And Then There Were Three | k. bakugou x reader x e. kirishima
Summary: After a shitty hookup gone wrong, youâre telling your best friends, Kirishima and Bakugou, about how awful it was and they donât take too kindly to finding out how poorly your date treated you. In fact, they decide to take matters into their own hands, and show you how you deserve to be treated.
Pairing: KiriBaku x fem!reader
Warning(s): 18+ nsfw content, mature language, aged up chars, mature language, etc.
Notes:Â What was once a short and sweet oneshot turned into whatever this long ass, extremely self indulgent shit is, and Iâm not even mad about it. Itâs absolutely filthy tho... Anyways! everyone in this fic is of age (and you should be too, if youâre reading this ;)). Please mind the 18+ warning, and respect it! This post is not for minors! Otherwise, enjoy, and let me know what you think! I love hearing from you guys <3
You had told them not to come.
But, nonetheless, after Kirishima heard your voice over the phone - revealing how irritated, and admittedly, sad and embarrassed you were - he and Bakugou were on their way, with your favorite snacks and drinks.Â
Now, you were sat on your kitchen counter in an old t-shirt, three times too big, feeling forever grateful for your best friends. Kirishima stood between your legs, gently wiping off your makeup for you, like heâd learned to do after rare nights out, when youâd had a drink too many. Bakugou poured you both a drink, setting it beside you.
âThanks, Kats.â
He grunts in reply, raising a brow at your shirt. âWasnât this Kiriâs?â
You blush, averting your eyes from them both. âI dunno... I just found it. Do you... want it back?â
Kirishima shook his head, smiling. âNah. Keep it.â
With your eyes elsewhere, you missed the silent exchange between the two boys, who clearly thought the shirt looked better on you, anyway. It was quiet for a moment, and you hoped your blush wasnât as noticeable as it felt.Â
âThere you go,â Kirishima booped your nose, smiling widely and laughing when you scrunched up your nose at him.
âThanks, Kiri.â
ââCourse!â He replied, tucking a piece of hair behind you ear.
And, there you go, blushing again! But, how could you not? Bakugou and Kirishima had been your best friends for years - the three of you were practically inseparable - but youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought of them in that way. Both men were unfairly attractive, built like fucking greek gods, and incredibly caring, in their own ways. Besides, they were always by your side, making it impossible not to notice them. And worst (or perhaps, best) of all? They were terrifyingly overprotective of the ones they loved (thatâs you). Â
Of course, it was painfully obvious (at least, to you) that the two idiots were in love with each other. It was impressive that neither of them had realized it yet, but to you, it was clear as day. And it made sense, too. They balanced each other out perfectly, knew each other like the backs of their own hands, and not to mention, they looked great together.Â
And, that was the problem, really. Because even if you could have a chance with one of them, you were selfish. You wanted both of them. It wasnât just sex appeal, though you couldnât deny that was very much so a contributing factor. You loved them, wholeheartedly. Wanted to wake up next to them, wanted to kiss them goodnight before you fell asleep. You wanted it all, with both of them.Â
And that could never happen.
âHey, dumbass,â Bakugou nudged your shoulder, and you look over, startled. He sounded annoyed, but the concern in his eyes gave him away.Â
Unlike Bakugou, Kirishima doesnât bother to hide his concern, âWhereâd you go, hm?â
If possible, your blush deepens. âJust thinking. Sorry.â
Kirishima presses his lips into a thin line, brow furrowing together, an easy giveaway that he was worrying.
âTch,â Bakugou scoffs, rolling his eyes at you. âDonât apologize, idiot. You gonna tell us what happened, or what?â
âBakugou!â Kirishima scolds, smacking his arm. He turns his gaze back to you, âYou donât have to tell us, if you donât want to.â
Bakugouâs eyes narrowed dangerously, âWhatever. I still wanna know who this asshole is. Iâll make âem regret ever even thinking of hurting you.â
You sigh, looking over at the blonde. âCâmon, Baku,.â He huffs lightly at the nickname, âIâm fine, okay? Itâs really not important.âÂ
âLike hell it ainât.â He grumbles, turning away.Â
You frowned, pouting a little because you felt he was upset with you.Â
âHey, none of that,â Kirishima pinched your cheek, drawing a smile out of you. Kiri never let you be upset long, making it his personal mission to always keep you smiling. Another one of the reasons you were head over heals for him...
