smoke inhalation.

There was silence. He looked back, meeting the eyes of Kirishima, who was still in shock, standing with his eyes trained on your unconscious body.

"I SAID GET A FUCKING MEDIC!"

Red Riot startled, stumbling backwards and towards where the ambulances were soon arriving, exiting the cloud of smoke.

His fists clenched against the ground beside your head, body rocking back and forth. He couldn’t move you. It was too risky. What if you had broke your neck? Got a concussion? Brain damage? Broken your skull? Amnesia? Hematoma? Paralysed, seizures, coma—

“Ground Zero!” A voice called — unfamiliar this time. Kirishima seemed to have left. Bakugou raised his head slightly, red eyes peering at a figure approaching from the smoke. “We need you to step away. We’re taking him to the hospital.”

Wordlessly, Bakugou reluctantly pulled his arms from beside your head. More figures approached from the cloud of dust and smoke, carrying a stretcher between them. They checked your pulse, announcing it was there, but faint. He watched numbly as they wrapped a precautionary brace around your neck, steadying your head as they transferred you to the stretcher.

Bakugou followed them out, feeling like he was on autopilot. You had a pulse. You were alive.

He didn't leave your side.

midoriya !

"[Y/N]!"

Midoriya skidded to a stop next to your stretcher, collapsing to his knees with tears already streaming down his cheeks. He slid an arm around your waist, and a palm to the back of your head. "You're okay, you're okay..."

Your eyes settled onto his, hazy. Midoriya let out a relieved laugh that soon dissolved into sobs. Your eyelids felt heavy. You wanted to sleep. "...I'm... okay," you said, voice raspy. "It's okay..."

"You w--weren't! There was-- there was blood, and--"

"Izuku," you murmured gently, his eyes snapping to yours. "I'm okay," you repeated. You raised a hand, gently stroking his jaw, watching in silence as his lower lip trembled.

"...I can't lose you."

"You won't. You haven't."

He dipped his head, shoulders shaking once more as sobs wracked his body. Plumes of smoke poured out of the building in the distance, the wail of sirens faint. Midoriya buried his head into your chest, worn out and emotions a tangled mess.

The fight from before didn't seem to last long after you had gotten injured. It's odd, though, the contrast you see now. After you had been thrown back by the villain and broken your leg, Midoriya was first not upset. Well, underneath his exterior he probably was, but outside of that?

Midoriya was furious.

He was seething with rage, a rage that could rival even Bakugou's. It was... rather odd to see. The fight didn't last long after that. Midoriya delt with the villain, and ran straight to the stretcher you had been put on.

Your calloused fingers ran through his hair, brushing out any knots and shaking off the dust. His breathing was less ragged now -- though he was still limp against your chest. Kneeling on the ground. That looks uncomfortable. "Don't you wanna grab a chair? Your knees are going to hurt..." you mumbled quietly, voice only a gently rumble.

Midoriya tightened his arm around your waist.

No, then. You continued to guide your fingers through his hair, your other hand gently laid over his shoulders.

A throat cleared.

You turned your head quickly, wincing and letting out a small hiss when the movement caused your headache to increase while your vision blurred.

A paramedic stood there, her face patient. "There's an ambulance ready for you now," she paused, contemplative. "Hero Deku, you're welcome to tag along."

Midoriya's head lifted, green curls bouncing as he nodded his head.

"Great. If you're good to go, we'll get you going now."

"Yeah," you murmured breathily, eyes threatening to close. "...yeah, I'm good."

The paramedic, who was now rolling your stretcher to the ambulance with Midoriya trailing at your side, pursed her lips before she spoke again. "Please keep your eyes open, sir. You can sleep when we get to the hospital."

You sighed, head lolling as you turned it to the opposite direction of her. "M'fine. The guy... before... he told me not to sleep, too," you faltered, eyes feeling heavy.

“[Y/N]?” Midoriya murmured, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. His eyes widened as yours slipped shut. “Hey, [Y/N]!”

He never let go of your hand.

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aizawasnumberonefan · 9 months

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here have this garbage brain rot i wrote because i’m lonely

not proofread, not really thought through, just bakugo cuddle hours

“HEY!”

“What.” you reply, clearly annoyed. You sit up in bed and yawn, squinting at your phone to see who called you. “Denks, you know it’s like four in the morning and I have a midterm tomorrow right? What could possibly be so important that you’re risking my A in economics?”

Kaminari giggles over the line and you can practically see his flushed face, swaying and drunk at whatever party he’s at. “Well fuck you too.” He giggles and ends the call.

For a brief moment, you consider laying back down and going back to sleep before groaning and calling him back.

“Yeeeees?” Denki replies and you can hear the amused grin on his face as well as the booming music in the background.

“What, what do you need? A ride? Some food? Spit it out.” Normally you wouldn’t cop an attitude with him but considering the circumstances, you feel perfectly justified to as you slide out of bed to put on shoes.

“Kacchan got too drunk and Ei wanted me to call you cuz he said I’m a-“ you hear grappling before Kirishima’s voice speaks. “Sorry, he got away from me for a second. I was about to call you: Bakubro is drunk and needs a ride home. I would be able to give him one but I think Sparky is going to be a handful tonight.” He states, after which you hear an offended “heyyy!” from Denki in the back.

“Yeah of course, just send me the address and I’ll be there in five. But you owe me a coffee in the morning as a thank you before my midterm.”

You pull up in front of the house, hearing the music and the people from a block away. You spot Kirishima, Denki, and Bakugo standing on the lawn, the two latter using Kiri as support to stand. With Kirishima waving, Katsuki walks (stumbles) over to your car, leaning down to peer through the passenger side window.

“Hey princess.” He slurs with that signature smirk of his.

“Get in, dumbass.” You reach across the seat to push open the door and he stumbles before clumsily getting in.

The two of you had been in the same friend group for years, even before college, so you didn’t mind seeing him at his least inhibited and vice versa. The person you were a few years ago would be humiliated to be seen in pajamas with messy hair, literally fresh out of bed, but she had long since disappeared. The fact that you had a crush on Katsuki is old news. You’d told him your feelings and were rejected. It was rough for a while but you found your way back together as friends.

“Give me the aux.” Bakugo snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Absolutely not. Last time I let you pick music while you were drunk we listened to We Are The Champions by Queen on repeat for the rest of the night.”

“You suck.”

“You swallow.” You quip back with a smile.

Your friendship had become much closer than it had been before your confession, and part of you is grateful for that, but some deeply repressed part of your mind still dreams about life with him. All broad shoulders, tan skin, freckles along his pretty face and shoulders. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was mistakenly sent to Earth instead of heaven. Fortunately, you know all the nuances that make him, him. How he gets smiley and cocky most while drunk, how he still gets the steps to the macarena mixed up, how he refuses to admit that he likes his hair messed with but gets goosebumps every time you play with it, and how he sprawls out while spending time with those he cares about so that he can be touching his friends as much as possible. His tall, muscular frame and semi-permanent scowl implies that he is a different person than who he is while with you and the group.

“Are we going home?” He asks, words slurring together.

“We aren’t going to the North Pole.”

“Can I stay at yours tonight? You always take good care of meee.” He says, playing with the air conditioning.

“You can if you don’t play with the AC.” You reply, smiling as you grab his hand to put it back in his lap.

After a battle to drag Katsuki up the stairs, he’s finally face down on your sofa. You grab your hangover kit for him for when he wakes up, but as you go to set it down on the coffee table, he grips your wrist.

“Wanna stay with you tonight. Pleeeeeeeease?” He asks, vermillion eyes peering up at you from under the mop of blond hair.

“With me?”

He rolls over onto his back, his cheeks still flushed and appearance still a little rumpled after the party. “Your bed is cozier.”

“Only if you promise not to puke.”

A drunken “mhm” is murmured as he gets up, swaying slightly as he makes his way to your bedroom.

You make sure he’s cleaned up and has taken the appropriate medicine to ease his pain in the morning before letting him climb into the other side of your bed.

“Comfy?” You ask from the bathroom, brushing your teeth in the mirror.

“Mmmmmm.” Katsuki utters, his face buried in your pillow. He moves his head to the side to see you as you make your way to the bed. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” You reply, sliding into bed, instinctually scooting into his arms as you had during shared naps so many times before.

“You’re pretty.” He mumbles into your hair.

You let out an abrupt laugh, caught off guard. “You’re drunk.” You know that you weren’t dolled up, that you’d rolled out of bed, literally, before seeing him.

“Nuh uh,” Katsuki insists, leaning up over you on one arm. “You’re pretty.”

“Kats, you’re drunk. Lay back down and let’s sleep off that hangover of yours, okay?”

Pouting, he lets himself back down and pulls you tight to him. He gets a flush to his cheeks when drunk, but thankfully that means that you can’t tell when he’s blushing from being around you as well.

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katsus-world · 1 year

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Lil brain rot of Kirishima play fighting w you 😭‼️

Omg this man LOVES to play fight.

Idc what anyone says he’d love the way you try to attack him, going at his side to tickle him.

He loves the sound of your laughs, echoing off his dorm walls as he pins you to his bed.

His large figure dipping over you and his knee rests between your thighs.

Then his lips are showering you in pepper kisses.

Play fights a lot when y’all are in the talking stage

He thinks it’s cute how you “fight back”

Only if you’re comfortable ofc!

Most of the time he starts it, just think of you two joking around in his dorm and he says something stupid

You make fun of him (playfully obviously!) And he softly throws a pillow at you, hitting u in the face

You gasp dramatically and throw it back at him

Soon after y’all are having a pillow fight. He’s standing on his bed while beating you w the pillow.

“Kiri! Oh my god ima pee stop!” You laugh out as your pillow hits the ground. One hand on your lower stomach and the other one in the air trying to cover your face.

“You started this!” Blush bloomed on his cheeks as he stopped hitting you, pillow still in hand as he got off the bed.

“I didn’t you liar! Now lemme go pee real quick!” You rush to the bathroom, leaving the red head on his bed.

His eyes watch your figure rush to the bathroom, his stomach doing back flips as he looks at his bed.

“They have me whipped..” a sigh escapes his mouth and his hand swipes his face in embarrassment.

_______

Maybe I should do this w bakugou too 😭‼️

#liz writes #liz fucking talks #mha imagines #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #kirishima x y/n #kirishima eijirou #bnha kirishima #kirishima x gender neutral reader #kirishima eijiro x y/n #kirishima fluff #kirishima eijiro fluff #mha kirishima #kirishima headcanon

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Hello lovely,

I gotta pick your brain with this one. Cause I don't see it TOO often. So definitely, if not your cup of tea, no pressure.

Biting & Kirishima.

Don't think it's seen often cause idk that he would even attempt to hurt you with the multiple puncture wounds he'd leave behind. But to the other side of that coin, if you beg him profusely, I think his need to make you happy MIGHT win over.

Kiri brain rot still going strong. 🤭

Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! YES! Kiri and biting goes hand in hand but you would have to ask so sweetly.

I am taking this on for sure, thank you for suggesting it! ^^ ly

#delirious answers #kiri and his shark teeth

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zanarkandskylines · 3 months

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Starless Night

『♡』 fem!reader x bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ senior year of UA | aged to 18 | friends to lovers ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

summary: bakugo comforts you during one of your depressive episodes. tags & warnings: CW; talks of depression, self-harm | fluff, emotional comfort a/n: this was completely self indulgent lol but enjoy soft bakugo~ ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 1,477 ꒱

It’s 1am on a Tuesday, the dorms of UA are quiet as can be as everyone’s sound asleep - except for you. The cycle of intrusive thoughts in your head is swirling around in a vortex that’s too intense to silence.

You’re not good enough, no one likes you, your family doesn’t love you, you’re weak…that kind of thing.

Depression is a bitch and you don’t wish it upon anyone. There’s not a reason in the world for your brain to be lacking the necessary chemicals as you had everything you wanted - best friends, a healthy family, good grades, and a roof over your head.

Why was that never enough?

You knew it was an unfair question that had no answer, and yet, it still was valid enough to keep you up at night.

It wasn’t even that you necessarily were sad tonight, your mind just refused to let you sleep. Insomnia was common amongst the list of side effects of depression and, unfortunately for you, coexisted with the lack of serotonin and dopamine in your body.

