☆ KiriBaku x female reader
☆ ( long one-shot || part 1 || part 2 || part 3/3|| ) - ( re-edit )
☆ ( 18+ ) time skip characters/ aged-up, foreigner characters, threesome, poly-sex, mentions of alcohol, sex on alcohol,
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You allowed so much action to happen. You were already handing yourself over to his command. Not quite for his pleasure but heavily for your own appetite.
You answer him, as you do, Bakugo adjusts his and your position, anchoring you to lie on his forearms. He helps you into a comfortable position where he's still topping you, but in a way where you're able to still freely move.
His other hand travels near your sensitive area; you can feel his fingertips resting on the exposed skin. This was a new sensation, but you were willing to welcome it. Bakugo's gaze was unchanging, more as if he were focused.
You followed; slowly you parted your legs enough for Bakugo to slip his hand into the space between your thighs and also enough for both him and Kiri to see your wet core.
You didn't realize how your arousal was starting to leak from all the foreign sensual sensations. But now these guys are the first to witness this.
Bakugo didn't waste any time and slowly lowered the tip of his middle finger onto the surface of your sensitive planes. As he does, he's silently observing your reaction to his touch, not wanting to dive in right away.
He wants you to slowly ease up to him on your own accord. As he does, he slowly fidgets with the surface and folds of your pussy. Not going too hard, but in a way that progresses based on your reactions.
And just based on your whines and whimpers, he adds his index finger next. Steadily rubbing and polishing his fingertips with your slick. Slightly bumping against your clit a few times.
He doesn't pay attention to his surroundings; he just focuses on you and you alone. And how your whimpers invade his ears
Your whines are the sole causation of Bakugo's steady pace and Bakugo's and Kiri's growing erection.
"Your moans are so fucking pretty." Bakugo mutters as he steadily digs his fingers further into your wet core. You let out an audibly delicious whine, followed by a trail of whimpering. Your movements expose you as you spread your legs wider for Bakugo to get better access to you.
"You want it, right?" Bakugo asks.
"Mmm..fuhyeaahh..." You moan out as he slips his ring finger paired with his middle finger as he slowly thrusts into your wet core.
In this scenario, Bakugo is quite experienced in quite a lot of aspects; he adapts well and changes tactics to get the best results. It's no wonder he's constantly changing his movement patterns when he's fingering you.
The slick coming from you, covering his fingers more and more. At this pace, you were already coming undone by the sheer size of his fingers alone. Moaning and whimpering as he focused on bringing you to your edge.
You moan out, leaning into Bakugo's touch, bracing for impact. You were on the way to climax and in a very chaotic, consistent rhythm.
"Fuck- you fucking want it, huh?" He teases.
He's pressing into you as he maintains this pleasurable speed. Pumping his finger in and out of you. You were definitely losing your mind.
"You fucking love it bitch?" He taunts.
This pace of his is easing you closer to your edge. You can feel a knot undoing in your stomach, your thighs quivering from his movements; this doesn't go unnoticed by Bakugo.
He slightly speeds up his rhythm. This brings out another moan from you. You try to control your tone but simply can't, just from how skilled Bakugo is.
"Cum... cum right now..."
He taunts you some more. You can feel like you were going to explode from Bakugo's fingers.
This was going to be your first ever orgasm.
He taunts you, but it comes out more like a command; he only says this because he knows how much of your quivering body was reacting to his movements. It's this build-up of pleasure that was just sending you over the edge, causing you to finally spill a geyser on his hand. You were stuttering in your place as Bakugo had finally brought you to your climaxing finish.
You come undone on sheets that aren't yours, in a room that is foreign to you, and with strangers you meet from an inconvenient encounter. Now you were catching your high from one of them and their maneuvers.
Catching your breath as you steadily try to savor the remaining pleasure. Katsuki Bakugo has this prideful grin on his face; obviously, you would come undone eventually. This was a revelation of his prowess.
He says, he slowly retracts his fingers from your drenched core, he sharply observes your expression, trying to find any sort of discomfort plastered on your face.