âItâs just... I dunno, didnât seem like the guy really cared to put in any effort to get to know me, or make sure I was having a good time? Maybe Iâm being too sensitive about it. It was just a couple dates. Whatever, right?â You laugh, suddenly, âReally, itâs not a huge loss, cause the sex was terrible!â
Both boys froze, looking at you with wide eyes and parted lips.
You blanched, wondering if youâd overshared. âSorry...â
Bakugou was the first to speak. âYou slept with that asshole?â He scoffed, arms crossed over his chest, âThat extra didnât deserve you.â
You shrugged, âI mean, yeah. Seemed like he wanted to, and weâd been on a few dates, so...â
Kirishimaâs eyes shot to yours, and you were shocked at the anger in them. Kiri was never angry. âHe didnât force you into anything, did he?â
âIâll kill him-âÂ
âNo! No, no, I... He didnât force me.â You assured them, waving your hands. âPromise! It was just... Just bad sex, and a couple bad dates. Thatâs all.â
Kiri ran a hand down his face, sighing, âOkay. If youâre sure...â He pressed his lips together, like he was considering something, before asking, âHe at least took care of you, right?â
âW-What?â You stuttered, sure your face was redder than Kirishimaâs hair.
Bakugou stepped closer, frowning. âHeâs asking if you got off, dumbass.â
âBakugou!â You shouted, slapping his arm. He raised a brow, waiting for an answer. âYou guys are so embarrassing!âÂ
You looked to Kirishima, hoping heâd agree with you, but he seemed to be waiting for your reply as well.Â
You buried your face in your hands, voice muffled, â....No. I didnât.â
Kirishima reaches forward, pulling your hands away from your face, big hands circling around your wrists. âWhatâd you say, sweetheart? Couldnât hear ya.â
Your blush deepened, and you refused to meet his eyes.Â
âWell?â Bakugou pressed, smirking, âYou know, you really shouldnât mumble. Itâs rude.â
You huff out a sigh, squeezing your eyes shut. âNo. I didnât.â
Kirishima frowned, and Bakugou laughed sharply.
âMaybe we outta teach the piece of shit some manners, after all, huh?â Bakugou says, shaking his head.Â
To your surprise, Kirishima agrees, âYeah. Sorry fucking excuse of a man... Iâd never leave someone unsatisfied, âspecially not someone as special as you.â
âBastardâs lucky you even looked in his direction.â Bakugou mutters.
You blink, looking between the two, âWhat the fuck are the two of you talking about?â You voice doesnât go above a whisper. You clear your throat, looking up to meet Kirishimaâs eyes. âKiri, please, donât go after him. Heâs just some asshole, he doesnât matter. I donât want the two of you-â
âWhat, you donât think we could take him?â Bakugou asks cockily, moving in closer so heâs standing just behind Kiri, looking over his shoulder.Â
âI didnât say that!â You defend, looking back down. âJust donât go, okay?â
âAs much as Iâd love to... we wonât. That would mean leaving you here, alone, and thatâs not happening.â Kirishima says.
You snort, raising a brow at him. âI think Iâm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, on my own, Kiri.â
âWhatever you say, sweetheart.â Bakugou says, sarcasm dripping from his voice.Â
âOf course you are.â Kirishima leans forward to kiss the top of your head. âDoesnât mean weâll let you lift a finger, though.â
âAlright, thatâs it,â You say, leaning back and looking at the two in front of you. âWhatâs gotten into you two?â
The two boys share a look, one that you donât understand.Â
âWell?â You say, impatiently, âThe two of you have been acting weird all night, whatâs u-â
Before you can finish your sentence, Bakugou has swooped in and captured your lips with his own. You gasp in surprise, leaning away from him, but you canât go far - Kirishimaâs hands are still wrapped around your wrists, keeping you there with barely any effort.Â
âYou talk too much when youâre nervous.â Bakugou says, leaning in closer again, but he doesnât kiss you this time. Heâs waiting for you to say something.
