MOVED

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Kirishima pounds you into the mattress, his hands gripping the back of your thighs and pushing them into your chest as he ruts into you over and over again. He leans back, eyes trained on where your bodies connect so he can watch the way you’re stretching around him, your pretty pussy gripping his girth and coating him with your arousal. Each time he pulls out he sees the way his cock glistens with your wetness, and each time he plunges back in he watches your cream collect more at the base. “Fuck,” he could cum right now from the sight, from hearing the way you whimper and babble beneath him while he’s fucking you senseless.

“Want you to cum again, baby,” he says through gritted teeth, staving off his own orgasm as best he can, “be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

You whine at that — god, you love when he calls you a good girl. Your boyfriend is so good at praising you (and fucking you), but your brain has been craving something else as of late.

“Eiji,” you breathe, and his eyes snap up to meet yours, “need you to be mean to me.”

His pace slows, sweat rolling down his chest as he steadies his breath, then reaches over to the bedside table. You ask him what he’s doing, in that pouty voice that makes his cock twitch, and he just flashes you a toothy grin. Straightening back up with his phone in hand, he tells you: “I’m gonna give you exactly what you need, babygirl.”

You’re still completely confused when he finally taps the speaker button and hands you the phone, giving you a look that tells you to say something.

“H-hello?” Your voice comes out breathier than you intended, your boyfriend rolling his hips into yours at the opportune moment.

The person on the other line chuckles, voice low and gravelly, and your whole body heats up when you recognize it.

“Listen to you, panting like a bitch in heat.”

“Kats — ah!” Kiri is picking up his pace again, bracing himself on your thighs as he pushes in and out of you, his length dragging along your velvety walls.

“That’s right, moan my fuckin’ name while Kirishima fucks you. He told me you were a slut and I didn’t believe him at first. But you really are a slut, huh?”

You don’t know whether to be humiliated or turned on by this — by your boyfriend’s best friend talking to you like that in this moment — but what you do know is that your boyfriend’s dick is once again hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Covering your mouth with your hand, you do your best to silence the moans that threaten to spill out and into the phone’s receiver.

“Answer me, bitch.” Comes Katsuki’s growl over the speaker when you don’t respond.

A strong hand grabs your wrist, removing your hand from your mouth and pinning it to your side. Kiri gives you a mischievous smile, his crimson eyes darkened with lust. “Better answer him, princess.”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m a slut,” you admit weakly.

“That’s what I thought,” Katsuki laughs, “Dirty fuckin’ slut, need someone to tell you what you are so you can cum? Too dumb to figure it out yourself, need someone else to tell you what a slut you are? Is that it?”

“Y-yes — oh fuck!” Kiri leans over you, your legs slung over his broad shoulders, and pounds into you, obscene wet slapping sounds filling the room with each buck of his hips. You can feel slick rolling down your ass and onto the sheets below you, the familiar knot in your core tightening.

“Oh shit,” Katsuki groans, voice huskier now, “I can hear how wet you are. Fuck, you do like this shit, you nasty bitch.”

Lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss as Kiri leans forward more, folding you in half and giving him access to even deeper parts of you. He groans into your mouth, feeling the way your walls tighten around him as he delivers hard, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out of your heat before plunging back in.

Wanton moans fill Katsuki’s ear as he listens to you be ruined on the other line. He can hear the wet sounds of you being pounded by his best friend, the wet sounds of you swapping spit with his best friend — shit, he can’t help but push his sweats down to free his aching cock, leaning over to let a long drop of spit fall from his lips onto the head. He holds his phone in his free hand as he strokes himself messily, and now you can hear the wet sounds of your boyfriend’s best friend jacking himself off on the other line.

“Fuck her harder, Kiri,” Katsuki groans through the phone, “I wanna hear the bitch cum.”

You feel Kirishima smile against your lips before pulling back and gripping the backs of your knees, spreading them open and pinning them on either side of your head. He presses you into the mattress like this, folded in on yourself and spread open wide for him. He licks his lips, a glint in his eye that you’ve only seen when he’s working or training, and then snaps his hips into yours, sinking his dick into you in one quick motion. You cry out as his hips meet yours over and over again, fucking you at a pace brutal enough to turn your sweet mewls into shrieks of pleasure.

You can’t see, can’t think, you can only focus on the agonizingly pleasurable feeling of Kirishima bullying your insides, and the humiliatingly arousing sound of Katsuki bullying you verbally.

“What a fuckin’ slut — listen to yourself, god you love being treated like a whore huh?“

The air is punched out of you with each thrust, your body bouncing on the mattress as Kiri fucks you relentlessly. His balls slap against your ass, his tip pounding into your sensitive walls over and over again, sending electricity shooting through your body.

“— I can hear how sloppy that pussy is — shit — hear what a mess yer makin’”

Kiri is grunting and panting above you, and the wet sounds and low groans on the phone speaker are getting louder. It’s all so overwhelming, so hot, all you can do is moan and grip the phone in your hand, pleasure threatening to overtake you, the knot deep in your core threatening to snap.

“— gonna cum all over that dick, bitch? Gonna cum on that cock like the slut you are?”

You come undone, white-hot pleasure flooding you and making your back arch up off the bed. “Oh shit,” Kiri groans as he fucks you through your orgasm, watches you gush around him, your pretty face contort in pleasure, feels your walls clenching down on him as if to milk him dry. “Good girl, fuck —“

“Don’t tell me you’re about to blow your load already, Kiri — fuckin’ pathetic,” Katsuki barks.

And then Kiri is spilling over inside you, leaning over you as he buries himself in your fluttering cunt. A low groan rumbles in his belly, his balls tightening against your ass and his cock twitching inside you as he releases spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum. He fills you up until you’re overflowing with him, your juices and his mixing together and gushing out around his dick.

Panting, shuddering, you both come down together, Kiri pressing soft kisses to your jaw as your fingers ghost up and down his muscular back. You’re both so high, you almost forget —

“You’re both so fuckin’ weird, cummin’ from that shit.”