There wasn’t a long list of people that knew of your “condition,” so to speak. You didn’t wear it like a name tag on your chest, you hid it away in the confines of yourself. There’s a few you trusted to come to when you needed - Ochaco, Izuku, Katsuki and Kyoka.

Everyone knows what depression is, but what they don’t know is how it feels if they’re free of it.

You’re physically exhausted, your body begging for you to rest after a long day of training for the senior year sports festival. But deep down in the recesses of your mind, a sadistic part of you enjoys the pain. Sparring matches helped mask the desire to hurt yourself, letting others “hurt” you instead. As long as it was “accidental,” no one would bat an eye.

The only person who knew your trick was Katsuki.

One day in the summer of junior year, the two of you had been sparring off and on with Kirishima in place of going on a run. He started to notice when you’d purposefully slip up - stumbling into a punch, not dodging an attack you normally had no problem with, letting yourself get knocked down, things of that nature. It would be subtle, but enough that he picked up on it instantly. He knew something was up but never could figure out the reason why.

Ever since then, he’d had a close eye on you whenever he could sense a shift in your demeanor. He never outright asked and remained a silent observer, ready to step in when he felt was right. It wasn’t his business to assume how you were feeling, but he made a point to give you reassurance when he think you needed it.

That’s what friends are for, right?

After tossing over for the millionth time in bed, you shoot up from under the covers and swing your legs to the floor. Phone in your pocket, you kick on your slippers and head out the door.

Where were you going? You didn’t know, you just didn’t want to be rotting in bed any longer, even if it’s the middle of the night. So, you go where you always end up - the roof.

It provided a sense of comfort and adrenaline for you to be up there. Laying under the stars as your mind ran wild while simultaneously knowing you could just…take a wrong step.

You kicked the access door open and propped a nearby cinder block up against it as you make your way to the edge of the rooftop, scanning the surroundings of the campus. Everything was so peaceful at night, the moon casting the perfect illuminating glow on the scenery below. Turning away from the ledge, you sit against it with your knees to your chest, head back to study the stars.

Sometime later, you hear the faint sounds of footsteps on the stairs beyond the access door. To your surprise, Katsuki’s at the doorway, peaking out as he’s rubbing sleep away from his eyes.

“The hell y’doing up here so late?”

Your eyes don’t leave the sky.

“Can’t sleep.”

You hear him huff, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he makes his way over to you.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” He groans, his voice still gravely from sleep.

You laugh. “Looks like I did.”

Katsuki takes a seat next to you, arms resting on his knees.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” you insist, lying through your teeth.

“Bullshit.”

You sigh. He really saw right through you - was it that obvious?

“But if you don’t wanna tell me, that’s fine.” His voice is soft, different from the usual booming delivery.

“S-sorry, Kat. I didn’t mean to lie.”

“Didn’t say you were. Just sayin’ I can tell when something’s on your mind.”

You pause for a moment, thinking how to phrase your feelings.

“I have these loud thoughts in my head. Voices that constantly keep bitching at me over all my shortcomings. It’s exhausting.”

“Is that why you let your guard down during sparring matches?”

His observation makes you recoil - shit, you’d been caught.

“Uh. What do you mean?” you say, trying to feign ignorance.

“Idiot, don’t play dumb. I’ve noticed for a while now.” Katsuki turns his gaze toward you. “Is that why?”

You can’t make eye contact with him. The second you do, you know you’ll crumble. It wouldn’t be fair to put your pain on his shoulders, he has enough shit to worry about.

“Y/N, look at me,” he demands, putting a rough hand on your shoulder to get your attention. “Do you hurt yourself on purpose?”

The heat of his palm on your shoulder coaxes the emotions out of you. The tears are welling in your eyes as you finally have the courage to meet his crimson stare and speak.

“…yes,” you say meekly, voice threatening to crack from the impending tears.

The hurt that crosses his features makes you regret confirming his suspicions.

Is he going to yell at you? Storm off and say it’s not his problem? Walk off without saying anything?

The potential options are shuffling endlessly in your head that you don’t notice him stand to his feet, extending a hand to you.

Katsuki doesn’t say a word, just continues to stand there waiting for you to take his hand. Reluctantly, you take it as he pulls you to your feet, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

And then there’s…warmth. He pulls you closer, not letting go of your hand as he places his other hand on the back of your head, pushing your forehead to rest against his shoulder. You can’t help the quiet sob that escapes you.

“I want you to promise me somethin’."

You silently acknowledge his comment with a gentle nod into his shoulder.

“Whenever these feelings come knockin’ around in your head, come to me. Don’t care the time or place. Y’don’t need to say shit when you do. Pull me aside, tap me on the shoulder, call or text me, knock on my door - whatever it is just…let me take some of that pain so you don't hurt yourself."

You're speechless.

This is the version of Katsuki you loved dearly, when his fire would dim into embers, softening his exterior to only those he trusted. It was soothing to know he let you see him like this.

"I-I'm sorry," is all you can muster, ashamed of your unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Katsuki lets his hand from the back of your head go, releasing you from his hold. He moves his hand to your cheek, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. The texture of his calloused fingertips on your skin makes your heart flutter.

Gosh, his eyes are so beautiful.

"Don't apologize. Just promise me...please."

Please.

Is that the first time you've heard him say that?

You do your best to pull yourself together to give him an answer.

"Promise."

He seems satisfied with that answer as he searches your eyes for a hint of lie and comes up short - you're telling the truth.

Letting go of your hand and removing his own hand from your cheek, he turns toward the rooftop door.

"C'mon, it's late. Let's get ya back to bed."

You give him a smile as you follow him back downstairs.

You're approaching the door to your room as grabs your wrist, stopping you from opening the door. He can tell you're confused by the way your brows furrow.

"Nuh-uh, you're coming back with me," Katsuki exclaims, pulling you in the direction of his own room.

"But we'll get cau-"

He interrupts your concern. "Don't care. You're sleeping in my bed, end of discussion."

"...okay. Thanks, Katsuki."

just a little soft and fluffy comfort, you know he's madly in love with reader with how soft he is for her <3

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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KEEP HIM, HE MAKES YOU FEEL LOVED. | E.KIRISHIMA.

ʚ♡ɞ SYNOPSIS: when the stresses of upcoming college exams keeps on piling up, your boyfriend eijirou kirishima takes matters of making you feel better—into his own hands.

ʚ♡ɞ PAIRING: eijirou kirishima x gn + afab!reader.

ʚ♡ɞ WC: 1.8K.

ʚ♡ɞ RATED: mature, 18+, mdni.

ʚ♡ɞ GENRE: college!au, smut.

ʚ♡ɞ CW: please read ! soft smut, ( characters aged up to twenties ), soft dom!kirishima, fingering, breeding, light!cumplay, light!praise, unprotected sex, dumbification.

ʚ♡ɞ A/N: hello everyone!! today i bring you the good old kirishima brain rot! this is a short little piece that a lovely person commissioned and has allowed me to post!! i hope you all enjoy and have a lovely day <3

ʚ♡ɞ masterlist | requests | kofi

eijirou kirishima makes you feel loved, even on your darkest days.

he’s a good boyfriend, caring for you with all four corners of his heart, always. even now, when you’re snug in his arms after a stressful day— the pressure of exams sitting like weights on your shoulders, leading to sleepless nights hitting the books for college tests that wouldn’t matter afterwards.

your stress was evident; in your sunken posture and the new bags under your eyes and once kirishima had caught wind of it— he’d forced you to take a break from the brain melting books and roped you into a cuddly movie night, letting scenes of the twilight saga flash across his laptop screen.

kirishima knew it was your favourite.

now, you’re nuzzling his side, beefy arms wrapped around you like a safety blanket, but the parasite of stress worms it’s way into your thoughts and eats at you like black necrosis, inking your veins with poison worries about your education.

“you named my daughter after the lockness monster,”

kirishima mouths the line, one he’s heard a thousand times, smiling at it, but frowns when you don’t quote the line too—his red crystal gaze drops to your face in concern.

“what’s the matter, baby?” he squeezes you and reads you like an open book.

you hate that he catches on so easily, “s’nothin’ ei, you’re missing the movie.” you mumble into his skin, eyes darting to the screen, hoping that it’s glare doesn’t reflect the tears building up.

“not true,” kirishima hums, attention diverted from the movie and focused on you, “you’re upset, it’s not nothin’ if you’re upset.”

you take a deep breath before speaking, scared that his worried expression— brows creased and sharp teeth sinking into his lower lip, will make you burst. “i know you said tonight was supposed to be about relaxing,” you stumble over your words as he listens patiently. “but i’m still thinking of the work i’ll have to do tomorrow—“

“whatever you have to do, can wait, you need to take care of yourself, first,” kirishima can tell you’re about to lose it when he shushes you, his warm hand wiping away the few tears already escaping your galaxy eyes. “don’t do that baby, don’t cry,” he coos, when your bottom lip starts to wobble at his gentleness. your head shakes as you try to hide it, but your boyfriend isn’t having that. “baby, i know you’re upset, so tell me what you need and i’ll give it to you, okay?”

“o-okay,” you sniffle tearily, overwhelmed by a weird mix of love and strain. “i dunno ei… ‘m just…”

“just what?” eijirou prompts, cocking his head down at you. he doesn’t mean to do it, but the gesture makes you feel small. you shake your head again.

“c’mon, i know you heard what i said, y’not gonna use the rest of your words?” shaking his head fondly, your boyfriend pushes you to lay back— lips stretched into soft, barely-there smile. “that’s okay, you don’t have to know angel. jus’ lemme take care of it all for you, alright?” eijirou’s mouth presses against yours before you can agree, slotting perfectly against your own as if it was made to kiss you and only you. he licks over your lips in slow and sensual strokes that make your tummy warm and tears burn against the corner of your eyes but it’s when his tongue laps at the deepest heat of your mouth that a small whine escapes you.

amused and pulling away, kirishima nips your bottom lip— groaning at the string of saliva that connects you before you’re yanking him back down by his baby hairs for another wet kiss. “funny...” he pants into your mouth, “y’got so much energy to kiss me but none to tell me what you need,”

you know he’s teasing, but still makes needy butterflies tickle the lining of your tummy. “need you ei, wan’ you to make me forget!” you whimper, missing his mouth moving along with yours.

“yeah? i’ll make you forget, fill your pretty head with thoughts of me?” kirishima says to himself more so than you, slipping his tongue back into your mouth as his hazy eyes flutter shut and a large hands drop to the cusp of your neck. he grips it between his rough fingers with enough pressure to make you mewl— reluctantly pulling his lips away from yours to draw dark marks against your throat with his pointed teeth, causing a veil of lust to cover the sanctuary of your brain.

your body arches into his touch as eijirou’s hands start to explore every dip and curve belonging to you— pinching and pulling at whatever he can with his lips and teeth never too far behind. the temperature of his dorm room rises, heat prickling along your skin at the anticipation of being ravaged and the movie you have on becomes lost underneath kirishima’s hearty groans along with your stressors for the day.

you’re so caught up in the sloppy kisses and the saliva trails eijirou works into your collar bones that you lose the path of hands to your cotton shorts as he peels them back with your underwear— moaning out for him desperately. “ei, please...need somethin’, do somethin’,” you chant, twisting underneath his weight when cool air hits your freshly exposed cunt.

kirishima grins, ear to ear as he blows warmly over your glistening slit— quirking a brow up at you. “see you’ve found your voice, baby,” the redhead makes his way back up your body with a trail of smooches along your tummy— stopping only at your chest to bite your nipples over your shirt. however, the hand remaining on your inner thigh starts to dance over your folds, middle finger turning over your soaking entrance. “gonna use my fingers today, okay? know how you get when i eat you out, don’t want you forgetting too much, now,”

he chuckles lightly, but kirishima’s eyes darkened with lust— slipping one, then two fingers into your welcoming cunt— shuddering at the lewd squelch it gives at his intrusion. you nod, a whimper brewing on your wet lips when he pulls back from biting you to spit onto your sex, drawing his fingers in and out, calloused thumb circling your puffy clit. they curl inside you next, thick digits stretching you out and bearing down on your g-spot. your brain fizzes with arousal, sweet nectar leaks from your mound and with newfound motivation, eijirou’s pace picks up.

it’s an obscene, yet passionate pattern. you moan or whine and eijirou speeds up his fingers until the sheets below are soaked through. “so needy for my fingers but just wait until i get you on my cock,” he tells you, golden skin shining with sweat, red hair mussed from your wandering hand as he grinds into the bed from watching you.

you can’t help but cry for completely different reasons now, your boyfriend’s fingers making you shake with desire— hips unable to escape him as he fingers your pretty pussy to his heart's content and pins you down. “fuck, you’re so wet down here, haven’t even made you cum, is this all for me?” eijirou smiles, watching your eyes cross and your consciousness slip away.