You look up at him, eyes wide, then look over at Kirishima, who watches the two of you carefully. One of Bakugouâs hands comes up to grip your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into the exposed skin.Â
Kirishima lets go of your wrists, leaning in to whisper in your ear, âNow youâre thinking too much. Whatâs going on in that pretty little head, hm?â
He twirls a piece of your hair around his finger, before carefully tucking it back behind your ear, and youâre painfully aware of both of their eyes on you as they wait for you to reply.Â
âI- Whatâs happening right now?â You ask, mouth feeling dry.Â
âIsnât it obvious?â Bakugou grunts out, nose nudging at the underside of your jaw, like something straight out of one of your dreams. Itâs distracting, you canât think straight, canât find the words to say.Â
You frown, bottom lip sticking out in a small pout.
Kirishimaâs hand cups your jaw, and your eyes shoot to him. Your heart is beating heavy in your chest. âWe want you.â He says, softly.
Did you hear him right? That couldnât be...Â
âBut-â
Suddenly Bakugou is pulling away, yanking Kirishima into a kiss, right in front of you. Your eyes widen, watching the two kiss passionately, neither of their hands ever leaving you.
This had to be a dream. Thatâs it, right? Another stupid, cruel dream, reminding you of what you can never have. Because thereâs no way Bakugou just kissed you, thereâs no way theyâre kissing each other in front of you, thereâs no way Kirishima said that... right?
The boys pull away from each other, eyes half lidded and panting.Â
âYou get it now?â Bakugouâs not looking, but heâs asking you, hand tightening its grip on your thigh enough for a small, almost unnoticeable whimper to fall past your lips. He turns to you, one brow raised, and smirks, âI think she likes watching us, Kiri.â
Kirishima, always a man with a gentler approach, gives you a soft smile. âCan I kiss you?â He asks.
âI donât understand-â
âYouâre overthinking it.â He says softly, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip, âDo you want me to kiss you?â
You swallow hard, breathing out a âyesâ. Itâs so quiet you almost think he hasnât heard you, but then his lips are on yours, and all the nagging thoughts floating through your head disappear.Â
Kirishimaâs kiss starts sweet, his lips soft against your own. Slowly it turns rougher, his teeth barely nipping at your bottom lip and tongue coming behind it to soothe the mark. His kiss is dizzying, and itâs all you can do not to become lost in it. Within seconds, he has you in the palm of his hand (as if he didnât already). One of their hands is trailing up your arm, slowly, fingertips ghosting across your skin and making you shiver. Kirishima reaches forward and tugs you closer.
âIs this okay?â He asks against your lips, breathless.Â
You try to kiss him again, pouting when he pulls out of your reach.Â
âGotta use your words, baby,â He says, voice soft but stern.Â
You blink at him, thighs clenching together at his words. Itâs hard to think, hard to do anything but want.
âY/n? I asked you a question.â His grip tightens enough to shock you out of your daze.