A prideful grin sits on the inner corners of his cheeks. Katsuki Bakugo was the one who brought you to your climax; obviously, he is the best for a reason. He had confidence for a very good fucking reason; this sort of balances his hot temperament. Even so, you cumming from his fingers alone brought his ego up to an all-time high.
He slowly lifts himself up off the mattress and turns to Kirishima, who was silently observing.
You didn't even realize till now that Kirishima was silently observing you both from a modest distance, how Bakugo worked you till your inevitable edge, and how you came undone. It's as such that Kirishima got a front-row seat.
"Can't even hide it, I'm jealous." He voices.
You were still trying to catch your breath; meanwhile, Kirishima stood inches closer to the foot of the bed.
"She looked like she had a good time." He teases.
"Fuck- and her expression when she came undone was so damn cute."
He continues as he's already at feet next to the merged beds, close to you and Bakugo; he leans into Bakugo's pride.
"But, I think she'll make an even cuter expression with me." He challenges.
"Hahaha, not kidding, Kats."
A determined smirk plastered on his face, with the will to bring your pleasure high even higher and to level down Bakugo's pride and win.
It doesn't take long till the men at your side switch places.
Taking up their personal conditions with fucking you.
Kirishima lies with you; you feel a dip in the mattress as you turn to face him. A concerned expression on his face that asks if you're okay.
With an arm resting on your waist, you shift in your position so that your body faces him. He takes notice of this, and he opens his arms, giving you access to rest your head on his arm.
You take this and invade the gap between you and him, closing the distance between you both.
He asks, pulling you into a tight hug. You give him a content smile as he then gives you one back.
You nod to his question and place a hand on his firm chest, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, and hum deeply.
He teases, looking at Bakugo, who was already annoyed by Kiri getting dibs on cuddling you. He turns back to you, focusing and giving you all his attention.
"Cutie, did you like Bakugo? Was he nice?" He sweetly asks.
Your face buried deeply in his neck, you nod to his response.
Putting a smirk on his face.
"I can be nice too." He teases.
"Wanna learn something new?"
He kindly asks, because for him, this was going to be a great step into your blossoming sex life, and he was going to be your bridge for that. Since Bakugo gave you a taste of what pleasure feels like, Kiri ought to teach you how to give it back.
"This time you're going to learn how to suck cock."
He says. Hearing those words brought you back from your dazed state. This was when you were put into a very real and active situation where you were for sure gonna be experiencing the real thing. You were fully prepared to take advantage of it.
"On your knees off the bed." He instructs. You easily comply and pull yourself off the bed.
As you comfortably sit on the carpeted ground next to the bed, you simply observe two bodies in the room, Bakugo and Kiri. Bakugo keeps a sharp gaze on both you and Kirishima.
While Kirishima lifts himself off the bed. He stands in front of you, and you get this totally new impression of him. You always knew that Kirishima was the laid-back type, but you quickly understood that he is also very adaptable, similar to Bakugo. You don't quite expect him to be the one in a more dominant role like Bakugo's.
But for this scenario to happen, the dominance that you once knew from Bakugo has a new owner.
Kirishima gives a content smirk that's more than just playful; he is more pleased, in fact.
He gently lands his right hand on your hair, combing through the strands. He looks so earnest that someone is kneeling for him.
Your gaze falls from Kiri's face down to the waistband of his sweatpants; under that waistband was something politely bulging through.
Kirishima takes note of this, your gaze, your silence; it was like he knew about your cravings at this point.
You were hesitant to do so, being the one to touch the other, but really, this was somewhat of a fantasy of yours; your hands somehow did find a way to rest on the cloth of Kiri's pants, resting comfortably on the fabric.
They steadily traveled up towards his clothed bulge that had nestled comfortably beneath the fabric, and my god.
A flush on your face creeps up when you realize what you were doing, where your hands are resting, and the person you're doing this to. Your eyes roll up to meet Kiri's, a gleaming smirk on his face.
Satisfied as he is with your willingness.
"Yeahh... good fucking girl." He praises.