“f’you eiji!” you squeak in response when he hits your pleasure spot after scissoring his fingers, making your cunt grip him hard. only for him, he’s the only one to get your body to act like this— hips running away from his brutal pace, toes curling from an impending release you know will take you out.

“all for me? god, i must really make you feel good, huh?” he asks, the teasing lilt to his words dragging you by the ankle towards release. he feels your sex spasm around him, laughing breathily against your skin. “such a cutie, my baby likes gettin’ talked dirty to. just makes you wanna cum, doesn’t it?”

you nod your head fast, feeling the coil in your tummy start to unwind. “uhuh, c-can i cum, eiji?”

“go ahead ‘n cum f’me baby, tonight’s all about you,” kirishima whispers, never slowing down his hand as his palm grinds into your clit. your high follows not long after, crashing over you like stormy waves and drowning you in divine pleasure— flooding your brain with nothing but him. black spots paint your vision, body shaking violently while your high rolls over you, kirishima guiding you through. “need you to stay with me baby, ‘specially if you’re gonna take my cock,”

kirishima grips your face, squishing your cheeks as you fall in and out of consciousness, spasming from the aftershocks of your orgasm. it’s not until you feel his fat cockhead prodding against your entrance that you come to, the familiar burn setting your nerve endings on fire. “‘m here, wan’ it please,” you babble, hips lifting up to coax more of his cock into your tightness.

“there you are, angel—ah, fuck— gave me a little scare there,” eijirou simpers, eyes crossing as he sheaths himself fully inside your gummy cunt— all veins on his cock pressing against your squishy insides. neither of you will last long, not with how fresh your last orgasm was and how hard he got from watching you cum.

but the stress melts from your body as kirishima takes you, slow strokes smooshing his pelvis against your swollen nub and your cunt gushing while you wriggle beneath him. he’s never failed to make you feel like heaven, his hot red tip leaking angrily against your ribbed walls and jamming up against brand new pleasure spots with every thrust. your joined bodies grow slicker and slicker, dancing together in a passionate grind while kirishima buries his hot face in your neck— speaking whatever dirty words come to mind.

“you’re so good,” he tells you, hiking your leg up high on his waist, “does that feel good for you, angel?” he adds, panting against your salt licked skin and grinding the meat of his girth into your hole. you’re tight around eijirou when you come close to cumming a second time, tears loose in your eyelashes and choking the life out of his milky cock, dripping down his balls, sharp thrusts pushing more of his precum into your hot cunt.

“eiji, ei… ‘m so close!” you mumble, dazed from the drag of his dick along your velvet walls— seconds away from seeing stars.

“i know,” kirishima’s skin slaps heavily against your own, cock bulging in your lower tummy. “can feel it baby, the way y’suck me in like that,” he chokes on a moan, bed rocking beneath you as he pulls you to orgasm. “so tight you’d almost think i didn’t fuck you enough.” eijirou’s words make you squeeze him once more, sending you both hurtling into your highs, i love yous are thrown into the air as you cream on his cock for the last time— hot spurts of his seed filling your sex as stress seeps out of your relaxed body.

eijirou’s still cumming in spurts after you’ve both collapsed, eyes searching your face. “feelin’ better, now?” he breathes, softly pushing his cum through your abused folds.

you only have the energy to nod and smile.

how could you not be, when he loved you like this?

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Under Lock and Key

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Locksmith!Kirishima, Age Difference, Manipulation, Smut, Lacking Prep, Kirishima's Got a Huge Dick Cliché. Word Count: 6k.

Summary: Maybe this is the third key you've snapped in your lock to get Kirishima to come over, but this time, you're going to make him yours.

A/N: Born from this. This is the fastest I've ever written a fic, so I have no idea if it's any good, but the Kirishima brain rot was strong with this one. It's only been proofed briefly, so please excuse any mistakes. If you saw me change the ending, no you didn't.

By the time the small van bumps up onto the curb, you've already been sat on your doorstep for an hour. It's cold enough outside to lock your knees and turn your fingers stiff, but in about three more minutes, all of that will be worth it.

'Hello, stranger...' Kirishima grins, leaning out of the van's window. 'This is getting to be a habit, isn't it?'

‘How else am I supposed to get you to come see me?’ You chuckle, already feeling the trembling of butterflies in your stomach as you stand and watch him climb out of the van.

‘Careful,’ He cautions, smile still wide on his lips. ‘Or, I might start thinking that your breaking your lock deliberately.’ Popping the side door of the van, he reaches into the darkness beyond and plucks out his tool box. He flips it open, exposing the plethora of equipment inside and hums to himself as he rifles through them. ‘How’s it looking?’ He calls over his shoulder, not bothering to turn around. ‘Reckon a driver’ll do?’

You shrug and bite at your lip: pretending. A screwdriver would be useless, you’d made sure of that. This one would be at least a thirty minute job. Of course, that had meant forcing the key in at such an angle that you’re pretty sure it’d be easier to get a whole new lock than free the key, but it’s a price you’re more than willing to pay. You bat your eyelashes when he turns to you, raising his eyebrows, screwdriver in hand. ‘You’re the expert.’

‘Right…’ Huffing out a breath, he stretches back into the van to retrieve his tool belt. It’s an old, ratty thing, something from his apprentice days that he refuses to throw away. The leather is worn, the holes for the buckle stretched making it sag on his hips when he pulls it on. ‘We’ll pack the screwdriver anyway then, shall we?’ He pops the tool into one of the pockets covering his right thigh and gets back to rummaging in the tool box. After a moment or two, with a now full belt, he slams shut the van door and spins on his heel.

Your breath catches in your throat when he turns around to face you, large hands digging into the flesh of his hips above the belt. The years have been kind to him, blessing him with a gentle middle-aged spread that only does more to make his body thick in all of the right places. His t-shirt struggles to stretch over large, plush pecs and a barrelled stomach that does nothing to hide his strength. If he wanted to, he'd be able to bend you clean in half, only he's too nice for that, isn't he?

‘Let’s get cracking then, shall we?’

‘Are you leaving your hair down?’ It tumbles off your tongue too easily, almost betraying the desperation that lingers under the vowels.

‘Oh, shit.’ He flushes. ‘Forgot about that.’

Watching Kirishima do anything is a religious experience, but this, this is the most holy.

Stretching up enough to expose a slither of broad, hairy stomach Kirishima teases his hair up into a messy bun. His roots are growing through, staining his scalp a dark black that spreads from his crown and makes it’s way almost an inch through the otherwise red mane. Flashes of grey join the mix, spiralling from his temples and lacing their way through from his hair line. His mouth tugs down slightly, his eyebrows furrowing as he concentrates, twisting his fingers and snapping a hairband into place. ‘There, that’s better, huh?’

You resist the urge to sigh, biting your tongue in favour of tossing him a smile. It's too early to come on strong yet. Men like Kirishima take time and care to seduce and you’ve already come too far to get over excited and ruin it now.Waiting patiently, you step aside clearing a path for him to get to the door.

‘What the fuck did you do to this?’ Straightening from his stoop by the lock, he steps back rubbing at the nape of his neck.

‘Is it that bad?’

‘Well a driver’s definitely not gonna fix it, that’s for sure.’

‘So what happens now?’

He chews the inside of his cheek and huffs. ‘Well I’m gonna have to replace the lock, that’s for sure… And I’m gonna insist that I make your replacement keys this time.'

You blink, lacing your hands together in front of you. ‘I thought you didn’t make the keys...’

‘I don’t. Boys in the shop usually handle that.’ He smiles. ‘But I’ll make an exception for you.’

Your cunt throbs. He’s going to be making a lot more exceptions today if you’ve anything to do with it, but this sure is a start. ‘You’re gonna make think I’m special if you carry on like that.’

He chuckles, something dark echoing in his eyes as he winks. ‘Wouldn’t want that now, would we?’

‘Course not.’ You pop a hip, eyes burring into the side of his head.

‘Right…’ He coughs, shaking the glowing redness from his cheeks. 'I'm gonna grab a drill and pop that lock off, get you back in where it's warm.'

Tongue flicking out to wet your lip, you try and rub your thighs together as subtly as possible while his back is turned. Just watching him has you wet, hopelessly soaking through the thin lace thong you'd slipped on before locking yourself out. The thrum of your heartbeat is steady as it descends to your cunt, making you clench around nothing when he returns, bicep straining as he takes the drill to the lock and pushes.

The lock breaks easily. In a matter of seconds, there's a hole in the metal and he's digging away with the screwdriver, scattering silver shavings onto the floor. In another few, the drill groans and he reels back, swiping at his brow before the door creaks open with a push. 'There you are...'

'You...' Slinking over to him, you make sure to press your whole palm to the back of his neck and rub your thumb over the artery while you purr a soft '...are my hero.' His pulse picks up under your touch, but you don't comment on it, or the flush back in his cheeks when you slip past the half-open door and totter towards the kitchen.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, you slip your hand under the lip of your skirt. As soon as the pad of your finger grazes your covered clit, you hiss. You're soaking and sensitive, almost mewling at the slightest pressure and you've not even got your hands on him yet. Taking a moment to breathe, you count to twenty and then breeze back down the hall.

Outside, Kirishima is on his knees, fiddling with the now broken lock. His eyes pick up when he hears you coming and trail up from your ankles to your hips, until they finally, finally settle on your face.

Being looked at by him feels good, even if he's still trying to dampen the excitement you know you see swimming in his smile. 'Want a cuppa?'

He hisses. ''M not gonna say no.'

Pausing, you smirk at him, enjoying how he looks on his knees in front of you. 'I know how you like it.'

Kirishima takes his tea milky, with no sugar and that's exactly how you make it. Stirring the liquid gently, you slip the cups, as well as a small plate of biscuits, onto the small kitchen table and lean on the door frame. 'Tea's ready...'

Poking his head in through the front door, his eyebrows knit on his forehead. All the other times he’s been called out to one of your, frankly a little worrying lock issues, you’ve brought his cup to him; usually accompanied by a biscuit or two. Still, he gets to his feet, jams the door shut and smooths down his jeans before stepping over the into the house all the same. ‘Guess I could do with a quick five minutes..

‘Course…’ You don’t stop the smile that rises to your lips when he slips onto one of the kitchen chairs. He looks good there, settled down with his meaty shoulders stretched back. ‘Been a busy day?’ You take a seat opposite him and wrap your hand around a cup of tea you know you won’t drink

‘Not too bad…’ He sighs, points at the small spread of biscuits you’d already laid out on the table. ‘These for me?

Shoving the plate towards him, you smirk. ‘Take anything you want…’

‘Too good to me, you are…’ Swiping a digestive from the plate, he crunches through it with ease, moaning around the mouthful. It’s almost domestic with you swapping mindless chatter as he watches your eyes rest on the bump of his lower lip when he talks. You probably think you’re being subtle. You’re not. No-one breaks their lock five times in the same month accidentally. Hell, the third time it had only been missing a screw. Not that any of that mattered. It’s not the first time some sweet, young thing has attempted to con him into bed, but he has to admit, he’s quite enjoyed being the object of your affections. Most take him for a nice guy, which he is, but that doesn’t mean he’s stupid and he’s more than willing to play along with your silly little game for a bit longer, just to make you think you’ve really worked him over. Then, then he’ll show you who's really in control

Leaning your elbows on the table, you push out your tits. A warmth spreads through your stomach when you catch him looking, stirring up the already insatiable desire inside of you. ‘No such thing as too good for you…'

Bringing the cup to his lips, he take three, big swallows and pops it back onto the table. Maybe he was bored of waiting after all. The look of your tits pushed up, just begging to be groped and kneaded has him already filling his jeans and testing his patience. It’s time to see just how far you’re willing to go to keep him. ‘Right…’ Standing with a groan, he yanks at his belt making sure you can see the thick outline of his cock in his jeans. ‘Best get cracking then…’

You’re on your feet instantly, losing him now would be a slap in the face.. ‘You haven’t finished your tea.’