âYes!â You rush out, desperate for him to kiss you again, âYes, thi- this is more than okay! Please!â
Bakugou, who youâd almost forgotten about for a moment, chuckles lowly right beside your ear. He pushes your hair out of the way, placing kisses along your jaw. âSomeoneâs eager.â He whispers, cocky as always.Â
Kirishima places a quick, soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, âWhy donât we take this somewhere more comfortable?â
You nod, expecting him to move so you can hop down from the counter. Instead, Kirishima picks you up, hands gripping under your thighs. You yelp in surprise, clinging on to him tightly.Â
âKiri!â
âDonât worry, baby,â He laughs, âMânot gonna drop ya.â
You hear Bakugou take the lead, opening your bedroom door, and by the time Kirishima drops you onto the bed, Bakugou is standing above you shirtless. You feel yourself blush, looking up at him shyly.Â
Youâd seen Bakugou and Kirishima shirtless before - but never like this.Â
Bakugou places his hand under your chin, tilting it up to him. âAw, câmon, princess. Donât be shy.â
You bite your lip, eyes traveling over his chest, down his toned stomach, and stopping at the obvious bulge in his jeans. Your eyes shoot back up to find him watching you smugly.Â
âBakugou?â Your voice is small.Â
âNuh uh,â He tsks, leaning down to where you lay, caging you in. Heâs so close you can feel his warm breath fan across your cheek. âCall me Katsuki, princess. Unless you wanna call me something else?â
Your blush deepens, and you hear Kirishima laugh lightly from behind you.Â
âKatsuki?â You try again.Â
âHm?â
You reach for him, one hand grabbing onto his bicep, and try to tug him closer. âKiss me again?â You mumble.Â
He doesnât budge, no matter how much you try to pull him closer. âWhat was that? Youâll have to speak up, baby.â He teases.Â
âDonât be mean, Katsuki!â You say, pushing lightly against his chest.Â
âAsk me again,â He tells you, voice low and gravely, âAnd say please.â
You glare at him for a moment, embarrassed, but he doesnât give up, just watches you expectantly.Â
Finally, you give in, too desperate to care about being embarrassed. âKiss me, please, Katsuki.â
âAtta girl,â He growls, and then his lips are on yours in a bruising kiss.Â
Unlike Kirishima, Bakugou doesnât start slow. His kiss is passionate, and hard, enough to make your legs tremble. He bites your bottom lip hard enough to make you gasp, sliding his tongue against yours, and grinds his hips against your parted legs. You let out a low moan, hands sliding down his chest.Â
Suddenly Bakugou pulls away with a growl, and you whine, looking up to realize Kirishima had pulled him up by his hair. The redhead pulls him into another kiss, above you, and itâs arguably the hottest thing youâve ever seen. Your arousal builds between your legs, making you squirm, desperate for some sort of friction.Â
âI love it when you act like youâre in control, pretty boy,â You think you hear Kirishima mumble against Bakugouâs lips, and a soft moan escapes your parted lips.
Now that was unexpected.
The boys look down at you, rubbing your thighs together, brows furrowed in frustration.Â
âYou need to learn a little patience, baby.â Kirishima says.Â
You look up at him, whimpering out a desperate, âPlease!â
Kirishima kisses Bakugou again, soft and sweet, talking to him like you arenât even there, âI think we should get those clothes off, donât you?â
âCouldnât agree more,â Bakugou mumbles, kissing his jaw before turning his attention back to you.Â
Without saying a word, he pulls you into a sitting position, one hand on the small of your back holding you steady, and the other sliding under your shirt. Bakugou buries his face in your neck, leaving opened mouth kisses there and nipping lightly with his teeth, and his calloused fingertips trail across your stomach. You lean into his touch, hoping heâll give in and give you what you want, but he never did. Instead, he takes his time leaving marks on your neck, leaving you a whimpering mess in his hands.Â
He laughs darkly, smug, âIâve hardly even touched you, princess. You really that desperate for me?âÂ
âPlease, Katsuki!âÂ
âPlease what?â He muses, pulling away to lift your shirt over your head and throwing it to the side.
âTouch me,â You plead, arms returning to their spot around his neck, clinging to him.Â
âI am touching you.â
âYou know what I mean- Ow!â Bakugou pinches your thigh, eyes narrowed.
âCareful, sweetheart. Thatâs not how you get what you want.âÂ
You look at him, eyes wide and breathing heavy, wishing that didnât turn you on as much as it did. It shouldnât, but oh, it did.
âYou gonna ask again, princess?â He challenges.
âPlease touch me...?â You try, treading carefully.Â
The corner of his mouth turns up in a grin, âWhere?â He asks, big hand rubbing up your thigh, just barely brushing the edge of your underwear. âHere?â
Your fingers dig into the blanket below you, âPlease, Katsuki!â You beg.
