Come chill

“I told you not to talk to me at school!” you hollered, brows furrowed and cheeks puffing in irritation. “calm down, no one saw us.” gojo replied with a calm and mellow tone, turning the lock of the door behind him in case someone tries to come in. “what do you mean ‘no one’’!? you dragged me away while I was talking to a teacher!” you barked, terribly incensed. 

“stop yelling. someone will seriously come here.” he places his index finger against his lip, gesturing for you to lower your voice. you let out a deep sigh before crossing your arms together against your chest “what do you want, gojo?” you rub your temples to try and ease the headache he was giving you. a top student like you should never be seen associated with — let alone dating — a delinquent like gojo.

“don't call me that,” he frowns, “that's your name. what am I supposed to call you–” he cuts your sentence off with a grumble “satoru! you only call me satoru when we're outside school!” he continues his overdramatic whines, “because I don't want anyone thinking we're friends or anything.” you blurted, his expression drops and the atmosphere felt somewhat chilly. you avoided eye contact because one glance at his cerulean eyes will make you fold. 

“right. I get it.” he leans against a stack of old large boxes, his voice laced with a slight melancholy, a sad expression evident on his pretty face. you could tell by the unconscious tugging of the corner of his lips down. you've talked about this before, he's well aware of your differences in terms of social status and reputation at school. gojo’s friends with bad guys — not necessarily bad, just influential rebels. you're afraid that the way people look at you would change once they find out you're dating a guy like him. way different from you. 

he was pensive. you sigh once again and approach him, grabbing both his hands and placing them around your waist. “I'm sorry.” you wrap your arms around his lanky stature, laying your head on his chest, hearing his soft heartbeats. “s’okay. I know you're embarrassed to be seen with me–” 

“c’mon.” you pulled away from the hug and stared at him with a pout “It's not like that.” you added. “don't lie. it's fine, I promise.” he rests his huge and skinny hands on your hips “I'm not embarrassed.” you retort “then what?” he asked. you could see in the shine of his eyes that he was hoping for an answer — assurance that you really aren't embarrassed. 

somehow, you couldn't find the right words to answer his question. your lips part open but no words were coming out, the more you stared into his eyes, the larger the lump in your throat gets. “see?” he sighs and looks down like he was about to cry “I don't like the mean rumors surrounding you.” you started, “I know they aren't true. but I can't prove it to everyone.” 

“I don't wanna be a part of those rumors. people have high expectations of me,” you tried to explain in the nicest way possible.

“then break up with me already.” he insinuated, and his mood dropped. he was happy to see you but having a conversation about this topic makes his heart ache. “I feel like you're only mine when it's weekends.” he mumbled, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder to hide his expression, inhaling your scent that he missed so much. the fragrance of your hair that he randomly smells when he misses you — all the time. “you're mine y/n. why can't I show everyone that a dumb thug like me is wrapped around your tiny little finger?” 

after arguing about this millions of times before, you still can't answer him. “I'm trying, toru. I really am trying to make this work.” your bottom lip quivered, you felt like crying after putting yourself in his shoes. “sorry. I know finals are coming up, I'll get outta your hair and let you focus.” he stood up straight and took his hands off of you, turning around and reaching for the lock to leave the storage room.

“toru.” you called out and he quickly looks back at you, “yeah?” 

he usually kisses you goodbye, you know he's not okay when he forgets to do that.

you hid your hands behind your back, your fingers fidgeting. “kiss me.” you whisper under your breath, “what was that? I didn't hear you.” he walks towards you, and your cheeks flush red as his footsteps neared, “can you repeat what you said–” 

you stood on your tiptoes, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform and pulling him into a kiss. his eyes widen in surprise but he gets lost in the feeling and shuts them close, his hands instinctively lands on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he leans down so you don't have to tiptoe. 

he lifts you up to carry you — your shoes falling to the ground — and you wrap your legs around his torso. walking towards the nearest wall so you can lean on it for support. he pulls away slightly to let you catch a breath as he continuously — needily kisses you. 

“we” kiss “really” kiss “need” kiss “to get back” kiss “to class.” he says breathlessly in between kisses, “this feels much better than class.” you pant and he chuckles “yeah, but I know you hate being late. lunch break ends in ten minutes.” 

“have you eaten yet?” you asked while trying to catch your breath that he has stolen from you. your hands playing with the strands of his white hair. “not yet, I wanted to use the time to see you.” he muttered shyly, his ears turning red and you smile softly “you really love me huh?”

“of course. you are my world, my universe, my–” 

“show me how much you love me, toru.” you cut his cheesy remarks off and started to unbutton your uniform, and pink formed on his cheeks, his eyes unfocused — not knowing if he should look at your face or your pastel blue bra that matches his eyes. 

“you don't have to hold back…satoru.” 

his ear twitches at the name as his mind goes blank —  filled with nothing else aside from you. he uses a finger to swiftly pull your bra down, your breasts jiggling slightly from the sudden movement. his eyes were transfixed on your hardened buds, he couldn't help but pinch them. he lowers his head to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as his other hand cupped and massaged the other one, his fingers sinking into your soft skin. the tip of his tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple before he sucks on it, creating a ‘pop’ sound once he pulls away and nibbles on it gently with his teeth. 

“toru…” you moan softly, digging your nails into his scalp. “kiss me.” you spoke and he obliges, climbing back up to you to entertain your needy lips. his tongue gently caressed yours, his saliva tasted like mint. you wrap your arms around his neck tighter, pulling him close to you as much as possible since you missed him a lot too. gojo was so dangerously attractive that he caught your attention, but the way you still smile at him after all of the trouble he has caused you made his heart melt. right there and then, he was fallen in love with you.

he drags his tongue along your neck, itching to suck or even bite down on your skin and mark you as his, but you never allowed him to do such a thing because someone might see. he always has, and always will, respect your wishes. “that tickles..” you mewled as he left trails of tiny kisses along your collarbone, “and it feels nice.” you added and he smiles against your jaw, continuing to kiss every nook and cranny of your sweet soft skin. “...can I try?” you ask and his eyes lit up, “uh huh, uh huh.” he nodded repeatedly, clearly excited. you have spent a few intimate moments with him, but all you ever did was receive. you didn’t want to disappoint him with clumsy or clueless actions, you have always been good at everything that it was embarrassing that you don’t know how to leave a simple hickey. 

he was heating up even more from anticipation as you hesitantly leaned towards his neck, your hands placed on his broad shoulders. your soft lips press against his fair skin, immediately sending shivers running down his spine. you did the same thing he always does, licking a stripe up — slowly dragging your tongue up to savor the taste. you kiss his neck before traveling up to his jaw, and that’s when you feel the urge he always feels when he kisses you in this area. “toru,” you spoke “y-yeah?” he shuddered after feeling your breath fanning against his neck “can I…leave a hickey?” 

that was the last straw for him, you were being so damn cute that his heart could burst at any moment. “of course.” he replies almost immediately, lifting you higher so you can easily reach his neck and take your time. his hands pressed against your ass, he was trying his very best to ignore the fact that his hands were centimeters away from your panties and that he was directly touching your ass cheeks under your skirt.

“the issue is…I don’t know how,” you mumbled, it was no surprise for him. he knew that he was your first everything and he didn’t mind how inexperienced you are. in fact, he’s glad that he gets to take all of your firsts, it was an honor to be able to patiently teach a pure innocent girl like you all the dirty things he knows. maybe one day, you’ll be able to show him all the things you’ve learned — including a hickey. 

“kiss my neck,” he instructed but you were too shy to do anything. “I think it’s more efficient if you show me.” you tell him and his pupils dilate “does that mean-” 

“yes, toru. you can leave a mark.” you finally consent and his whole face was flushed red, his raging boner was straining in his pants. he buries his face in your chest, cupping one of your boobs and kissing an area near your nipple. he sucks on your skin and you weaken, gojo marking you felt so good. you were a bit sad that you were missing out on this for months. “satoru..” you moan, gripping his hair as your toes curl through your socks. he pulls away, watching the reddish kiss mark on your chest form. “your turn,” he lifts his head, staring at you with hooded eyes — filled with passion and sincerity — “where do you want it?” 

“everywhere- I mean, anywhere you want.” he clears his throat, and your lips immediately latch onto his neck, sucking on his skin hard enough to leave a mark. he grips your ass tighter, his nails sinking into the fat part of it. you pull away from his neck and saw a pinkish mark, “I did it.” you smile proudly “good job.” he praises and the bell rings. “ah, can you put me down?” 

he was a bit sad that your time together ended quickly, he places you down gently. “see you later-” you kneel in front of him, unbuckling his belt “h-hey! don’t you wanna go back to class?” 

“nope.” you pull his pants down only to be greeted by a huge bulge in his underwear, a wet spot evident near his leaky tip. he sits down on an old gym bench — manspreading as usual — “toruuu, can I?” you look up at him with big sparkly eyes, if you had a tail it’d probably be wagging. “you don’t even have to ask,” he chuckles and you pull his underwear down, his cock springing right on your face, your eyes slightly widen at his length. his pinkish tip twitching and continuously leaking pre-cum, you wrap your hand around him and he sucks in a sharp breath. 

pumping slowly, feeling every prominent vein against your palm. you kiss his fat tip, using the tip of your tongue to lick his dripping slit before wrapping your lips around it, giving it a few kitten licks. your finger runs up the shaft of the underside of his cock and he huffs, “‘s sensitive there.” he mumbles under his breath, “really?” you gave him head a few times before, but you’re still getting familiar with it. you use your index finger to rub his tip, coating the head with pre-cum as you drag the tip of your tongue up on the underside of his cock. you envelop his head in your warm mouth, so girthy that it’s stretching your lips. taking him in inch by inch, he throws his head back, hips bucking towards you. he bites the inside of his cheek before sitting up, pressing his hand to the back of your head and thrusting his hips in your mouth, “mmph?!” your mouth was stuffed with his warmth, and tears pricked the corner of your eyes when his tip brushes against your uvula. “m’sorry,” he apologized breathlessly, his chest rising up and down “need you so bad.” 

he grabs a fistful of your hair, fucking your face at a steady pace. your lips were just so soft and plump, seeing them wrapped around him made him lightheaded. tears started to stream down your plush cheeks, your pussy throbbing against your damp panties. “m’close.” he warns shakily, “open wider for me, hmm?” he cups your cheek, swiping his thumb on your cheek to wipe the tears off. you look up at him through your wet lashes, you rub your thighs together tightly to try and ease the heat. the way his cock slid against your velvety tongue forced grunts from his throat, you let out choked noises — causing vibrations in your throat.