You unconsciously feel around his bulge, his erection; you can tell that he was a bit more on the girthier side.
Kirishima notices that your shy persistence is in need of guidance, he continues by taking the lead.
"Don't be shy, take 'em off." He says.
This made you jerk your hands away from him. But you realize that this is where you wanted to be all along, not long after you find yourself tugging down his waistband. Steadily trying to put down the fabric.
You get close down to his lower hips, where you can see where his V-cut starts dipping in.
"C'mon, all the way down." He encourages, but he doesn't push you. Letting you ease into it, but that tightness in his pants doesn't go unnoticed.
You gather your courage and steadily pull his sweats all the way down, revealing his erection to you.
And yes, he was quite big.
"Fuck..." he breathes out. He tilts his head to the side, shifts his stance, and puts his right hand on his left shoulder to stretch a bit.
Kiri notices your enamored face, those flushed cheeks were a highlight, and those eyes that begs for instructions.
"You like what you see, baby?" He teases.
This was more personal and raw, quite a big jump from feeling him around; you get to feel him more personal and close. Your hands gravitate to his cock, posing idle and still.
Your fingertips graze the base of his cock, your palms slightly feel up his balls. His shape and form were already quite intimidating, but you persist.
You slowly drag a hand up the shaft of his cock, the veins and firm weight were already quite intimidating, but that doesn't stop you.
Your hand gently holding his erection, the heat from your palms transfers from the base to his shaft. It was quite comfortable for Kiri.
"So good." He praises you, earning a content smile from you.
"I guess you know what to do next. My advice is to start with the tip." He continues.
"And of course, no teeth."
He gives you basic instructions on how to pleasure a man, which is given for every experienced man with an inexperienced woman. Kirishima knows that you're unprepared, but he knows you can adjust with the proper instructions.
Besides, he isn't the type to take advantage of someone.
"Don't rush it, use your own pace."
His affirmations and patience truly settled your courage for this; you were steadily understanding the ways to please a man, directly so, you were going to be confident moving forward.
You decide to move closer to him, slowly inching yourself to his tip. This was when your mind turns off; you couldn't think about anything farther than these two men. Katsuki Bakugo, quiet and present. Eijiro Kirishima, encouraging and patient.
They had both taken great care of you, so it's only natural to return the favor. Give Bakugo a show and Kirishima good fucking head.
Your lips land on his blushing tip, you land small kisses on his tip, giving them quick and intentional touches of appreciation.
It doesn't take long for you to stick the tip of your tongue out, meeting the tip of his cock you give him short and sweet licks. Swirling around and back, you naturally roll your eyes back to meet with Kiri's.
Furrowed brows, flushed cheeks, and an expression that is holding grunts. Paired with a very pleased smile.
"Sssss... yes, n.. now, go down the tip, If you can do that for me, baby shark."
You keep your pace as steady, you suck on his tip, only now you slowly pace your depth further and further down. Staring at his lust-drunk expression. This was the way to go.
A melodic undertone to his words, an indicator of his pleasure, you couldn't quite separate his praises and his dominance; they work in sync, which is what gave you the prowess to suck him off so eagerly.
You were quite an adaptable camper thanks to Kiri. Your tongue is almost reaching down halfway to his base.
Steadily bobbing your head, you were a bit clumsy at times, but you made up for it with your tongue and pace.
Pride is just simmering in the redhead's chest right now.
You were at it for the following moments. Praise and more praise coming from him, you don't catch how Bakugo watches in a pit of slight envy. But he is a man of his word, so he does hold back. While you were giving your all for Kiri, he fucking loves how your cheeks deflate and reinflate, how your brows slightly furrow in concentration.
He knew this was all for him.
This indeed causes him to come closer to the edge than expected. Kiri doesn't hold back, coming closer and closer to that edge. While your head keeps a steady rhythm, a slight bit of precum drips from the corner of your tip into your mouth.
His voice, laced with a desperate moan.
Moments inches closer until eventually he finally reaches his high.