Finally, with the slightest of pressure, Bakugou runs a finger across your clothed sex, making you gasp. He smirks down at you, pushing your panties to the side and drinking in the sight of you hungrily.Â
âYouâre doing so good for us, baby,â Kirishimaâs voice startles you, and you turn to see heâs stripped down to just his underwear.Â
âEiji,â You whimper out, reaching for him.Â
He smiles at you, practically cooing at you, âI know, baby, I know. But you have to be patient, remember? You can do that for us, right?â
âMhm,â You nod, excitedly, wanting to please him.Â
Bakugou hooks his fingers into your underwear, pulling them slowly down your legs, pressing light kisses on your hips and thighs. He comes back up, grabbing both of your hands and pulling you towards him.Â
âWhy donât you help Eijirou finish undressing, hm?â He asks, though itâs really more of a command, and he guides you to the floor, on your knees.Â
Bakugou squats down beside you, peppering kisses across your shoulder blades as you reach for Kirishima. You look up at him with wide eyes, gently palming at his erection through his briefs. You slowly pull his underwear down, eyes widening at the sight of him.Â
Even in your wildest dreams - and trust, there had been many - you had never imagined Kirishima would be this big.Â
âHeâs pretty isnât he, y/n?â Bakugou says, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His hand reaches out to grab your own, pulling it back to his mouth and licking a lewd, wet stripe up your palm. Your stomach tightens as you watch him, and he winks at you.Â
You let Bakugouâs hand guide yours to Kirishima, both of your hands wrapping around his cock. Kirishimaâs face is surprisingly stoic through this, leaving you to admire his incredible self control, but you know heâs enjoying himself - you can feel his cock throbbing in your small hand.
Bakugou pulls his hand away, gathering all of your hair into his hands and tugging lightly, âThink you can take his cock in your mouth, pretty girl?âÂ
Your face flushes in embarrassment, and quite frankly, you arenât sure if you can... Kiriâs huge. But you nod anyway, because you want to.Â
âWanna make you feel good,â You mumble up to Kirishima, groaning as Bakugou tugs on your hair again.Â
Bakugou pushes you forward, his hold firm but surprisingly gentle. He watches you with lust-filled eyes, his own erection straining against his boxers.Â
âOpen your mouth, princess,â He orders, voice hoarse. You do as youâre told, sticking your tongue out, and both boys groan at the sight.Â
âSo pretty,â Kirishima praises.
With Bakugouâs hand firmly knotted in your hair, guiding your every move, you slowly lick up the underside of Kirishimaâs cock, swirling your tongue around his tip. Kirishima lets out a low moan, head tilted back slightly but eyes still on you. Bakugou puts pressure on the back of your head, edging you closer and closer. You open your mouth wider, but as Kiri slides himself past your lips, your jaw still aches with the stretch.Â
âFuck,â Bakugou breathes out, red eyes wide and cheeks dusted pink. âLook at you.â
After a moment, Bakugou seems to come to his senses, and takes control of your movements again. You hollow out your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down on Kirishimaâs cock. Slowly, Bakugou forces you to take him deeper with every stroke, and even though youâve only taken about half of him into your mouth, heâs already hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Drool is starting to run down your chin, and in an incredibly humiliating way, itâs exciting. You feel yourself growing wetter between your thighs, begging to be touched.
âYou gonna take him down your throat, princess?â Bakugou growls in your ear, pushing you forward again and you gag, whimpering around him. âI know you can, baby...âÂ
And you do, gagging, spit dripping off your chin and tears welling in your eyes. Kirishima moans, louder than before, hips bucking forward slightly.Â
âSuch a good girl, fuck,â He groans, reaching down to wipe a tear from your cheek gently. âSo fucking good for us.â
You glow at the praise, stomach flipping.
âBreathe through your nose,â Bakugou reminds you, one of his hands coming up to lay lightly against your throat, feeling the impression of Kirishimaâs cock.Â
âSo good, baby,â Kirishima grunts out, âYouâre gonna make me cum.â
You feel more tears escape from the corner of your eye as you take short, quick breaths through your nose.Â
Bakugou tugs your hair slightly harder, leaning in so close you can feel his lips moving against your ear, âYou better not waste a drop.â He growls, and you whimper as Kirishima swears above you, cumming down your throat.