“f-fuck..m’gonna cum. can I cum? in your mouth, hmm?” he grunts and you nod in response. he explodes in your mouth with a guttural groan, his hot and thick cum coming out in spurts — going directly down your throat. your jaw was tired, he pulls out of your mouth and a string of saliva mixed with his semen connected his tip to your lips. his cock was still hard and you couldn’t handle the heat pooling in between your thighs anymore. “I want it inside me.” you rub your puffy cheeks against his cock, “please?”

he was still catching his breath, rummaging through his pockets to grab a condom. he takes the corner of the pack in between his teeth, tearing it open with his sharp canine. “here,” he hands it to you, you place it on his head before wrapping your lips around him once again, using your mouth to slide it on him. “fuck, that’s hot.” he rasped lowly. you lick your lips clean before standing up, “c’mere.” he pats his lap and you approach him, he places his large hands on your hips before tugging at your panties. you lift your skirt to your waist to show him, he hooks his fingers on the waistband and pulls them down. revealing your wet and swollen cunt. 

he swallows thickly before you sat down on his lap, he puts your panties in his pockets before putting two of his slender fingers in his mouth. coating them with his saliva before bringing them down to your puffy pussy lips, rubbing it all over your entrance. “damn..so sticky.” 

he plunges his fingers inside your cunt up to his knuckles, scissoring them inside to stretch your tight walls. “and so tight.” 

“hurryyy..” you whine, “be patient.” he kisses your sweaty forehead, thumbing at your throbbing clit. “I want it now toruuu-” he shuts you up by kissing you, tasting himself on your tongue. once he has loosened you up enough, he presses his tip against your entrance, rubbing on your slick folds. “don’t tease me and put it in- ah!” you let out a gasp, your walls hugging the tip of his cock tightly “fuck.” he hisses. 

he pushes in further slowly, your lips part open as you felt your walls stretch around his throbbing length. his tip prodding against a spongy spot deep inside you, “r-right there.” you croaked, your walls convulsing and clenching around his cock. “you’re sucking me in,” he groans, looking down and watching your puffy clit throb. your pussy juices dripping down on his white happy trail, “m’gonna move, ‘kay?” 

you nod while biting your bottom lip. his thrusts were slow and gentle, stroking you deep inside. you clawed at his back and bit down on his shoulder to suppress your uncontrollable moans. his pace doesn’t falter, he’s continuously hitting your sweet spot — abusing it. his brows furrow in concentration, letting out soft breathless moans against your ear. “j-just like that, baby.” you mewled, your lips quivering as whines spilled from them. his hot gaze never left you, watching how you felt so good on his cock.

he was pulsing inside your gummy walls, your arms trembling as your nails scrape his back. “relax, it’s so tight.” he whispers, “c-can’t..” you babbled, soft cries leaving your lips as the head of his cock kissed your cervix. your soft pussy’s flushed, he pulls out of you, and your hole gapes as it clenches around nothing. “ride me.” he commands, grabbing his cock and slapping it against your hole — wet smacks from the heavy weight of his dick filled your ears like music. 

you started to bounce on his cock like you fucking owned it. smearing your juices all over his pelvis, you held onto his broad shoulders for support while his hands are on your waist. he’s gut-deep inside you, filthy sounds of your pussy squelching filled the small storage room along with the clapping sounds of your ass against his balls.

“feels s’good, love.” he groaned through his teeth, the grip on your waist tightening. “I’m getting tired.” you hiccuped, “I got you.” his hands move down to your hips, bouncing you on his cock faster. your body jolts with each thrust he gave your tiny pretty pussy. “n-not so rough..” you sobbed and he kisses your cheek, your tears coating his lips. “you’re mine, right? this pussy too. all mine.”

he presses his hand against your back, making your back arch as his strokes got faster and heavier. “toru!” you moaned his name loudly as he purposely and repeatedly brushed against your sweet spot. he was pounding your tight cunt and you were taking it so well, sucking him in more — each time with need. “you’re gonna make me cum..” you cried out and he groans, feeling the gumminess of your walls fluttering around his cock. “cum for me baby, cum on my dick.” he gruffly moans, he's pushing his cock into your puffy little cunt deeper, trying to fill you to the brim. you brush the pearly white strands sticking to his forehead, grabbing him by the sides of his head and pulling him towards you for a kiss. your abdomen tightens as you cum, tightening around him — milking his cock. 

he soon follows after you, cumming so much that he fills the condom until it’s heavy. you lean your head weakly on his shoulder, chests rising up and down as you two came down from your high. you mustered up all your strength to stand up, legs shaking as his cock left your swollen cunt. his length coated in white and glistening in his semen, “huh..? where’s the condom?” he panicked and you looked down at your cunt, plunging your fingers deep inside you to grab the piece of rubber. “f-found it..” you panted as you pulled the heavy condom out of your glistening pussy, it was heavy and filled with an impressive amount of semen. he sighs in relief, “let’s get you cleaned up.” he pulls out his handkerchief to wipe the tears and drool off of your face.

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you made up a plausible excuse on why you were late to class, trying to ignore the uncomfortable stickiness in between your legs. when your class was dismissed, you hurriedly went outside the school and saw gojo walking towards the school gate. you ran towards him “satoru!” you called out loudly that everyone turned their heads to you, a surprised and puzzled look spreading across their faces. gojo was startled as well, thinking that he was just hearing your sweet voice again but he turns around anyways only to be attacked with a tight hug from you — your face buried in his chest. 

“y/n?! everyone’s looking!” he whisper-yells at you, “I don’t care.” you spoke in a muffled manner, your face still buried in his chest. “silly girl.” he titters before patting your head, his heart flutters at your actions, falling deeper into you. “let’s go to my place.” you hug his arm as you both walked towards the school gate, “your place?” his mind started to get clouded with dirty thoughts. “yup. and study for finals.” 

“r-right.” he clears his throat and you gave him a cute grin, your eyes darting to the hickey you gave him a few hours ago. you do plan to give him the absolutely sloppiest head of all time when you get back to your house, but first, you wanna clarify to everyone that you are being a good influence to him. 

White smoke curls up around your lips like tantalizing little vines, snaking through the air until it dissipates into the growing fog in your living room. You’re leaned in close on the couch, joint perched between your fingers and mischief mixing with the hazy look on your face.

Bakugou scoffs at you, but it’s softened by the few too many drinks you and his friends had pushed on him earlier in the night. And his ever-growing affection for you.

“Oh don’t pressure him,” Kirishima pipes up from behind the couch, big hand coming down on Bakugou’s shoulder and squeezing, “he’s the birthday boy, he can do what he wants.”

You pout up at the redhead. “That’s exactly why he should hit it.”

Normally, Bakugou would snap at you to stop fuckin’ talkin’ about him like he’s not here, something you both have become far too comfortable doing, but his sharp tongue seems to smooth out a bit when he’s alone with the two of you. Plus, he’s in a good mood. 

The day was… great, to say the least. Not too much of a fuss. Just drinks at a low-key bar nearby, and gifts that weren’t extravagant enough to make Bakugou feel awkward. And you and Kirishima had helped get him out of there before Kaminari and Mina could corral everyone into hitting up a strip club, or whatever other ridiculous shit their drunk minds could think up. Honestly, his birthday had been perfect. Not that he’d tell you both that. But he knows he doesn’t need to.

You rise up on your knees, bringing the joint to Kirishima’s lips to let him puff at it. You’re both crowded around him, Kiri’s broad chest brushing against the back of his head, and your cleavage so close to his cheek that he could turn his face and be buried in it. He watches you in his peripheral, tits bouncing lightly as you giggle when Kiri coughs and retreats towards the kitchen for water. When you lower back down into the couch, you’re giving him a knowing look, and he fights the urge to reach out and squish your cheeks in his hand.

You infuriate him, in your own awful, annoying, endearing way — you always have, ever since Kirishima first brought you into their lives. Somehow that has led him here, unimaginably comfortable splayed out on this couch in yours and Kirishima’s shared apartment – an apartment he, admittedly, spends more time in than his own.

Leaning forward over the coffee table to tap the ash off the joint, you continue your devious nagging. “You share a birthday with weed and you’ve never even tried it. It’s unnatural.”

“Weed does not have a fuckin’ birthday,” he grunts, watching your glossy lips wrap around the thin stick once more. “And Kirishima’s hair is unnatural, you don’t seem to give a shit about that.”

You press on, ignoring the quip. “Uhh weed does have a birthday. And you’re twins. Happy birthday to you both.”

Bakugou snorts, waves away the smoke that swirls up between you, “That shit’s makin’ you sound even dumber than usual.”

“Well it’s making you look less ugly than usual.”

“Ugly, huh? Guess weed turns you into a dummy and a liar.”

Chips and water bottles plop down on the coffee table, interrupting your playful squabbling as Kirishima re-enters the room.

“You don’t gotta do it if you’re scared, bro. I get it, I was super nervous when I first smoked.”

Bakugou scowls over at his friend where he’s settling in on the other side of him. “‘M not scared.”

“Then hit it,” your voice lilts in his ear, a hand coming down to rest on his thigh while the other one brings the joint closer to his face. “Please? Promise we’ll take good care of you.”

His cheeks heat up at that, the implication all too present in the sultry inflection of your voice. In the way your bodies press against either side of him. 

The unspoken suggestion isn’t entirely out of left field. The nature of your triangular relationship is… confusing. More than platonic, less than romantically committed — at least where Bakugou is concerned. But what isn’t confusing is the fact that he already knows both of your bodies intimately, and you his. (Kirishima even more so than you.) 

But he hasn’t known them both at the same time — a fact that has been looming over all three of you for months now.

Apparently you and Kiri have decided that today would be the day. A birthday present for the hot-head you’ve absorbed into your relationship. 

Or maybe you were absorbed into his and Kirishima’s? 