He spills out an audible moan, his warm liquid spilling into your mouth as he's catching his sanity and breathing at the same time, his attention placed on trying to collect his composure.
While you feel a slight twitch from Kiri and his cock, a mellow liquid floods across the surface of your tongue. Slightly thick but quite runny. You pull back, you part your lips from Kiri's tip. Mixed with your spit, you swallow his fluid down, taking in a breath.
Kiri's breath is steadied, attention falling back to you.
He looks at your kneeling figure, immodestly modest, looking back up at the redhead.
"Sorry... Hah—too much?" He asks, concern laced in his words.
"No, not all." You speak.
"C'mon, I'll help you up, okay?" Kirishima offers.
You grip onto him as he pulls you back on your feet, you instinctively place your ass on the bed, and trying to compose yourself from that sexual encounter.
Meanwhile, Bakugo has a sort of unimpressed look; it doesn't stem from any ill mind but more of a let-down expectation.
Kirishima turns to Bakugo with a very dopey grin.
"Whatcha think, Bakugo?" He asks.
"Tch, whatever." Bakugo rolls his eyes.
Kirishima crouches to you and "whispers" something in your ear.
"I think he's jealous." Kirishima "softly" says into your ears.
His words were caught by Bakugo, who was already a bit put off.
"What did you say?" He musters up in a piercing tone, glaring at Kirishima.
"Nothing, Katsuki." He teases him.
"Whatever, but this night isn't ending so soon."
"I agree, do you think so too, baby?" Kirishima promoted a question.
"What do you suggest then?"
"Let's just ease her into it.''
Both made their ground, a plan, a setup for a challenge onpleasure. To you, it seemed that they were already off the wind and were grounded in their conditions; you already knew this wasn't new basis for them.
You swallow down both saliva and air.
They both nodded in agreement. A slight change in the atmosphere, it didn't signify a great change, but it did sweeten the atmosphere, their gazes both rolls back to you, sitting comfortably on the bed as if you owned it.
You sat with no intent to reject them, or to refuse their advancements, you simply looked content.
A growing grin, placed on both their lips, and a half-lidded stare were all that it needed to mask their excitement.
You're bare underneath the glow of the warm lamplight and moonlight, sitting in a sea of white sheets that smell like men's cologne. Comfortably resting.
They steadily leaned in closer to you, an inviting warmth to you allures them, it brings you closer to the climax you've suppressed all your 24 years of living.
"Gentle please." You muster out.
"Of course, just for you." Kirishima assures.
Moments bleed away as the last pieces of garment shed off and thrown across the room, bare bodies rub against soft sheets and softer skin, you were at the hands of two men you met on foreign grounds against your ambitions.
The last of your coherent thoughts melt away as both of their mouths reach for your sensitive centers. A feeling that was abstained and forbidden, you were so fucking drunk from spirit and their rough exteriors penetrating those untouched walls. Raw touches, lingering stares, hot breaths, and rough, steady pacing.
Rough hands of soft skin, and tinted lips on bare chests.
Sandwiched between both of them, it's pretty hard to divide your attention between two spike-heads and having a lot of hot demands and enabling praises; you were really stuck between both of these gorgeous men. Both of these roguish and kind strangers were successful in prying out that suppressed appetite that has been hidden down your refined exterior.
You've grown an appetite for both of them.
Seeing and feeling both of them at work, they really do work as one body, a team, a dangerous combo. You couldn't quite get your head to focus on the moment, but it didn't need to; the mantra from their wondering touches only begged your body to melt into them.
Bakugo was in front of you, you were all on fours facing him, a smirk on the blonde bastard's face. You already noted that Bakugo had a sharper exterior compared to Kirishima; he's blunt, has a dominant and commanding side to him, he doesn't hesitate when his goals are set clearly. But that doesn't mean that he would lose his head. He doesn't hold any kind of invasive rage. He knows not to push limits or take things too far. Contrary to his rough exterior is a surprising gentleness in him.
You can sort of digest how Bakugo has you right now. Your body facing him, as his vacant fingers were already rubbing and digging against your rawest surfaces. Your mouth was locked to his jaw, licking and giving him long licks.
