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indulger!katsuki who cannot handle a single pout from you, especially when you’re staring at something that costs more than a mid-sized sedan.

you both stood in the center of a glittering ginza boutique, the air smelling of expensive lilies and cold air conditioning. you didn’t say a word; you simply stopped in front of a gold necklace with a pear-cut diamond that caught the light in a way that made your eyes widen.

you looked at the jewel, then slowly shifted your gaze to katsuki, tilting your head with a small, hopeful shimmer in your eyes.

katsuki stopped dead in his tracks, his shoulders tensing under his your gaze. “don't even start with that look,” he barked, though his eyes didn't leave your face.

“i didn't say anything, katsuki.” you chuckled.

“you're saying it with your damn eyes! you're practically screaming 'buy me this overpriced rock' without opening your mouth! it's a piece of carbon, you greedy brat! do you have any idea how many zeros are on that price tag?” katsuki had his hands in his hips, looking down at you like he was your mom scolding you.

“i didn’t even ask for it, baby. just looking… it’s pretty, that’s all,”you let out a tiny, theatrical sigh and began to turn away, your shoulders slumping just a fraction.

“tch! stop it! get back here!" he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but careful, and yanked you back toward the glass case. he slammed a hand onto the counter, making the sales clerk jump nearly a foot in the air. “wrap that one up! now! and put it in the fancy box so she doesn't complain that it looks cheap!”

“of course, sir! right away!” as the clerk hurried to package the necklace.

katsuki leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “you're a manipulative menace. a spoiled, pampered little menace. you think you can just look at me and i'll cave? you think i'm some kind of pushover?”

you beamed, leaning into his chest. “yes!”

“damn right i am! for you i am! now let's get out of here before you decide you want the matching earrings too!”

“ooh! now that you mention it…”

indulger!katsuki who believes that “out of stock” is merely a suggestion and that rules don't apply when you want something.

you were in a high-end streetwear boutique, your eyes locked on a limited-edition cropped leather jacket. it was the only one in your size, and it was perched precariously on a headless mannequin in the window. the store manager had already told you three times that display items were not for sale.

you looked at the jacket, then at your boyfriend, your lower lip trembling just a bit. “let’s just go. he said i can't have it,” you whispered, looking devastated.

katsuki’s eyes snapped to the mannequin. he looked at the manager, who was sweating profusely, and then back to you. a slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. “what do you mean it's not for sale?”

“sir, it's the display model! it's meant to stay on the mannequin for the aesthetic of the window—”

“i don't give really a damn about the bullshit of your window. isn’t a store like this supposed to be taking money?! tch,”katsuki stormed forward, his heavy boots thudding against the polished floor. in one fluid, violent motion, he reached out and gripped the collar of the jacket. with a loud rip of plastic fasteners and a crash of the mannequin’s arm snapping off, he tore the garment right off the plastic form. he didn't even wait for the manager to react before he tossed the jacket over your shoulders. “there. now it's yours. stop looking like a kicked puppy.”

“katsuki! you can't just—”

“i just did! now, you,” he pointed a finger at the trembling manager, “ring this up. now. or i'll blow the front door off your hinges and pay for it in pieces.”

you giggled, hugging the leather to your chest. “you're so aggressive. aren’t you supposed to be a hero…? that wasn’t heroic at all.”

“did i steal it?! no, i didn’t. now shut up and pay for the damn thing with my card, you brat.”

indulger!katsuki who will cross entire prefectures just to satisfy a midnight craving because he can't stand the thought of you being unhappy.

it was 1:00 am on a tuesday. katsuki had just finished a grueling sixteen-hour shift dealing with a villain breakout in the city center. he was covered in soot, his muscles aching, and he had just collapsed onto the sofa. you crawled into his lap, rubbing your cheek against his chest. “kats baby... i really want that strawberry shortcake from that one bakery in chiba.”

he groaned, the sound vibrating through his ribs. “are you kidding me? chiba? that's an hour's drive! go to sleep!”

“but the cream is so light... and they use those organic strawberries... i can almost taste it.” you practically whined as you nuzzled closer to him like an annoying cat.

your boyfriend closed his eyes, praying for strength. he stayed silent for a full minute, his chest heaving. then, he let out a loud, frustrated scream and sat up abruptly, nearly dumping you off his lap. “god damn it! why are you like this? why can't you just want a normal snack from the convenience store?”

“because i'm your pretty baby?”

he glared at you, his vermillion eyes narrowing, but the heat in them wasn't anger. oh, no it wasn’t. it was absolute, unconditional devotion. no matter how hard he glared, you had him wrapped around your pretty manicured fingers that he also payed for.

katsuki stood up and grabbed his keys from the counter. “get in the car. if we get there and they're sold out, i'm leaving you on the sidewalk.”

“you love me too much for that.”

“tch. keep talking and i'll buy you a whole damn bakery and make you work there just so i never have to drive to chiba at midnight again!”

indulger!katsuki who expresses his love through a constant stream of “shut up” and “you're annoying,” while simultaneously funding your entire lavish lifestyle.

you were sitting on the bed, surrounded by a mountain of shopping bags from your latest spree. you were trying on a pair of towering gold heels that were probably impractical for any one human being to walk in.

katsuki walked into the room, stopping to stare at the chaos. “what the hell is all this? did you rob a bank while i was at the agency?”

“they were on sale!” you beamed up at him giddily as if that answered his question.

“on sale? you bought six pairs of the same shoe in different colors! you're a damn shopaholic is what you are!” katsuki had his hands on his hips as if he was your mom scolding you.

you stood up, wobbling slightly in the gold heels, and walked toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but look how they make my legs look, kats.”

he looked down at your legs, then back up at your face. his expression shifted from irritation to a hunger that made your stomach flip. he gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, his palms warm through your clothes. “tch. your legs always look good. you don't need overly expensive gold shoes to make me want to rip your clothes off.”

“are you saying you don't like them?” you pouted at him.

“i'm saying i find it stupid how much money you spend on things that just make me want to keep you in the bedroom all day. now get those damn things off and c’mere."

indulger!katsuki who views your shopping addiction as a challenge to his bank account, and he loves winning. you once mentioned, in passing, that you liked a certain vintage watch that was being auctioned off, a piece that was practically unobtainable.

you didn't expect him to get it; you just liked the idea of it.

two weeks later, katsuki tosses a small, velvet box onto your lap while you're eating breakfast. “here. stop thinking about it. it’s starting to annoying me.”

you open the box to find the watch, its gold face gleaming. you gasp, looking at the price estimate you'd seen online. “katsuki bakugo! this cost... this is insane! why would you do this?”

“hah! because i can!” he yells, though there's a smirk playing on his lips. “because i'm the best, and my woman should have the best. i don't want you looking at some auction site like some extra. i want you to look at your wrist and remember that i'm the one who got it for you.” he pulls you into his lap, his arms locking around you. “i'll buy the whole damn auction house if it means you'll stop daydreaming and focus on me. you get it? everything you want is yours, as long as you remember who the hell provides it.”

you weren’t entirely sure what his deal was… he either loved you so much that he was willing to throw money at everything, he actually finds it annoying when you talk about stuff you want, or he loves flexing his hard-earned money.

it was all the above.

indulger!katsuki who treats every anniversary, birthday, holiday, or “just because” day as a competition to see how much he can possibly spoil you.

for your anniversary, he didn't just get you a gift; he rented out an entire rooftop garden in tokyo, filled it with your favorite flowers, and had a five-course meal prepared by a michelin-star chef after he went on a full-scale rant on how stupid it is to pull cliché “bullshit” like they do in the movies.

as you looked around the breathtaking setup, your eyes glistening with tears, he stood beside you, looking uncomfortable in a tailored black suit that hugged his broad shoulders. “stop crying, brat. it's just a dinner.”

“it's not just a dinner, kats! it's beautiful!”

“tch. it's whatever. i just didn't want you complaining that i didn't do enough this year." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. inside was a ring—not like the diamond one he'd bought you months ago, but a rare, deep red ruby that matched the color of his eyes.

“i saw this and thought it looked like something a greedy brat would want.” katsuki shrugged as if he was talking about the specials on the menu.

“katsuki...”

“don't get all mushy on me. just put the damn ring on so we can eat before the food gets cold. and don't think this means you can buy a new car next week.” he pointed a stern finger at you.

you laughed, sliding the ring onto your finger and throwing your arms around his neck. “i was thinking a yacht.”

your boyfriend froze, his eyes widening. “a yacht? who the hell wants a boat?!”

“a pretty one! with gold trim!”

katsuki sighed, but he was already pulling you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that tasted of promise and absolute, unwavering devotion. “fine. but if we get a yacht, i'm the captain. and you're just the pampered passenger who looks pretty.”

“deal.” you nodded your head eagerly.

“good because your also a terrible driver and i have no plans being the jack to your rose when we die in sea.”

“asshole! fucking forget it then!”

indulger!katsuki who can't maintain a professional demeanor when you decide you miss him too much to let him work.

you were at home, lounging in one of his oversized shirts, feeling particularly needy. you knew he was in the middle of a high-stakes strategy meeting with the top ten heroes. out of impulse, you sent him a message:

i'm so bored and the bed feels too big without you.

five minutes later, your phone buzzed.

stop sending me shit while i'm working, brat.

you replied: i might just go buy another little lingerie set to pass the time. i saw a gorgeous red set… oh, did i mention i’m wearing a black set rn

you quickly followed it up by sending him a single photo: a selfie of you biting your lip, nothing on but a black lace teddy set, sitting prettily in the bed.

his response was almost instantaneous it made you giggle.

stay. put.

another ten minutes passed before the front door slammed open with such force the windows rattled. katsuki stormed into the bedroom, still in his full hero gear, his arm bracers were removed and thrown on the couch in a blink of an eye. he looked absolutely livid, his chest heaving. “who the hell do you think you are, interrupting my meeting with a photo of you dressed like that?"

“i missed you,” you whispered, sliding off the bed and walking toward him.

“you're a menace. i had edgeshot staring at my phone screen for three seconds because i reacted too loud! i'm supposed to be a professional!”

you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “are you going to go back, dynamight?”

katsuki looked down at you, his gaze darkening as he felt your warmth against him. he reached up, gripping your chin and tilting your head back. “not a chance in hell. now, since you wanted my attention so badly, you're going to spend the rest of the afternoon making up for the fact that i had to walk out of a very important meeting.”

“how?”

“shut up. i'll show you.”

indulger!katsuki who loves the way you beg, not just for things, but for him, and he takes his time making sure you earn every single touch.

he pulled back, his eyes scanning your flushed face, a smirk playing on his lips. he didn't move to take off the rest of your clothes; instead, he just watched you squirm beneath him, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps. “what's the matter? you were so bold over text. where's all that energy now?”

“please... kats, please.” you squirmed.

“please what? be specific. i don't do vague requests.” your smug boyfriend tutted.

you arched your back, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. “i want you... i want you inside me. please.”

katsuki chuckled, a dark, rough sound. he shifted his weight, his hand sliding down to touch you, his fingers finding you already drenched and aching. he didn't push inside; he just teased the entrance, circling the sensitive peak of your center with agonizing movements. “tch, you're so impatient. you think because i get you whatever you want, you get the reward immediately? no. you're going to wait until i decide you've begged enough.”

“fuck—i'll do anything! just... please, baby!”

“anything? then tell me, brat. tell me how much you love being taken care off by me. tell me how much you love that i'm the only one who can handle you. the only one who is capable of giving you everything and anything you want.”

“i love it... i love you... i love that you're mine—hah… only mine,”

katsuki didn't wait another second. he ripped the loose shirt you were wearing upward, exposing you completely, and drove into you in one powerful thrust.

“oh! f-ffuuuck…” you screamed, the sound muffled by his mouth as he crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your cry. he moved with a violent, rhythmic intensity, his body a storm of heat and muscle, driving you deeper and deeper into the mattress.

indulger!katsuki who is surprisingly attentive during sex, ensuring that while he is dominant, your pleasure is the absolute priority. despite the aggression of his movements, his eyes never left yours. he watched every flicker of pleasure, every curl of your toes, every time your eyes rolled back in your head.

“look at me,” katsuki commanded, his voice strained.

“i'm... i'm looking!” you mewled as you fought your head from tilting backwards.

“tell me how it feels. tell me how i feel—ffuuuck, yeah, baby. take it just like that—inside you.” katsuki pounded you into the mattress, his knees bent as his hips moved relentlessly.

“it's perfect... you're... oh god, katsuki!” your nails digging into his back, marking him.

katsuki gritted his teeth, his pace increasing, his palms sparking slightly against the sheets, the scent of sweat and the burnt fabric filling the room. he reached down, his thumb finding your clit, the exact spot that sent you over the edge, adding a level of stimulation that made your entire body convulse.

“that's it... take it all, my greedy baby. take everything i give you.”

as you peaked, your voice breaking in a long, shuddering moan, he followed you, his body stiffening as he let out a low, primal roar, filling you completely. he collapsed against you, his breath coming in heavy heaves, his heart hammering against your chest like a trapped bird.

indulger!katsuki who becomes an insatiable force of nature when you are ovulating, turning your heightened desire into a marathon of pleasure that leaves both of you completely spent. and in his opinion, as much as he thinks you’re the best thing to ever exist, this version of you might take the cake.

you had told him you were in your peak window, and the moment the words left your lips, the air in the room had shifted. katsuki didn't just become more affectionate; he became obsessed.

