softness & need

your chin tucks and izuku pulls you higher up his chest. now you've got nowhere to hide, cheek against his pec, taking the full weight of those red eyes.

"say thank you to eji, baby." the hand under your skirt squeezes and you press out a thank you. Your lips curl over your teeth, and you watch the other man take a deep breath. his arm drapes over izuku's shoulders, and your boyfriend leans back into him, resting his head against him and tilting his phone into view.

"good. this too. look at her nose."

you can't see the picture, but you feel kirishima's fingers tangle in the ends of your hair. it makes you suck in a breath, izuku's hand squeezing you again.

"adorable."

"oh—oh and there's the parrots, and—" izuku's thumb stutters. you feel his belly tighten under your arm. "oh."

"oh," kiri says, and your stomach fills with butterflies.

"oh what?" you ask, squirming. kiri's fingers tighten, izuku's arm tightens, and now you can barely move.

"nothin', just," jade eyes flick up to the man he's leaning on as he tilts the phone down. "you're not. . . weird about that, right?"

"nah," kirishima's chin dips into his hair. "not if you're okay with it."

your ears are burning now. "with what?"

izuku meets your eyes and gives you that smile—the one he gives before you get pulled (willingly) into something you've only talked about. "your pictures, silly."

"what—" your mind blanks, heat flooding you, and all at once you know what he means. "which ones?"

kirishima wraps his hand around izuku's, making a sound. "that's, two weeks ago?" you think. two weeks? that's—

"oh. . ." heart in your throat, you stay still. they look at you with lazy, drunk eyes, dark and squinted at the corners.

"oh," he copies, teasing. his eyes flick between you and the screen—the photo of you sitting in lzuku's work chair, clothes off, belly striped with his cum.

"baby?" izuku smiles, rubbing your ass with a heavy hand. "remember now?"

you've. . . talked to izuku about this. if he ever shared pictures of you—or shared you—it'd be with someone he chose, on his terms. someone he knows would take good care of you, since you're spoiled by him. someone who'd know when to pop your ass without snapping at your sass.

someone like kirishima, apparently.

. . .it makes sense. you just weren't expecting it.

"y-yeah," your tongue's the victim of three shots and two drinks, fumbling, thick in your mouth as your heart climbs into your throat. and down between your thighs.

izuku grins when you stretch, catching on that you're rubbing your legs together in the most casual way you can manage.

"is it alright if riot sees what a pretty girl you are?" you nod, biting the inside of your cheek. "and more?"

"more?" a video? your face—which is stupid, irrational.

"when you're sweet for me?" kirishima clearly likes the sound of that, spreading his legs and leaning further back.

you swallow. "yeah." you can feel yourself opening up, preening under their attention.

"'kay. this is from when i was out of town last week, then, riot."

you gape, eyes wide. that's one you sent—your cunt spread open with wet fingers, lips puffy, clit swollen from playing, cream around your hole. "tha's this pretty girl's princess parts."

you gasp, brows furrowing. he's poking at all those sensitive spots and it makes your skin prickle, your eyes sting. why would he say that in front of—

"princess. parts." kirishima nods, and if you look close enough, you can see his ears turning red. "those are pretty, too, sweet girl."

"say 'thank you eji.'"

"th-thank you eji." your throat tightens, little tremors taking you. you're going along with it—your body defaults to doing what Izuku asks. and that's. . .

"midoriya, are her princess parts just as pretty in person?"

"i think they are." izuku passes his phone, and kirishima grins, pressing his finger over the picture to see if it's live. it is, and with izuku's ringer on, you hear the worn-out hum you let out near the end. you hear it again, and again, and— "what do you think, baby?"

you think you're being teased into a mess. you think you're insane for letting it get this far. you think they're playing unfair.

"i think they are."

you think you're too far gone to tell them to stop.

"what?" you're pulled into izuku's lap, sideways, your leg resting over kirishima's thigh. he's set his hand close to your inner thigh, still grinning, still swiping. "i forgot what we're talking about."

"i think they're—pretty."

"what?"

"my—" your eyes flutter. kirishima gives you his full attention, his fingers touching your neck. izuku too, palming your breast openly, giving it a squeeze. you have to get over it. "my princess parts," you whisper, squirming full-on in izuku's lap. thank god you're in a corner.

"good job, angel girl." you're warm. and needy.

"thank you for telling me," kirishima whispers, nuzzling the top of izuku's head. his fingers wrap around the back of your neck, and izuku grins at that. he raises his brows, and you nod softly.

"mhm." you part your legs a little, but kirishima keeps his hand steady, to your frustration.

"baby, wanna ask riot something?"

"i can?" you know you can, but you're shy, butterflies in your belly even though he's shown so much interest in you it could be seen from miles away. stalling is okay, right?

you get a knowing grin, a pinch at your ass, too. "i think he's waiting for you to ask." you've never asked this. he lets you kiss mina and uraraka after you ask, lets you dance with sero and kaminari when you ask, but this is different. this is. . .

"don't be scared."

okay, but the fear makes you feel high. "do you—do you wanna see? at home with us?"

kirishima smiles, like he was expecting the question, but still excited to get it. "yeah?"

"mhm," you nod. he looks you over, his ruby gaze meeting emerald.

"yeah," izuku hums, his hand settling over your belly as you rock your hips without thinking. "she asked."