You do your best to swallow it all, but some still manages to dribble out of the corner of your mouth. Bakugou, looking dazed, reaches up and gently collected the drop with his thumb, lifting it to his mouth to taste.Â
Finally, Kirishima pulls out, and you gasp for breath, hunching over slightly.Â
Bakugou lets you recover for a moment, before pulling you up into a needy, passionate kiss. You want to complain, about the spit smearing between your lips, but Bakugou doesnât seem to mind.Â
âGet her back on the bed, Kats.â Kirishima says, and you both do as he tells you without question.Â
Bakugou lifts you in his arms easily, laying you back on the bed, and before youâre even completely laid back, youâre begging.
âPlease,â You whine, âPlease, please, I need-â
âShhh,â Kirishima hushes you, climbing onto the bed beside you, âI know, baby, weâre gonna take care of you.â
âEiji,â You whimper, and Kirishima leans down to kiss you.
Kirishima trails kisses down your chest, and stomach, taking his time to leave a hickey on your hipbone. Your hips buck up, eyes screwed shut as you silently beg for more. Kirishima trails his fingertips up the soft flesh of your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in his wake. When he finally touches you, thick fingers spreading your wetness and circling your clit at an agonizingly slow pace, you moan embarrassingly loud.Â
Bakugou leans down beside you, pressing his lips to your neck and you can feel the smirk on his lips.Â
You reach out, looking for something - anything - to hold on to. Your hand wraps around Kirishimaâs wrist, and his movements cease. You whine, high and desperate, and humiliating.
âKeep your hands to yourself, baby.â He says, soft but stern.Â
You frown, âBut-â
Kirishima pulls his hand away completely, eyes turning dark. âBe a good girl for us, and listen.â He says, voice dropping to a low growl.
You let out a gasp, eyes fluttering as you nod. âMâsorry.â You whimper out.Â
He hums, leaning down to kiss you again, hand dipping back between your thighs. His kiss is dizzying, has you seeing stars, and you donât even have the mind to care that your hips are desperately humping up into his hand. Kirishima slips two fingers inside you, thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit. He pulls away to watch your face as he curls his fingers, pressure building in your core.Â
âPlease,â Your voice comes out high pitched and breathy. âMâ gonna-â
âCum for me, y/n.â He tells you, more of a command than anything.
Your first orgasm rips through you, leaves you panting.Â
âGood girl,â Kirishima coos, one hand stroking your hair, âSo good, y/n, more perfect than I couldâve imagined.â
You keen at the praise, leaning into his hand, and he gives you another quick, soft kiss. âKatsukiâs gonna take care of you now, okay?â
You turn your head to the side, where Bakugou is smirking down at you, one hand lazily stroking his cock. His red eyes are hungry, scouring your body like youâre his next meal, and you feel your heartbeat quicken in your chest. Kirishima comes up behind him, placing his hands on his shoulders and squeezing as he kisses up his neck, before whispering in his ear. You canât hear whatâs said, but you donât miss the way Bakugou gasps, lips parted, eyes going slightly wide for a moment. Thereâs a soft blush on his cheeks, and Kiri nips the shell of his ear with his teeth. Then, as if nothing happened, Bakugouâs smug grin is back, eyes narrowed as he makes his way towards you.Â
ââSuki,â You gasp, squirming in anticipation.Â
He reaches down, grabbing your hips and tugging you closer to him. His hands squeeze your hips with bruising strength, and youâre embarrassed by how much you like the roughness. Bakugou rubs his length up and down your slit, groaning.