“i can smell it on you,” he whispered, his voice a dark, predatory hum as he backed you against the bedroom wall. “you smell like you are wet f’me already.”

“i am,” you whimpered, your legs already shaking. “i can't stop thinking about you, baby. i want you inside me. now please.”

katsuki didn't need to be told twice. he ripped your clothes off, his movements frantic yet precise. he lifted you up, your legs locking around his waist. it didn’t take long before he drove himself into you with a force that made the wall rattle. “you are so wet,” he groaned, the sound of his cock sliding into your drenched pussy creating a loud, squelching noise that echoed in the room. “you are practically dripping for me.”

he fucked you for hours, moving you from the wall to the bed, then to the floor, and back again. every time you thought he was finished, every time he came in a loud, shaking burst of pleasure, he would look at you, at your flushed skin, your swollen lips, your pleading eyes, and he would harden again.

“more,” you sobbed, clutching his shoulders. “please, suki, more.”

“fucking hell. you are a bottomless pit, katsuki panted, his sweat dripping onto your chest. “i can't believe how much you can take. it is unbelievable.”

he explored every inch of you, his tongue tracing the line of your thighs, his fingers stretching you open before plunging back inside. he was rough and demanding, his voice a constant stream of praise and possession. “yes, take it all,” he commanded, his hips slamming into yours with a rhythmic thud. “you want this, don't you? you want your man to fill you up until you can't take another drop.”

“yes, k-kats! ngghh… oh, fuck, baby. harder, harder—yeah…”

by the time you were finally satiated, katsuki collapsed beside you, the sun was beginning to peak through the curtains. you were both covered in a mixture of sweat, saliva, and cum, your bodies entwined in a tangle of exhaustion.

“you are a monster,” he whispered, kissing your forehead, his voice sounding completely wrecked. “my beautiful, greedy little monster.”

you giggled, tracing patterns on his chest, “you tired? what happened, dynamight? i thought you were the best of the best.”

“i am going to spend the rest of the day making sure you stay this exhausted if you keep talking like that.”

indulger!katsuki who is unexpectedly devoted to your physical comfort in the aftermath of your endless love making, turning into a protective heater that refuses to let you go.

after a particularly grueling session where he's left you spent and breathless, he doesn't just roll over and sleep. he carries you into the oversized marble shower, the water steaming and hot. “stop shivering, you idiot. i've got you.”

“it’s not like i’m doing it on purpose,” you retorted, splashing him on the face with water which earned you a glare.

katsuki washes you with a slow, methodical care, his large hands scrubbing your skin with a luxury soap he bought specifically because you liked the scent of vanilla and sandalwood. he doesn't yell now; his voice is a low, sleepy murmur. “you're so damn small compared to me,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “how the hell do you fit all that greed into one person?”

“i'm not greedy,” you murmur, leaning back into his chest.

“you're the greediest person i've ever met. and the worst part is, i can't stop giving you everything. you've got me wrapped around your finger, and you know it.”

he wraps you in a towel that's far too big for you, effectively swallowing you in plush fabric, and carries you back to bed, tucking you in as if you were something fragile that might break if he didn't hold you just right.

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Working for Dynamight had started out as such a dream for you. In the beginning you had admired the way he stood up for himself and wouldn’t let anyone influence his decisions. However, once you really got down to it, he was an absolute PR nightmare. It was no wonder the position never stayed filled and they were willing to pay you almost twice the normal price to even consider the job. Those should have been red flags. You were so excited to be able to work with such a prominent hero that you were blind to any warning signs that were going to prevent you from having your dream job. Looking back now, you should have kicked yourself for thinking this was an opportunity and not a prison sentence.

The loud-mouthed, hot-headed, foul mother fucker that was Katsuki Bakugo haunted your ever waking moment. That cocky son of a bitch invaded every sense of your being, ruining any good mood you might have had and instantly turning it sour. It was like he had made it his mission to turn your life into a personal hell.

Today, however, was the last straw. You were finished with this job, this company and that fucking ticking time bomb of a hero. You could deal with fights, those were fairly frequent with Dynamight anyways. You could handle scandals, public outbursts and his general unreliability. You could even deal with the numerous times Bakugo has deemed your meetings with his publicity team “A waste of my precious fucking time” What you couldn’t handle was the single email sitting in your inbox with the subject line Employment Pending Review. The email read as such:

To Whom it May Concern,

It has come to my attention that my popularity ratings for this quarter have declined five percent from last quarter. It was my impression that you were hired to prevent things like this from happening. Since you have decided to do a piss poor job of doing the one thing you were hired to do, your position at my agency has come under review. If you have any questions, feel free to keep them to yourself.

Signed,

Bakugo Katsuki

**********

The printed email in your hand crumpled under the force of your grip as you stormed through the building. You had one destination in mind and nothing could derail you from giving that arrogant bastard a piece of your mind. You had done everything right, had diffused countless career ending situations and this is how he repaid you? You were good at your job, the best even.

The door to Bakugo’s office came into view and your speed only increased the closer you got. This certainly wasn’t the first time you had been in his office, and certainly not the first time with malicious intent. It was a rather frequent occurrence to find you yelling at him from one side of the desk, him sitting nonchalantly on the other. Not even bothering to knock, you burst through his door, closing it with a bang behind you. He didn’t even acknowledge your presence, having become used to your sort of actions.

You slammed the page down on his desk, the force rattling the pens on his desk, one rolling off and landing safely on the plush carpet without a sound.

“What is this?” you hissed through your clenched teeth.

He didn’t even bother to look up at you, “I believe that is called a piece of paper, y/n. I didn't think you needed that to be explained to you.” his hand held a pen that scrawled across the forms in front of him.

Your jaw squeezed tighter, “I know what that is, I meant what’s on the page.”

“I know what you meant. I figured the message was clear enough on it’s own that even someone like you could understand.”

You cussed under your breath, every word and hateful thought you had conjoured up on the way to his office bubbled up to the surface ‘If you think for one minute that the change in your rating has anything to do with me or the way I run my department and nothing to do with the way you recklessly do whatever the hell you want leaving everyone else to clean up your messes, then your even more dumb than I originally calculated.”

“It is your job to make sure things like this don’t happen, if you can’t do your job then you have no use to me. It’s that simple.” He continued to write line after line, paying you no attention.

“I am damn good at my job,” you hissed. “You are just a self-absorbed, egotistical maniac-” the words started flowing from your mouth with such force you couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to.

“True.”

“-that has no regard for other people's thoughts and opinions-”

“Mostly because they are dumb opinions,” he said with a disinterested scoff.

You continued, “-with a massive lack of respect for personal boundaries. You can’t go longer than ten seconds without sucking your own dick about how you’re better than everyone else-”

“I am better.” You wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off his face so bad you physically ached with the need. Your hands slammed down on his desk once more.

“-and you use insults and brash actions to cover any emotion that might make you seem like an actual human being someone could sympathize with instead of the gargantuan asshole you really are.”

“Oh baby, I love it when you talk dirty to me.” his voice was so monotone as his eyes continued to go back and forth across the pages in front of him.

You could tell that your words were falling on deaf ears, bouncing off of him like they meant nothing. Why wasn’t he reacting to you? He had a notoriously short fuse, yet he didn’t show any sign that your words offended him, let alone that he had heard them at all. Your jaw ached from the force of you grinding your teeth together. “And to think I used to look up to you. What a fucking waste.” you all but growled.

In an irrational moment of child-like rage you took your hands and swept them across his desk, sending papers and picture frames sprawling on the floor with the pen from earlier. The office fell eerily quiet, only the faint sound of a clock ticking in the background could be heard.

Ever so slowly his eyes met yours, the red of his irises striking a cold fear down your spine. You swallowed thickly as the silence weighed heavy on you. Carefully he stands from his desk, his large leather chair rolling away from him. Wordlessly he beckons you to him, and like a moth to flame, you instinctively follow.

You were determined to show some sort of composure even though the slight waiver in your step all but gave you away. With mock confidence, you matched his glare with an icy one of your own. Once in arms reach he grabbed at you. Time moved in slow motion as his large hand gripped your face. Thick fingers burned against your cheeks as they pressed them together making your lips pucker outwards. A lump formed in your throat, blocking any words that might come from it.

His eyes slowly trailed from yours and down to your lips, a smirk growing once more as he couldn’t help but notice your silence.“So this is how I get you to shut up and listen, hm? I should have known getting physical was the only way to get a bitch like you to listen.”

This only served to reignite the fiery rage inside you as you quickly shoved at his chest in order to put distance between you and him. The lump in your throat quickly forgotten. As you pushed against him while spitting insults, he grabbed your wrists in one of his strong calloused hands, spinning you around and pushing you face first into his desk, pinning your wrists above your head. Your hot cheek rested against the cool wood, breath fogging up the glossy surface as they came out in gasps.

The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as his breath ghosted across your skin. The heat of his body pressed against your back went straight to your core. You’d never been scared of Bakugo, but in a moment of clarity you quickly realized how dangerous the man holding you down could really be. His nose brushed up against the column of your neck as he hummed deep in his chest.

“Did you ever stop to think that I like seeing you all riled up?” his voice was deep and gravelly, rumbling against your back. His hand loosened around your wrists and began trailing up your arms. Chills broke out against your skin. Though your wrists were free, your arms stayed perched above your head. He smirked from behind you, noticing how you didn’t move. His hands made it to your head, smoothing your hair down and tucking a strand behind your ear.

“Maybe I want an excuse to see you in my office, face red and with a mouth almost as bad as mine.” He was speaking into your ear now, pressed flush against you. From this position you could feel the solid wall that was his muscular body. He was big, much larger than you, and he used it to his advantage in order to keep you pressed into the hard surface of his desk.

Bakugo’s breath was hot and heavy and all but groaning,”Gods that mouth, the things I’ve imagined doing to it everytime you come in here running it.”

A small whimper escaped your throat at his perverted words that turned your insides molten. A thick fog of lust was slowly clouding your thoughts. Never could you have predicted this as a possible outcome when you stormed your way into his office. However, that being said, you couldn't actually find it in you to complain. Or say much of anything. Your tongue was thick in your mouth, his close proximity making your normally sharp tongue, dumb.

After some silent consideration he spoke again, “I want to do bad things with you,” his voice growled in your ear with a piercing finality.

His hand continued its path through your hair, strands gliding in between his thick fingers. Strong fingers pressed down your spine at a torturously slow pace. Eventually after what seemed like forever a calloused palm cupped your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“B-Bakugo!” Your dormant voice finally broke through the sizzling silence of the room, his name the only word that felt at home on your lips. He chuckled deep in his throat. The sound was rich and dark, making your chest bloom with an embarrassed heat. That heat populated your cheeks as well.

“Awww,” he condescended, “so she does speak. I was beginning to think I’d bruised your ego too much. Good to know I haven’t made your pretty head too dumb.” He was just being plain mean now, thumping your forehead, something in you wanting to snap back at him and let him know you weren’t someone to mess with. But you couldn’t. Your voice betrayed you once more as you whimpered again. Your thoughts and actions were desynchronized with each other, leaving you equally confused and content.

His hand massaged your ass, groping it with a curious ferocity.

“What.. What are you doing?” You managed to force out a semi-coherent sentence. You were happy your mouth was on your side because your body had long betrayed you.

“Oh baby, don’t act so stupid. I know you’ve always wanted to get your hands on me just as I’ve always wanted to get mine on you.”

With that, he snuck his hand up the back of your skirt. When his hands ran across your bare skin you swear you could feel electricity just under the surface. His movements were purposeful and charged with repressed need. Ever so slowly he pushed the fabric of your skirt up and around your waist exposing inch by inch of your smooth flesh.

The groan he let out at the sign of your bare ass had you almost responding with one twice as loud but you bit your cheek instead and settled for a sharp intake of air instead. Long and calloused fingers ghosted over your backside, gliding with a curiosity and assurance of someone who thought they'd never be in the position they were in. If he was surprised, you were doubly so. He traced the seam of your panties causing you to squirm with impatience.

Ever so slowly his fingertips pressed into the crotch of your panties, the pressure making you push up on your toes. You couldn’t decide if you were trying to open yourself up to him, or to get further away from his demanding digits. The former seemed to be winning over as he chuckled once more and pushed your legs wider apart with no resistance.

Fingers turned to a hot palm cupping your sex, moving up and down while grinding against the little bundle of nerves at the head of your sex. Your hands, still above your head, grasped at the far edge of the desk in an effort to ground yourself. The hand that wasn’t teasing you fiddled with the zipper on the back of your scrunched up skirt. He stopped touching you long enough to forcefully pull the offensive clothing down your legs so it pooled around your feet.

When his hand came back to grind against you, he surprised you by pushing your panties to the side. Bare skin touched bare skin as he caressed your folds. You could feel your liquid arousal dripping onto his fingers

“You’re so wet, love. Does it turn you on when I show you how much better I am than any filthy extra could ever be, hmm?”

“N-no..” You couldn't help but push back against him, both verbally and physically, hips canting against his palm.

“That's okay. You don't have to say it. We both know the truth and it will sound all the more better coming from your mouth when you’re cumming around my cock later.”