The details are muddled static in Bakugou’s brain, his nerves making his mind race as you both watch him expectantly.

“Bro, you really don’t have to if you don’t—“

He’s cut off by an exasperated growl. “If I hit it, will you both shut up?”

Kiri grins, and the corners of your mouth twitch up, bringing the the joint back into view.

He plucks it from your hand, grumbling that he can do it himself as he brings the papery tip to his lips. Kirishima’s good-natured warnings about not hitting it too hard fall on deaf ears as Bakugou breathes in deep… and immediately sputters a cough into the crook of his arm. You snort and take the offending stick back, Kiri opening a water bottle and handing it over with mumbles of something just a bit nicer than “I told ya so”.

When the coughing fit dies down, there’s a heaviness settled over him, like invisible weights strapped to each of his limbs. His chest burns, and his head is foggy, and Bakugou isn’t sure he really likes the feeling — but then Kiri’s thigh presses against his as he relaxes further into the couch, and you run your hand over his bicep while you ask if he’s ok, and every little touch makes his whole body tingle. And Bakugou… finally gets why people like this shit.

You giggle, and he realizes he’s said that last bit out loud. “See, feels nice, right?”

Time seems to start dragging on a bit slower as the high really settles into his bones, and he feels somehow both profoundly relaxed, and buzzing right down to his nerve-endings all at once. You continue puffing away at the joint, absentmindedly playing with Bakugou’s hair as Kiri puts something on the tv before turning and gesturing for you to pass the weed over. Shaking your head at your boyfriend, you instead beckon him towards you with a crook of your finger. A saucy little “c’mere…” reeling him in closer as you take another big drag from the joint.

The both of you lean over the blonde’s lap, faces coming together just inches in front of his. Bakugou is hyper-focused on the sliver of space between your lips — the way yours purse to blow a slow stream of milky smoke, and Kiri’s fall open to accept your gift. So close, a simple swipe of tongue could connect you. It’s an intimate exchange, thick with a sensuality that Bakugou swears is coating his throat and making it hard to swallow. 

It feels like ages before the two of you finally pull away, and his eyes follow Kirishima as he settles back on his right. Red brows raise at him curiously, chest puffing out as he inhales the smoke a bit deeper. Bakugou is staring, he knows he is. He can’t help it. His friend has always been easy on the eyes — pretty, even. Although, if he ever told him that, he knows he’d chuckle nervously and deny it. So he just stares silently, and thinks it. But Kirishima has an uncanny way of reading his thoughts, better than anyone else in his life.

And this time is no different, amusement pulling up the corners of Kiri’s mouth, boldness guiding his calloused hand to the back of the blonde’s neck as he leans in. There’s a split second of confusion, Bakugou’s mind wading through the molasses of his high to try and catch up with what’s going on, but then Kiri is blowing the smoke still in his lungs right into the space between his lips.

From you, to Kirishima, to him. A link of breaths, an unconventional chain made up of musky smoke and sighs and things unspoken. It tastes nice on Bakugou’s tongue. It doesn’t burn his chest like his first hit did. It’s been cooled in the exchange, the harsh bite of it taken away with each pass from mouth to mouth, leaving him with something light and comfortable and warm.

Bakugou wonders if he deserves that.

Kirishima’s lips brush softly against his. Silent reassurance that he does.

And then, as things tend to do when you’re high and horny, one thing simply leads to another. It’s a whirlwind of kisses and wandering hands, and then the kisses become deeper, bleeding into each other, and the hands wander further, their touch melting together. And Bakugou ends up turned around to face you with Kirishima at his back.

Your tongue in his mouth is familiar, and yet entirely new, and in this state the contrast between kissing you and his best friend becomes even more obvious. While the man behind him feels rugged against his skin, he always kisses gingerly at first, maneuvering slowly, tenderly, like he’s savoring it. Like he’s handling something delicate and skittish. 

You, on the other hand, have lips like velvet, skin supple and smooth where he cradles your face. But you suck harshly and nip at him, pull at his bottom lip with your teeth and smile devilishly when he hisses. 

Where Kirishima is hard, you’re soft – and where you’re rough, he’s gentle. 

You’re halfway onto Bakugou’s lap, straddling one of his thighs and raised up on your knees so he has to tilt his head up to you. Holding his face in your hands, you lick eagerly into his mouth, suck at his tongue when you feel it slide against yours. That pulls a soft groan from his chest, and his hips grind just a bit against your thigh, giving you a preview of his desire in the form of a poke.

One of your hands trails down the side of his neck, over the muscular slope of his chest and the firm valley of his stomach until it’s found its target on the inside of his thigh. Bakugou can’t help but moan when you press your palm into his cock where it’s currently throbbing against him, trapped uncomfortably in the leg of his jeans. 

“So hard already,” you murmur against Bakugou’s mouth as you rub your hand up and down his length. 

“He’s been hard since we started smoking,” Kiri chimes in between wet kisses to his neck.

Bakugou glares back with a lighthearted huff. “Always starin’ at my fuckin’ dick, Red.”

A low chuckle. “Yeah? Am I in trouble?”

“You fuckin’— agh!”

Kirishima bites down on his shoulder, just hard enough to make the blonde’s mouth fall open, and you seize your chance to swallow the sound.

It would be embarrassing, how well the pair of you are currently playing Bakugou like a tuned-up instrument, but the weed has his mind so fogged that all he can feel is the pleasurable heat simmering in his veins. The plushness of your skin in his palms as he runs them over your waist, and the firmness of his childhood friend’s well-built body against his back, and both of your hands and mouths all over him all at once — it’s more than he can handle. So he just lets himself lean further into Kirishima’s familiar hold and watches with heavy-lidded eyes as you pull his shirt over his head and start working his jeans down his legs.

“Gonna let us take care of you, right, birthday boy?” Your voice is a siren song in his ear, gravelly from the smoke you’d inhaled, pitched down with temptation. The snarky comment you’d usually receive in return is lost to a pleasured little nnghh when you lower yourself down and press your warm mouth to his cock through his briefs, flick your tongue out to taste the growing wet spot on the fabric. Then you’re hooking your fingers into the waistband, watching gleefully when you free the rigid length from its confines and it bobs up to hit his toned stomach with a slap. 

All the while Kirishima’s calloused hands explore, tender in their travels, ghosting over scars and squeezing lovingly at the spots that make him crazy (his waist, his pecs, the inner part of his thighs). He hooks his chin over the blonde’s shoulder and licks his lips hungrily at the sight of his cock, which is jumping in frustration as you kiss teasingly over his thighs. 

It’s flushed a heated pink at the tip and oozing dews of precum that are simply too pretty to ignore, so Kiri dips his finger in it, spreads the sticky substance around the head to make it shine before raising his hand back up and watching a thick, clear thread stretch before snapping. 

“Bein’ so good for us,” Kiri murmurs under his breath, a secret for them to share, and brings his finger to his own mouth to taste the salty arousal on it. He rubs the mix of saliva and pre over Bakugou’s nipple, rolls it between his thumb and forefinger. “Let us know if this is too much, ok?” 

And it is too much, but not in a way that’s unpleasant. So Bakugou responds with only a shuddered breath and his head falling back on the redhead’s shoulder, heavy with his high and the creeping heat of pleasure as you finally drag your tongue up the underside of his cock. He lets the bigger man turn his face to the side with a gentle hand, slots his mouth with his in a slow, hungry kiss.

He’s pulsing against your tongue, impossibly hard and aching for the feel of your mouth, and still you take your time. Licking coyly around the head, letting it leak right onto your tastebuds. Bakugou finally finds his voice again to curse down at you, and it comes out hoarse, whinier than you’ve ever heard him. 

“Stop bein’ such a damn cock tease.”

You chuckle, but relent, abandoning your teasing to finally sink your lips down on him. It lights Bakugou on fire, his toes curling and nails digging into Kiri’s forearms where they’re wrapped around his torso. So sensitive. You bob your head up and down slowly at first, then faster, slurping and sucking until you’ve gotten it nice and sloppy – which is when Kiri’s hands come to gather your hair out of your face, holding it all back in one fist and using the other to grip Bakugou’s dick tightly, stroke him right into your mouth. 

You moan approvingly at the addition of your boyfriend’s hand, a sweet little mmnnn that rings out from your throat and vibrates down Bakugou’s length right to his very core. The sound joins the noisy schlickschlick of Kirishima pumping his hand up and down, the movements practiced and effortless as he grips and twists, squeezing more and more precum from the tip for you to eagerly swallow. You stick your tongue out, let Kiri slap the head against it with a cheeky smile spreading your lips and exposing your teeth, far too pleased with the way Bakugou is trying his best to stifle his own moans and keep his hips from rolling.

Wrapping your lips back around the thick cock being jerked off in your face, you hollow your cheeks and suck hard, making your shared victim curse brokenly. You and Kiri exchange a conspiratory look, and then he’s grinning sleepily down at you.

“How’s his cock taste, pretty girl?”

Your lashes flutter and you make a sound that could be “so good” if it wasn’t completely muffled by skin, refusing to pop it back out of your mouth for even a moment to answer. Your boyfriend chuckles, feeling his own cock stir at watching the enthusiastic way in which you suck someone else’s – but his own needs can wait.

“Need some help down there?”

An earnest nod from you, and then Kirishima is shifting carefully from behind the near boneless body in front of him, sinking down onto his knees beside you to properly assist in servicing the birthday boy.

You continue sucking while keeping your gaze on Kiri, now close enough that you can make out the inky dilation of his pupils, the lustful flush on his cheeks. And he watches you, enamored, hypnotized by your fuck-me eyes and the way your lips pout and your cheeks hollow — his sweet little girlfriend with a nasty little mouth. 

“Y’look so pretty with a cock in your mouth,” he muses, and saliva pools in his own when you hum your appreciation and trace your lips down the side of Bakugou’s shaft, giving him access to the other side. He leans in, licks up a pulsating vein with a groan. The taste is distinctly Bakugou, heady and musky and manly. And it’s distinctly you, sweet like those drinks you order, light like your flavored gloss. He goes back for another taste, and then your tongues are dancing in unison over Bakugou’s dick.