It doesn't take long to remember Kirishima's presence as well, feeling and groping you from the back.
You remembered their conditions back at the bar; they definitely gave you a good time, and yeah, they were a package deal.
Movements started to get more ragged; your body was also following the situation, inching slowly. Your mouth traveled down to lower regions till you found yourself between the blonde's massive thighs. Your plushy lips found the tip of Katsuki's cock. Equally as impressive as Kiri's, slightly standing taller than Kirishima's, his girth was also quite impressive, but Kirishima's takes first place in width; still, that lustful appetite couldn't be satisfied till something occupied your cravings. Slow strokes from your tongue run up and down the blonde's shaft. The pure surface of Katsuki's length was something entirely different; like Kiri, you could feel small veins that run through his length. But truly, what made Katsuki so fucking dangerous was the sheer firmness of his cock, a slight curve that leaned upwards.
You finally dipped your mouth onto his tip, slowly pushing your head down his entire shaft. In small phases, you suck on the blonde's cock as much as you can, trying to fit most of it down your throat.
This is where Bakugo's cock shines; that curve, that little tilt was just enough to make you slightly choke on his tip with saliva running. So much of it on his shaft, your lips, and small strands of it running down your chin.
The more you bobbed your head on his cock, the more messier it gets, mixed with the precum already leaking out of his flushed tip. Sharp grunts fill your ears, directly coming from Bakugo. He was minimizing the pitch of his grunts, but it didn't help his restless mouth for a second; this made you more persistent in this endeavor.
Sucking hard and thorough, it was quite ironic that this is just your second time sucking a man off; you were already performing like you had a few experiences under your belt. You were almost a pro thanks to Kiri and your ability to adapt.
"S-shit... What the fuck."
"She's good, right?" Kirishima butts in, grinning.
While you were occupied with Bakugo, you didn't realize immediately that having your ass up in the air would call for attention to another spiked-haired beast.
Kirishima got occupied; he secured 2 condoms from his private inventory somewhere in the room. He ripped one of the small packets and took the condom out. Swiftly, he rolls and puts it on his length with ease.
He doesn't dive or jump straight in. He touches your bare skin, longingly looking at your very exposed form, something to worship. He runs a hand from your lower back to the side of your waist. You notice this and slightly shift your legs to spread ever so slightly.
Kirishima takes note of this and moves his free hand, hovering over your soaked cunt. The heat from his palms grazing over that sensitive, exposed skin, there he gently lands his ring and middle finger first, slightly rubbing the area carefully, gently, seeing for any reaction from you.
You can feel Kirishima's fingers on your cunt; he didn't dip his fingers into you but placed them on your exposed surfaces. Slow and steady, not demanding or rough, it felt like a "thank you" from him. You know, from sucking him off.
Your body eases back into his hand, which affirms Kiri.
He presses his fingers to you; he doesn't plan on sticking them in. He knows you deserve something a lot bigger than that, but that doesn't mean he'll deny your needs. He inches his fingertips closer to the most sensitive part of you; he's quite knowledgeable in this particular area.
The tip of his fingers greets the bud of your pleasure. He sweetly caresses your clit, causing you to press into him more, teasingly so; he continues this without increasing his speed of pace.
You see why Kirishima is paired with Bakugo; he doesn't have a comparable rough exterior similar to Bakugo's. In Kirishima's ways, he would playfully linger, and you would naturally respond to him with or without interference; just his present nature alone allures you to this redheaded bastard. Like Bakugo, he never pushes you too far; in fact, he's sweeter than that spicy blonde.
Kirishima doesn't hesitate either, but he absolutely loves it when you initiate and respond first. So when you pushed your cunt and ass to him, he wasn't backing out.
A smirk arrives on Kirishima's lips; this is the response he needed. He took the base of his cock and aligned it at the entrance of your cunt, but he didn't plan on pushing it in, for now at least. He tapped at the entrance of your cunt, not really hitting with much pressure.