With that, he plunged two fingers into your pulsing sex. A strangled moan chased a startled gasp that forced their way from your throat. He coaxed his fingers in and out of you, stretching you for what was sure to follow. You couldn’t contain your pleasured sighs and moans anymore as he filled you in a way you hadn’t been filled in too long. Between work and trying to maintain some semblance of a social life, your sexual needs had taken a backseat. Most days by the time you laid down at night you couldn’t muster enough energy to get yourself off. This made the way his fingers pumped in and out of you feel like a new awakening. The pleasure inside you flared to life tenfold, and with skilled hands he started to coax more depraved sounds from you.

He picked up his pace, the sounds of your wet arousal filled the office along with your pleas for more, “P-please… please. More!”

His fingers never faltered scissoring inside you, stretching you even more. As those thick digits explored your needy pussy they inevitably brushed against your g-spot causing you to squeal under him. Like a child discovering his favorite new toy, he played with the special spot until stars danced on the edges of your vision.

“There it is. Come on, baby. I know you want to cum. Just let go.” His encouraging words went straight to your core. Clenching around him, your climax neared and with a few more strokes of his fingers, you tumbled over the edge of ecstasy and dove head first into one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had. You shook from head to toe, broken moans filled the air and in your hazy state you could hardly recognize that they came from you. His fingers slowed down to an almost miserably slow pace until then finally came to a stop as you tried to catch your breath.

He pulled out of you as you pushed up on shaky arms. Looking over your shoulder at him seemed like a good idea until your eyes met his burning vermilion ones and your pussy clenched at the lust that filled them. You watched as he brought his hand to his mouth, lips wrapping around the two fingers that were slick with your need. He worked his glistening pink muscle over them, cleaning them spotless all while staring you down like a predator and his prey. That’s what you felt like anyhow, like prey he was about to devour whole.

Strong hands gripped your waist, quickly flipping you over so your back rested against his desk. You leaned up on your elbows. His eyes moved from your face down to your covered chest that rose and fell with slightly labored breaths. He pulled a face most akin to disgust at the fact you were covered before he quickly unbuttoned your shirt and pushed it off your shoulders in a desperate manner. His eyes raked over the newly exposed skin. He didn't rest for long though before deft fingers made work of your bra, unclasping it so it too could fall off your shoulders. You pulled it off of you just as quick as he had released it, tossing it somewhere off to the side to find later. As he took in your form, pride swelled in your chest as his eyes darkened even more. It felt unimaginable to be wanted by someone so many others only dreamed of having. A sprout of confidence welled up inside of you as you found your tongue again.

“Well, are you just going to stare or are you going to fuck me?” you asked with a smirk

That smirk was quickly wiped off your face as he gripped the lower half of it, effectively shutting you up.

“I give you one little orgasm and now you think you have any say in what I’m going to do to you? You need to remember who is in control here, little one. I’d hate to have to teach you a lesson since we're having so much fun so don’t push me.” He all but growled.

He pushed you back so he could quickly pull his shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the side. It was your turn to devour him as you took in every crease and muscle that made up his strong body. Apparently working out really did amount to something. Noted. He quickly unbuckled his dress pants before they too disappeared, leaving him clad in only a pair of black boxers that clung sacrilegiously to his thick thighs. You could just make out the bulge in the front of his underwear through the dark fabric. He grabbed your hand in his and pressed it against his member making sure you could feel exactly what you did to him.

“You feel that, princess? This happens every time you barge in here, running your mouth about things I couldn't care less about. You did this, and I think you need to fix it.”

He let go of your hand before pulling his boxers down. His cock sprung out of its confines, bobbing up and down. He was thick, almost dangerously so, with a length that rivaled any you had seen let alone had inside you. It curved upwards and was tipped with an engorged purple head that glistened with precum.

One hand grasped the base of his shaft as the other cupped the back of your knee, pushing it towards your head and successfully pressing your back into the hard surface once more. His hips slotted between yours as he lined his cock up with your quivering cunt. He methodically rutted against you, wetting his length with your juices. As soon as he touched you he let out a shuddering breath as if he wasn’t expecting the feeling. Your teeth dug into your plump bottom lip as you looked at him. They were sore from trying to hold in your sounds earlier and you could feel them beginning to bruise from the force.

He dragged his cock through your folds once more before lining himself up with your tight entrance. The tip pressed against you, slowly pushing inside. The stretch of the head alone was almost enough to drive you crazy but as he slid inch after delicious inch inside your velveteen walls you were sure that you were certifiably crazy to let your boss ruin you for other men like this. A sharp hiss from Bakugo broke you out of your stupor.

“Shit, princess. You’re so tight you’re fucking suffocating me.” His voice was as strained as his facial expression. Brows creased tight together in concentration as he started at where your bodies connected.  When he finally bottomed out after what felt like eternity you both sighed in relief, relaxing into each other. One hand of his pressed gently into your lower stomach and you mewled, back arching off the desk. The added pressure further proved how deep he was inside you. His hand pressed harder as his hips pulled back and pushed back in slowly, making sure you felt every ridge of his member.

He picked up the pace rather quickly, fucking you wide open. His hips slammed into yours with such power it rocked the desk. He grabbed your other leg pushing it up to your chest so he could thrust deeper into you. In the heat of the moment he crashed his lips into yours. The first kiss you shared was all teeth and tongue in a flurry of passion. His dominance showed even through his kiss as he led the way, maneuvering your mouth with his in a dizzying way. You moaned desperately at your first taste of him. A moan of his own resounded into your gasping mouth as you clenched around him even tighter.

He let go of one of your legs and wrapped his arm around your waist to flick his thumb over your swollen clit. The feeling of his thick cock hitting places your fingers never could combined with the quick circling of his thumb was driving you to a steep high. Once more you were panting beneath him, moaning out his name. At least you thought it was his name but it probably more resembled a garbled mess of sound mixed with whimpers and groans. You could feel another climax building on your core and it was hard to believe you had lasted this long.

“Shit,” he moaned, “that’s it. I can feel you squeezing me harder. You like when your hero fucks your little cunt? How does it feel to really look up to me, huh? Fuck! Come on, cum for your number one hero, princess.”

His hips slammed into yours with a renewed vigor, stuttering as his own climax drew closer. It only took a few more deep trusts against your g-spot and you were thrashing as you came against his length. Your walls pulsed around him milking him as he too came with an animalistic groan right against your ear. Heat flooded your insides as he painted your walls white with his seed.

He thrusted a few more shallow times, driving his cum deeper into you. Your chests brushed against each other with your rapid breathing. Your heart beat loudly in your ears and your leg muscles ached from being pressed so tightly against you but you couldn't remember another time when you’d felt this satisfied.

He gently pulled out of you with a wet pop, a mixture of both of your juices flooding from your abused entrance. His fingers came down and pushed the mixture back in you with a dazed look on his face. You could feel a blissed out smile on your lips as he took a step back so he could pull his boxers back up his toned legs. Softly he helped you situate yours back on as well.

In an unusually soft manner his lips pressed against yours. Hands cupping your face held you steady as his forehead came to rest against yours. Bright eyes stared back into yours with a dangerous look of control and you knew then that he would never let you go after this. His voice was deep and full of authority as he spoke

“Next time you think of coming into my office and making demands and running that mouth of yours, I will find a better use for it. Understand?”

“Come on, Eijiro. You can hit him harder than that!” The ash blond shouted at the kid with the black hair and scar.

The boy put his hands together and looked down. “Sorry Katsuki, but I don’t want to hurt Denki.”

“Yah, Kacchan!” The yellow haired small boy shouted, standing behind the other boy with black hair and had a straight tooth smile. “I don't want to get hit. Look at me, I’m tiny.” He hid more of his body as he glared.

He’s false bravado made you giggle, causing attention to yourself.

“Oi!” The ash blond child, Kacchan you guessed, stomped over to you. “Who are you! Why are you spying on us!” He shouted at you.

You weren’t used to people shouting at you other than your older siblings. You didn’t tolerate it from others. Not liking it at all, you frowned. “I am princess Y/N! My daddy is the king and I can do whatever I want.”

Bakugou glared at you. He didn’t like how high you placed yourself. How higher you placed yourself above him. He pointed a finger at you. “You little brat!” Before he could do something he regretted, Kirishima quickly wrapped his arms around him.

He held the angry blond in his arms as he offered you a smile. It was odd watching them, being the same age, and yet Kirishima was restraining him pretty well. “Sorry about him, your highness.” He said, offering you a kind smile. Broad, sharp teeth and kind. You couldn’t help but soften at the look of him.

“Well…” You looked away. “It’s fine for now. But the next time he does it, I’m telling daddy.”

“You’re a princess?” Mina asked as she approached you bouncing on her heels in excitement. “That’s so cool. You look like the King so it must be true.” She said as she looked between you and her friends.

“Yah, she should call her precious daddy!” Bakugou mocked as he tilted his head side to side. “You wouldn’t be able to handle me by yourself, princess. You’re weak.”

“No, I’m not!” You stomped your foot and glared back at him.

Sero quickly moved to stand next to Bakugou. “Uh, Katsuki.” he said with a nervous smile.“Maybe you should calm down.” He offered.

Bakugou kept his eyes on you. “Never!” He stuck his tongue out at you childishly. “Weak little brat!” He teased you. “Can’t do anything without daddy’s help. Poor little princes-”

A slap went through the area. You stood with an angry face as you looked down at him. Clutching his plush cheek was Bakugou. His face was set into one of pure surprise. He didn’t expect you to hit him, let alone the slap to sting. The other children were silent, not fully believing that it actually happened.

“Keep quiet you… you… you dog!” You shouted at him angry.

Denki retreated back as he grew nervous at how quiet Bakugou was being. “Oh no. I don’t think you should have done that, princess.” Bakugou’s fists balled up as he faced you again. His eyes white with rage as he seethed in anger. “You’re gonna regret that princess.”

That’s when you did the smartest thing you did all day.

You ran.

You ran, not in fear but giggling for the most part. The angry blond throwing retorts and angry growls at you as you ran through the streets. People watched and wondered why you were running away from a string of other children all following one another. Bakugou was behind you trying to catch you. Kirishima was behind Bakugou trying to calm him down.

Mina was behind Kirishima wanting to see what would happen next. Sero was following Mina for the same reason. Denki followed because he didn’t want to be left alone for the most part. You ran straight into the main hall, giggling and squealing trying to get away from Bakugou. Kirishima and Bakugou both followed you into the main hall but Mina, Sero and Denki all stopped. In the main hall was where all the leaders were meeting. Your giggling, Bakugou’s shouting and Kirishima’s apologise were what disturbed the meeting.

You quickly ran over to your father and hid by his side. “Daddy save me!”

“Come here and fight me, princess!” Bakugou shouted in front of all the adults. Including his mother and his Jarl, Kirishima’s father, Takeo Kirishima. The two adults stood horrified as their two sons stood in front of the royal family.

Kirishima quickly stood in front of his best friend and stopped him from approaching you any further. He forced the blond down on his knees alongside him. They were both on one knee in front of you and your family. “I’m deeply sorry for the disturbance your majesty. We were just playing outside when things got out of hand.” He apologised profusely. He knew how much his father took pride in these meetings so he knew what was best was to apologise.

“SHE SLAPPED ME!” Bakugou shouted looking back up at you with a glare. Kirishima tugged on his friend’s ear harshly. “OW!”

“Forgive us.” Kirishima stated his head still down in respect.

All the adults were very amused at the whole situation. Especially your parents. Your mother laughed but looked down at the two young boys fondly. “What are your names?”

“Eijiro Kirishima, your majesty.” Kirishima answered immediately. “Son of the great Jarl Takeo Kirishima. And this-” He kept Bakugou’s head down with a firm grip that was clearly not relanting despite the blond's struggles. “Is Katsuki Bakugou, son of Mitsuki Bakugou.” He answered for his grumbling friend.

Your father turned to look up at the two embarrassed parents. Mitsuki was seething at her son for interrupting the meeting and showing little respect to royalty. Takeo, however, was rather impressed with his son’s level-headedness in this situation. Your father turned to look at you, who had crawled into his lap. You sat with your arms folded and a huff. “Daughter.”

You turned to your father innocently. “Yes, daddy?” You asked.

“Did you slap Katsuki?” He asked you.

You hesitated. You pouted. “He was being mean to me, daddy.” You pointed down at the two boys.

The king turned to Bakugou who had calmed down a bit more. “Katsuki.”

“Huh?” Bakugou asked as he looked up. He was roughly nudged in the ribs by Kirishima making him wince. “I mean… Yes, m’lord.” He corrected himself with a mumble. That made the other Jarls laugh. Mitsuki dragged her hands down her face as she tried not to burn with anger at her child’s show of no manners.

“Were you bested by my daughter?”

Bakugou huffed. “No, she ran away and I-”

“If a doe runs away from the wolves does that not mean that the doe has won?” Your father asked as he raised an eyebrow down at the blond child.

Bakugou opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. He crossed his arms and looked away. “Tsk.” He scowled. “One day I’ll be a strong warrior and no stupid doe will out best me!” He loudly proclaimed. “Especially you princess!”

Your mother laughed at the child's ambition. “I don’t doubt that, if you are anything like your mother.” She turned to Kirishima. “Little Eijiro. What do you think of the blond's proclamation? You are to be a future Jarl if all goes right.”