“Jesus fuck, that’s so— fuckin’ good—“ Bakugou’s words are clipped and strained as you both slather his dick with your spit. Up and down, up and down the length of him, until you’re meeting at the top and tangling together in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss around the head.

It’s messy, uncoordinated, drool coating both of your lips and smearing across chins and cheeks. Wet sounds and muffled moans fill the air as you make out with a dick wedged between you. It’s a sight Bakugou had never known he needed to see, but now he’s watching intently, jaw slack and lids heavy, wanting to burn the image into his memory. If his brain wasn’t so scrambled he’d pull out his phone and hit record, keep the moment in his pocket for him to fuck his fist to later.

Wrapped up in the kiss, you both pull away, your hand finding the blonde’s cock to stroke it as you continue exploring Kiri’s mouth. The twist and pull of your palm is slippery, but not slippery enough, so you break the kiss and stick your tongue out. And Kirishima understands exactly what you want, making a show of placing his big hands on either side of your face and tilting it up for him, pressing his lips together and letting spit flow freely down onto your waiting tongue. You turn with a glint in your eye, letting his saliva mix with your own behind your lips before spitting it all out to coat Bakugou’s dick.

A thought flits through his mind about the three-way hit from earlier, but it fizzles out as soon as you suck him sloppily back into your mouth. “Awh, fuck–” 

And then Kiri’s tongue is lapping at his balls, and Bakugou’s head sinks back on the couch cushions. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—“

He feels like jelly, melting right into both of your hungry mouths. Nothing but the sensation of slick lips and warm tongues, and silky spit rolling down his balls and seeping between his thighs. You and Kiri are switching back and forth, sharing him between you like it’s an everyday couple’s activity, one you’re both especially passionate about doing together. It’s insane — you’re both insane, hell-bent on turning him into a puddle right there on your living room couch.

And Bakugou is a puddle, splayed out on the cushions, panting with his head thrown back and his arms crossed over his face, just lost in it. Until Kirishima suddenly sinks his teeth into his inner thigh.

“Agh—!”

Bakugou’s hips jerk involuntarily at the bite, ramming his cock up into your throat as his gaze is forced back to you both kneeled before him. The sound of you gagging stirs Kiri on, and he places a big hand on the back of your neck to keep you in place before delivering another, harsher bite to his friend’s thigh. Another buck of the blonde’s hips and your eyes begin to water. But you look up at him, and through the sparkle of your wet lashes is an expression completely glazed over with lust.

Bakugou sneers down at you, suddenly stirred on just like Kiri. “Y’like that shit?” You don’t have to respond (not that you can, with his girth filling out your mouth), he knows very well how much you do. “Here, take it then.”

And then there are two more hands holding you down, steady against the back of your head to make sure you can’t move away as Bakugou rolls his hips up towards your face. 

“Stick your tongue out, like that, yeah–” 

You obey, and he grunts his approval as he fucks your mouth like it’s nothing more than a warm, wet toy. It’s slow, lazy, but hard and invasive, cock dragging back and forth along your tongue, pumping precum so deep it feels like you might choke on it. Your throat spasms and aches as it takes the sudden beating from his cock head prodding at it, a copious amount of drool filling your mouth as your body’s natural attempt at lubricating. It bubbles around your lips, drips down in thick globs onto his lap. 

And that’s what Bakugou wanted, really, the mess – to see the way tears roll down your cheeks and spit smears on your lips, the way you seem to go perfectly dumb for his dick. It’s cute, honestly, and he can’t help but tell you so, filth tumbling from his mouth as he uses yours to get off.

“So fuckin’ cute,” he says between ragged breaths, “so cute when you’re chokin’ on me. Fuck, yeah, keep that mouth open–”

You’re doing your best to breathe through your nose, taking the rough treatment while trying not to drown in your own spit, when Bakugou suddenly stills his hips and gives your head a hard push down.

“All the way down, like a good little slut,” he grunts, angling his hips up to try and invade your esophagus, feel how tight it is around his aching cock. There’s still so much of him your mouth can’t fit, and you gag hard, instinctually trying to pull off. But you’re met with the resistance of not two, but three strong hands.

Kirishima pushes gently, but firmly, at the back of your neck, coaxing you to take his best friend’s cock further down your throat with coos of encouragement. “There ya go baby,” his voice is husky and dark in your ear, eyes blown and pink-tinged as he watches more of Bakugou’s length disappear past your swollen lips, “be a good girl and swallow that dick.” 

And then something in your throat gives, and your eyes roll back in your head as your lips finally meet a sticky pelvis, nose nuzzling into a dewy nest of dirty-blonde pubes. 

“Ugh– there it is, fuck yeah–” Bakugou groans, deep and guttural as he pumps shallowly up into your throat, the visible bulge in your neck making Kirishima echo him with a lewd groan of his own. The only sounds you can muster are gurgles – besides the obscene wet gluckgluckglucks of your throat being relentlessly fucked, but you can hardly claim that you are the one making those sounds ring out.

You’re finally set free, hands releasing you to shoot back up and gasp for air. You cough and sputter, a hazy smile curling your wet lips up once you’ve caught your breath, and you peer up at Bakugou, who returns your smile with a satisfied smirk of his own. But the cocky expression is quickly wiped off his face when Kiri takes him in his hand and replaces your throat with his own, descending on him with an ease that makes the blonde’s face contort.

Crawling up onto the couch, you smooth your hand down Bakugou’s chest. He looks positively ravaged; Lips reddened from where he keeps pulling them between his teeth, face and chest flushed pink and shining with a light sheen of sweat, honeyed hair mussed by his hands continuously running through it. And his eyes, usually piercing and fiery, have lost their heat. They’re glazed over, glowing with his high and swimming with pleasure.

He’s gorgeous like this, you think, picturesque in his wreckage, and you can’t look away — not when his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open, not when his hands reach out and tangle in red locs, not when his gaze finally lifts back to you and he tilts his chin up to silently ask for a kiss. You give it to him, of course — it is his birthday, after all — but then you can’t help but nose against his cheek and tease him just a bit.

“And to think, you weren’t gonna smoke with us.”

He grits his teeth into a semblance of a smile, lids heavy as he looks up at you through thick, blonde lashes. “I like ya better with my—hahh— my cock in your throat. Talk a lot less that way.” Another moan seeps from between his lips, eyes darting to watch Kirishima suck at his balls before returning to you. He reaches out, fists impatiently at the hem of your top. “Take this shit off an’ come sit on my face.”

There’s a slick pop and then Kiri is rising to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and flashing you both a toothy grin. He suggests you all move into the bedroom, squeezing the obvious outline of his hard cock in his pants as he does so, and you’re being scooped up into Bakugou’s strong arms before you can reply.

He pads down the hallway with your legs hugged around his tapered waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. Hands grope roughly at your ass as he carries you easily — which is surprising only because he’s not looking where he’s going, too preoccupied with tasting himself on your tongue.

You’re deposited onto the bed with an oomph, bouncing against the mattress where you’re unceremoniously thrown. You look up to see Bakugou completely naked, cut body glistening in the dim light and cock bobbing heavy between his legs. He’s staring back down at you hungrily, like an animal that’s caught its prey, that sharp look in his carmine eyes back out to play – and you’re suddenly reminded of the incessant throbbing between your legs. 

“I said,” he grips the buttons of your pants, pulls them roughly down your legs as if their presence offends him, “take this shit off.”

You’re stripped and straddling the birthday boy’s face before Kirishima is even back in the room. And when he does return he’s got what’s left of the joint re-lit and held between his lips, water and towels cradled in his arms. He stops in his tracks when he sees the position you two are in; You, with your thighs encasing Bakugou’s head, bent forward and draped over him so your face is right over that pretty cock. And Bakugou, splayed out underneath you, one leg bent and propped up, dick still shining with the evidence of the treatment it had gotten earlier. It’s throbbing and jumping as you grind down onto his face, your lips formed into a cute little ‘o’ as he slurps loudly, shamelessly at your cunt.

Your eyes flutter open when you hear the light crackle of Kiri puffing on the joint, finding him leaned against the door jam, so big he fills up the doorway and his hair brushes against the top of the frame. He’s watching, ruby eyes glittering, taking another lazy drag and blowing the smoke out the side of his mouth. His sexiness is effortless, easy, like it's built right into that sturdy foundation of his – and the sight of him enjoying the sight of you goes straight to your pussy, sends a wave of arousal leaking from your slit and right onto Bakugou’s lips.

You mewl, and Kiri’s eyes wander down your connected bodies, palming at his cock through his pants as he takes you both in. “How’s he doin’, baby girl?”

“Mmnn… good. But he’s so impatient.”

A heavy hand comes down on your ass, squeezing the sting away, and a disapproving grunt vibrates against your clit. Much like you, Bakugou won’t unlatch from you to say what he wants – instead, he’ll scrunch his face up and let your core absorb his words. You imagine it’s something like “shut the hell up” or “it’s my birthday, you fucks” and you let out a snicker, which unravels into a squeak when you get another swat to your ass.

You straighten up and reach out to Kiri, wanting him closer. And he comes easily, tapping out the joint and setting down what he’d brought along, pulling his shirt over his head. He kneels on the bed, and dips his face down to drink up the little sounds spilling from your mouth.

Your fingers trail down the hard ridges of Kiri’s chest as the tip of Bakugou’s tongue trails up your slit. You keep feeling him, feeling the way his broad chest expands with each breath, the way his toned stomach tenses under your touch. He’s so big, muscular in a way that’s so different from the body underneath you; Where Bakugou is cut and rigid, Kirishima is thick, almost soft, the kind of muscle you can sink your fingers into. And you do, squeezing at him, earning happy little sighs breathed onto your mouth, your jaw, the side of your neck.

You’re kissing each other slowly, deeply, and the moment is sweet, yet so nasty — punctuated by the wet sounds of a tongue swirling around your clit. 

Kirishima curses when your hand finally presses against his cock, so hot with neglect that you can feel the warmth through the thick fabric of his pants. You smile against his mouth. “You like watching us, Red?”

His nose nuzzles against yours, panting as you rub harder into him. “Shit… yeah, I do.” A deep, shuddering breath. “A lot.”

“You like sucking dick a lot, too.”

It’s not a question, but Kiri bites at his lip and answers anyway.