You were still sucking Bakugo's cock, thanks to him, you slowed your pace. However, you still needed some action, so you pushed back your ass onto Kirishima, the tip of his cock meeting the insides of your cunt folds.
This doesn't take long to translate back to him; he pushes into you, and you lean back more.
Technically, now, you are busy from both ends.
Kirishima bucks his hips into you, and you press back hard, not pulling away from the ordeal. Your mouth also gets used for Bakugo's release. His hips slightly jerking into your wet cavity, his large hand finding your scalp, slightly pulling on your hair.
Here you are right now, at the center of it all.
Unlike before, Kirishima was able to increase his speed; fluctuations in his pace knocks small, muffled moans from your mouth, which in turn vibrates against Bakugo's cock. A sharp groan comes from Bakugo; this makes him pull at your hair and hear from him.
"Stop...r-right fucking now." He mutters.
You immediately stop what you were doing and release his cock from your mouth, some precum and saliva dripping down his shaft. Your eyes turn to him, but something else has gotten you occupied, it was Kirishima and his unrelenting thrusts, quite pleasurably so. Still knocking out moans out of you, your voice started melting into sweet stutters.
After Bakugo caught his breath, he turns to your dazed face. You were high on pleasure and sex. He reaches out and leans in; you follow along also and lean into him as well. You both lock lips and make out as the redhead's thrust becomes rougher and deeper. This, in short, had brought you closer to your second climax. Bakugo's hands found your chin, pushing you as your head pulled away from him, unlocking lips. You leaned into Bakugo's shoulder.
"K-Kiri, you... feel—s-so good~"
You were close. Kirishima takes note of this, he pursues a few more thrusts until your moans fluctuate. Your pitch and tone can only sing a closer end for you. Quivering legs, you were already awaiting your release as you started to soak into Kirishima's shaft, a slight sound of skin clapping.
You were a few more thrusts in till your edge.
But then, Kirishima immediately retracts and pulls out. He then presses his upper thighs to your ass as he vigorously jerks his cock down, low moans coming from the redhead as he continues his pace. Eventually, he came into the condom he wore.
"Fucckk..." He breathes out.
Catching his breath from the high, Kiri looks down at your lower back, placing a hand on your ass.
"That was amazing... You were amazing, baby shark."
He gives you a light pat, another gesture of gratitude from him. Even so, you were a bit disappointed; you were let go of your second climax. Even so, you couldn't demand more; you wanted more, but you didn't have it in you to confront them, but it seems like you didn't need to.
"You finish, idiot?" Bakugo says out.
"Yeah... hah.. I'm light as a feather." Kirishima breathes out, still coming down from the high.
"But I don't think baby shark here is." Kirishima teases.
Kirishima takes off the condom carefully, coming off the bed to throw the used condom into the trash. He uses a tissue to clean himself off and walks back to the side of the bed.
In front of him, you and Bakugo, naked. Kirishima lets out a smirk.
"Now it's your turn, Katsuki."
A low chuckle comes from both of them. You can feel both of their voices vibrate in the air till the sound of their amusement settles to a silence.
"Switch." Bakugo commands.
In an instant, they switched places. They had you on your back, your back was pressed on Kirishima's chest, and an arm wrapped around your lower waist to hold you comfortably. Your head rests on the crook of his neck. While Bakugo sits in front facing you.
He gently tugs away your legs to spread; you were quite in the mood to comply. You let Bakugo have his way. He takes the other condom that Kirishima slipped to him and puts it on swiftly.
You were really starting to settle now. Having your back rested against Kirishima's chest while Bakugo was slowly easing into you. You couldn't help but be a little impatient.
Your demands reached both of their ears. Bakugo bit his lip, signaling a rise of elation in the blonde.
"Hmm? Getting impatient now?" Kirishima regards.
"Just sit tight." Bakugo says.
Bakugo was already aligned at your entrance; you were already awaiting his turn at you. Your eagerness is giving you so much excitement that Kirishima seems to notice.
"Patience, baby, Katsuki will take care of you." Kirishima says.