Kirishima was only silent for a moment. “He’s the best boy in my village, your majesty.” He said making Bakugou’s cheeks burn a slight pink but he still frowned. He nodded his head in agreement. “He’s fast, skilled and has great ambition. I don’t doubt what he says. I want him to be my second in command, like my father has Aunt Mitsuki as his.”

Your mother nodded her head as she looked up to Takeo. “Your son has a great eye, Takeo. If Thor will have it, he just might make a strong leader one day, especially if he can deal with a Bakugou.”

After the meeting had finished, with no more disturbances, both Jarl Takeo and Mitsuki both apologised to your family. No one minded. Bakugou, however, was now determined to try and beat you at something, dragging Kirishima along with him. There were many visits from the Bakugous and Kirishimas since that day. Whenever they were in your village with their parents you always spent time with them.

Whether it was watching them fight, or running through the surrounding woods with them in a game of tag. Where you were, they were. The three of you, even though you only saw each other every few months or so, you were all close. Everyone could see it. Some even wondered at your young age, who you would choose. The Jarl’s son or the fierce warrior?

You could never choose. Never split them apart. They were great together as is.

Then one day, when you were twelve, you woke up and there was blood everywhere. Everywhere means your sheets. You had screamed loud enough for Valhalla to hear you. You thought you were dying. You felt like it too. Your servants had run into the room you shared with your older sister. But next thing you know, no one was listening to the girl who was practically crying her eyes out. Everyone was celebrating. For what reason you hadn’t known till your mother and sister sat you down.

You weren’t a girl anymore to them.

You had to take your princess studies more seriously now. Your sister took pity on you, having had experienced what you were going to be put through a two years before. Suddenly she seemed less annoying and more like your only refuge.

So while the village celebrated and you were sulking around, you met Kirishima and Bakugou one last time.

You met them in the woods, your secret place by a river. The two of them stood in front of you who looked like you were anything but happy. Of course you couldn’t be. Not with all you had learnt today. The moon was high in the sky and the river was still. The dark area was peaceful other than the growing tension between the three of you.

“We can’t hang out anymore.” You let out finally and quietly.

Bakugou was the first to react like always. “HUH!” He shouted rather loudly. “Why not?” He asked as he stepped closer.

Kirishima stopped him and shot him a look to calm down. The blond took a breath and focused back on you. Kirishima had his black hair tied back in a small ponytail, sort of spikey at the end that reminded you of Bakugou’s hair. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Is it because of today?” He asked.

The both of them weren’t entirely sure why today was a big deal. Nor why everyone was acting like it was a god’s birthday but it seemed important enough and that it had to do with you. Takeo had promised to explain to his son and his son’s best friend later when they went back home. It didn’t stop them from enjoying the festivities though. They did enjoy it until they noticed you weren’t.

You nodded your head as you held your elbows. You shrunk your shoulders as you furrowed your eyebrows. You looked off to the side. The cool night air blew making your long dress move with you. “I… I’m not a little girl anymore. I can’t play with you guys. I need to take being a princess and a woman of this village seriously.” You recited what your mother’s handmaiden had told you. “Besides, you guys will have to train to become leaders and warriors. You won’t have time for me for the next few years.”

The boys winced as they knew you were telling the truth. They would have to go to the trials and earn their place among men. Earn their place as warriors and protectors. They wouldn't be able to see you for the next few years. They would be plundering, training, earning their arm rings. They would have to be away from you. They didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit. The three of you all knew that the day would come where childish games and fun times would come to an end.

Bakugou folded his arms over his bear chest. “How can we get your attention then?” Heasked. That caught both you and Kirishima's attention. “If you can’t give us it then how canwe get it?” He asked again.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. My mom said I would have to focus on my future partner.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” He proclaimed. He had already made up his mind. The blond placed his hands on his hips and nodded. “WE’RE GONNA MARRY YOU!” He pointed to you.

“W-what!” You asked confused. “Both of you?” You asked shocked “My father won’t allow it.”

“Yes, he will.” Bakugou said shamelessly and certain. Kirishima however was blushing red and went stiff. Bakugou threw his arm around Kirishima next to him. “I will become the best warrior this kingdom has ever seen and Eijiro will become the next Jarl of our village! Right, Eijiro?”

Kirishima nodded his head, not entirely sure what exactly he was putting himself up for but he did know, if it concerned you and Bakugou, he would do anything. “Y-yes. As a Jarl, I’ll make sure we’ll marry you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. You clearly weren’t convinced. Bakugou turned to Kirishima. “Oi, Eijiro. What’s that thing that people do before they get married?”

Kiri looked at Bakugou confused. “Kiss?”

Bakugou’s face scrunched up as he stuck his tongue out. “Gross. No.” He pushed the other boy. That made Kirishima blush bashfully and you giggled. “The other thing.”

“Propose?” Kirishima suggested again.

“Yah but we did that.” Bakugou stated.

“We did?” Kirishima asked, confused.

Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but then realised Kirishima was right. He dropped down to one knee. His face went pink but he looked determined. His red eyes looking between the two of you. “I promise to Odin and any other fuckin’ gods I need to, that I’ll marry the both of you.” He nodded his head. He pointed to his chest. “And I’ll be the best fuckin’ husband you’ll ever have.”

You and Kirishima shared a look. Before you could comment, Kirishima did the same thing. He went on one knee before the two of you. “I promise to Odin and Freya that I’ll marry the both of you and be the most manliest and reliable husband to… to the both of you.” He stared at the blond briefly, making Bakugou turn his head trying to hide his red face. Kirishima looked back up at you. “I promise.”

Watching them do it, you couldn’t just stand and not say anything. You pulled your dress to the side and went down on one knee. Your knee pressed against the cold damp soil. “I promise to Odin and Freya that I’ll marry the both of you and be the best wife you could ever need. Don’t think about trying to find another woman because she won’t be better than me.” You stated proudly.

And that was the last time you saw them for years. You grew, you changed physically and mentally but what stayed the same was where your heart belonged to. You were older, wiser and for one thing less spoilt. You did everything to be the best person you could be. You helped around the community, you supported your warriors and even learned a bit from them.

Your eldest brother had passed leaving your eldest sister as the next heir to the throne. That in itself scared you. Not because you didn’t support your sister. You did, but that also meant that she couldn’t be carted off. That she wasn’t to be used as a bargaining chip anymore. You were the next royal in line. You were terrified obviously. You didn’t want to marry some fat old man of a neighbouring village or kingdom. If anything you would have rather died single.

Your life was like that. Waking up each morning to fear.

But for one day, that disappeared. Your father was holding a great feast for a series of successful raids that had been occurring. The guests of honours were said to be ones you hadn’t seen in years. You hadn’t been that excited or nervous for something in months. You dressed in your best outfit, applied face point to your eyes, face and shoulders and made sure you looked more presantable than you were in months.

“You know you might just attract every other person other than them right?” Your sister teased from her place upon her bed.

You pulled on a fur around your shoulders. “Lets pray that doesn't happen.” You stated unbothered.

Your sister raised an eyebrow. She stood up. “I heard they were lovers.” She stated. You stiffened for a moment.

You heard stories about them. The beast of a redhead that tore through enemies like they were paper. The blond demon warrior that slaughtered and took with a smile on his face. An unstoppable duo whose affections towards each other, though not shunned nor hated on, were very apparent. You were glad they still were close and if the rumours were true, loved each other. If they couldn’t have you at least they had each other.

Your sister walked up behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “Sister, let them go. You can’t keep on holding on to silly childhood promises.” She told you as she bent down to look at you through the mirror. You looked down at your lap. “I am sure I can find you a lovely young jarl you could spend your time with. Plus what if you don’t find them attractive anymore?”

You looked up at her. “Well, I would need to get my eyes checked.” You stood up with her.

The two of you went into the main hall. You both stood next to your father and mother and younger brother. You watched as Jarl after Jarl and warrior after warrior came into the great hall but you hadn’t seen them yet. You kept your head high. Even if you were mistaken, even if they weren’t coming, you wouldn’t be disheartened. It only meant you would probably take your sister up on what she had offered.

Lastly, from the darkness outside were two men, built like oxen. You were stunned for the most part. The sea of people in the great hall parted for them, feeling the power and radiancy they carried with them. It was suffocating from even where you stood.

Finally making it in front, standing next to each other were the two men you had longed to see for years.

On the left was an ash blond with a white direwolf fur over his shoulders with a red cape. His hair was longer now. Half his head was braided in tight blonde braids and the rest was kept in his unruly blond locks. He was lean with a small waist that had even you envious. His large chest seemed soft to you and held few scars to them but clearly hard earned. His maroon piercing eyes, covered in black face paint looked at you instantly. They held no shame in looking at you or your figure, a smirk of pride and cockiness went to his face at your attention.

Your eyes then went to the giant next to him that you could hardly believe was the same boy you knew years ago. He had a growth spurt making him wider and bigger than the blond. He truly lived up to the reputation that the Kirishima’s held of being beasts among men. His broad and exposed chest was covered in markings and a few scars. He had long locks of red hair that fell down his back. You had heard rumours that his hair turns red permanently from the blood of his victims. His crisp apple eyes found you as well. An unreadable emotion behind his eyes. The two of them bent down on one knee before your family, their heads down. The tight arm rings around their right arms showing their vows to their fellow man here.

“Your majesties.” They both said.

Your father smiled with a laugh. “The demon warrior, Katsuki Bakugou and the Beast among men, Jarl Eijiro Kirishima. Stand men, stand. This whole night is in honour of you after all.” The duo stood back up straight, heads held high. “Your winnings and efforts have paid off my good and faithful warriors. Tonight we shall feast in your honour!”

With that the hall erupted into joyous cheers. Music played and food was served as everyone sat drinking and eating to their hearts content. Loud boisterous laughter and cheers rang through the warm air as there was celebration to their achievements. You sat dutifully next to your sister as she got lucky enough to sit next to Bakugou. Your father sat between the two men.

“Maybe you weren’t so wrong about dressing up.” Your sister whispered into your ear, making you both giggle.

You nudged her. “You never did like to listen to me.” You teased. Before you could continue you heard your father say something.

“I would like to reward the both of you with an opportunity as well with your riches… If you so wish…” He stated to the two of them. You peered over trying to hear what else he would say when your sister cut in/

“Whoever gets their hands on them would be a lucky person.” She stated as she picked up her cup of beer.

You nodded. “Yes, they would. If only the heavens would be so kind.” You motioned to her.

“Mother said that father might just reward one of them with the opportunity as King.”

You choked on your wine. “What?”

She nodded her head. “For my hand, they would be crowned King.”

Your ears started to ring at her words. “For… your… your hand?” You asked shakily.

She smiled. “Yep. Of course you could have the other one if you so wished.”

You absentmindedly nodded your head not entirely feeling all up to the party. Your first chance in years to see them, talk to them, be with them and it was taken from you. You stood up. “Excuse me, I’ve got to go out and check on our brother. He must be so bored.” You smiled and quickly made your way away from the main table. Red eyes watched you as you left.

You quickly made your way out of the hall into the cool night air. You dropped your shoulders and went into the direction of the woods. Your head down as you tried regaining your barings. She must have known your fathers plans all along. Which was probably why she told you to forget about them. You couldn’t have both. That’s selfish.

Or was it?

You didn’t mind being selfish.

You found yourself at the river, your meeting spot when you were kids. The night seemed identical to it was the last time you saw them. Bright big moon in the sky with the heavens twinkling and winking at you. The river was calm near you and the wind was only just strong enough to move the cape you wore.

This was a place where you could feel safe. Almost as if they were standing right next to you.

You heard a snap of a twig that made you immediately look back. Your heart raced in fear as you looked behind you. Your eyes dashed around the area looking for what the sound was. You moved backward in fear.

Your back bumped into what you thought was a tree.

“No hello, princess ?” You turned around immediately and your eyes widened in shock. You knew who it was from the way he said your title. Standing in front of you, arms crossed over his chest was Bakugou. The moonlight his blond hair in a sort of luminescent glow as he stared down at you with red eyes that seemed to stare into your soul.

“Katsuki .” You whispered his name like it was something you never thought you would say again.

You took a step backwards and your back hit something again. “Years away from you and you haven’t even given us some of your attention. Do you not know how much we missed you, princess?” You turned around and you saw him. Kirishima. His tall stance is almost menacing in the dark, even with the moonlight falling on him. Eyes dark like a predator in the night as he looked down at you.

You gulped. “ Eijiro .” You whispered.

This was nothing like it was when you were younger. For one thing, this wasn’t the same Kirishima you knew when you were younger. He used to be so timid, keeping himself closed within himself most of the time. He was doubtful. This man in front of you seemed to radiate confidence and strength. A real Jarl.

“That’s not true, Eij.” Bakugou stated. “You should have seen the way she was staring at my chest. Perverted little princess.” Bakugou snarked with a grin on his face.

Kirishima laughed. “I don’t blame her Katsuki, but you’re right. She was staring at my arms like they were meat on a silver platter.” He too snarked.

The two of them started circling you. For a moment you wondered what was going on. Why were they saying such things? Why were they circling you? Why did your legs feel weak and your abdomen felt tied in knots? Then it hit you.