“Yeah, I do.” 

You whine, heat crackling in your belly from both the admittance, and the harsh suck to your clit. Kiri adds on with a chuckle, “might like watching you do it more, though.”

Your fingers hook into his waistband and pull his hips forward. “Wanna watch me suck yours now?”

“Thought we were taking care of the birthday boy.”

You bat your lashes, and Kiri truly wants nothing more than to see your eyes water again. 

“I can take care of you both at the same time.”

“Fuck…”

He’s back off the bed and pushing his pants down his thighs without any further discussion, cock bouncing and bending under its own weight as he moves to position himself between Bakugou’s legs. There’s a surprised mmph from underneath you when his knees are pushed open wider to accommodate the larger man, but it tapers off into a low groan when he feels the heaviness of Kirishima’s hard cock slapping down onto his own.

Bending forward at the waist, you grip Kiri’s cock in your hand, so thick that your fingers struggle to connect around its girth, throbbing so hard it seems to grow even bigger in your hold. He watches you with dark eyes as you drag your tongue up the thick vein on the underside, breathes a little “so pretty” when you look back up at him. 

You flick your tongue teasingly at the tip and pull back so the sticky fluid of his arousal connects you for just a moment, before you wrap your lips around it to suck the rest off. He’s salty, musky, hot and heavy — adding to the growing cocktail of sin filling your senses and making your head spin.

You’re quick to try taking him all the way in your mouth, egged on by your own arousal, and gag hard when he hits the back of your throat. Kiri groans, tucking your hair out of your face gently as he keeps himself from snapping his hips forward and forcing his cock all the way in, despite how he knows you wouldn’t mind – despite how badly he wants to. Instead he watches you strain to fit him in your mouth, the way your lips stretch around him and your cheeks fill out with his girth. It’s almost better than forcing it – watching you work so hard to do it yourself. 

You bob and slurp, use your hand to stimulate what won’t fit in your mouth. And more and more drool collects around his cock, pools in your fist and drips slowly down onto Bakugou’s dick underneath it. 

“Ohhh shit, yeah–” the man above you pants, strokes sweetly at your cheek, “get it nice an’ wet…”

Holding him tightly in your fist, you dip your head down to lick up the spit that’s landed on the blonde’s milky skin, earning a desperate roll of his narrow hips. You wrap your lips around him next, let the redhead jerk his cock over your face while he watches – the way you know he loves to do – before switching back. You keep working like that, going back and forth from cock to cock, sucking Bakugou eagerly into your mouth and then letting Kiri guide you back with a gentle hold on your chin.

All the while, you’re giving Bakugou a view to rival the double blowjob – your cunt spread and bent over in his face, skin so wet and soft it’s like satin, pretty hole leaking endlessly down onto his tongue. He’s shameless, the way he digs his fingers into the fat of your ass, uses rough thumbs to pull your pussy lips apart before spitting right into it. He flattens his tongue, catches the drip and tastes you from clit to slit, then buries it in that little hole, spearing you on it like a man out to kill. You squeak, try to wriggle away, but he hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you back down with a growl of “don’t you fuckin’ move” before diving back in.

The way he fucks you on his tongue is for him, really, not for you – but even so, the way the muscle stretches you out, swirls and flicks inside you as it tries desperately to push deeper, to taste deeper, it feels so nasty. So good. You arch your back, moan around Kiri’s cock about how good his tongue feels, and Bakugou just smirks against your cunt. Pleased with himself. He knows it’s fuckin’ good — he knows how to make you squirm.

He runs a thumb through your folds, wets it with the mixture of your slick and his spit, before circling it into your clit. It’s swollen, throbbing under the pad of his thumb, and your walls tighten, gush more bittersweet juice for him to drink up.

Kiri’s dick pops out of your mouth as you’re overtaken by the sudden swell of pleasure, and you cry out a shrill warning.

“Fuckfuck, Katsuki, if you keep doing that–”

“Do it,” he says, gruff and demanding, “fuckin’ give it to me.”

So Kirishima takes over in your mission of taking care of them both — presses his sticky cock up against Bakugou’s and fists them both together to the sight of you losing yourself. You’re bracing yourself with both hands on Bakugou’s stomach, tits pushed together so pretty between your arms, eyes rolling shut and mouth falling open on a moan. 

Kirishima is slack-jawed as he watches you buck and grind, fucking yourself back on his friend’s tongue. So beautiful chasing your own high. His fist is slipping quickly over both their cocks, squeezing them together tightly, rutting his hips and sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both. 

“Fuck, Ei, s-slow the fuck down” — is what Bakugou tries to say, but it comes out garbled, slurred into your skin. He’s so sensitive, and everything is so wet. Your pussy dripping, his chin slippery, his dick and Kirishima’s sliding over each other and squelching lewdly. And you’re all in his senses, coating his tongue, filling his every breath, singing like an angel as you tell him you’re gonna cum, you’re gonna cum right on his face —

So his hips jerk, and his voice strains in his throat, and he shoots his load hard, all up his stomach and onto his chest and between Kiri’s fingers. It just keeps coming, makes a mess of his torso and collects in Kirishima’s hand, coats both their cocks in milky white that he keeps pumping up and down the length of them.

And the sight is so messy, so filthy, both cocks sliding against each other, frothing with a gooey mixture of pre, spit, and cum. It makes that swelling wave of heat in your core grow bigger, bigger still — and Kirishima sees it on your face, whines as he overstimulates Bakugou and brings himself closer to the edge, encouraging you to “let it go, baby— there ya go, cum right on his tongue—” 

And then the wave is suddenly crashing, white-hot and roaring in your ears. 

You’re trembling, crying out, grinding down on Bakugou’s tongue, which he now has outstretched for you, hands digging desperately into your hips as he bucks into Kirishima’s fist – still, somehow, able to keep his composure enough to help you ride out your orgasm. Lightning is shooting up his spine, making him twitch and moan, but your release washing over his tongue may as well be the god damn elixir of life. He can see your pussy clenching, see it leaking liquid gold right onto his face, and it tastes like paradise in his mouth. He’s focused on slurping it up, making you scream and gyrate as pleasure wracks your body like something violent and unforgiving.

And, like some sort of carnal chemical reaction, Kiri grabs hold of your face, moans a strained “cumming— oh shit i’m cumming—!” into your mouth as he follows you both over the edge. He bucks once, twice in his fist and then his balls are tightening where they’re sliding against the other man’s, and he’s spilling over, thick and hot into his hand. 

It mixes with Bakugou’s cum, almost indiscernible from it as ropes shoot up and land on his stomach. But it’s thicker, heavier, it doesn’t reach all the way up to his collarbones. And there’s more of it, so much more that it splatters the smaller man with white, pools in the deep grooves of his abs and sticks there.

You’re all panting hard when you finally roll over and collapse into the sheets. It’s hot, stiflingly so, sweat collecting in the crease of your thighs – or is that your own cum? 

The boys breathe deep next to you, Kirishima sat on his knees, Bakugou with his arms up over his face. It’s silent for a moment, besides the sounds of you all gasping, and the hammering in your own chest.

You let your head roll to the side, checking that your partners are still alive, and are met with the sight of Bakugou’s torso absolutely painted with white. 

A stunned exhale. “Holy shit…”

Kiri’s eyes slide to you, dazed. “You ok?”

“Yeah, that is just… so much cum. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much cum before. It’s like, cartoonish.”

There’s a choking sound – a snort – and then Bakugou is laughing, big and boisterous, mouth wide and teeth bared. It fills the room like fireworks, so bright it lights up yours and Kiri’s faces too. 

“Stop laughing,” Kirishima chuckles, clean hand forming a cup by Bakugou’s side to catch the cum currently sliding down it, “it’s gonna get on the sheets.”

“Well then gimme a fuckin’ towel, dumbass.”

The smell of sex and smoke hangs heavy in the air. It sticks to your skin, makes you feel tacky as you shift in the bedsheets. You reach out to take the joint (well, the burnt nub that’s left) from between Kiri’s fingers, puffing on it gingerly before blowing some into Bakugou’s mouth. He’s decided he likes it better that way – straight from your or Kirishima’s lungs.

“Doesn’t burn so damn much,” he’d grumbled when he’d asked you to do it for him. You’d rolled your eyes, but leaned in to give him some of your breath anyways. 

You’re all still half naked, you in one of Kiri’s t-shirts and the boys both in briefs. Laid out on soiled sheets as a thin haze fills the room, basking in the humid afterglow of your orgasms. Maybe it’s the weed, maybe it’s the three of you together, but you feel so profoundly comfortable that you find yourself sighing deeply and smiling up towards the ceiling. 

“What?” Bakugou eyes you from where he lies beside you, noticing the little quirk of your lips – which he often does, notices your little tells.

“Nothing, just high. And happy.” You roll onto your side, passing the joint back to Kiri as you prop your head up in your hand, “is that a crime?”

“The first one is in a lot of places, yeah. Maybe I’ll call the cops on ya. Turn your ass in.”

You push playfully at Bakugou’s chest, and he catches your wrist in his hand with a wolfish grin, holding you there against him. 

You jut your chin out at him defiantly. “Eiji’ll bail me out.”

Bakugou glances down to where the redhead is laid across the foot of the bed, his head resting on the blonde’s thigh with a hand behind his neck. Your gaze follows when your boyfriend stays silent for a beat too long, mouth falling open with an incredulous call of “Babe?” 

Kirishima blows smoke up into the air with a sigh, drags out his words like they’re hard to say. “Yeah, I would.”

“Tch. So fuckin’ soft for this brat.”

Leaning your weight on Bakugou’s chest, you lift yourself up over him to gloat – like a brat. “Jealousy’s really ugly on you, Kats–”

The room blurs as he flips you over, appearing on top of you in a second with a snarl. You kick your legs as he slots himself between them, giggling and beating at his chest with your fists – which he intercepts easily, gathering your wrists in one hand to pin over your head. 

“Y’talk a lotta shit for someone so weak.”

Fingers dig roughly into your sides, making you yelp and squirm against his weight, which is pressed down onto you, keeping you firmly in place. “Go ahead, brat – talk your shit.” He forces more gasps of laughter from you with a twisted grin, eyes on fire. “Can’t fuckin’ hear you, speak up!”