‘Don’t want to intrude…’ He bites back a smile.

‘You’re not… You could never -.’

‘It’s okay, love, honestly I -.’

‘Honestly…’ You croon and arc your eyebrows. Time for something a little more forward, then. ‘I don’t think you should be going anywhere with that.’ Letting your eyes sink down his body, you rest you gaze pointedly on his crotch.

Mustering his best fluster, he swallows thick before covering himself with a large palm. ‘I - uhh… I should -.’

‘I think,’ you purr. ‘That we should stop pretending.’

‘P-pretending?’

‘I’ve seen the way you look at me, Kirishima.’ You cock your head. ‘Seen the way you stare - you got hard just looking at my tits -.’

He lets his eyes flicker to the floor. 'I’m just going to leave. I can have someone else come look at your door for you.’ It’s a lie. He wouldn’t let anyone from the shop near you, least of all their other smith. He’s already had to threaten Bakugo to keep him away, but you don’t have to know any of that.

‘C’mon… Don’t you want to try…’ Your fingers slip down your thighs, tugging gently on the lip of your skin and dragging it up, up, up

He snaps before he gets the chance to see cunt. ‘No.’

Clenching your jaw, you haul in a breath. You’d hoped you wouldn’t be reduced to this, but he's so close you can almost taste him. ‘You...' Your bottom lip wobbles, eyes filling with crocodile tears as you toy with the hem of your shirt. 'You don't want me?'

'Oh, shit.' His eyes go wide immediately. Boy, he really was getting a show, wasn’t he? This might be his favourite one yet. You look adorable with those worry lines etched into the bridge of your nose, with the panic barely there in your voice. 'It's – don't, don't cry, you're too pretty to cry, c'mon.'

Sniffling, you chew gently on the side of your lip and stare at the floor for just long enough that your bottom lids are still full when you look at him. 'You think I'm pretty?'

A broken sigh leaves his throat as the muscle in his jaw ticks. 'You're beautiful...'

You swallow, batting your eyelashes. 'So - so why don't you want me then?'

Oh God, you are desperate aren’t you. His cock twitches, anxious to see just how desperate he can make you. Would you cry? You’d look so good with real tears glittering on your pretty little face, your lips rosy and kiss sore. Maybe you’d even beg… 'I -.'

Pushing forward, you press your tits to his chest finally bridging the gap between you. It feels good, to have him pressed against you like this. With a pout on your lips, you tilt your head, looking him dead in the eye. 'I want you…’ You lick you lips, tilt your head exposing the smooth stretch of your neck. 'Its not hard to tell that you want it, too...

'Sweetheart.' He grips your shoulders, but quickly lets his palms skate down your arms to wrap around your wrists. 'Listen, I -.

'You could have me. I'd let you. I'd let you do anything you wanted to...' You can see the moment his resolve crumbles, see the flash of something eclipse his face when he takes a steady breath and you know: you've won

'You're fucking killing me here, you know that, right?' Shaking his head, he lets his fingers slip into yours, locking you together.

'Oh.' You flick your tongue over your teeth, swallowing a gasp when you feel the hard bar of his cock press into your stomach. 'I know.' Pushing up on your tiptoes, you lean in taking the momentary lapse in his defences to catch his lips with yours. You wiggle one of your hands free and flatten it against his collarbone. His skin burns under yours as you let your palm skate over the plush fat of his pec. Groping at him, you smile against his lips when he gasps as the heel of your hand catches the pebbled round of his nipple. 'You want this... Want me so bad it hurts, doesn't it?'

Groaning into your mouth, he uses his now free hand to take a hold of the fat over your hip. He lets you lick into his mouth, moves with the sways of your body as you push him back, crowding him against the counter.

'C'mon...' You pull back, peppering his jaw with kisses that trail to his neck. Scraping your teeth across his skin, you nip the lobe of his ear. 'Let go.'

A chuckle bubbles in his throat, the grip on your hip tightening as he wrestles his other hand free to cup your cheek. 'You want me to let go?'

Nodding, you can feel your cunt drool, desperate for this new fire in his eyes. You kiss his jaw, licking up the muscle that ticks under your tongue. 'Want it... Want it bad, Kirishima.'

'Oh...' His fingers scratch at your skin as he manoeuvrers you to face him, bumping your noses together. 'I know you do...' This time, it's Kirishima who leans in. He kisses you to bruise and tugs at your lip, pressing his cock firmly against your cunt before reeling back to smile at you. 'You've been wanting it so badly you've been making up reasons to get me to come back, haven't you Sweetheart?'

The air leaves your lungs, veins turning cold as you realise your game is up. 'You – you knew?'

'You're not the only pretty little thing that wants a piece of me.' He snickers pressing a single kiss to the turn of your jaw. 'And you haven't exactly been subtle.'

'I -.' You flush, scrutinised under his accusation. It sends you skittering for an excuse, makes you feel like a school girl caught in a lie and trying to cover it up.

He tuts. 'Don't lie. I've seen you...' Biting at the junction of your shoulder, he laps away the sting. 'Been hard not to.'

Swallowing hard, your head swims when he wraps his arms around you, large hands coming to cradle your ass as he hauls you up. A squeak escapes your throat.

'You want my cock here, or would you rather I fuck you stupid somewhere more comfortable?'

'Bed... Bedroom's upstairs on the left.' Your legs squeeze at his waist, knees digging into his ribs as he pecks your cheek and laughs, starting off back down the hall with you still wrapped around him.

There's a new edge to his voice now. A silky softness he reserves only for the likes of you. 'And here I was thinking you wouldn't wait. Thought I'd be bending you over that table with how desperate you've been acting...'

Something sears in your stomach. This is what you'd wanted: him. And yet, the sudden shift still has you in a tail spin, has you groping at his back and whining so pretty in his ear. The desperation that had driven you to break your own lock to see him again bubbles in your stomach, spilling over until you can feel it's burn in your throat. ''m not desperate.'

He stops, feet barely touching the bottom stair of the stair case. There's no hint of condescension to his tone when he speaks, just a deep rumbling chuckle that seeps underneath 'Okay.'

'You want me.' You pull back, lacing your hands behind his neck as you search for the shred of self-respect you'd lost with him calling you out in the kitchen. Maybe you're looking for a fight, a re-establishment of control, but as soon as you meet his eye, you know you're not going to get it. In fact, you're not sure you ever had it to begin with.

'I do.' He smiles, leaning in close before breathing across your cheeks. 'Doesn't make you any less desperate though.'

Whining you grind you cunt against him and bite your lip before accusing: 'You like it.'

Another smile. 'It looks good on you.'

There's something about the honesty in his voice that makes your cunt clench, makes your nails dig into his shoulders and a shiver break out down your spine. If he wants desperate, you'll give him desperate. You'd give him anything he wants. 'Kirishima...'

He presses a soft kiss to your lips and then, he's moving again and carrying you upstairs. Shouldering open the bedroom door, he sinks into the mattress and brings you down with him. With your legs now straddling his waist, your forced to feel the heat from his cock again. It presses to your clit, the rough denim of his jeans itching just enough to make you needy, but not enough to give you any friction.

Reaching up, he takes your chin in his hand. 'You gonna be good for me?'

You mewl, nodding – all evidence of your earlier confidence trickling from your body as you're held still with large hands.

'Say it for me. I need to know you mean it.'

''m gonna be good... I – I promise.' Rocking against him, you whine when he drops your chin in favour of gripping your hips and stopping your movements.

He hums, slipping your further off his lap until you're forced onto your knees on the floor. 'Think you should prove it to me.' There's a rough edge to his voice when he clears it, fixing you with a stare as he issues his first command. He pops the top button of your blouse. 'Off.’

Instantly, you’re stripping the offending article from your skin, anxious to feel the burn that you know will come with him looking at you.

‘Woah.’ Hands shooting out, he prises one of your hands from the material before letting out a soft: ‘slowly.’

Stomach clenching, you slow your movements. The last of the buttons on your shirt pop open easily, exposing a broad slither of your chest to him.

‘Pretty.’ He sighs under his breath. ‘Keep going.’

You do, slipping one shoulder out before peeling the garment from the other. Left bare as the blouse falls to the floor, you resist the urge to cover yourself already predicting the big hands that would come to pull you away.

Leaning forward, a finger slinks down your body, running between your collarbones and along your sternum before hooking under the front of your bra. ‘This too… Let me see.’

Reaching behind yourself, the clasp comes away easily letting the thing fall onto your knees.

He sucks air over his teeth and spreads his legs, shifting his hips on the bed. ‘Now. Take off my belt.’

It's sickening how quick you are to obey. You reach for him, anxious hands gripping the leather of the belt before you begin to gently unlatch it from his waist. As soon as the buckle falls open, you lift it from from his hips and deposit it onto the floor.

'Now my jeans.' Leaning further back, he rests his weight onto his arms. 'Quick, now.'

Saliva pools in your mouth as you get to work on the button of his jeans. It pops open under your fingers, the zip creaking down on it's own as the half-hard cock underneath is allowed to stretch out. You loop your fingers under the hem, waiting for him to lift his ass from the bed so you can rid him of the item entirely.

'Good girl...'

The praise makes your cunt flutter and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop the faint moan from leaking from your throat. From your seat between his thighs, you've got a perfect view of his cock. It strains his underwear, wetting the material where the tip leaks against it. Head dipping down, he doesn't stop you when you lick a single, long strip along his covered length.

His eyes bulge, chest heaving as a groan echoes in his throat. Shifting his hips, he searches for a new comfort on the mattress, but stops his wiggling when you slowly begin to peel his boxers down his legs.

You're barely able to get a clear peak of his cock, before he's wrapping his hands around your wrists to stop you.

'Not yet...' He huffs, dropping one of your wrists to cup your cheek. He draws a thumb to your lip, the heat from your skin radiating through his digit. Then, he grins, patting his thigh. 'Up here, c'mon.'

You stand on shaky legs and straddle his thigh, tucking your knees under yourself to allow you to hover centimetres over him. His hands fall back to your waist, rough palms pressing into your sides as they encourage you down. As soon as your cunt presses to his skin, you feel it. A buzz inches it's way up through your stomach and rests there, making your cunt pulse, anxious for the friction you hope comes next.

His lips ghost your neck. Nipping at your throat, he pulls you forward before his palm urges you back again. 'There you are... Look at you, huh? So pretty riding my thigh aren't you? Knew you'd look pretty like this from the moment I saw you.'

Slick soaks your underwear. Already wet lace becomes sodden, coating his skin, but it does little to stop him. Each urged thrust of your cunt against his thigh makes you keen. Your clit catches his skin, drags along the solid muscle and ignites a fire in your core so hot it hurts. ‘Kirishima - I - Ah.’

He soothes you with a kiss, devours your whimpers and lifts his thigh, pressing against your clit as he grinds you down ‘You gonna cum? Gonna cum on my thigh just like this?’ He smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Teetering on the edge, your head snaps back as the crest of your orgasm hits you. You’re limp, shaking as he takes full control and urges you over the thick muscle of his thigh a few more times, prolonging your high in every way he can.

He chuckles when you finally come down and rest your head in the crook of his neck. ‘Don’t tell me you’re done. I was just getting started… Or can’t you keep up with an old man like me, eh?’

You wriggle, grimacing at the wetness beneath you. Shaking your head, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your chest flush to his. ‘Want more.’

‘Yeah? You sure…’ His fingertips dance down your spine, tickling the skin just enough to make you arch into him. ‘Think you can take it?’

‘I - I can take it. Want it.’

‘Good.’ Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, he leaves you chasing him as he pulls back, wrapping his arms around you again to lift you up. When he drops you to the mattress, he comes down over the top of you and cages you in between thick arms.

‘Off.’ You reach up, clutch at the neck of his shirt and tug. He’s still far too dressed for your liking, and you want the heat of his chest pressed bare to yours.

He snickers, yanking the item off with a single hand gripping the back of his collar. ‘Better?’