They were playing a game with you. A game they loved to play after the first day they met you. Wolves and doe. Wolves circle their target, their prey- the doe- and the doe has to get away from them. You were always a doe. They were always wolves. Back when you were younger it seemed easier since you were always a bit taller than them and could get away faster and probably climb a tree away from them. Now? Now you felt more like your fate was already sealed to the butchers than you having a chance.

But the thrill. The thrill you yearned with them overtook your judgement. The hunter and the prey. The wolves and the doe.

They saw the recognition in your eyes and their grins grew. You bit your bottom lip as you looked between the two of them. Kirishima’s eyes raked over your body with desire. Hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Look at her, Katsuki. Doesn’t she look just delicious?'' He asked as he licked over the edges of his sharp teeth, his clear want for you making your heart beat out of your chest.

Bakugou chuckled. “Indeed. Looks like a pretty doe for the fuckin taking.” Once he was behind you, his fingers dragged across the nape of your neck making you shiver. “I wonder how she tastes.” He growled close to your ear.

That’s when you ran. You pushed your legs as hard as you could away from them, away from the village and deeper into the woods. You heard their loud and amused laughter from behind you, but you couldn’t hear them following you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you almost felt it hard to breathe.

You felt grateful you weren’t wearing a dress tonight. You probably would have been extremely handicaped due to it. You kept running, swerving between trees trying to put as much distance between them and you as possible. A glimmer of hope flickered within you.

Maybe you could win.

Then you heard it. Loud laughter. “Was she always this fucking slow, Eijiro?” To your left, running just a few trees away from you was Bakugou. He’s lean body moving agily between the trees and over fallen logs. He was keeping up with you as if it was child’s play.

“Nah!” To your right was Kirishima. Even with his huge size, he seemed to navigate the trees better than you ever could and you lived in the area. “I don’t think she’s even trying to get away.”

Suddenly just like that, they were gone. You couldn’t see them in the darkness of the woods or the light of the moon. You slowed down and looked around wondering where they had both disappeared to. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“Katsuki? Eijiro?” You let out scared.

Two arms wrapped around you. You let out a small scream as you were being held by the waist. You heard Bakugou’s rare laughter. Loud and obstreperous laughter. “ Katsuki! Eijiro! Where did you go? ” He mocked you, making you laugh. He held you up making you giggle and laugh louder. His big strong arms always made you feel safe despite the game you all just participated in.

Suddenly you were both pushed back by a huge force. You landed on Katsuki’s chest, with your back against him. Caging the both of you between the ground and his large frame was Kirishima with a grin on his face. The three of you all laughed at the situation, you between the two men. It reminded you of the good days when you used to let them win and you would end up in a similar position with all three of you on the floor laughing.

You calmed down as you looked up at the redhead. You admired his handsome features. A satisfied smirk on his face at getting to you. He leaned closer down to you. “Got you, doe.” He said condescendingly.

Your heart was beating loudly with how close he was to you.“Yah… you got me.” You affirmed, your eyes strayed to his lips. Bakugou pushed you forward, making you kiss the redhead.

Kirishima placed his knee between you and the blond’s spread legs, applying pressure to you both. Both you and Bakugou groaned. You leaned deeper into the kiss as he easily won for dominance. His kiss had a burst of passion and need for you. It was as if he was sucking the energy out of you, leaving you breathless. The moment his lips left yours, and air could return to your lungs, Bakugou had tilted your head back towards him and had taken your lips for himself. He kissed you deeply too. His touch was explosive and filled to the brim with desire. His grasp on your hips tightened as he held you. You hummed as you arched your back slightly, pressing harder against him, making him grunt.

Your eyes were closed even after separating from him. “Gods, I missed the both of you.” You whispered.

“And we missed you.” Kirishima placed his hand on your cheek.

“I… I had thought the two of you had…” You couldn’t let it out. Your own insecurities suffocating you.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “What? You thought we would just live on without you?” He asked. “Yah fuck no.” He shook his head. “Your ours, doe. We promised you, didn’t we?”

“I know. I know.” You looked away from the both of them. “My father wants one of you to marry my sister, doesn’t he?” You asked.

Kirishima let out a heavy breath. With that he got off the two of you, and pulled Bakugou up, automatically sitting you in his lap in the process. “He does.” He answered your question, making you shrink back more.

Bakugou had his hands down on the ground to steady himself as you leaned against him. “I wouldn’t blame you guys.” You stated. “One of you would be king and the other a Jarl. It would be the dream for you guys. I would support the two of you, even with my sister as your Queen.”

Bakugou scoffed. “We couldn’t give two shits about her.” Bakugou growled in anger as he looked off to the side. “But… we do care about you.” He told you, his voice softer than normal. With one of his hands he took yours securely. His calloused warm hands gave you comfort.

Kirishima placed a large hand on your cheek. He offered you a soft smile. The smile that would comfort you in your dreams. “We would deny Valhalla to be with you.” He told you honestly. You closed your eyes as emotions bursted into your heart at the declaration. “I would rather let Thor strike me down with his hammer, lightning in tow, than to love another that isn’t you and Katsuki.”

You smiled and placed your smaller hand over Kirishima's. You nodded your head. That reminded you of something. You chuckled and a small smirk went to your lips. You turned back to look up at Bakugou. “I heard you two were lovers? Is it true?”

Bakugou chuckled. His hold on your hand tightened slightly. He bent down closer to your ear. “It’s whatever you make of it.” He told you with a smirk of his own. That made a desire to know exactly what he was meaning burst from you. “What I do have to say though, is that you have never seen a cock like the one between his legs that’s for sure.” Bakugou shot you a wink as your cheeks warmed instantly at his vulgar words. Kirishima shot him a glare which Bakugou chose to ignore. “You should see him when he is straight off the battlefield, princess. When he’s covered in blood, veins bulging and looking like a fucking god. I’m tellin’ you, nothing sexier.”

“Can you shut up, Katsuki?” Kirishima asked annoyed.

Bakugou stuck his tongue out childishly making you laugh. “Make m-”

He was quickly shut up with a kiss from Kirishima. It was forceful but held the same passion and love as always. Kirishima’s hand snaked up to your thigh and gripped it roughly making you release a held in breath. Something about what the blond was saying, made you know he wasn’t lying about anything. Kirishima playfully bit on the blond’s lower lip. The blond held a smirk of his own at Kirishima’s actions.

Kirishima moved back and shook his head with a deep chuckle. “You are such a brat.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You sound like my mother.”

“Well, your mother isn’t wrong, Katsuki.” You told him, making Kirishima laugh. Bakugou playfully growled at you next to your ear. He bit lightly on the top of your ear making you laugh. “We should head back before people get even more suspicious than they no doubt are already.” You let out with a sigh.

“Or we can just kidnap you.” Before you could respond, you were suddenly off the ground. You squealed as you were thrown over Kirishima’s shoulders. “Make you our chieftess and live the rest of our lives with you by our side and warming our bed. Right Katsuki?” Kirishima held you by your thighs as he stood up onto his feet not bothered by your weight at all. He turned to look at the blond who had gotten up beside him.

Bakugou placed his hands behind his head. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Red.” “You guys can’t just kidnap me.” You defended yourself. “What about-” You let out a gasp as a slap went to your ass. You arched your back in surprise at the stinging feeling.

“Oi! Stop spewing shit and just say yes. You already said you would be the best wife ever, so do that.” Bakugou reprimanded you.

Your face felt hot. You looked away. “But-”

Kirishima now slapped your thigh making you tense again, pushing them closer together. “Don’t worry princess.”

“Just focus on Eijiro’s ass and life will be a much better place.” Bakugou bent back to look at you. That’s when you noticed at the perfect view you got of said ass.

Holding you with one arm, Kirishima slapped Bakugou on the behind making him yelp. “The two of you are going to be the death of me.”

“What an honourable way to die.” You and Bakugou stated together.

-Glitch1d

“Oh thank fuck—c’mere, Baby.”

Katsuki—a Katsuki, you suppose—starts moving independent of the other. He all but collapses into very confused arms, dropping his chin on your head and squeezing you tight. The other one glowers, messily shoving two pairs of boots under the bench with complete disregard for his strict organizational pattern.

“Um…”

You blink at the Katsuki that cradles you. He gives a soft smile in return, one that usually requires blood, sweat, and tears to crack (even if it takes you a significant less amount of blood, sweat, and tears than the average human—they’re blood, sweat, and tears nonetheless) and you don’t know what to do with it. Where to put it.

“Got hit with a fucker’s quirk,” the other Katsuki explains after giving up on making the boots fit. Typically, there aren’t two pairs, but one—and the shoe rack is feeling the added pressure.

“So…it’s the quirk that split you in two,” you ask, even though you know. The answer is staring you right in the face, but, like. Just in case.

The Katsuki still holding onto you grunts in agreement, and you finally manage to peel away. He steps back as the other Katsuki steps forward, and you finally get a good look at how identical they are. Which, obviously, but it’s still slightly alarming, nonetheless. Like…the shining twins, if they were blond and angry. And covered in grime.

“Holy shit…” your eyes dart between the two of them, trying to find discrepancies in anything other than mismatched dirt. You find none, save for the way they hold themselves. You need better names—you can’t keep calling them Katsuki and other Katsuki.

“Do…you know when it’s going to wear off?”

A self-indulgent question. Perhaps.

“Fuckin’—no.” Angry Katsuki digs a knuckle into his ear, and the other one yawns. “They gotta track the fucker down, first. Apparently, I can’t do my goddamn job like this.”

He gestures between the two of them, and you teeter your head in semi-agreement. The other Katsuki pipes up, and god, you need better names.

“’M not pissed about it, though,” He steps out of line to grab the hand limp by your side, kissing your knuckles with the lightest touch you’ve ever felt. “Means I get to see you.”

Oh?

“I am,” angry Katsuki growls, slapping his counterpart’s hand away from yours. “I should be out there, hunting that mitosis motherfucker.”

“If you go out there, you’re killing him,” other Katsuki defends. Angry Katsuki rolls his eyes.

“Fuckin’ exactly.”

Other Katsuki just sighs, turning back to you. Immediately his features soften along with his voice. “How’ve you been today, Baby? I left early.”

“Um…good? This is just…” you peer around Katsuki’s body to view the other one, who rolls his eyes again, almost completely ignoring your presence. That is, until:

“Ima fuckin’ shower,” he grumbles, and walks down the hall.

“A lot?” Other Katsuki finishes for you, watching his parallel until he disappears into the bedroom, and you nod.

Something like that.

“Okay. Kat.” You point to Angry Katsuki, who’s now glowering on the couch, much like he did at the front door, and much cleaner than before. Your finger shifts to Other Katsuki, until his head becomes a small point at the top of your fingernail. “Suki. That way, if I call, you both don’t come running. Cool?”

While Suki nods his head with diligence, Kat finally smiles. Not the soft smile that’s reserved for you, but the self-satisfied smile reserved for villains, the one that barely hides his hunger for blood.

“Hear that, Nerd? I’m Kat, not your bitch-ass.”

Suki blinks, relatively confused, and tips his head to the side. “Why the fuck does that matter?”

“’Cuz I’m the original!” Kat says loud and proud, digging a thumb into his chest. “Not you.”

“…Again, why the fuck does that matter,” Suki grumbles, less a question and more an observation. A statement. “We got split in two. We’re two halves of the same person, not a copy-paste.”

“I fuckin’ know that, shit stick.” Kat’s hands crackle at the prospect of being challenged, and while Suki tries to hide the way he shrinks in on himself, you throw a spare pillow at Kat’s head.

“Ow, what the fuck!”

“No explosions in the house!”

Kat grumbles, but his hands fizzle out. He shakes them out at his sides. “’M not doin’ this shit—’m goin’ to bed.”

“Ah-Ah! No,” you say, and Kat freezes like you grabbed him physically, like there’s an invisible wall that separates the living room from the rest of the house. “You said we’d watch that move tonight, remember?”

“We said,” he amends, looking unimpressed before jerking his head to Suki. “Make him watch it.”

“No! It’s exactly like you said—you both promised. Technically,” you smile and look at Suki, who, honestly, looks like there’s no other place he’d rather be—he just watches you talk with his chin propped on a hand and love in his eyes. “So. We’re both watching it.”

“Fuckin’—fine,” Kat groans, loud and obnoxious, and to the ceiling. He sits back down with a huff. “But I swear to God, if it’s some fuckin’ Twilight shit again—”

“It’s not.” You get up only to shove Kat over with a hip, quitting his manspreading, and make yourself enough room between them. He lets you. Suki wraps both arms around your middle, and cuddles you close and tight, like you might up and disappear tomorrow. “That was one time—”

“One horrible time, when I was forced to watch five fuckin’ movies of absolute bullshit—”

“It wasn’t that fuckin’ bad,” Suki defends with a quiet grumble, and you want to scoop him up and run away with him. “’S…campy.”

“Thank you,” you nod, before redirecting your attention to Kat, patting him on the leg. “See? Suki understands quality content when he sees it.”

“Get the fuck out my face.”

You don’t put on Twilight—but you do put on Argylle, and that’s not much better.

“So, you’re tellin’ me,” Kat trails off, and you watch the movie flicker in carmine eyes. “That the whole damn time, this chick was writing a book that predicts the future—”

“Specifically a spy-future, yes—”

“And, that’s why…y’know what? Fuck this shit, my head hurts.”