“Eiji, help me!”

And then, magically, the weight is lifted off of you. 

In a flash, Bakugou is laid out on his back, hands pinned by his head, held in place by two larger ones. He looks a lot like you just did, fighting and huffing – except he’s actually giving his captor some hell, Kirishima flexing and gritting his teeth as he holds him down on the bed.

It’s lighthearted, grunted laughter slipping out between heavy breaths. But it’s also intense, in the way two men wrestling just inherently is.

Locking limbs and bulging muscles, so much power packed into each strained movement and kept from exploding outward only by the strength of the other. Like two stags connected by twisted antlers, they’re opposing forces keeping them firmly in place. It gives you the impression that if you were to be wedged in between them, they’d crush you. And that… excites you.

Bakugou hooks his legs around Kiri’s waist with a biting smile, muscles tensing as he tries to twist and buck him off – and the bigger man falters, almost flips over, but slams the blonde back down with a smile of his own.

“Get off me you fuckin’ brute!”

A breathless laugh from Kirishima, red hair shaking loose around his face. “Oh I’m a brute?”

“Yeah!” One of Bakugou’s hands slips free and he claps it around the back of Kiri’s neck, pulling him down until their foreheads are knocking together. “You are.”

And then there’s a shift, the energy suddenly heavy. No longer playful, but thick and serious. Wanton.

They’re panting, naked chests pressed together, expanding in time with each other. Bakugou huffs, his eyes flickering down to Kiri’s mouth. There’s a moment of anticipation, suspended and buzzing in the air, heating up until it starts to boil.

“All that hair dye’s gone right to your fuckin’ brain.” Bakugou’s voice is low, breath puffing against parted lips. Kirishima’s nose slides against his. “Made you a damn animal.”

“Whatever you say.”

And then they’re meeting in the middle, mouths coming together in a heated kiss. Kiri’s face pressing down, Bakugou’s chin lifting to chase after that pressure. The redhead’s tongue darts out, asks for entry at the seam of his partner’s lips. And the blonde gives it willingly, passionately, answering with an eager tongue of his own.

They kiss like that for a moment, hot and heavy, pushing and pulling, exploring each other’s mouths like new lovers and not like ones who have been here many times before. Their skin glistens and muscles ripple, tangled so tightly in each other that it’s almost hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. And you can only watch, feeling like you shouldn’t be — like a voyeur.

And that seems to make your whole body hot.

It’s almost like you’re watching through a screen, a slab of glass fogged over by your high and the haze of smoke, and the thick steam that is your own desire — until suddenly that screen is punctured, a hand reaching out through the fog. 

Kirishima pulls you into their orbit gently, but with a strength that makes you feel comfortable, like you can lean all the way into it and not float away. His hand cradles the side of your neck, coaxes you to come closer and kiss him. His lips are already wet and swollen, and they taste slightly different — an added sweetness you can’t quite place. Before you can think about it too long, another hand is redirecting you down, Bakugou stealing your lips away.

Wet sounds and pleasured sighs trickle through the air, you and Bakugou locked together hungrily as Kiri litters kisses down the smaller man’s chest. He takes his time running his tongue over the skin, sucking at it, tasting the sweat there — gratuitously, selfishly, knowing Bakugou won’t hurry him along like he usually does. Not with you tugging at this scalp and moaning into his mouth.

Kirishima is not a selfish lover, not by any means, but he’s also not wholly an angel. So he takes what he can get when he can get it. And right now that means taking advantage of the time he has, descending slowly. Slipping Bakugou’s briefs down his legs and running his lips along the scattered freckles on the insides of his thighs and hips. He could stay just like this, ruby eyes cast up to watch you both indulge in each other, while he indulges in the body beneath him.

But then he gets a little too eager, pushing Bakugou’s legs open wide and breathing a small “fuck…” at the sight of his hole before dipping down to taste it.

Bakugou breaks the kiss, gaze dragged down by the slick feeling of a tongue between his cheeks. His mouth falls open, face feverish as his hand moves to cup his balls, kneading them softly and holding them out of the way to give Kiri better access.

Kirishima’s tongue snakes out, big and thick just like the rest of him, and runs achingly slow over the little ring of muscle. Around and around in deliberate, wet circles. Then he’s drooling down onto it just to lap it back up with a wide, flattened tongue. His eyes flicker down, taking in the wet mess he’s already made before he dips the tip in, stuffs as much of the muscle as he can into the tight hole with a hungry groan. 

It’s a different kind of intimacy, watching them like this, and it fills your face with warmth and drips down your spine. Has your hand traveling absentmindedly between your legs to satiate the ache that’s returned there. The way Bakugou’s head falls back on the mattress, the way Kiri looks up at him with eyes that are both soft and yet sharply calculating — it’s different. You’ve never seen them like this, the way they were together far before you were ever in the mix, at least not at this level of vulnerability. And maybe it should make you feel jealous, or unsure of your place, but, truthfully, all you feel is a burning, unmitigated need.

You almost forget that you’re even there — physically there — until a big hand is cupping one of your tits, an arm hooking behind your back and pulling you close again. Propped up now on his elbow, Bakugou twists his body to peck at the side of your breast and squeeze the other in his palm. He laves his tongue over it, scrapes his teeth along it with a pant before sucking a bruise into the skin. His face is hot where it buries into you, his breath even hotter where it huffs out against the new, wet bloom of red. He looks up at you through heavy lids, brows pinching as Kiri licks sloppily at his fingers and pushes two in.

“Just gonna watch, y’little perv?”

You raise your brows at him, swipe your tongue over your lips. “Maybe– unless you’d like me to do something else.”

He nods down, towards where his cock sits oozing fresh precum onto his abdomen. “Come sit on it.”

You want to, your body’s aching for it, walls clenching at the thought of it stretching you out. You can imagine distinctly how it fills you, how it hits certain spots so perfectly. The memories alone making your stomach tight with need. But you narrow your eyes anyways and say, “that’s a funny way to ask.”

He smiles sleepily, and his eyes rove down your body — and Bakugou realizes, that he’s the weak one. Weak from the weed, weak from the way Kiri works him open, weak from the sight of your cunt wrapping so pretty around your fingers. But, somehow, in this moment, he’s comfortable in that weakness.

So he sucks at his teeth, closes his eyes for a moment before looking back up to you.

“I need you. Fuck– need’a feel your pussy on me.”

The please sits heavy in his eyes. He doesn’t say it, but you hear it nonetheless. 

You press forward, slot your mouth with his and let him wrap his arms around you to pull you onto him. Swinging your leg over his body, you come to rest atop him, hovering your hips over his just so until he’s growling in frustration and pulling you closer. Closer, he wants you closer – wants you both so much fuckin’ closer. So he hugs you against his sweat-dampened chest with strong arms, opens his knees wider and thrusts up to rub himself against you. 

The hot length of him sliding through your folds makes you gasp, and your body reacts on its own to grind back down on it. That’s all it takes to get it slippery, your pussy so wet already, leaking slick onto his skin and making it shine. 

With three fingers now stuffed knuckle-deep in Bakugou’s hole, Kirishima is getting impatient. His cock is so hard again that it hurts, throbbing in anticipation of feeling that elastic tightness currently gripping around his fingers. And now he’s watching you roll your hips back, seeing the evidence of how wet you are right there on the underside of Bakugou’s cock every time you roll them forward again. He’s squeezing his own cock at the sight, pushing his briefs down to free it so he can spit down on it.

You keep working yourself up, teasing yourself with slow grinds, letting the ridges of Bakugou’s hard cock stimulate your sensitive clit. His lips ghost against your jaw, teeth nipping lightly. “You want it?” He asks, breathy, just as worked up as you are. “Want my dick inside you?”

“Yes,” you feel him pant against your cheek, his cock pulse against your sex, “I want it so bad.”

“You want it so bad, put it inside you, then.”

Eagerly, you reach back behind you, wrap your fingers around his throbbing cock and swipe it through your folds once, twice, before slotting the tip at your entrance. Then, finally, you sink down.

There’s a resounding curse as your pussy starts to swallow Bakugou’s cock. 

From you, as you’re slowly filled to the brim with heat, his cock rigid and heavy as it makes room for itself inside you, the ache in your core finally soothed by the heady feeling of being completely full. 

From Bakugou, as your walls start to envelop him, quivering and squeezing around him, so snug and warm and wet that he can feel your arousal coating him and rolling down his balls. 

And from Kirishima, as he watches it all happen, sees the way you open up so eagerly for cock, the way your cunt gushes around it, the intrusion pushing your juices right out. The way it splits open and sucks in inch after inch after inch, until his cock has disappeared completely inside of you. 

Once you’re sitting all the way down, ass meeting skin, your clit resting against blonde curls, Kiri decides he can’t wait any longer.

You’re tipped forward as Bakugou’s legs are pushed open and back, and then you feel his breath hitch beneath you when Kiri’s dick begins to sink into him. 

“Oh— fuck—!” His jaw goes slack, eyes wide and brow furrowed, as he’s stuffed completely and utterly full of Kiri’s cock. It’s huge, a fact you know well, so you coo your encouragement into his skin, kiss down his jaw and the side of his neck with each reassuring whisper. 

“Ohh god, that’s so good,” Kiri sighs, eyes trained down to where his dick is being swallowed up, girth squeezed so tight it’s almost painful, “Takin’ me so, so well. Shit, so tight—“

The little, pink ring sucks him in deeper, stretching impossibly far around his thick cock. Kiri spits down on it, spreads it over his free length with his hand then pushes the fluid in with a shallow thrust. He does it again, slowly, answering each one of Bakugou’s choked groans with sweet, albeit equally choked words of praise. 

And you sit there, patiently, tasting Bakugou’s skin and scratching lightly at his scalp with his cock nestled inside you. 

The sensations are overwhelming — the impossible fullness in his ass, the delicious sting of Kiri working his cock in deeper and deeper. And the snug fit of your pussy around him, damp walls clenching every so often, like a warm, wet hug for his aching cock. His dick is jumping and tensing inside you, no doubt coating your insides with more and more sticky arousal with each careful push of Kiri’s hips.

And then Kirishima is finally buried to the hilt, balls meeting the tight muscle of his ass, and the long, low groan Bakugou lets out seems to vibrate right up your spine.