You nod. ‘Better.’ Despite cumming only moments before, your whole body thrums for him. The idea of being filled, of having a cock obviously too large for you little cunt inched inside of you makes you want to scream. You’d pictured this. Pictured him fucking into you, pictured it so many times the real thing almost felt like a dream, but before you can slip from reality, he’s there pressing a kiss to your cheek. ‘Feel empty....’ You whine and wriggle your hips, trying desperately to rub yourself against his clothed cock. Every nerve in your body is screaming, tensed and burning with something close to insanity as you lift your hips and press in close. You manage two passes at most, catch you clit on his boxers for only a second before a large hand is pressing against your stomach and forcing you back down to the mattress.

He chuckles, eyes glossy and blown as he admires just how beautiful you look spread out under him. Usually, he doesn’t indulge in the sweet things that chase after him. He bores easily, but you, you were special. Leading him on, carefully crafting a little scheme to lure him into bed. It’s been a little while since he’s enjoyed the thrill of a little game like this, but now he has you: he’s going to ruin you for any other man you might try and lure in next. ‘What d’you want?’

You pout and try again to grind against him, seeking the friction you need.

‘C'mon, you where so persuasive before and now look at you... Can't even ask for my cock?’ Tone hard and unwavering, he slips your underwear and skirt from your legs before a pair of broad hands skim up the outside of your thighs, only to hook under your knees and push. He presses your legs back, gently testing the stretch as your knees brace your ears before focusing back on you. ‘Tell me what you want.'

Your heart hammers in your chest, ribs almost fractured under each heavy beat. ‘Fuck me... Please -.’

He snickers, licks his lips and rubs himself over your clit making you keen. Letting one of your legs rest back against a meaty shoulder, he frees one of his hands and toys with the lip of his underwear. With a smooth yank, he pulls down the elastic of his boxers letting his cock spring free as he tucks the material under his balls. His cock is thick, with a series of large purpling veins protruding from the tanned skin and a ticket of wiry, black hair at its base. The head is flushed, splayed wildly and an angry red that is just off set by the pearled white of the pre-cum leaking from it. Taking his cock in his hand, he grips the base and lines himself up to your entrance.

He’s so close you can feel his heat, feel just how close he is to filling you. Your cunt flutters in anticipation, but he doesn’t push in.

‘Beg for it.’ He locks eyes with you as he says it, using his weight to keep you pressed down.

Throwing pride to the wind, you arch your back babbling. ‘Please, need you, want your cock - Please...’ With each needy ‘please’ that falls from your lips, he pushes in slightly. The tip of his cock has barely breached your cunt before your clamping down, struggling with the stretch, but God it feels perfect.

‘You can do better than that. Come on.’ He stops, lets you whine and wriggle trying to fuck yourself on his length, but he’s pinning you down harder before you can get any real rhythm. ‘Beg for it. Or, you can watch me fuck my hand.’

‘Please...’ It’s almost a scream. Your cunt and throat spasm, nerves burning and needy. ‘Fuck me, fuck me - please. Need you so bad, need it, can’t - please... just want, want you. It hurts - it -.’ Tears prick your eyes, chest heaving as it all becomes too much.

He rocks against you, testing the resistance your body gives and then, bottoms out in one smooth, harsh thrust. ‘Good girl - Fuck. Sounds so pretty - so pretty…’

You swear you see God when he keeps his hips flush to yours forcing your body to submit to his size. The muscles in your legs tick, tensing and releasing as your whole body screams. He feels even bigger than he looks, and he’s definitely the biggest you’ve ever taken. ‘Big - too big. It’s -.’ Wriggling, you try and shift up the bed, but he's already there to stop you. 'It's – deep... I – Ah.'

‘Shh, I know Sweetheart. I know.’ He breathes it in your ear and kisses your cheek, a groan swelling in his chest as he tries to battle the pulsing of his balls that threatens an early end, but he doesn’t pull out, not even a little. You’re fluttering around him, struggling as he moulds your insides to fit. ‘Breathe for me… C’mon. You said you could take it...’

Sucking in a few shallow breaths, the dull pulsing of your cunt begins to ebb adjusting to his cock. 'I – Fuck.. I can, I -.'

Towering over you like this, with his cock buried deep inside of you he feels like a man possessed. You're, so pliable and easy for him, taking what is obviously too much cock for your little cunt. ‘That’s it… That’s my girl.’

Your eyes flutter shut, a moan tripping off your tongue as he grinds into you. Wiry hair rubs at your clit, sending shock waves of pleasure up your spine and you buck, catching yourself against him again and again.

He puts a stop to wriggling here too with a palm splayed on your stomach. A smirk pulls at his lip. Lifting one of your hands, he slips it down until your palm cups the bulge his own hand had covered moments before. 'Feel that?'

As soon as you feel it, your cunt clenches violently. The feel of him pressing up through your skin, stretching you so perfectly that even your own body has yielded to let him makes something burn fiercely inside of you. You gasp. 'Oh fuck...'

Humming, he rocks into you making his cock press up against your palm and groans. ‘Want it?’

You’re begging again before you can even comprehend what you’re doing. It falls from your mouth like a prayer, but it’s just as soon lodged back in your throat when he starts fucking into you. His hips piston against yours driving is cock even deeper inside of you and you’re cumming before you know it, but he doesn’t stop and he won’t. Not until your cunt is full and puffy, your voice sore and you can’t beg any more.

''m not pulling out.' He growls in your ear, hips still smacking against yours. Whatever consequences occur can be dealt with later, there's no chance he's missing the opportunity to feel you quake under him while he fills you with everything he has.

Your arms wrap his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as your body shudders under his. His words cause molten lava to pool in your stomach. The idea of him filling you makes your stomach twist into knots and you arc up, before letting a sharp gasp leave your chest.

'Aha. You like that? Like the idea of me cumming so deep you can taste it?' Each breath leaves his mouth on a ragged groan as his thrusts begin to stutter. He cums with a grunt. The muscle in his stomach tenses, twitching as his head falls to your shoulder and his cock begins to pulse.

It kicks inside of you, pulsing, painting your insides white and causes a warmth to spread through your stomach.

'Shit...' He stays sheathed inside of you while his cock gives a final twitch and presses a series of warm pecks to your cheeks before lazily pressing his lips to yours. After a moment, he slips out of you, falling on his haunches to watch as his cum trickles back out of you. 'So fucking pretty...' Thumbing at your lips, he stretches out your cunt, giving him at better view.

'Kirishima...' Something squirms in your stomach as you fall under his scrutiny, but this time, you aren't mean with a stern glare or a hash tone.

He smiles, hands slipping up your legs to massage at your sore muscles. 'I've got you...' Crawling from the bed, he hooks a thumb towards the small door in the corner of your room and cocks an eyebrow. 'En suit?'

You hum, it's all you can do as your limbs ache and your cunt continues to gush warm cum onto the mattress. To your left, you hear him climb off the bed, hear his footstep enter and exit the bathroom and then, the mattress is dipping again.

'Gonna clean you up okay?' He's meticulous in his cleaning, rubbing over every inch of your body with the towel until he's fluffing your pillow and tucking you in under a blanket; the soiled covers already balled up in the washing basket he'd found in the bathroom.

You sigh in the new warmth and curl up, relaxing into the palm that cups your cheek. Opening one eye, you blink up at him as he perches on the edge of the bed. 'Stay?

He leans down, presses a kiss to your cheek bone. 'Can't Sweetheart, I'm on the clock.'

Something sours in your stomach at the prospect of him leaving. Burying your face into your pillow, you squash the whine awaiting in your throat before it can even breach your lips.

Dragging a thumb across your skin he snickers before standing. 'Don't pout, I still gotta get that door fixed, remember?'

You mourn his warmth when he finally makes a move to go, but you don't make any more fuss about him leaving. Your eyes flutter shut as you listen to him pluck his clothes from the floor and shrug himself back into them. Turning, he blows you a kiss, whispering a soft: 'Night, Sweetheart' before the door clicks shut and he's gone.

Kirishima plucks the tools from his belt and whistles to himself as he reloads the van. His t-shirt is crumpled from being thrown to your bedroom floor, his cock throbs and his hair is a mess, but none of that seems to bother him as he slams shut the lid of the tool box and slips something smooth and shiny in his back pocket.

Later, when you descend the stairs, your muscles sore and your cunt aching, you notice a set of keys laying on your mat. Dipping you snatch them from the floor and turn them over in your hand. You frown. Usually, there are three spares on a new set of keys... But, this one only has two.

-> Masterlist

#kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #tw: age gap #tw: manipulation #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

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chaichaiiskai · 2 years

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we’re different but that’s okay || gigantic! shark hybrid! eijiro kirishima x angry! takes-no-shit! human! reader

i’m usually writing a bunch of smut so i decided to write something new for a change. sharky boy kirishima brain rot is on the train and who is there to blame? also, more smut is also on the way somewhere down the line 🥴 anYwhOmS, enjoy the drama!

quirks exist in this au but they’re waaaaay more rare, hybrids are a little more common than quirks!

content warning: swearing, violence, injuries, angst, bullying, ignorance, and to be completely honest I've modeled y/n's personality as a love child of bakudeku where she's angry but soft for certain people, specifically kiri because that's cute, also she/her pronouns are used

word count: 1.6k

next chapter masterpost

“My mama said that hybrids are just fancy pets and pets shouldn’t be learnin’! Whaddaryou doin’ here den, Shark boy?” An obnoxious country boy asked, jabbing his little finger into the chest of the innocent shark hybrid. “Must be learnin’ how to be a good shark! Sharks are bad if they’re not taught right,” another voice piped up, laughing along with the group that had surrounded the poor shark hybrid who had began to sniffle and hold back his tears.

This happened a lot. He should have been used to it but those words always hurt him. And fighting back wasn’t an option because then he’d get in trouble and he didn’t want to put his mom through that, he’s already had to be transferred a few times because of his father— er, owner.

The little dark haired shark hybrid tried to ignore the sounds of the kids picking on him, calling him names, but that didn’t stop a few tears from rolling down his face. They always picked on him during recess when the teachers weren’t looking. As long as no one got hurt they didn’t care, they never did.

“What are you weirdos doing? Leave him alone!” An angry voice said from nearby and then little Kirishima felt a presence standing in front of him, blocking him from the group that sneered down at him and pointed fingers. He looked up briefly and noticed that somewhat familiar tuff of hair, surprised to see that it was the new kid who had just started that day.

“Ew, why are you stickin’ up for him, Y/N? He’s gonna bite cha if you keep your back to him! He needs a muzzle on his fa-“ The kid’s words was cut off with the sound of a punch and then a few gasps from the other kids, accompanied with the sound of the punched kid’s whaling.

Eyes widening in surprise, the lil’ shark hybrid stared at your back, gawking in surprise at your actions, unable to say anything. You then turned and looked at him with your hands on your hips, a big grin on your face with a few teeth missing as you proudly announced, “Don’t chu worry, Eijirou! I’ll protect ya from now on, and we can be best friends!”

“Y-N L-N!!!” A teacher shouted from nearby, you stood up straight and then looked to the voice before flashing another smile Eijirou’s way, “If any of those dumb dumbs mess with you again you can just tell me, ‘kay? Buh-bye!”

The memory always brought a smile to his face. It been two decades since then but he can still remember it so vividly. You’d kept your word ever since then and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. You both had went through life together side by side, dealing with hardships and struggles to the best of your abilities.

However, the life of a hybrid in a mostly human society always had its drawbacks. And being the kind of hybrid he was you could expect nothing less.

Eijiro Kirishima. Red spikey hair, sharp pointy teeth, standing at roughly 213 centimeters or nearly seven feet tall, and to top it off he was a Great White Shark hybrid, a top predator. Tall and muscular. A feared water animal that was given a bad name because of some whimsical humans that couldn’t stop themselves from exploring where they shouldn’t have been.

Not only was he pre-disposed to the stereotypes and stupidity of society when it came to dealing with hybrids, he also had to deal with the stares and frightened shuffles people did when they wanted to distance themselves away from him on the street. It was a constant reminder that he wasn’t normal, wasn’t accepted. It hurt but he kept his smile, he had to, he needed to, he had to be strong for himself and for his friends, for his family… for you.