“You have no sense of whimsy,” you sigh, unimpressed. Kat rolls his eyes.

“Listen, Sweetheart,” He fills his voice with faux saccharine, artificial flavoring, and you scowl at the mockery. “I got a job—a real serious job. Don’t got fuckin’ time for ‘whimsy.’”

Kat hangs air quotes with a hand, and that just pushes your frown deeper.

“Oh, and I don’t?” you smile, but it’s just as artificial as his words. Kat glowers, and behind you, Suki goes:

“Uh oh…”

“Somethin’ like that.”

With a huff, you snatch him by blond spikes—and, if Kat is even a little tenderheaded as Katsuki is…

You yank and pull upward, and Kat rises with your grip. Yep. “Ow, what the fuck?! Ah—okay, fuck, I’m sorry—”

He hisses, face twisting in agony—and finally, you relent the torture. You let him go with a satisfied smile, and Kat snarls at you, rubbing the soft points of his head.

“What did we learn?”

Suki snickers under his breath. “Fuckin’ nothing.”

Kat scrambles at that, getting to his feet in preparation to attack. Fear flashes across Suki’s face, making you wonder if his statement was supposed to come out quieter, perhaps unheard. He scrambles over the arm of the couch, and you get thrown around in his rush.

“You’re fuckin’ dead meat!” Kat hollers. Suki takes off in a mad dash.

It isn’t before long that they’re chasing each other in circles around the couch, like a pack of wild dogs, snarling and huffing and puffing. (With the occasional spark—which you’re quick to put out.) You watch your movie, and occasionally, them, and eat the majority of the popcorn in the process.

Eventually, they collapse back onto the couch and into their respective sides, twin chests heaving and glistening in sweat until their breath makes the mile long trek to catch up.

“You two done?” You ask, but never take your eyes off the screen. It’s getting to the good part.

Suki nods. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Kat snaps, and you double check to make sure he isn’t talking to you (because, if he is—you’re locking him in the basement), but he’s still glaring at Suki like he murdered his family. “You piss me the fuck off.”

“Clearly,” Suki snorts, this time quiet enough for Kat to not hear. Still vaguely out of breath, he squeezes your thigh to get attention, and slings his other arm behind you. “I wan’a kiss. Can I get a kiss, Baby?”

You giggle, because as stated, soft Katsuki is a Katsuki you’re used to having to work for, and then some. His hand lifts to your chin as you say, “Sure, Suki.”

And then, you’re getting snatched back by your pajama shirt, nearly choking in the process with an embarrassing and garbled noise.

“Abso-fuckin-lutely not,” Kat grunts, and you nearly fall backwards into his lap. “My girlfriend.”

“Your—” Suki cuts himself off with a scoff, grabbing your hand and pulling you up again—up and away. “One, we’re the same damn person, she’s both our girlfriend. And two, I want my fuckin’ kiss.”

Back.

“Well, that’s too damn bad,” Kat huffs, and you’re yanked again. This is starting to get dizzying. “I don’ want your bitch lips all over her.”

Forth.

“Okay,” Suki chuckles, and you’re tipped forward. Seriously? “And, I don’t want your ugly ass mug anywhere near my girl, so—”

Back.

“Oh, now it’s ‘your girl’—I thought we—”

Forth.

“Yeah. My girl, ‘cuz you don’ even know how to treat her.”

Back—Forth.

“You’re loud, and rude, and angry—”

Back and Forth and Back and Forth.

“Y’don’t appreciate shit that she does for us, and it fuckin’ shows—”

Back and Forth and Back and Forth. Back and Forth and Back.

“Yeah, and she loves me for it anyway, Dipshit—”

Back and Forth and Back and Forth an—

“Can you two quit it!”

When they still, you go tumbling forward and into Suki’s lap—which, Kat doesn’t like very much, and grumbles under his breath about it.

“Sorry, Baby.”

“Fuckin’ what.”

“You guys realize I can kiss both of you, right?” Your words border on exasperated. Kat rolls his eyes.

“Fine—I get first.”

“No, I do!”

“I will blast you to goddamn smithereens.”

“Fine! At least I get my fuckin’ kiss—”

“Oh my god,” you groan aloud, running hands over your face and sinking deeper into the couch. It’s endless. “Y’know what? No. Stand up.”

You pat both of their backs to urge them upwards, and they follow. Standing side by side and watching you—and if you thought that one set of Katsuki’s eyes were intimidating enough, try two.

“Okay, Suki—you asked first, so you go first.”

Kat grumbles under his breath, something about ‘well if I fuckin’ knew that, woulda asked ages ago,’ but relents relatively quiet. Suki bends over with a smile, cradling the side of your face to lift it higher.

“Thank you, Baby.”

Katsuki’s lips always feel warm, and Suki’s are no different—they move slow and soft and patient, like he knows what’s coming, when it’s coming, so might as well take his time until he can see the finish line. He inhales like he could breathe you in, and the hand cupping your face tightens with want and satisfaction.

When Suki pulls away, you’re both breathless, and he rests his forehead against yours. “Missed you.”

But, before you can respond—

Suki is shoved out of the way, out of frame, and in comes Kat, who would be on fire if he could. “Y’call that a fuckin’ kiss? Watch and learn, Loser.”

Kat grabs you by the chin and kisses you with weight. He presses into you with his upper body, using a free hand to rest on the back of the couch, and placing a knee between your legs. Kat kisses you into the cushions and out of any breath you have left, leaving you scrambling for air.

“How was that,” Kat asks once pulling away, dragging his thumb across your kiss-swollen lips. You swoon, before remembering that this Katsuki is downright evil.

“It was…um…” you try to say fine, try to say okay, I’ve had better, but the weight of two intense stares fill your veins and cloud your judgement. And, just overall ability to speak as a whole.

“See Dumbass, what’d I say?” Kat hollers over his shoulder, standing up to glare at his doppelgänger. “Kiss her right and she fuckin’ melts.”

Suki bristles at that, but doesn’t bite back with words. Instead, he quietly assumes Kat’s place with a hum, thumbing the highest point of your cheek as he looks down. He studies you.

“Mmm…looks pretty solid to me,” Suki mutters, tilting your head every which way, like he’s trying to find something that’s not there. Kat yells from the back, ‘shitty ass joke!’ “Wha’d’ya think, Baby? Who’s better?”

“Um,” you swallow, and try to stifle your inner goblin. “I don’t…I think I’ll need more than that to…y’know…know?”

And, yet. The goblin comes out, anyway. (At least she’s respectful, this time.)

Suki teeters his head in consideration, and Kat snorts from behind him. “Fuckin’ pervert.”

You gawk. Because, like, yes, but also, “how am I supposed to know based off a three second kiss?”

“Valid question.”

“Listen—I don’t know about Mr. Chastity over here, but mine was definitely longer than three seconds.”

Suki gives him a look over his shoulder, and though you can’t see it, you can guess based off the way he goes, “Seriously?”

“I said what I said.”

You see the tail end of Suki rolling his eyes as he turns back to you, and the look of pure annoyance on his face shifts to one of affection. His thumb brushes your cheek again, as he leans forward, close enough for you to feel his breath across your lips.

“Well, Baby? Should we prove that fucker wrong?”

But, you’re not paying attention to much else other than the way Suki’s lips round and soften to form words that you barely hear. So, you just nod, let out a quiet ‘uh huh,’ and let him close the distance.

Suki kisses you with more passion this time around, but less vigor and aggression than Kat. You feel comfortable and grounded, and gasp, hands finding the middle of his shirt as he tilts his head to the side. You don’t get kissed stupid like you do with Kat—like the earth got flipped upside down and you just have to deal with it—but held and loved, and that’s stupefying enough.

Suki moans into your mouth, making your body run both hot and cold. It takes ages and alcohol to convince Katsuki to make a sound, to stop holding himself back, but this one might not. This one might not, and God, if that doesn’t make your head spin.

A tongue licks the seam of your lips but never pushes further than that, just enough for you to be aware of the threat and the want, but never enough to give. You whine, pushing deeper—and Suki smiles against your lips like that was exactly what he wanted, before his hand encompasses the front of your neck to squeeze, restricting your airflow just enough.

When he pulls away, the hand around your neck slides to your collarbones, and your eyes flutter shut. It continues to snake lower, past the waistband of your sweats and even lower than that, until two fingers run along your folds. They’re gone as quick as they came, and Suki pulls them out to reveal—

“See? She’s soaked.”

Kat growls, but before he can say anything, Suki tucks both fingers into his mouth and sucks. It’s obscene, and you think you see his tongue poke through at some point.

But then, he’s getting shoved in the shoulder, falling into the couch and more importantly, away from you, as Kat takes his place between your legs. Before you have time to protest (which—you won’t, but you might’ve for a second, for like, posterity) Kat is shoving your sweats down to your ankles, clearly tired of playing fair.

“I’m sick of his shit,” he grumbles, shifting your hips forward until you’re nearly laying flat. “Aren’t you sick of his shit, Princess?”

You don’t really know what to say to that. Luckily, you’re not given much time to—Kat sticks his tongue out and licks a fat stripe up your pussy, swirling his tongue around your clit, and dragging it back down.

“Fuckin’—take your goddamn time,” Suki growls, and Kat just rolls his eyes and continues his ministrations. “I worked hard to get her that fuckin’ wet, y’know—”

Kat only pulls his mouth away to give his double an incredulous look, pointing at your pussy like you’re not even there. “Oh, you think you did this.”

“I know I did,” Suki snarls at the slight, and when Kat chuckles around your clit, it makes your thigh seize. “But, fine—fuck her dry like an animal. See if I care when she comes runnin’ to me ‘cuz y’don’t know what the fuck you’re doin’.”

Kat doesn’t grace his words with more words, just flips a middle finger in his direction before that hand finds your thigh. Only to spread your legs wider, broaden his plate, and you nearly keel over when he sucks too hard.

“He bein’ too rough?” Suki coos, grabbing you by the jaw and running a thumb along it’s sharpest point. “’S okay if you can’t cum, Baby—he has absolutely no finesse.”

Suki rips Kat away from you by the hair, his lips flushed and glossed from you, and yanks him out of the way. Kat snarls and lets his palms pop, but one halfhearted glare from you, and they fizzle right out.

“He’s being a dick!” Kat defends, gesturing at the perpetrator with open hands—said perpetrator simply settles between your legs, licking his lips. Kat is ignored.

Suki moves a lot slower than Kat does—still hot and heavy, but languid, like he knows you’re not going anywhere any time soon. He licks you up and down, avoiding places that would do anything more than simmer. But, even low heat will eventually come to a boil, and your breath hitches when a finger brushes your entrance.

Kat yawns. “I’m fuckin’ bored.”

Suki rolls his eyes and can’t help but pull away, get another word in—but his finger finally quits (some of) the teasing and plunges right in. You shiver, then melt. “Well, that’s too damn bad.”

“Yeah, it is—make her scream or somethin’ before I fuckin’ fall asleep.”

“Oh, please fall asleep,” Suki insists, but never takes his eyes away from you—your pussy—as he berates his double, too fascinated by the way you squeeze and relax around him. “I’d love if you fell asleep—I could be both of us, and she wouldn’t even notice.”

Kat barks out a laugh, loud and sarcastic. “You get mad at me for bein’ rude, then you call her stupid? Some white knight.”

“No,” Suki says, and adds another finger and curls them upward—it makes your leg kick involuntarily, and it probably would’ve done some damage if he didn’t catch it in time. “I’m callin’ you basic. Bitch.”

“Oh, you fuckin—”

“Guys! Please!” You scream at the ceiling. You’re exhausted and annoyed, semi-horny and so far away from the finish line. “Stop arguing—do you want me to cum or not?” 

And, well. That shuts them up quicker than you expected.

“Absolutely, Baby.”

“Ugh—fuckin’ whatever.”

Suki focuses on you, after that. Kat tries to distract him with playground insults, tugging at his hair like a childhood bully, but the most he gets in response is a middle finger. Suki hoists your thigh onto his shoulder, and, when you wiggle too much, uses a free hand to pin your waist in place.

It’s an embarrassingly short amount of time until you feel the fire in your belly turn dangerous, like wind carrying bonfire embers into trees to ignite them. It’s not your fault—there’s two pair of eyes when there should be one, equally eager, equally fascinated. Kat catches your chin and pulls you in for a rough kiss, and Suki’s eyes flutter when you squeeze around him, like he’s fingering himself and feeling every curve of his fingertips.

You squirm, understanding the specifics of the feeling that builds and hating them. “Ah fuck—think I’m gonna…?”

“Squirt?” Suki finishes with a knowing smile, like that’s what he’s been aiming for this whole time, and you bristle.

“Fuck you,” you pant, but it get infinitely harder to argue as your vision starts to blur with your breathing. “Yes, Asshole.”

“Hot,” Kat nods in agreement, and if you had the wherewithal to, you’d chuck a pillow in his face. Again.

“You know I hate this.” You give Suki an half-hearted glare, and he fights the smile growing on his face. “Why do you do this to me.”

“Because it’s hot,” Suki hums, and honestly, he deserves a pillow to the face as well. “C’mon, Baby—relax, let it happen.”