Your eyes roll back to Bakugo. You can feel his covered tip grazing your clit. A deeper blush was spreading on your cheeks.
"Look at me." Bakugo commands, with a slightly sharper tone,
Still, as you willingly widen your submission, a familiar feeling that greeted you moments before came flooding back.
A shy, almost aroused expression graces your face.
The bed rocks back and forth; the speed fluctuates from steady to more rhythmic strokes. Your moans and short pleas ignite a delicious appetite.
He's fucking you to your second orgasm; he does it with such an accurate beat, a bit harsh, but you don't hold any complaints. He was giving you what you want. At this point, you can only babble nonsense from how good Bakugo was fucking you.
You let your moans roll off your tongue as he continues his pace. Kirishima takes notes of your verbal response to his best friend's movement. Grunts can only be heard from Bakugo as he continues his pace. Kirishima holds you to support your weight against him as Bakugo is relentless in his sexual pursuits.
"Fuc-ck..." Bakugo manages to choke out as he paces his thrust to you.
"Sounds hot... " Kirishima comments, his gaze rolls to Bakugo's still figure.
"You fucking her." He says, lifting a hand to his face, grazing the tips of his fingers on Bakugo's warm cheek. A slyish grin props itself on Kirishima's lips.
Bakugo gazes back at Kiri, a dazed expression that was similar in nature to yours; he was on the verge of breaking from your agreeable insides.
The redhead and the blonde lean in, closing the gap between them, and share a sensual kiss. For Kirishima, this was to ground Bakugo and to give him a cheeky reminder that he can very well boss the blonde under the right circumstances. Bakugo was close to being completely melted. But he was still in control, still pacing with no pause.
It was abrupt, the pleas that came from your lips. This meant that your pleasurable climax was near. Your melting body subconsciously started pressing back into Bakugo as he paces back and forth. He wasn't stopping his movements or slowing down; in fact, his movements only increased in speed and roughness.
His hard, firm cock pokes at your pleasure center over and over again. The sheer girth of him was drilling at such a mind-numbing pace, which allowed the length of his shaft to keep swiping over your clit; your moans only fell into a pattern.
Your exposed areas started getting more drenched from his unwavering movements, and your juices, you only lean into more.
Bakugo felt so fucking intense, for both you and him; not only were you drunk on spirit, but also the scent of lusty desire.
"Coming...s-soon." Bakugo stutters out as his pace becomes more erratic and loose, yet still rough.
You were also reaching your climax very soon, almost reaching cloud nine. Your hands gripped the sheets as Bakugo kept his pace. He was about to spill quite soon, a certain helpful redhead decided to add on his input in this endeavor.
His fingers, now placed on your exposed pulsing clit. He takes the tips of his fingers and gives you the sweetest treatment as he swiftly swipes his digits again and again on your bud.
This caused you to be more vocal, drawing out more high-pitched moans from you. Bakugo also speeds up his thrusts; you also start to buck your hips into him. Kirishima doesn't stop either. Right here, right now, this kind speaks your language of rebellion. Getting fucked by two guys at a time, coordinating to help you reach your climax.
Kirishima smirks at both of you and mutters something under his lusted-out expression.
Getting to be in this scandalous situation was sort of a breakthrough, well, by the means of your own parents. Being raised to reserve your sexuality makes your standards for relationships become strained. You couldn't really open or allow for a potential relationship. Getting with two men on a merged bed.
One fucking you and the other fingering you; it was like saying "fuck you" to the abstained mindset you already left behind.
It didn't take long for Bakugo to be more vocal, his voice cracking. He pressed into you, buried deep into you, paired with Kirishima's movements becoming more sloppy as you started to squirt out, your juices soaking both Bakugo's flexed abs and Kiri's fingers.
You just fell from your edge; you're finally coming down from that sexual high. Untied and absolutely spilled all over.
Bakugo came following you, heat coming off from both your bodies. Catching your breath, your head falls into the crook of Kiri's neck. Kirishima's hand was now resting on your thigh after your climaxing high. Kirishima's gaze falls on you, silently checking if you're okay.