Kiri pulls out, the tight ring squeezing like a vice the whole way, and then slams back in.

“Fuck!” Bakugou’s face is pinched and flushed, sweat beading on his forehead when he pleads with you in a strained voice. “Need you to move. N-need you to ride me…” And this time he says it out loud, a hoarse and needy “Please.”

So you move for him, push your hips back on him so his cock is sliding slowly in and out of your pussy. It glides easily, so slippery with the mix of your juices and all the precum he was leaking right into you. You roll your hips steadily back and forth, back and forth, pulling pretty moans from Bakugou’s lips with each careful movement.

Strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you down and hugging you close, and then a new set of hands is gripping your ass. Kiri pulls you open, squeezing hard as he watches the dick slide in and out of your wet pussy, watches your silky skin hug and drag every time you roll your hips up. 

He has the most perfect view of you creaming around Bakugou’s cock, making a mess of white that coats it and collects right around the base. It makes his mouth water — so he spits down on your ass, watches the glob drip onto your hole and down over the dick you’re impaled on. It mixes with the fluids there, makes it even wetter, messier.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Look at you…”  He murmurs, awe-struck, snapping his hips harder into Bakugou as his big hands push and pull on you, guiding you back and forth on another man’s dick. “Ride that dick, baby. So pretty… God damn, these holes are so pretty.”

“Y’like what you see, Red?” Comes your voice, sickeningly sweet as you smile over your shoulder at him.

“Mmm yeah, look so pretty stuffed with cock.” A smile of his own playing on his lips when he adds, “Both of you do.”

You send your hips back again, slowly, teasingly, and Kiri’s gaze drops back down to watch your pussy swallow Bakugou’s length. And right underneath that is Bakugou’s ass swallowing his length, over and over with each buck of his hips. Both holes so greedy, so wet and tight and eager for cock — the sight alone is overwhelming, downright pornographic, and Kiri feels his stomach tighten up with the tell-tale sign of his release—

So he pulls out, clenches his jaw and grips the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming so soon. “Shit, I almost…” He laughs, light and breathy, as he cards his other hand through his hair. “Just need a second.”

Fingers gripping your chin pull your attention back, Bakugou catching your mouth in a needy kiss before grinning up at you. The mist in his eyes has parted, nothing but fire outlining the deep, dilated black of his pupils.

His voice is quiet, but rough when he tells you, “‘m gonna fuck you now.”

You don’t have time to respond before you’re being flipped over. (Not that a response is needed. It wasn’t a question.)

You’re on your back once more, your legs being pushed open by hands cupped under your knees, Bakugou mounting you with a tongue swiping hungrily over his teeth. He slides his dick back inside you in one foul swoop, the head of his cock hitting your walls hard and knocking a shrill cry from your throat.

He’s so pent up from having you grind on him slowly, being a puddle underneath you despite aching with the animalistic need to pound you, that he just can’t hold back. He’s ruthless, needing to fuck you hard and fast and mean – and your pussy responds so beautifully, syrupy juices gushing out around his dick, practically spraying all over him with the force of his thrusts.

“God, this pussy’s so fuckin wet. So fuckin’ sloppy. All for me, yeah?”

Your staccato moans are the only answer you give – besides the loud squelch of your cunt when he buries himself to the hilt.

“Say it,” he spits, squeezing your face in his hands to force you to focus on him, “say it’s all for me.”

So you do — you chant it like a holy truth, with your eyes on him and your legs shaking. “All for you, it’s all for you!”

You’re rewarded with a more violent snap of his hips, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. “That’s. fucking. right.” He’s growling down at you, crazed, punctuating each word with a wet slap of skin.

“You like bein’ a little slut for us don’tcha, princess?” He drills you into the mattress, pinning both of your legs back, bending you painfully so he can fuck into you deeper. “Like bein’ my little cocksleeve?” 

All you can do is squeal, mind going blank as he bullies into you — so he answers for you, he knows the answer anyways. “Fuck yeah, you do.” Another hard thrust, and you’re sliding further up the bed. His hands hot, possessive when he drags you back. “Nasty little bitch — god, this pussy feels so fuckin’ good—“

But then he’s falling forward, being pushed forward, catching himself with his hands on either side of your head. He shoots a glare behind him, spits a “what the fuck” back at Kirishima, who has a hand braced on the blonde’s shoulder and his eyes cast down.

Kiri grabs hold of the smaller man’s hip, squeezing as he pushes into him, in turn pressing Bakugou further into you. A collective hiss echoes through the room.

Kiri is sheathed back inside him and, like a switch being flipped, Bakugou goes silent. His breaths are ragged, his eyes glazed. His hips still. 

Kirishima pulls out, then fucks back into him just once, making Bakugou’s cock reach even deeper inside of you with the force of his thrust.

“Don’t stop.” A firm command, punctuated by soft kisses to Bakugou’s back. “Keep fucking her.”

Bakugou grits his teeth, breathing a curse out between them, then sets his jaw hard with determination and rocks his hips again. And Kiri stays still, lets him fuck himself back on his cock.

The blonde pulls out and slams back in, over and over, harder and harder, resuming his brutal pace. He’s fucking into you feverishly, spearing himself on Kiri’s dick as he spears you with his, seesawing back and forth between the two. 

“Ohhh fuck… there you go, good boy.” A big hand appears, wrapping loosely around Bakugou’s throat, fingers gripping right under his jaw to tilt his head up and make his back arch. Not choking but possessing, commanding. Dominating. The blonde pants, eyes rolling back, hips moving faster as he succumbs to the will of the man deep in his ass — and he looks positively blissful doing it.

Kirishima leans in and presses a cheek to his temple, eyes dark and piercing as he grips his jaw tighter. “Keep going just like that. Make her cum for us.”

Then he turns his gaze down to you. “Be a good girl and play with your pussy while he fucks you.”

You’re quick to obey, fingers finding your clit to rub fast, harsh circles into it. You were already close, dangling right on the edge from Bakugou’s rough treatment. And now the way your boyfriend is looking at you, looming over you both in a way that’s so different than you’ve ever seen him — you’re practically boiling over with desire.

Bakugou keeps fucking you, hard and deep, caught in between the heat of your cunt and the stretch of Kiri’s dick, and the sounds he’s making are downright sinful. Grunts and whines and broken curses that meld together in his mouth, sometimes spilling right over your lips, sometimes being swallowed by Kiri as his face is turned back by a hand on his jaw. He’s taken Kirishima’s cock before, and he’s given you his, but both at the same time has his eyes rolling so far up into his head that he can’t see straight.

He looks totally wrecked, completely fucked out, glassy-eyed and flushed and panting like a dog — it’s egging you on, making you rub your engorged nub faster as you feel pleasure winding tightly in your core.

And Kiri sees it on your face, so he brings his lips closer to Bakugou’s ear. His voice like cocoa, dripping dark and sweet.

“Want you to tell me when you feel her cumming, Katsuki. Tell me when you feel her gush on your dick.”

And something about that – being talked about like you’re not there, like you’re just a toy being shared, or a precious little pet being played with – makes the tether in you suddenly snap.

You do gush, hard, shrill chants of “ohmygod, ohmygod” and “yes, yes, yes” joining the chorus of wet sounds as you cum on Bakugou’s dick. His eyes go wide in realization before they’re rolling back, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. He groans long and low at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, leaking more and more slick that he fucks right out of you with each stroke. 

“Ohhh fuck— I feel it—! She’s so, f-fucking tight. So wet.”

Kirishima smiles, big and wicked, then reaches out to grab hold of your hips before plowing forward. 

He pounds hard and fast into Bakugou, big hands wrapped around your hips for leverage, trapping him between you. Each thrust is an explosive chain reaction — Kiri fucking into Bakugou, forcing Bakugou to fuck into you. You’re caged underneath the blonde, his forearms on the bed and his chest pressed to yours, his eyes squeezed shut as Kiri gives him every thick, rigid inch like a man possessed.

It’s merciless, the way Kirishima is manhandling you both, the mattress squeaking and the headboard thudding against the wall. And it’s hot, all of you damp with sweat, two hulking forms crowded over you and making you feel like a small animal caught in a trap. 

Your head digs back into the cushion, back arching off the bed, fingers scratching mindlessly at the sheets as you’re fucked into oblivion. You’re given no chance to come down from your high, everything so swollen and sensitive as your orgasm is prolonged past the point of sanity. 

Bakugou is so deep inside you, reaching so far up into your cunt that you swear you can feel him in your throat. Every pull has him dragging deliciously against your walls, and every push has him carving out the space again, his tip hammering right into your sweet spot like a pleasurable punch to the gut. You scream, babble incoherently about how deep he is, how it’s too much, how you can’t take it.

And Bakugou echoes you, voice hoarse and face pinched.

“Fuck— W-wait— if you keep— I’m g-gonna—“

Kiri shushes him, kisses his shoulder, coos so sweetly as he continues his relentless assault on both of your holes. “Take it a little longer, baby. Doin’ so good, so fuckin’ good for me.”

“Fuck , Ei—!“

“Go ahead.” Sweat rolls down his temple, red hair sticking to his forehead. He cranes his neck down, watches Bakugou’s ass swallow him up with a groan. “Cum for us. Do it inside her. Let it all out in that pussy.”

You’re practically brainless at this point, wet and warm and perfectly pliant underneath them, but Kiri’s filthy command brings you back down to earth. You hook your arms around Bakugou’s shoulders, as if he can be anymore trapped, and plead breathlessly for his cum.

“Please! Give it to me, please—!”

His eyes open, fiery red reappearing from behind his lids as he takes in the desperate, fucked out look on your face. He feels his balls tighten, stomach tingling — aching to give you exactly what you want. “Fuck, you want it? Want this load in your cunt?”

You nod furiously, open your legs up wider, wanting him deeper. “Fill me up, Kats. I want it— want it so fucking bad.”

A loud curse and another hard thrust, and his own hips start matching Kiri’s rhythm, chasing the slippery drag of your walls. You’re so tight around him, almost like your body knows what’s coming and is trying to milk it right out of him. 