He starts stroking your thigh like that’s going to help any. It doesn’t, and the stick you use is no longer good enough to defend your impending orgasm, which is horrible, horrible news for the couch cushion. You’ll need to flip it over. Again.

(So—maybe you should just buy a new cushion, at this point. And avoid sitting in your usual spot on the couch.)

While the orgasm doesn’t catch you by surprise, the strength of it does. Your thighs squeeze around Suki’s head as much as they’re able—as much as he allows—and a hand finds Kat’s to hold on tight and squeeze. You feel Kat fall into your shoulder, or maybe you fall into his. Your body burns, buzzes, anything that starts with a b that sounds hot. You’re hot. On fire, actually.

You don’t open your eyes until the feeling subsides—in time to watch Suki pull away, face soaked, and the couch cushion even more so. Kat takes two fingers and runs them along your folds, only to dip them into his mouth and hum with contentment.

“Sweet, right?”

“Fuck yeah.”

And you, feeling the wet cushion under your back, haven’t decided whether you’re going to smother both (?) your boyfriends in their sleep.

(You make both of them sleep on the couch that night—the wet couch that’s their fault. Kat doesn’t get it, he didn’t even do anything. Suki accepts his fate with a knowing grin.)

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suckmyclituchiha

dude, no. NTA as long as you keep it in your pants.

notthatkentakakura

Mmm a little? I feel like you shouldn’t have a crush on your best friends girlfriend…

gogogokudolls

NTA. I fear we’ve all been there, my guy

6ixeyes

How gay are you for your bro????

Eijirō’s moving out. That’s the only logical course of events.

“Katsuki—! Oh my God—”

Eijirō groans, sinking a head into his hands. He threads fingers through his bright red hair and tugs. He’s going insane—he’s going to be in a straight jacket in two years if he doesn’t leave right now, this isn’t even fair, this is—

“Oh fuck, right there, right there, right there—”

What is the fucking point of walls. What is the fucking point, when it sounds like you’re right here.

Maybe, you guys don’t realize he’s home. Which is fair—by the time he got back, you two were already hidden away in Katsuki’s room. He should send a text, or knock on the door to be like hey, shut up please, or at least, put headphones in. But, no—instead, he chooses to torture himself, listening to you whine on his best friend’s cock.

“Yeah, Baby? You like that?”

The headboard slams hard enough to rattle the wall, and Eijirō debates on crying. He wants to see. He wants to see so bad that it hurts.

He suffers that night, just like he does all the others. Reddit doesn’t help, and neither does the throbbing between his thighs.

Eijirō likes to make breakfast. It’s the only meal he can make, really, other than chicken and rice. And broccoli—he can make broccoli. But, since you moved in, he likes making breakfast for a different reason.

“G’mornin’, Eiji.”

You come in yawning, bleary eyed and bra-less, just the way he likes. He doesn’t let his eyes drift the expanse of your thighs for too long—just enough to remember until tomorrow morning. Until he sees you in those shorts, again.

“Hey! How’d you sleep?”

Because, he slept horribly. He fell asleep halfway through the sex marathon, and doesn’t know if he had a wet dream, or heard you past the fuzz of slumber. Either way, he fell asleep at two and woke up at six, wholly unrested.

“Mm…good…” You stumble over to the fancy coffee machine he bought for Katsuki’s birthday last year. You maneuver around the kitchen with half a mind, and Eijirō tries to avoid burning breakfast. God forbid Katsuki wakes up to the smoke alarm in a panic, worried the world is on fire. You open the fridge to get water, nearly hitting yourself upside the head with the door, and Eijirō snorts, catching your forehead from his spot by the island.

You sniff, blearily blinking up with a nod as a thank you. “What’cha making?”

“Pancakes,” he grins, gesturing to the freshly poured griddle. “Try not to concuss yourself before then?”

“No promises,” you mumble past a sleepy smile, and its cute enough to make his heart hurt. He returns it, hoping it comes across less endearing than he feels. You shuffle closer to watch pancake batter bubble under the heat. “Ugh, pancakes are gonna hit. Thank you.”

You let out a moan, one that sounds a little too similar to what he heard through the walls last night. He focuses on flipping the pancakes with an unsteady hand, refusing to feel the edges of your molecules when you get too close.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he preaches with a laugh, and you nod vehemently in agreement. The coffee machine starts to whirr.

“Yeah, ‘n if not for you, I’d be having straight coffee for breakfast.”

“That’s…horrible,” he realizes aloud, and you snort in response, collapsing your face into his arm. His arm, which is, now, nearly pinned between your breasts—and Eijirō wants to cry for the twentieth time this week. “You should definitely not do that.”

“But, I don’t even like breakfast,” you whine, jutting out a bottom lip. Eijirō takes a very deep breath, before flipping the last pancake. He fucks it up, and the battered side folds in half.

Then, he remembers what you just said, and frowns. “You eat it, though—I’ve seen you.”

“I eat your breakfast,” you argue sleepily, and the coffee machine beeps for attention. You leave to grab the full cup, leaving his right side much colder than you found it. “You cook good breakfast.”

Eijirō isn’t fully sure what you mean by that, but beams nonetheless. “Thank y—”

Katsuki stretches in the kitchen doorway. Languid like a cat, with arms above his head, and groaning loud enough to startle. He’s shirtless, and Eijirō does not see the purpling hickey on his neck. Does not.

Katsuki waltzes over to you and drapes himself across your shoulders, eyes swollen and voice rugged from sleep. He steals a kiss from your cheek before asking, “Coffee.”

You hum, lifting the mug closer to his collapsed self. “Want some?”

Katsuki scrunches a nose and shakes his head, only for his face to end up in your neck. “Not from you.”

That earns him a gasp and a flick in the forehead, both of which Katsuki takes in stride. He snickers into your skin, biting behind your ear until you yelp, with a hand tight around your hip to ensure you don’t squirm to far.

And, it’s sickening.

It’s sickening, because these are the moments when Eijirō doesn’t quite know who he wishes to be—you, or his best friend. Katsuki mutes a smile in your skin, and Eijirō wants to feel it, but he also wants his hand on your hip, and he wants, he wants—

“Oi, Shitty Hair—the pancakes are on fire.”

Eijirō looks down at charred circles he once called pancakes. He wants to cry.

With a snort, Katsuki moves past you to grab a plate. Then, he’s nudging Eijirō in the shoulder, and the redhead starts plating the useless ones with a pout.

“I can’t believe I messed up the first batch,” he whines, because now they’ll have half the amount they normally would for leftovers. And, he was sort of hoping to not cook breakfast tomorrow. (Though, he’s not as sad about it as he’d like to be—which makes him even more annoyed with himself, in turn.)

Katsuki just rolls his eyes, setting the burnt plate aside, probably to let it cool before throwing it away. “What the fuck was so fascinating outside?”

Eijirō’s eyes flicker to the window he was allegedly looking out of—he doesn’t really remember, to be honest—and irritation floods his being tenfold as he huffs, “Dude, literally nothing. Literally zoned out.”

Which is a half-lie—he did zone out—and luckily, Katsuki’s back is turned to grab the bowl of batter, so he doesn’t have to look him in the eyes. Eijirō can lie, as long as he isn’t looking Katsuki in the eyes.

But, Katsuki turns around with a knowing smirk, like he does know it’s a lie. That makes Eijirō doubt his lying capabilities.

“Uh-huh,” he hums, and starts pouring pancakes in perfect circles while barely looking. Which, Eijirō thinks is wholly unfair—he has to really lock in, and even then, they come out vaguely dinosaur shaped. Don’t ask him why. He doesn’t know.

“Ooh! I want a heart pancake!”

Katsuki eyes finally leave Eijirō—thank God, he can breathe now—to narrow at you. “…Baby. I just poured the last one.”

But, Katsuki knows you’re not going to let up, as does Eijirō. You have that look in your eyes when you want something, and want it now.

Before you can even open your mouth, Katsuki’s warning, “Wait for the next batch.”

You whine and melt, propping your chin onto the island counter with the biggest pout known to man. The most effective pout, because Eijirō would fold for it time and time again, if he had the chance.

“But, I want it now,” you whimper, and while Katsuki sighs out of his nose, Eijirō has an idea.

He walks over to a small cupboard, the one with the straws and syrup cups, and dips a hand between both for a container of toothpicks. Thanks to Katsuki, they always have some on deck—because, every time they go out to eat, Katsuki is convinced he has something in his teeth, and simultaneously convinced that everyone is lying to him, including his phone camera. So, Eijirō sacrifices one of Katsuki’s holy toothpicks to bend a bubbling pancake into a heart. It only kind of works.

“Fuckin—no, Shitty Hair, y’gotta start from the middle an’ go down—”

“No! Start with the edges first! If he takes too long, my heart is gonna have a round bottom!”

“…Y’know who else has a round bottom—”

“Finish that statement and you’re fired, Katsuki. This is serious business.”

Eijirō Kirishima cannot function under this conditions.

“Guys,” he chokes, looking down at what is now a squiggly mess of pancake. It looks nothing like a heart, but definitely an accurate depiction of how Eijirō’s heart feels—squishy and out of shape and useless. Like an amoeba. Or a blobfish.

Yeah. His heart feels like a blobfish.

“I give up.”

He releases the cake-covered toothpick, and it sticks to the counter in a quietly depressing splat. Katsuki huffs, shoving him out of the way to snatch the toothpick and try himself. And, try he does.

But, the issue is that the pancakes are cooking quick—the others have already been flipped and now, they’re almost ready. Meanwhile, the flailing heart shaped pancake is burnt around the edges and gooey in the middle, but they’re still committed.

Eventually, the three of you look at the burnt ball of dough with a sigh.

“We tried. On that front, we get an A, right?”

“If you look at it from the side and squint your eyes…it, like…kind of looks like an actual heart, so I say yeah.”

“…It looks like shit.”

You all prepare to eat the successful pancakes in a dejected silence. You end up cutting a heart out of your pancake instead. Eijirō eats the corners.

6ixeyes

How gay are you for your bro????

redredriot

um. probably gayer than i should b.

6ixeyes

Wait, srsly

Beach is bad. Beach is horrible—Eijirō will never beach again.

‘Guys, I wanna go to the beach,’ you said. ‘It’s so hot today, it’ll be fun,’ you said. ‘Eijirō’s going to be so miserable, and have to fight a hard-on the entire time,’ you didn’t say. He should’ve seen it coming.

Because, if he can barely handle you in pajamas, how the hell is he supposed to be chill while you practically prance around the sand in a bra and panties. He’s going to cry.

And, Katsuki—Katsuki isn’t helping one bit.

“God, fuckin’ look at her,” he groans, adjusting the sunglasses on his nose. You’re in the water alone, because Katsuki refuses to (’I’m not gettin’ fuckin’ wet just to have fuck-ass sand stick to me—no.’) and honestly, Eijirō would join you if he wasn’t suffering. “Ain’t she a pretty li’l thing.”

And like, what is Eijirō supposed to say to that? What is the socially correct thing to say when your bro is frothing over his girl. Do you agree, and possibly look like you want to fuck her, or do you not agree, and by proxy, call his girlfriend ugly?

Eijirō decides not responding is the safest option. He focuses on the self-help book in his lap, but he’s can’t read right now. The words rearrange into something accusatory, and it’s undeniable:

YOU ARE THE ASSHOLE.

Fuck.

“Don’t know how I bagged that,” Katsuki mutters to himself, before reclining underneath the umbrella. Because he burns too easy, and the sun makes him sleepy, and—why does Eijirō know this? He doesn’t need to know this.

“Awh, c’mon dude,” he shoves Katsuki in the shoulder from his seated spot in the sun. His words come out stilted and awkward, because how do you let your bro know he’s a catch without letting him know you’d probably be down to suck his dick. “You’re, like…hot. You guys are the same level of hotness.”

Katsuki snorts, and rolls his head until it’s facing Eijirō. He cracks an eye open. “D’you think I’m hot?”

Eijirō chokes on air. What kind of question is that.

“I mean,” he blows a raspberry and shrugs, and suddenly, can’t look at his roommate. He watches the horizon until you shift into frame, and then, he switches to the sky. “Yeah, of course, Dude. You’re, like, an objectively hot guy.”

“Objectively,” Katsuki repeats, and Eijirō’s eyes dart to the side just in time to see that quiet smirk from earlier return, from breakfast when Eijirō lied before, and he’s starting to worry Katsuki might be onto him. Which is not good. Not good at all.

“Yep, mhm.” His eyes squint into the sun, in hopes it’ll burn his retinas and give him some form of brain-fried amnesia. That would be great. When it doesn’t work, Eijirō finds himself rummaging through the snack bag instead, hoping that stuffing his mouth shut might keep him from saying anything stupid.

“Oi,” Katsuki perks up. “I want fuckin’ grapes.”

Eijirō laughs, nearly collapsing his face into the snack bag when the arm he rests weight on starts to wobble. “Lucky for you, we brought ‘fuckin’ grapes.’”

“I know, that’s why I said it, Dumbass,” Katsuki faux-bristles. “Feed ‘em to me.”

Eijirō swallows.

“Uh, no Dude, feed them to yourself,” he snorts (and very proud of how he played it off, thank you) and grabs a protein bar out of the bag, along with a Ziploc bag of grapes with a melting ice pack in it. He drops them at Katsuki’s side, but Katsuki knocks them over like a petulant cat.