“I’m just here to pick up my partner, sir. I don’t want any trouble,” Eijirou said to the security guard while raising his hands up in a surrendering motion, trying to make himself seem like less of a threat, “Her name’s Y/N and she works on the sixth floor. I always come and pick her u-“

“Listen, buddy. I don’t care if your girlfriend is the CEO of the company, I can’t let you in if you’re not an employee and have no proper form of ID,” the man basically growled, glaring at the hybrid with malice and disgust in his voice, “So, leave. Wait for her somewhere else.”

Crack.

Stiffening, the redhead’s shoulders had tensed and his fists clenched, trying to stop his growing anger. Stay calm, Kiri. Stay calm. Shitheads like this guy are on every corner, you need to relax. Don’t make a scene.

“If you heard what I said then you need to leave,” the man spat, his voice only growing harsher, “Or are you hard of hearing, toothy bastard?”

Crack.

Parting his lips to speak, he’s cut off by the sound an elevator nearby and then a familiar scent that immediately calms him down.

“Eiji! What the hell’s taking you so long? You always pick me up!” You said to him like you’d been offended, waltzing towards him quite quickly, going to grab his hand and frown at him.

“M’sorry, lil’ gem. This guy was givin’ me a tough time,” he muttered in his defense, using his free hand to rub the back of his neck. You look mildly confused at his words and then your eyes flicker over to the security guard who’s watching the two of you from behind the front desk.

“Oi, are you new here? Where’s Mojo Jojo?” You question, confused by the new face as you squint, “I already don’t like the vibe you’re putting off.”

The guard sputters over his words and then finally manages to say something coherent, “I am new here. And you should learn how to keep your damn hybrid on a leash. Giant pets like this big oaf shouldn’t just be allowed to wander around without supervision, he could bite someone. What if he’s got rabies?”

Eijiro immediately straightens up, used to the harsh words but he knows what’s about to go down especially from the way you’re suddenly gripping onto his hand.

“Listen here you stupid ugly rent-a-cop son of a bitch, you’re lucky you’re behind that motherfucking desk or I would have kicked your dick in so far that you’d end up with a fucking VAGINA,” you barked at him and were about to lunge over the desk but was easily stopped by your beloved boyfriend who began tugging you away towards the exit of the building. That didn’t stop you from glaring over your shoulder at the man, mouthing despicable words to him that could surely make anyone’s skin crawl.

Once outside of the building, Eijiro continued to tug you along to where the public parking garage was across the street.

“Why didn’t let me kick his ass, Eiji? He fucking deserved it! Idiots like that deserve to get their balls ripped off so that they don’t produce anymore close-minded spawn,” you angrily ramble but don’t pull away from his tugging, following behind him as you attempted to keep up with his pace, “And slow down a little, don’t forget that you’re at least a two heads taller than me.”

Quickly mumbling an apology, he slowed his pace down so that the both of you could walk at the same speed before he replied, “I don’t want you loosin’ your job ‘cause of me. Plus, that guy’s not worth it. Thank you for stickin’ up f’me though. You never fail to do that.” He laughed sheepishly at the thought of your fierce state that never seemed to back down from a fight, “But, sometimes, you can’t always throw fists first and ask questions later. We’ve gotta work on controlling your temper.”

“What?!” You couldn’t believe your ears, stopping in your tracks to stand and stare at him which made him stop as well but he didn’t turn to look at you. “Do you even hear yourself? C’mon, Eiji! You can’t just let people walk all over you like that! You’re a human being too! You need to stick up for yours-“

“Just stop it, Y/N. Stop it,” he said, his voice raising ever so slightly with a bit of a crack at the end of his sentence, “I don’t care what other people say, okay?! Yeah, it hurts but what the hell am I supposed to do about it? Become the monster they already think I am? Hit people and call them names like you do?! I’m not like you! I can’t do that! I’m not a full person, okay?! Do you know what they’d do ta’me if I did what you did? Euthanize me! Kill me! Or worse, they’d take me away from you and lock me up in some fucking facility for dangerous animals.” He rips his hand away from you after that and then clenches his fist before making a sound of frustration, “You should head home. I’m gonna— take a walk.” Before you can reply or even fully process his words, you’re met with Eijiro’s retreating back, your heart beginning to throb in the worse way possible.

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scarlettriot · 2 years

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Here we are at 2:30 AM and I've got 18+ Kirishima brain rot happening.

((Minors DNI))

Warning: Sleep fucking

Thinking about him waking you up because you've been grinding on his fat thigh for who knows how long. Little whimpers and soft puffs of air each time you make a pass. You're soaked through and he's painfully hard.

If he was a more immoral man, he would have just shimmed his boxers down, slid your panties to the side, and slip right in because he knows you're wet enough to take him.

But, because he was a better man than most, he holds your hips steady making you pout and look only more fuckable, softly whispering your name, he'd beg you to wake up. And when your eyes finally open he asks you, "Sweet girl, do you know what you've been doing to me?"

Even barely awake, you felt what you'd been doing and you'd nod.

"Such a needy little one, aren't you," He'd start rocking your hips for you, watching your eyes close again.

"Gonna let me put this cock in you while you sleep? Don't worry, I'll be sure you cum all over it."

He waits for your sleep little, mmhm. And it was so easy for him to sink into you, all the way to the hilt, "Just go back to sleep, baby, you don't have to do a damn thing."

#I was suppose to be writing a wholesome fic and this happened #he'd fuck you right back to sleep #you might be sore as fuck in the morning but #worth it!#kirishima smut #mha smut #kirishima #red daddy riot

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strawberry-nugget · 3 years

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𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙄 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 | E. Kirishima/ Reader/ K. Bakugo

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: after weeks of Bakugo distancing himself from you and Kirishima you finally get the chance to talk out what happened the other day, one thing leads to another and...

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, thr*esome, oral (f! and m! receiving), double penetration, fingering, p*ssy slapping, dacryphilia, all characters portrayed are over the age of 20

𝘼/𝙉: I'm so sorry this took me so long. I know this is 6.5k with little to no plot but I hope you enjoy this, hehe, thanks for all of the notes and amazing comments on the last one. I'll be reblogging in a few minutes with the tags in those who asked. Also. This is top Kirishima. Top top top top Kirishima.

It's been two weeks now that you and Bakugo exist in different timelines.

He's never home, lost in patrol after patrol, leaving a hot mess behind him in his room, belts, gear, his back up costume messily sprawled across his room -you guess he doesn't have enough time to clean everything up. Still, the rest of the apartment always looks inhabitable, save for the little mess you make in the kitchen when you cook; he never cleans what's supposed to be your task.

You feel yourself growing sadder every day. It's something Kirishima notices and informs you he feels as well, rooted deep in how Bakugo is treating the two of you ever since that night. And the worst part is you can't do anything about it. He doesn't return his phone calls nor does he ever pick up, and by now you've accepted that he purposely avoids being in the house with you. It hurts even more knowing that he and Kirishima see each other at work every day; at least he knows Katsuki is doing okay, though as he reports, he rarely ever talks more than patrol and business.

You only wonder why he acts the way he does, thinking you don't deserve to get ghosted over for what happened. He's your roommate and one of your best friends, whatever made him feel like he has the right to ghost you with such each is not going to go by so easily and you're not willing to wait it out anymore either.

Thus, this Thursday night you call in sick for work and emerge yourself in the bathtub after checking the clock. 7.25pm. It's still an hour until Katsuki is off his shift, which means you have plenty of time to do some self care. Shave your legs, scrub your whole body with your coconut scrub- anything to calm down that put of anxiety that's starting to boil in the pit of your stomach.

You fear for the worst. That Katsuki doesn't want to be your friend anymore, and losing him doesn't sit right with you. Not over just catching him masturbating once.

There's a ton of things you want to say, or ask him. The lingering thought of him liking Kirishima or you digs deep enough into your brain and plants itself there, getting comfortable right next to the thought of him being jealous of your relationship. Could this be it? Could he just be lonely? He never talks about meeting anyone or having sex -that must be it, he's lonely, that's all.

Your bath doesn't last for long because you're nervous and the water runs cold before you have the chance to enjoy yourself. Maybe it's time to start turning the heating on in the apartment and you curse yourself because you have to talk this out with Bakugo as well -fuck its hard to not live on your own when you have to make shared decisions with someone. To your stomach's turbulence dismay you can't get out of talking to Katsuki.

"No, I literally won't tell you where she is Bakugo"

Your heart skips a beat at the sound of the door unlocking and closing again, followed by your boyfriend's familiar voice. You don't make a single movement to exit the bathroom yet- you're frozen, opting to rest on top of the toilet cap until you hear Bakugo's reply, your gut falling into a muddy pit of panic.

"I swear to fucking god if you two are trapping me to talk about it"

Typically of him, he shouts, barking and chewing a few sounds of what he's saying. Kirishima knows he's all bark and no bite though, you're eager to figure out how he'll oppose him.

"She wants to talk to you, you can't just ghost her like that when you live with her" There's a long pause next "and you should have told me that you're in fucking love with her"

"What?" Katsuki exclaims

What?

"You think I'm an idiot? Or that I can't comprehend basic human behavior? I know how people who feel the way you do act"

"What are you even saying Kirishima? That I'm jealous?"

You blink feverously, trying to take in what you're listening to unfold in the other room. You know a part of you has been wishing that this scenario wasn't true.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. You should have told me you liked her in the beginning. I would have never made a move"

They bicker back and forth for a few minutes; Katsuki accusing and Eijiro defending, then switching back and forth before going silent. It's then that you think you should emerge from the bathroom. It feels wrong to not be part of this conversation when you're the reason for their bickering, but at this point the guilt in your stomach is rotting and polluting your insides.

With a sigh, you turn the doorknob and inhale deeply. You tell yourself you can do this. You have to do this, yet your eyes are filled with hot and salty tears as you approach the living room.

Both of them eye you simultaneously, pursed lips and hands crossed over their chests; the only relieving thing about this is that they're sitting next to each other on the couch, their calves slightly touching. You know they'll make up again, they always will, but you're scared you won't be able to be part of that make up. Not with the information that's been poured onto you.

"Hi" You whisper and despite being sure both of them heard you, they make no effort to open their mouths and talk back "I uhm" You clear your throat "I heard what you were ah saying"

"Course ya did" Katsuki growls "course ya fucking did"

"Baku- I-"

"Save it! I'm gonna-" He snaps and makes a move to get off the couch, though Eijiro has other plans; he slams him back down with just a push of his hand

The same hand that's extended to you, overlapping Katsuki's chest, wordlessly asking you to join them on the couch. Your heart warms up slightly. Kirishima always does his best to make you feel included, it's no surprise he's smiling at you when you take a seat next to the blond.

"You're not going anywhere Bakugo. And babe, you can speak now"

Though you smile nervously with your lips, your first word falls silent, in awe of a lung filling sigh. Then by the time you gather some thoughts together your chest is shivering and the tears that you managed to drown before are now threatening to spill from your eyes again.

Kirishima is watching you religiously, pouting as you throw your head to the opposite direction of his to let out a small sob. He tightens the grip of his hand around yours and barely notices Bakugo batting his eyes to that direction.

"Hey, no, don't cry"

"I just don't want to lose Bakugo because of this" you sob and Kirishima shoots a killer gaze at the blond, biting the inside of his lip.

"You're not losing anyone idiot" Bakugo says, clearing his throat, giving Kirishima a strained look as well

"Babe, don't worry, Bakugo and I will be fine, you and Bakugo will be fine"

You sob again, wiping a stream of tears that's falling from your eyes and Kirishima wastes no time on cupping your cheek after bullying Bakugo to do the same. A nice change, you think, two hands reaching out for your face, you could almost get used to this.

"Yeah, you're not losing me" Bakugo tries to soothe, though by Kirishima's demand he adds to his words "I- uhh, I might want you but this has nothing to do with us not being friends"

"Yeah?" You sniffle, looking up

"Yeah"

It's too soft how you're cuddled into their arms instantly, pulled on top of them to sit on both of their laps, held tightly in both of their embraces. You coo into their arms for a while, content when Kirishima kisses your cheek and sobbing faintly when Bakugo rubs your back in circles.

"Do you want a beer baby?" Kirishima asks, softly patting your back and kissing your nape as he leaves you clinging onto Bakugo. You nod into the crook of Bakugo's neck in reply and Kirishima smiles from the other side of the couch.