âYouâre drenched,â He mutters, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before he returns his gaze to you, âKiri took good care of you, huh, princess?â
âMhm!â You hum, nodding your head eagerly. âS-So good.âÂ
Bakugou groans, pressing the tip of his cock inside of you, the both of you letting out a moan. Kirishima groans lowly from where he sits against the headboard of your bed, slowly fisting his cock and watching the two of you hungrily.Â
âLook at the both of you,â He says, âSo good for me.âÂ
To your surprise, itâs Bakugou who whimpers at the praise, bucking forward and fully sheathing himself inside you. You cry out, eyes shut tightly and back arching up off the bed.Â
âKat!âÂ
He grunts in response, fist clenching the sheets beside your head, and buries his head in your neck. You can feel his warm breath against your neck, can feel him inside you, and you feel yourself reach for him.Â
âHands, baby,â Kirishima reminds you, gently, and you whine.Â
Bakugou pulls back, face flushed pink, and he gathers you wrists in his hand, pinning your arms above your head.
âPlease, âSuki, please! Need you!â
Bakugou looks up, almost like heâs asking for permission.
âGo ahead, baby.â Kirishima says, and without a second thought, Bakugou begins thrusting into you at a bruising pace.Â
Everything else floats away, and all you can focus on is Bakugou fucking into you roughly, the pressure of his hands around your wrists, the intoxicating moans falling from between both mens lips. You feel your second orgasm building quicker than you thought possible, tears welling in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure.Â
âPlease, please, please,â You whimper out, again and again, incapable of saying anything else.Â
âYâfeel so good, princess, fuck,â Bakugou grunts, one hand coming down to rub your clit.Â
Your mouth opens wide in a silent scream, breath caught in your throat.Â
âWhatâs that, baby?â Kirishima is teasing you, now, chuckling darkly. âWhatâs wrong, huh? Canât get any words out? Katsâ fucked you dumb already?â
You try to say something, anything, to prove him wrong, but all you manage to do is cry out, tears welling in your eyes as you whine.Â
âAw,â Kirishima coos, his normally kind voice mocking, and mean. âLook at you, baby.âÂ
He grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him, smiling down at you, âSo pathetic. How can we give you what you want, if you donât use your words, sweetheart?â
You feel the first of your tears fall, utterly humiliated by how much his mocking turned you on.Â
âPlease,â You get out, in a broken whisper, bottom lip stuck out in a pout.
Kirishima groans, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip before ducking down to kiss you. âOkay, baby, alright.â He mutters, kissing you again. âWe gotcha.â
He pulls away, and you try to reach for him but with Bakugou still holding you down you donât budge.Â
Kirishima runs a hand over Bakugouâs abs, up his chest, placing soft kisses along his jaw. âYouâre doing good, baby. Make her cum, yeah?âÂ
Bakugou nods, brows furrowed together and lips parted as he pants.
You desperately try to lift your hips, to meet his thrusts, muttering pleas that sound like gibberish.Â
Kirishima reaches down to where your bodies meet, replacing Bakugouâs hands, rubbing slow circles around your clit.Â
âGo on, y/n,â He coaxes you, licking his lips. âBe a good girl and cum again. Youâre our good girl, arenât you?â
âYes!â You cry out, tears coming down heavier now.
You were so sensitive, so desperate, all you wanted was to be good for them.Â
âCâmon, princess,â Bakugou grunts out, grip tightening on your wrists, âCum for us.â
And seconds later, you do, your final orgasm crashing over you in an overwhelming tidal wave of pleasure. It knocks the breath out of you, legs twitching as Bakugou fucks you through it.Â
âThatâs it,â He says, hips stuttering as he gets close, âGood fucking girl, fuck-â
Bakugou hunches over, burying his face in your neck as he finishes, letting out surprisingly soft moans, his warm breath fanning over your neck. He lets go of your wrists, using one hand to prop him up, and the other finds its way to your hair, fingers gently rubbing your scalp as he catches his breath.
The bed shifts as Kirishima gets up, squeezing Bakugouâs shoulder tightly before he heads towards the bedroom door.Â
âKiri!â You gasp, not wanting him to leave.