“My hands are sandy,” he says like it’s obvious, and lifts them up. Respectfully, they are not sandy—but ‘sandy’ to Katsuki means that his hands can feel the ‘sand dust,’ or whatever he said, and Katsuki is stubborn. Eijirō knows he won’t have his grapes untainted.

“Then get Y/N to do it,” he grunts, teeth preoccupied with tearing the label away from his protein bar. “She’ll be out soon, I think.”

“No,” Katsuki groans, loud and useless, and grabs the bag of grapes at his side to chuck them at Eijirō’s head. And, chuck them he does—it gets Eijirō in the side of his face, and the flaxen blond snorts at the sound. “Her hands‘re gonna be all sandy and salty. You do it.”

Eijirō scratches his scalp and sighs.

Eijirō Kirishima, at twenty-six years old, is being forced to feed his Bro grapes on the beach like Katsuki is Cleopatra, while you frolic in the water, half-naked and mouth-watering. What series of events led him here, exactly?

“Then just, like…eat it out the bag, or something.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrow beneath his aviators. “If you don’t, I’m telling Y/N that you think she’s hot.”

Eijirō stiffens.

“Fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine—fine,” Eijirō huffs, and feels his face go hot as he scoots closer. Katsuki gives him a self-satisfied smirk, like he enjoys watching his best friend fumble like an oaf. Over him—over you.

This is so not fair.

Katsuki crosses arms behind his head while Eijirō pops the Ziploc open. Eijirō’s not exactly sure how to go about this, but once he picks a firm grape with no strange squishy spots (Katsuki will have a fit), Katsuki’s lips part, and Eijirō just…drops the grape right in there. Katsuki’s jaw pops as he chews with a nod, like the redhead did good in finding a grape he deems decent enough. It makes him feel all warm and gooey, like a chocolate cookie fresh out the oven, and because Eijirō can blame that feeling on the sun, he lets himself bask in it a bit.

It gets quiet, save for the crashing of waves, music from teenagers seated not too far from them, and the occasional pop of a grape. It’s kind of nice—he finds a rhythm, and space in between Katsuki’s chomps and grabbing grapes to nibble on his protein bar, which is gone quick. He must be hungrier than he thought…We should get actual food soon.

Eijirō zones out, thinking about possible food options and how, honestly, he could go for any of them. Then, he feels something round in his hands, and turns to Katsuki, who’s staring at him with a scrutiny that makes Eijirō think he’s got something on his face. He purses his lips, trying to figure out what Katsuki wants for based off expressions—and finds nothing. He finds nothing that he wants to see, and everything he doesn’t—from the sweat forming in Katsuki’s cupids bow, to freckle in his hairline that darkens with the sun, to the curve of his brows and color in his cheeks.

“…What?”

Katsuki blinks himself out of whatever that was, and the lax expression on his face turns into a scowl as he points.

“Grape.”

redredriot

why does that even matter tho

6ixeyes

Ngl, bc I’m going thru somn similar and tryna figure it out LMAO

redredriot

oh damn my condolences bro

For the third time today, Eijirō would like to know how the fuck he got into this predicament.

You come out the water like a…a fucking beach goddess, water clinging to your form like a sheer dress with sand as an jewelry. The sun seems to agree, as it douses you in something ethereal, something just for you.

Eijirō wants to tear his hair out. He’s already suffering because of one set of sweaty tits, he doesn’t need another—

“What are you guys doing?” You snort after getting enough to see Eijirō hover another grape over your boyfriend’s mouth. The redhead pouts.

“I’m being forced into servitude!”

“I see that,” you laugh, and instead of sitting next to Katsuki, you sit next to Eijirō. He tells himself it’s because you need to dry off, and he’s sat in the sun—not that Katsuki minds, seemingly content on consuming grapes from Eijirō’s hand for the foreseeable future. You squish your wet side into Eijirō’s to get a look in the snack bag, and he shivers for all the wrong reasons.

“Ah! You’re cold!”

Plays it off well, though.

“Sorry,” you giggle, but don’t move until you pull out a fruit roll-up, snatching a grape on the way back. “Damn Kat, you ate all the grapes—fat ass bitch.”

Eijirō didn’t even notice, and looks into his lap—where you just had your hand, mind you—to a severely empty bag, now mainly left with undesirables.

“Oh, right, it’s fat ass bitch now, but later it’s ‘oh my god, Kat, your muscles—oh my god, Kat, you’re so big—oh my god—”

Eijirō is going to die.

Katsuki mocks your voice with an unsteady and nasally falsetto, causing you to reach behind Eijirō, balancing a hand on his shoulder while you try to wack your boyfriend in the head. You miss due to range, and because Katsuki sways his head right with a cackle.

“That is not how I sound,” you hiss, resigning yourself to the other side of Eijirō, even though you could easily walk over to give Katsuki a piece of your mind. He shrugs, eyes flitting to Eijirō, and, uh oh, why is he—

“Oh, that’s totally how you sound,” but he’s looking at Eijirō, like he could confirm, and he doesn’t think the blond talking about how you sound outside the bedroom. Fuck. “Right?”

He’s not asking you—he’s asking Eijirō.

And Eijirō, poor Eijirō, quickly looks out to sea like it’ll put a partition between him and this conversation. Maybe, he should try to burn his retinas again. Maybe, he didn’t try hard enough.

He plays dumb.

“Don’t include me in your couple’s quarrel, Dude!” He says, but its more to the sky. “I’m not even here. I’m a ghost. I’m invisible.”

“Well. In that case,” Katsuki grunts. You squeal as your arm gets yanked in Eijirō’s peripheral, falling behind him and into the sand with a thump. “C’mere.”

“Kat—mmph!”

Who knew kissing could be so loud?

If Eijirō lets out a tear, it’s because his fucking dick hurts.

AITA FOR HAVING WANTING TO FUCK MY BEST FRIENDS’ GIRLFRIEND?

u/redredriot

edit: kay my bro is kinda hot but that just makes things SO MUCH WORSE WHAT DO I DO???????

bigdaddytamaki

petition to be a third!

sasakilovesmiyano

Plot-MF-Twist, I’m so invested.

kusuo_saiki

Get a therapist.

redredriot

THATS WHAT YALL ARE FOR

komicommunicatesverywell

Or get a girlfriend!

That night, Eijirō commits a sin.

It’s not his fault—he’s pent up, because you guys are pent up. He had to drive that fucking car, dammit, and had to ignore the fact that he enjoyed watching you and Katsuki makeout in the rearview mirror more than he should.

And, it’s not his fault again, because you and Katsuki decide to fuck in the living room—the living room that his door faces. It’s like you’re trying to kill him, at this point.

So. Maybe, he leaves his door cracked. It’s not like it matters—moonlight spills through the window above his bed, and barely illuminates te edges. While you engage in foreplay, Eijirō gets ready for bed (skips brushing his teeth, because he’s impatient, and so, so horny) and by the time he’s sliding under the covers, you’re sat comfortably between Katsuki’s legs with a full mouth.

“Fuck yeah, Baby—just like that.”

Tucked under his duvet, Eijirō shucks his boxers down to his hips and grabs himself. His eyes flutter at the feeling, underwear and cock soaked enough that anyone lacking context would assume he already came. Meaning, the slide is easy, and he peeks through the doorway and into the lovingly lit living room.

Eijirō shouldn’t be doing this. He also shouldn’t be obsessed with the way his best friend’s cock fits in your mouth. Not all the way, but enough to make you tear and choke and gag. All Eijirō can really see is the back of your head and Katsuki’s blissed out face, both of which he thinks is wildly unfair.

Katsuki shivers, and it’s a full body affair. Eijirō’s hand wraps tight around the base of his dick because, jeez. Give a guy a warning before you do something really hot next time?

Katsuki lets out something akin to a whimper, which was not a sound he thought his bro could make. But now, he wants to hear it again and again, and possibly occasionally be the reason, every once in a while.

You’re not any better—you’re humming around his cock like you’re the one getting a blowjob, and it’s messy, Eijirō can fucking hear it, and it’s driving him insane. Katsuki grabs ahold of your hair and tugs, causing you to mewl, fall further down his cock, then choke. Katsuki groans and Eijirō stifles his own, praying to every God out there that he remains sane after tonight.

It’s a losing battle.

“Yeah? Y’like imagining that this is his cock, huh?” Katsuki takes control, moving your head at his will, and Eijirō’s arm flexes to match the pace. You whine, and Katsuki chuckles. “Dirty fuckin’ girl.”

You huff, irritated, and pinching Katsuki in his inner thigh, which earns you a jolt and a groan. Wow, Eijirō’s learning so many new things today. Like how you get cock drunk easy, and that Katsuki’s a pain slut. And Eijirō, who will never have any use for this information, stores it anyways.

Katsuki tips his head back and moans at something, and for a moment, Eijirō worries he’s been seen. Only for a moment—the ice in his blood is gone as quick as it came as Katsuki’s eyes flit back to you, and melts straight into his dick. No, despite what his dick says, he does not want to be caught—because that would be very, very bad.

As time goes on, he seems to care less about getting caught, too preoccupied with getting his fix. Which, makes him sound like an addict, but it’s not his fault, you guys are fucking right outside his door.

Eijirō nearly cums when Katsuki pulls you off his dick. Debates on it, for a good while.

Your mouth is swollen, with teary eyes to match the gloss of spit and pre-cum on your lips. Eijirō knows, because Katsuki pulls you up and sits you right on his dick, with your back pressed flush to his chest. And, like, Eijirō’s imagined this moment—the moment where he finally sees you naked—but figured it’d be some panicked walk in, a time when he wouldn’t be able to take in all of you and regret it, and most definitely not this.

Your bathing suit is still on, but barely. It’s misshapen and askew and doesn’t cover what it’s supposed to, covers the exact opposite of what it’s supposed to, actually. Eijirō bites back a groan.

“F-Fuck, Kat—’s too big,” you huff, wiping at the corners of your lips like you might be drooling. Are you drooling? Or is it leftover from the fucking amazing head he just watched you give his best friend?

Katsuki coos, clutching you tight to his body like you might scramble. His other hand holds your thigh open, enough that Eijirō can see your entrance stretch around Katsuki’s cock, and he wants to scream.

“You can take it,” he insists, low and heavy, but still loud enough for Eijirō to hear. You whimper and collapse into his chest, and the hand that holds you upright drifts, tweaking and pinching where it deems fit. “Y’wanna put on a show, don’t you?”

That’s the first time Eijirō catches it. A show for who?

You nod, but push at the couch cushions like you regret letting Katsuki in to begin with. Is this how you look every night? If so, Eijirō’s going to need you two to start fucking on the couch more often, ASAP.

“K-Kat, I can’t—”

Katsuki’s free hand finds your clit then, and whatever you were going to say is left to the wind, molded into something choked and garbled and completely unintelligible.

“What’s got you all worked up?” He snorts, like he’s any better, like he isn’t flushed to his chest and fluttering his eyes every time you shift just right. Eijirō squeezes the base of his dick.

You clumsily shove your boyfriend in the side of the head, who’s thrusts never falter. “Fuck you, you know why—Oh my god, Kat, slow the fuck down—”

“No,” he huffs with petulance, before, if anything, speeding up. “You’re greedy—you can take it.”

“It’s—” your leg kicks, seemingly involuntary, and Katsuki laughs at it. “That’s different.”

God, you whine is the same during sex and in the kitchen. How the fuck is he supposed to hear that the same again.

“How,” Katsuki chuckles, and pinches your clit. You squirm and tuck your head in his neck. “How the fuck are you supposed to take both of us when you can barely take me, huh? It’d be worse with Eijirō’s fat ass on top of you—shit—”

Now.

Eijirō has three thoughts, all of which he thinks at the exact same time:

hey! he’s not fat! he’s well-muscled with the right amount of squish!

damn kat…you think his ass is fat, though?

wait. why are we saying his name, why are we saying his name, why are saying his name—

The third thought is the loudest and lasts much longer than the rest, lasts perpetually, actually, and Eijirō almost cums at hearing Katsuki say his name. His actual name—not Shitty Hair, not Fuck-Face or Dumbass, but Eijirō—and while having sex, no less! With his girlfriend! What the fuck is this?!

You moan even louder, like you like that idea, like that’s something you could be into, and Eijirō doesn’t know what to make of that. Katsuki doesn’t seem to care, and Eijirō doesn’t know what to make of that, either. All he knows is that he’s cumming regardless, despite his best efforts, biting tight into the fat of his hand with a strained groan that he really, really hopes no one heard.

He’s so confused.

He still watches, though—watches you cum on Katsuki’s cock twice before he’s stuffing you full with a groan of his own, eyes trained on the gap between Eijirō’s door. Like he knows Eijirō is still watching, even if you two have been fucking for over an hour.

Eijirō waits until you both peel away from the couch and pad into the bathroom before moving a muscle. He finally gets up to close the door, and scrapes at the dried cum on his stomach with an old t-shirt until his skin turns red, and frowns as he watches it flake. What the fuck. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck—

He needs to update Reddit. He needs to know what to do.

AITA FOR HAVING WANTING TO FUCK MY BEST FRIENDS’ GIRLFRIEND?

u/redredriot

edit: THEY MIGHT WANNA FUCK ME TOO???????

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