The sound of the fridge opening is timelines away from what's entering your mind. Is it wrong that you like that cuddle too much? And is it even more wrong that you want more? Bakugo feels nice when you're curling up onto his lap and Kirishima adds warmth and love into everything he's touching, you almost feel your thighs clench at the idea of where your mind's traveling to.

"What if we had a threesome?"

It's so faint when it comes out of your mouth that you're convinced there shouldn't be any loud reaction to it, though you hear the can of beer that's presumably in Kirishima's hand hit the floor, you feel Katsuki's hand freeze on your back. Both of them wonder if they've heard correctly, but never asking you to repeat it.

"A uhm.. Threesome?" Kirishima asks "you'd like that?"

"Yes"

You try to hide your face deeper into Bakugo's neck, but he doesn't seem to approve of it- he pushes you back softly, with a thick hand on your stomach and another still on your back. You feel your face burning as you're forced to face him

"You'd really want a threesome?" You nod and Bakugo gulps "Right now?"

"Mhm" You gulp too, your nose almost nuzzling against his "if- if you want to"

The way you're swamped with attention is overwhelming. From the way Kirishima jumps to the edge of the couch towards you, to the way Bakugo lifts you up and stands on his feet, urging you to do the same as your feet land one by one on the carpet underneath you.

"Fuck okay uh, are you fine with it Bakugo?" The redhead asks, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I am."

Kirishima gulps when he sees Bakugo latch onto you, placing his hand on your shoulder and coughing up slightly "Should we set some rules?"

"Yes" Bakugo coughs as well, though you can feel him getting hard to where your thoughts are meeting his "wanna suggest anything?"

"Great uh, maybe no kissing between the two of you, since she's my girlfriend? And Katsuki you're wearing a condom too. Are these fine?"

Both of you gulp and nod. It's natural for Kirishima to ask this. Sharing you out of the blue can't completely sit right with him; it almost flicks a switch on inside your gut, making you gulp again when you feel him hugging you from behind.

"Safeword?" Bakugo asks

"Red" You reply cooing when your back finally hits your boyfriend's chest.

You don't even have enough time to count down seconds before you're pounded and squished between the two of them. It's a miracle that you somehow manage to convince them to move it to the bedroom.

Even if making a small stop at the hall wasn't in your original plan

Kirishima's hands are everlastingly on your waist pulling your back into his chest. He's nibbling on the nape of your neck, his fingers light as feathers as they're peeling your T-shirt off of you. He almost grunts at your exposed back, leaning down just to place a kiss on each of your shoulders before latching onto your ear

"It's fine baby, it's fine if you're embarrassed okay?" He blows into you then takes a bite of your ear lobe to which you shiver as you snap your head to his face. “what? Are you that excited?"

You gulp, nodding with your eyes shutting, an expression on your face that looks almost painful -Bakugo can't help but palm himself, searching Kirishima's carmine eyes with his, waiting for a sign that he should make a move or retreat. Anything that doesn't involve him getting a front row seat to how your chest bounces as Kirishima runs his hands on your torso from behind.

"Fuck, I-" He says, swallowijg his tongue in the process, just when Kirishima's hands change paths, now wiggling underneath your sweatpants.

"Enjoying the show Bakugo?" Kirishima's smiles and fuck- when did he adopt such an attitude? "Come 'ere"

Bakugo does as he's commanded, guided by Kirishima, as he trails your torso with his hands intertwined with his, squeezing your upper hips, trailing your belly button, eyeing you with doe eyes before launching a kiss to your navel. You writhe and wiggle in Kirishima's embrace- the feeling of another man too new, too strange to take in in less than a few moments, but Eijiro's got you, kissing your nape, your cheek, softly playing with your breasts above your bralette. Whispering his praises with his hands across your body.

"Good girl" You're sure he whispers in your ear "I got you" But all you can feel is Katsuki's breath as he's placing open mouthed kisses across your tummy, over the valley of your chest, your cheek.

Kirishima is overly alert by this, jumping in between the little scene, capturing your lips with his, using a hand to push Bakugo into the kiss as well, pulling him in as lips as smeared against lips, your saliva trailing out of your mouth. You instinctively rub your thighs together to relieve some of the burning sensation between your legs

Soon enough, Bakugo is taking off your pants, rhen his shirt, Kirishima's taking his off too, managing not to let you go all while pushing the three of you into the bedroom. There's nothing but a trail of clothing in the hallway that could suggest what's happening inside the room once the door closes shut; three pairs of sweats, three different t-shirts and maybe the white ghost of hot and heavy breathing.

On the bed, it's way more comfortable. Your arching back is finally resting against the pillowy mattress, Kirishima's smile from upside down soothing and forgiving, you almost melt away while he cups your face and bumps his nose to yours, giggling slightly, before glaring at Bakugo. He guides your head into his lap, still holding your cheeks, still rubbing circles onto your soft face, pouting hard before facing your friend.

"You good babe?" He asks you and you nod again, humming a small reply to him "you too Katsuki?"

"Yeah, fuck yeah, I am" He gulps, pumping himself twice.

"You're not getting in without prep by the way"

You writhe in Kirishima's lap, gooey eyes and mouth open wide as he leans to pry your legs open, trailing his middle finger across your clothes slit. Your chest jumps when you hear him chuckle. You know he's struck the gold vein he's searching for, your panties swimming in a puddle, completely damp from getting your neck attacked only a few minutes ago.

Katsuki marvels a finger across your slit as well, avoiding your clit purposely or flicking it occasionally, moaning every time his finger touches the chilly dampness of your underwear.

Kirishima pries your legs open wider, hooking his middle finger under your panties and pulling them over and slightly to the side, flashing the blond with a glimpse of you -you swear you see him gulp. Hard.

"Want a taste?" Kirishima asks, chuckling, as if Bakugo isn't frothing at the mouth at the mention of the action, as if he isn't diving in between your thighs like a starved man.

He almost rips your panties by pulling them to the side. Your hands link through his platinum hair and you almost whine at how soft it feels, or, about the moaning sounds he makes as he's digging his fingers in the plush skin of your thigh, swinging your leg wider. You slide a little further along, laid completely flat on the bed -head still on Kirishima's lap.

Sweetly, Kirishima captures your inner lips with his fingers and circles them around before making you hump on him, his knuckles bumping with Bakugo's nose when he chuckles again. You almost tear up by the over stimulating pressure Kirishima's fingers provide for you, but you decide to hold it in; not sure hitched breath leaves your mouth until Bakugo takes an experimental lick across your slit.

With a thumb presses to your clit he retreats for a second, just to watch as he sinks his middle finger inside of you and -"oh my fucking god Katsuki"- he's back at it again, licking at you religiously. Softly, like Kirishima always does, patiently. Just like you love it.

It has your back arching, chest bouncing for Kirishima's eyes to enjoy. He decides he won't have you hanging, bouncing and thrashing. With two huge palms he cups your breasts, flicking your nipples, massaging you for just enough time to make your heart burn, then he wiggles a finger to the hood of your clit, applying throbbing pressure.

The knot in your stomach is tight, your vision blurry, you're sure what you think is silent moaning is probably full-on screaming, mewling or pleas of pleasure that you can't comprehend.

Kirishima is smiling at you from above, still wiggling his finger on you left and right in Bakugo's business and you can't help it- you yelp, pushing Bakugo's face deeper into you. It feels good- too good, like your legs are nothing but jello, your stomach and thighs feeling like they've transformed into liquid smooth. You mewl in Kirishima's arms, coiling, desperately eyeing him in hopes that he and Katsuki won't stop what they're doing.

"M so close" You slur when Kirishima takes a hand of yours away from Bakugo's hair, softly turning it upside down, until your palm is met with the wetness of his foreskin, the pulsing slit of his that leaks precum into your hand.

He whines -"ohh"- when you wrap your fingers around him, instantly pumping your hand up and down, your grip firm and steady as you twist your wrist with every bob of your hand.

"Suck me off baby" Kirishima softly commands, rubbing an experimental circle with his tip on your lips, smearing some of his precum around your mouth. You gulp at how carelessly he pumps his base, until he pries your lips open.

You take him eagerly into your mouth, feeling your stomach churn and your thighs freezing in place by Bakugos movements; so long as you're steadily sucking Kirishima's cock into your mouth, he scissors his fingers inside of you.

"You like that?" He moans into you, eyeing Kirishima "you twitched- fuck you're twitching"

"Show me how wet she is"

Kirishima commands and Bakugo complies by taking his fingers away from your heat and shining them into Kirishima's face. You whimper but how good it feels when he moans against you, blinking as you watch your boyfriend take your friend's fingers in his mouth, sucking in eagerly, before popping the digits out of his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva fall faintly onto the valley of your breasts

"Your pussy's s'wet baby, you're dripping all over over Katsuki's hands" Kirishima thrusts in your mouth "you taste so good" then turns his attention to Bakugo "tell 'er, how fucking good she tastes"

Bulky fingers rub on your clit once more and Bakugos hand secures your tummy in place while pinning you down; you feel it then, the inevitable end of what has been building up in your stomach for such a long while and you can't help but scream at the feeling of coming undone. Shaking, struggling to take a breath without popping Kirishima out of your mouth.

"Fucking perfect"

Your vision is white, your head is buzzing and your legs are frozen. You can feel Kirishima fucking into your mouth once, twice and ever so slightly, depending in how relaxed your jaw is as he's moaning. You don't choke when he hits your throat, you simply moan onto him, too blinded by the afterglow of your orgasm to even react to what's about to unfold.

"Fuck- take 'em off- Fuuck" Kirishima says, you notice. Bakugo probably does as he's told; you hear shuffling and grunting, the soft pop of his dick to his stomach. You want to see-

Bakugo, hazed and drenched in you, cups your womanhood with his hand, landing his thumb on your clit and you yelp again, thrassing onto the bed, finally popping Kirishima out of your mouth. He tugs and drags his fingers away- he's opening you up, of course, that's it- and you can't help but roam your eyes all over him. Searching for his cock, wanting to see it dive inevitably into you.

It's unfair that Kirishima has a better view than you do, but at least, you hope he enjoys the view. You buck your hips forward when you feel Katsukis thighs grace against your own. His skin is unbelievably cold, making the hair on your legs and tummy raise; a tear rolls down your cheek then the moment the tip of his cock touches your clit.

"We've got- ah- condoms in the first drawer. On your left" Kirishima says cheerfully, bucking his hips away from your face, kneeling just to place a kiss on your forehead- your nose- your lips, finally bumping the tip of his nose to yours when he sucks your inner lip into his mouth

"You liked that baby?" Kirishima breathes "You liked Bakugo eating you out?"

"Mhm" You nod, not wanting to break away from the kiss, unlike Kirishima

You can hear Katsuki cursing, slamming the drawer shut as he fidgets with the condom. Everything seems slow, from the way his thick fingers can't grasp the tiny edges of the wrapper, to him finding out what's the right side to put it on -he grunts, inevitably- stealing giggles from both you and Kirishima

"Ah man, you're struggling, come 'ere let me help"

Bakugo grunts once again, although this time it's not out of frustration. Kirishima playfully pulls him close, places a kiss on his navel and extends his hand underneath Bakugo's, politely asking for the condom -you know his lips are pressed into a goofy smiley line right now just by the way his body moves.

Kirishima lets your cheek rest on his thigh when he moves to grab Katsuki's cock, to roll the condom on him while twisting his fist on him no more than twice -unfair- before playfully slapping the blond's ass, urging him to climb onto the bed again.

It's then that your hips are jerked and raised towards the blond, huge palms on your hips, pulling you towards him. Nervous touches, unspoken apologies for potentially harsh movements, his eyes are flickering into yours and his lips are all pouty, scrunched, his cheeks plump with embarrassment. He doesn't know if you notice, nor does he think he ever will, but it's killing him -that he's only allowed to line himself up with you under this circumstance.

Whether you notice the hurt in his eyes or not, you don't comment on it, nor do you spare him any worried look. He doesn't even know if he wants you to take pity on this state of his.

No.

No, he doesn't.

He only hopes Kirishima won't get mad when he cups your face tenderly, nor when he traps your face with his other hand caging you away from the redhead thigh -it's for better leverage he'll say if he's asked to- but you melt into his touch.

And his chest burns.