You were fucking soaked between your thighs, but you were also quite sweaty, beads of sweat forming on your forehead and temples. Bakugo looked like he was also quite beat.
He fixes his gaze on you to check if you are alright. He searches for any sort of discomfort.
"Are you okay?" Bakugo asks.
"Yeah... I'm good." You say between breaths.
Your chest rising up and down, Bakugo slowly pulling out of you, not immediately but gradually retracting from you. As he finally frees himself. Bakugo gets off the bed and walks away.
You assume that he was fetching something, while you were still backed against Kirishima's chest. A hand lands on your shoulder, rubbing gently as if it were a little mean of saying "good job" for handling the experience so well.
You smile lightly and settle deeper into Kirishima's neck; a mellow warmth from the rush of adrenaline seeps away, you feel a still calm kiss at your forehead.
Bakugo comes back, standing by the foot of the bed. In his hand, he has a damp towel and a regular towel, a gray t-shirt, and an unopened water bottle. You don't budge until Kirishima nudges you. You retract a bit, your gaze moving to the blonde male standing in front of you. A still face that wore a calm look to it.
"Let me clean you," Bakugo says as he puts the T-shirt aside. He gently hands the water bottle to Kirishima. The redhead turns to you and softly asks.
You don't say a word, but in that instant, you gave him a quick peck on his cheek. That causes the red-headed male to let out a slight smirk of endearment.
Placing your palms firmly on the covered sheet, you pull yourself up from your resting position.
Taking the water bottle from Kiri, you unscrew the cap and rehydrate yourself; a cool sigh leaves your nose as you finish your last gulp. Pulling back the water bottle from your lips, you notice Bakugo patting down and cleaning you up. Once he finishes, he fixes his posture and asks.
He says nothing and inspects you, looking for any spot he missed cleaning.
Bakugo then gives you the other clean towel; you take it to wipe off the remaining sweat from your forehead, and as you do, you catch a small smile from Bakugo, content and relieved.
"Huh?" He catches in surprise.
A pink tint appears on his cheeks. His expression scrambles as he looks away from you.
"I-l... wasn't." Bakugo says, looking away.
"Hahaha, you totally were Kats." Kirishima chirps in.
Bakugo's flushed face recoils into an annoyed expression, one that you feel you've seen way too many times before, besides the fact that this was the only night you met them.
"Shut up dumbass." Bakugo mutters under his gruff tone.
His body shifts back to face you. He then hands you the gray T-shirt.
"Put this on." His slight frown melts when he sees you. You only look at him and give him a nod.
After a while, you don't quite remember what happened then.
You were withdrawing from alcohol and sex, and all you needed was some sleep. Right before Bakugo and Kirishima could lay you down, they put clean towels over the soaked sheets you stained. You were already dozing off into slumber, both Bakugo and Kirishima noticed, and they laid you down and tucked you into bed. After that, you didn't quite remember much after you were nestled in their bedsheets. Your head lying on soft pillows, you slowly fall asleep, not really caring what is occurring around you.
You slip into a slumbering state, unaware of their momentary absence.
You were awoken by a slight shift on the bed. Your mind renders back enough that you were lucid enough not to open your eyes but to feel your surroundings. Two broad and heavy figures dip down on the mattress, getting under the sheets, nestling beside you.
You felt a figure lean into your back while another walls you in.
Both men were spooning you between them, and after that, you didn't remember what your last thought was.
The last thing left behind before your deep slumber was a satisfied smile.
This was the biggest "fuck you" to your parents, even though you were already so accomplished and you live by your own personal volition, but still, your parents are still conservative. They would shake their heads in disapproval, but right now, they seemed like the most irrelevant people in this situation.
You achieved your mission tonight with twice the impact.
You understand that this was a brief encounter, which came from an inconvenience you didn't ask for, but coming out of it was connection with two fucking hot men, even if it was short for one night. Ending it with sex, doubled.
You lean back to the figure lying by your right, and an arm wraps around you, firmly squeezing you gently.
Definitely, you fucked up real good.
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