âShh,â Bakugou kisses the underside of your jaw softly, âHeâll be right back.â
A few minutes later, Kirishima returns with two glasses of water, and a warm washcloth to clean the two of you up. Heâs put his boxers back on, but remains shirtless, and you take notice of the hickeyâs lining his neck and collar bone.Â
You can only imagine what you must look like, then, if he came away with that many marks. You chuckle at the thought, as Kirishima lifts you gently into his lap.Â
âWhatâs so funny, hm?â He asks, watching you fondly.Â
Bakugou makes his way back to the bed, having gotten up to get dressed after Kirishima helped him clean up, and he throws you a t-shirt. Itâs one of theirs, much too big for you, and you tug it over your head happily before cuddling back into Kirishima.
With you back turned, you miss the way their eyeâs meet, Bakugouâs lips curling up into a rare, soft smile. He joins the two of you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you both and resting his chin on your shoulder.Â
âSo,â You say, slowly starting to come back to your senses, âWhat was that all about?â
Bakugou snorts, rolling his eyes at how Kirishima blushes. âWhat do you think, idiot?â
You giggle as he pinches your side, teasing you.Â
âI just mean,â You look up at Kirishima, blinking sleepily, âWas this... Was this a one time thing?â
Kirishima swallows hard, cheeks flushing even more as his eyes dart to Bakugou, then back to you, âDo you... want it to be a one time thing?â
Itâs your turn to flush in embarrassment, shrugging as you look down.
âHey,â Bakugou nudges you, âHe asked you a question, y/n.â
âI...â You trailed off, not sure what to really say. You liked them, a lot, and you liked this too, but... you didnât want to get your hopes up.
âWhat is it, y/n?â Kiri asked softly, watching you carefully.Â
You took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. âI liked this. A lot.âÂ
He smiled, humming, âWe did, too, baby. Weâve wanted this for... for a long time.âÂ
âBut,â You said, slowly, âI really like you. Both of you. And if this is just... sex...â
âIt doesnât have to be,â Bakugou says, and your brows raise.
âBut I thought you two...â
âWhat?â Kirishima asks, cocking his head to the side in confusion.
âI mean, donât you... arenât you together?â
Kirishima tenses slightly, and you feel Bakugou nod against your shoulder. âYeah. We are.â
You frown slightly, âWhy didnât you... why didnât you tell me?â
âHey, donât pout, princess.â Bakugou mutters, âWe were planning on it, we just-â
âWe were waiting.â Kirishima says, âBecause we wanted to ask you. If youâd... be with us, too.â
âSmooth, Eiji.â Bakugou mutters.
Your mouth falls open, âYou mean-â
âYeah,â Kirishima says, âWe like you, too. Have for a while.â
You canât fight the grin that crawls onto your face, and you lunge forward to pull Kirishima into a tighter hug. Bakugou groans at the movement, watching the two of you sleepily.Â
âYeah, yeah,â He grumbles, grabbing you and pulling you down with him as he lays back on your bed, âCan we talk about this in the morning?â
You giggle, his arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you tightly to his chest.Â
Kirishima smiles down at you, âHe gets clingly when heâs tired.â
âOi, shut it! I do not.â Bakugou mutters, âNow lay down, Shitty Hair, itâs time to sleep.â
âYes, sir.â Kirishima says, jokingly saluting him. Bakugou scoffs, reaching out to pull him down, too.Â
Kirishima snuggles in close to the two of you, not much room left on your bed that was normally meant for one person. But you didnât mind too much.Â
Kiri reaches over to kiss the both of you, before settling in and sandwiching you between the two men.Â
Itâs quiet for a moment, as you listen to the two breathe.
âMina oweâs me ten bucks.â You mutter, quietly.Â
âMm? Whyâs that?â Kirishima mumbles into your hair.
You grin wickedly, snickering, âYour dick is huge, Ei.â
Bakugou, who you had thought was asleep, burst into laughter as Kirishima stumbles for a response.Â
âWha- You guys bet on... on that?!â
âYou canât blame me for being curious!â
âY/n!â
And laying there, laughing with the two men you love, you wonder why you ever even went on a stupid date with that other extra in the first place.Â
You canât wait to tell Mina about this, though. Sheâll never believe it.




