It's worse when he finally pushes into you. His heart won't stop beating hard and fast and he's scared he's going to have a fall. No-no- he shouldn't think about it, if he does think about it, he'll definitely have a fall.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh," You murmur, feeling the voice come from the depths of your chest.

That's the only confirmation he needs to ignite his ego and light it on fire. You feel good, you're sucking him in deeper and your cheek is still melting into his palm. It's more than enough; he ignores Kirishima's gaze and whatever it may carry behind it. It's for his own sanity he reminds himself.

"You're doing so good babe,'' Kirishima asks you, cupping your other cheek. He's smiling- no need to worry about him not having a positive reaction to Bakugo caressing you

(The rules that had been presented to him were simple- wear a condom and no kissing)

"You're taking it so well, isn't she Katsuki?"

"Fuck yeah" He grunts, thrusting harder

"So, so well baby, we'll make sure you get to come first okay?" You ogle your eyes at Kirishima, teary and soft by his words, clapping your lips together and pouting, begging him silently for a kiss. Only to feel the void when his soft lips don't come in contact with yours

"Oh no, no kiss for baby. You're so naughty, wanting me to kiss you when you're getting fucked by our friend"

"What?" You whine, popping on to your left elbow "Eiji- i want my kiss"

"None can do" He smiles and Bakugo snaps his hips into you "unless you earn it"

Your stomach is tied in a knot again, gummy walls tightening around Bakugo, back arching. It's almost painful to watch you sprawled like this underneath him, reacting in peak with the rhythm of his hips, begging him to go faster, harder. At one point, he's losing himself in the speed he's fucking you with, feeling like he's about to combust from inside out is not helping either

-He thinks, he'll be spent for days after this-

It's guttural, the way you feel as Bakugo thrusts inside of you, the way you mewl and twitch and feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. You feel full, so much that you mutter it, slurred and incomprehensibly at Kirishima. It's more than enough for him to rub your chin with his thumb and buck his hips on your face again. You take him eagerly, smiling with your lips when he lands on your tongue. You swirl it around, pump him deeper into your mouth, suck on his tip until he moans in sync with you.

"Bakugoo" He hisses, biting his lip as he's eyeing you "don't chase your own satisfaction! Go slower and rub her clit too" He takes Bakugos hand away from your face, tracing it down your body before landing on your heat, pinching your clit softly making you moan "ah so responsive"

For a while he doesn't move his hand away, focused on guiding Bakugo's fingers on you, teaching him how to make you feel good while he's fucking and you're on fire, gut churning and chest tight, ovestimulated by how good it all feels. You can't even take a proper breath as Kirishima humps deeper into your mouth. He groans too loud when his tip hits your cheek.

You know this is too much for him, you know he can't hold back any longer, but you grab onto his shaft and twirl your grin on his base, bobbing it into your cheek and popping it out before swallowing it again.

And while Bakugo's thrusts are becoming desperate, Kirishima bursts into your mouth, holding your hair softly, pulling you closer to you- closer, closer, until your nose hits his navel, biting on his cheeks and squinting his eyes so he won't shut them, drunk on the view of you overflowing with his come. He only grubs your chin, swiping his thumb on the white trail that's spilling from the corner of your lips, trying his best to smirk at you without taking a breath.

"Swallow it sweetheart -ah- that's right, you're so -fuck- perfect for me"

Your lower stomach is protesting, bursting slowly as Bakugo is thrusting faster into you. His speed, him hitting that spot in your gut repeatedly, creating the perfect feeling of numbness, it's all too much and not enough all at once, you want to cry out- you gush and you writhe as your legs hook around Bakugo's waist.

Your boyfriend retreats from his previous position, smiling as ever, petting Bakugo's blonde hair, massaging your breast, kissing your nipple, then attacking your upper chest, trapping supple skin in between his tongue and teeth, dragging Bakugo along with him. It's what ultimately leads Bakugo over the edge, his tip feeling numb, blood rushing all over his body, he thrusts a few more times before he pulls out, spilling his own satisfaction into the condom, feeling his heart race faster than ever before.

"Your doing sooo good" Kirishima says once more, pecking your lips repeatedly. "Wanna ride me? Or are you tired? "

"Fuck no, lay down"

"That's my girl" He smiles "Katsuki, come here"

Kirishima rubs your wetness up and down, grunting when he finds your clit, grazing it with the back of his hand, whispering about how wet you are, to which you respond by hugging your arms around his neck, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You only pull back when he lets you coo into him by petting your hair softly.

You're instantly met with Bakugo's eyes blazing into yours from above- it's not intimidating, rather, it's lustful, but you still need some time to pull yourself back, despite the eagerness in his eyes. You must have missed the point where he discarded his condom, or just how thick he actually is, because he's standing hard and proud before you, nervously searching for Kirishima's approval.

Your boyfriend's approval comes with gripping on him and easing him close to you. You take him in both of your hands, relying on Kirishima to keep your torso lifted, focusing on twisting your hand around him in the same way you did for Eijiro. Too bad you almost lose grip when He snaps his hips into you.

You can feel Katsuki's dick twitch into your hands as you pull him down lower, getting your tongue out of your mouth to place kitten lips all over his length. Eijiro mimics you, licking the tip when you're not licking the base, letting you take control when he ceases his movements for a bit, to lift both of you a little higher, so you don't have to bend your neck as much. He strokes some sweaty strands of hair away from your face, he kisses your cheek and Bakugo is already thrusting into your mouth feverously.

"Fuck"

"You're so wet baby, you feel like you could take us both" You yelp, wide eyes as you freeze on the spot "want to take us both?"

"I do" You yelp with tears in your eyes "I do I do, I do I do"

"Oh, look at you being so desperate, want to get -ah- wrecked, don't you?"

"I do Eiji- you cry out

"Then ask Katsuki to take you too, ask him to shove his cock into you while I'm fucking you too, like the greedy little thing you are"

At this point, you think poor Bakugo isn't going to make it to the end of this.

"Katsu" You plead, watery eyes staring into desperate carmine ones "Katsu fuck me while Eiji fucking me too-"

"Say please" Kirishima interrupts, pinching your nipple "or I'm not going to let him"

"Please, pleaseplease, please"

"Fuck yeah" Katsuki replies "ill fucking wreck you" The sounds he's making are supposed to be words, though they're far from being clear and understandable, his veins are pulsing into your mouth. He's too excited for this, so excited that you know he'll never make it to the drawer to reach for a new condom. So Kirishima is doing it for him, hooking the little rubber between his fingers as he's opening the drawer.

"Come on baby, pull back" He taps on your shoulder and places a kiss on your collar bone, thrusting deeper into you this time. The reaction is immediate, you're throwing your head back in seconds and Bakugo whines at the sudden departure of your warm mouth.

Kirishima allows you to kiss his thighs, his tip, his navel, to squeeze the small of his back and his ass before letting you wear the condom onto him.

You lose track of Bakugo until you feel wet kisses being planted on your thighs and ass, the back of your knees. You feel his hand being placed on your thigh, the warmth of his palm as he's soothingly rubbing it up and down your skin, to prepare you, raising his thumb to graze at your crotch occasionally. You whine every time he thumbs your clit, or flicks it when it meets with Kirishima's navel.

"You good? I'll start with my fingers" You choke on the sound of his words and nod frantically. If only you could actually watch him when he delves his middle finger in you along with Eijiro's cock. Still you whine loudly, when another finger joins the first one, slowly scissoring inside of you "fuck you're gonna take it so well aren't you? Kirishima's right. You love this"

"Answer him," Kirishima whispers, teeth biting down in your lobe. He grabs your face, trapping your cheeks between his fingers, turning you in Katsuki's direction, pushing your cheeks together. You swallow when you see the blind focused on watching you stretch.

"I love it

But Eijiro isn't satisfied with how you're trying to make your words get past from your lips

"Say it like you mean it doll, or I won't let your friend put it in"

You eye him dangerously, putting your lips even further before muttering a soft 'fine' -your redhead doesn't make a comment on your little attitude, probably because he's gotten what he's wanted from you- and Katsuki hisses, fisting his cock faster.

"I love it so much Katsuh"

"And Eiji- you mean. It's not only him that's here" Kirishima smirks and this time he pulls out of you, flipping your body so that your back is facing him. One hand comes to your wetness, spreading your lips apart, stretching you wide open "Try again" He lets go just for a moment, to slap your clit loosely. Once. Twice. Never ceasing when you whine. Your hips buck up towards Katsuki.

"Look at how nice I am, I even gave you a full view. Am I not?"

"You are Eiji. You're the best, the best. And I love this so much, I'm going to combust"

"Oh you will?" Katsuki interrupts, grunting when Kirishima pulls his dick closer to you, rubbing the head on your clit until Katsuki gets the hint. You let out a guttural groan at the feeling, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes from being too overstimulated for so long

"Yes baby, I will, just please"

"M going in-" Katsuki announces, earning a nod from Kirishima "If he won't let you come, then we don't listen to him 'kay?"

Kirishima chuckles at the one and bites the top of your ears dragging his tongue to the base of it- a warning- to not try and agree with what Katsuki's offering. And being obedient definitely pays off when you feel your boyfriend's head poke against your entrance.

It feels splitting and painful all at once; the tears in your eyes are pouring, and none of the caresses you're receiving is helping. You need time to adjust and both men provide that for you. Minutes pass spent with soft kisses. Kirishima sucking your neck and Bakugo kissing your breasts, the three of you making out- anything until you feel like you can get used to them.

And when you do, they go slow, each at their own pace, simultaneously hitting spots that you don't know could or should ever be hit at the same time.

"You good?" Both men ask and you have to gulp that frog that sits at the top of your mouth if you want to talk, but you can't. Your throat is too tight, your eyes are too watery

"Babe"

"Better than I thought I'd be actually"

You get lost in the haze of their hips, their thrusts and you can already feel Katsuki collapsing onto you, chasing his own pit of pleasure when it hits you. Your gut coming undone for the last time has your heart leaping and skipping beats; you hook your arm around Katsuki's neck, jumping up and down from how fast both men are thrusting into you and you bring your face to his, cooling your mouths together.

When he feels you clamp down on him -and Kirishima- he pulls out, rolls the condom off and strokes himself slightly. You whine at the sudden departure of him inside of you but you quickly clamp down on just your boyfriend, before feeling him shifting from underneath you, finally pushing down the small of your back. You take Katsuki into your mouth while Kirishima slaps your ass, thrusting fast and hard into you.

There's no sweet talk right now, authority and intimidation hiding away as satisfaction is being chased. Sloppily and not carefully at all. It's evident in how you're sucking Katsuki off. There's no consistency in your rhythm, you're squirming as Kirishima is slowing down before picking up his pace again, running his hands through your hair affectionately. When he comes, he coats your insides in white ropes of pleasure, riding off his orgasm softly, until he feels himself stop twitching.

By the time he pulls out you've made Katsuki come as well, hearing his high pitched grunts as he lets it all out in your mouth. Although this time you're not overwhelmed with the amount; it's his second round nonetheless.

Katsuki's hands don't cease to take this chance, even if they're awkward and shaking he's grabbing your cheeks squishing them just like Kirishima did a while ago and kisses you, poking his tongue in your mouth, moaning at his own taste, pulling your lips under his teeth.

You know your lips will be bruised by this. And you don't care. Because when he pulls back, Kirishima is kissing you as well, pulling you into his arms, caging you into his chest.

You even smile as tiny, peppery kisses are pressed onto your skin.

"You did so well" Kirishima smiles "you too Katsu, you both were amazing"

Katsuki smiles, popping onto the bed as well, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling himself onto you and Kirishima. He nuzzles his nose at the crook of your neck and for the first time in a while he feels warm, content, calm and collected. Or so you think by the kiss that's planted onto your back by him.

It's tender and soft, mimicking Kirishima's but feeling nothing like your boyfriend's kisses at the same time. You collapse further into Kirishima's chest and he kisses the top of your hair and your cheek, mellowy.

"Wanna take a bath?" He suggests under his breath and both you and Katsuki nod, sinking further in the sheets with heavy eyes. Maybe when your feet won't feel like they'll betray you, you'll get up and have a warm bath, sandwiched between Katsuki and Eijiro, smothered in kisses, lathered in lavender soap, maybe you'll make a cup of chamomile for the three of of you and cuddle between them before you go to sleep.

Until then…

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