“God damn— I’m gonna cum, gonna dump it all so deep inside you.” He burrows his face in your neck, his voice shaky and vibrating against your skin. “Fuck, take it— take all my fuckin’ cum—!”

Burying himself to the hilt, he gives it to you, shoots it all out against your walls, his dick pulsing so hard with each thick rope that you can feel it. It’s warm, flooding your insides with heat that spills out around his cock and trickles down your ass in hot, gooey trails.

And Kirishima feels it too, his cock caught in a vice-like grip as the muscles around it contract. He can barely move, sucked in by Bakugou’s orgasm, but each twitch and squeeze feels so unbelievably good — he throws his head back and lets the pleasure wash over him, pumping his cum right into that tight, needy hole. And then he pulls out, fists his cock wildly and shoots the rest of it out onto Bakugou’s ass. 

The redhead is panting as he strokes the last bit of cum from his tip, grabbing a handful of the blonde’s taut cheek to pull him open and watch the mess of white dribble from his loosened hole. There’s so much of it, oozing out in thick globs over his balls, dripping down to mix with the cum slipping out of you and coating his dick. “Such a mess…” he chuckles under his breath as he shifts out of the way enough for Bakugou to roll off of you.

But then a rough hand is tangling in his hair, pulling the redhead down towards your used up pussy as warm cum continues to seep out of it. Bakugou’s face comes right up to his, nose to cheek, with a nasty grin splitting his lips open.

“Then clean it up.”

Kirishima’s face is pushed down between your legs, and you gasp at the sudden contact of his mouth. His tongue is downright greedy as it laps the bittersweet cum from your folds, and you’re so sore and sensitive that you immediately whine and try to scoot away.

Two muscular arms hook tightly around your thighs, Kiri pulling you back in and looking up at you with big, pleading eyes. “Stay still, baby, please,” his tongue darts out again, groaning low at the taste, “gonna clean you right up, ok?”

“S-so sensitive—!”

“I know, baby girl, I know. Just let me…” But he can’t finish his thought, lashes fluttering as he continues licking up the cum from your entrance. The mix of you and Bakugou swirls around on his tastebuds, makes him dizzy with desire. He extends his tongue, drags it all the way up from your ass, letting it dip into your slit and collect more of the mixture for him to hungrily swallow.

It’s filthy, watching your boyfriend eat another man’s cum out of you like he’s starving for it — and you’re already so sensitive, your clit engorged and your folds swollen from friction. A thick finger pushes inside you, sinking knuckle deep to scoop more cum out of you, and your back arches high off the bed.

“Ohhhh— ohmygod fuck!”

Bakugou is right behind Kiri, watching with low eyes and a snarling smile. He pushes the bigger man’s face harder into you, laughs meanly when you gasp.

“What was that shit you told me?” He rasps, craning his neck down to talk in Kirishima’s ear. “Tell me when you feel her gush.”

It’s like a game between them, and you’ve somehow become the ball.

There’s an excited glint in Kiri’s eyes when he opens them again to stare up at you, plunging another finger into you and curling them hard as he latches his lips onto your clit. You writhe in the sheets, bucking and squirming as you’re overstimulated. But Kiri keeps you firmly in place, holding you down like it’s nothing with a thick arm barred over your hips, and quickly brings you back to the edge.

But this time is different, your insides so swollen from the beating they’d gotten, so sensitive from your last mind-numbing orgasm, so responsive to the beckoning curl of his big fingers… You feel it, the intense build of pressure, and your eyes go wide, pleas to wait and hold on tumbling from your lips as your body curls in on itself. But Kiri just keeps going, grunts his encouragement onto your clit as he sucks and licks it, flexes his forearm as he fucks you even harder on his fingers — and you fall right apart with a scream and a rush of fluids.

“Ohh shit!” Bakugou laughs as Kiri pulls his face away. 

The redhead braces a hand on your abdomen and pushes down to keep you still, then hooks his fingers into you, moving his arm hard to attack that spongy spot and fuck more squirt out of you. It sprays violently out of your cunt as you scream, showering them both in your essence, so much that it drips down their bare chests and soaks the sheets.

Bakugou slaps at your clit as you come down, laughs again when you buck up involuntarily. “Now that’s a fuckin’ mess.”

They’re both glistening, Kiri’s face dripping, droplets of your cum snaking down their stomachs. It’s nasty, everything muggy and wet and covered in somebody’s cum.

And you all look downright blissful about it, panting heavy and smiling like cats that got all of the cream.

Bakugou reaches out, kisses Kirishima hard and licks the taste of you off his mouth. Then he’s pulling you up and pressing his lips to yours, passing the sweetness on to you.

bakugou’s eyes drop to your breasts, hidden under your t-shirt and he hopes he’s not salivating. he’s so lost in his head, in the tight grip of horniness his reflexes are almost too slow to catch your front door slamming in his face. almost. his foot slides between the wood.

“what the fuck, bakugou?” you snap, still trying to push the door shut despite his massive boot in the way, “instead of an apology, i just get you staring at my tits? fuck off!”

bakugou sighs deep from his stomach, keeping his foot in place but making no move to push the door open. “i need to talk to you. i really need to talk to you, sweetheart.”

you pause for a moment, peeking behind your door to look at him. you were, at base level, coworkers but along the way of working together for half a year, you’ve become something more. arguments are inevitable with the stubborn hero but now they turn into a weird type of tension you can’t put your finger on. sometimes your snappy remarks turn unintentionally sexual, one time leaning bakugou to push you into a closet to confront you, nose brushing up your neck and thigh between your legs. he might have got you off that day. also sometimes you intentionally give him that stare during hero galas, big eyes, pouty lips and a very revealing, shiny, figure-hugging dress leading him to making out with you in another random closet. you both were coworkers, sorta friends and sorta enemies. you definitely on the road to become fuck buddies with these closet meetings that keep going on but not enough for him to randomly ask for this favour though.

but you were the only person he could think of. 

“please.”

something about his tone, the pained breathlessness has you opening the door wider, able to get a better look at him.

“what’s wrong with you? are you sick?” you ask, fighting the urge to touch him. but you give in, reaching to press the back of your hand to his sweaty forehead. a moan erupts from him and you yank your hand back. “baku—,”

“earlier on patrol, someone hit me with their quirk,” he says almost slurred, leaning against the door frame with droopy eyes.

you gasp, even when arguing with the man you never want to hear about him getting attacked. you gesture him into your apartment and bakugou melts into your sofa, his arms spreading across the top. he looks out of place in your home, mismatched among everything normal to you. 

he’s ripping off his t-shirt when you ask, “what was the quirk? should i call an ambulance? what do you need?”

“you.”

bakugou katsuki is all man. he’s sin, pleasure and devotion, all mixed in one and you feel bad thinking so when he’s in pain. sweat coats his golden skin, a pink flush to his built chest and cheeks. he slouches deep into your old sofa, his head leaning back on it to reveal his thick neck you love to bruise and his whole body moves with every breath. your eyes trail against the length of his arms across the back of your sofa, his wingspan is so impressive you wouldn’t mind latching on a bicep with your teeth. his trousers are loose, the crotch gaping with his spread legs but still, you make out his dick. hard against his thigh and showing through the fabric. 

you blink at him, spluttering, “what?”

he’s the definition of hot and bothered, “it was a fuckin’ sex pollen quirk. that’s why my cock feels like a weight in my pants.” 

there are a million things to say to him. asking if he only came over to have sex or if he was ever thinking of apologising. saying that you’re sure there’s a cure somewhere so you didn’t have to do this. or even sending him out because that’s his problem. the main question was why you? why you? but none of these words came out because look at him. bakugou sits desperate for you, a paw rubbing at his lower stomach like he’s dying to touch himself but not without your permission. he’s so large he dwarfs your sofa and you know you’re just a girl standing in front of an annoyingly sexy man.

“ask me properly,” suddenly you’re breathless, biting down on your lip and staring at the length of his body. you’ve seen him shirtless a couple of times since you get your hero suits made by the same company and you run into him during a fitting. but never like this, like he’s already been fucked more than once. 

it takes all of bakugou’s energy to lift his head to look at you. you’re going to punish him for that stupid argument you had and he doesn’t even care because he wants it. he wants you so bad.

“needa fuck you, baby. lemme fuck you. feel your sweet pussy around me and your tits against my chest.” he grumbles, voice so deep it vibrates through the air. you’re about to agree, ready to go into any position, “i will fuckin’ beg for you, yn. my cock is achin’.”

you gasp, moving like an invisible string is dragging you to him. maybe you have thought about this scene before, at night with your phone in your hand and a vibrator in your other one. your whole body is shaking as you stand between his legs, pulling off your oversized cosy t-shirt to stand in just your leggings. bakugou presses his face into your stomach, mouth open as he inhales you desperately. his hands circle your thighs to hold you tight and he grunts, teeth clenched. you feel like relief and salvation.

“beg, katsuki,” you say nonchalantly, fingers brushing through his messy locks but the feel of his hot breath on your stomach is making your core tighten.

“please, baby. please. i need you so bad, fuck. only you,” he weeps, laying kisses over any part of bare skin he can reach. you’re sighing softly, hugging his head closer to you and you jump when he pinches your thigh, “you need to say yes ‘cause i won’t be goin’ slow on you.”

“yes, yes katsuki,” you barely finish the last syllable of his name when he yanks you to the sofa and kneels on the floor. your cheek is pressed into the back cushion, ass up in his face. 

“gonna take these off you baby, need to feel you on my fuckin’ tongue,” he mutters behind you, thick fingers coming to pull your leggings off. he can’t stop talking and you can’t fight the urge to roll your pussy over his face, “gonna soften you out, prep you for my dick, yeah?”

you’re humming, naked on your sofa and back arched in the air so he gets a good view. two palms are at your ass cheeks, pulling them apart then brushing against your lips, grunting at the shine coating them and your sweet nub at the top. bakugou’s head is a scramble, his body is raging hot for touch, for anything and then he’s got you spread for him. everything is on an overload. “holy fuck, i’ve fuckin’ dreamt about this since i had you in the closet that day rubbin’ against my thigh. knew you’d look good, smell good—,”

he stuffs his face between your legs, his lips brushing against your clit and his nose rubbing against your hole. you moan at the roughness, him so close to you and another moan breaks in your throat when his tongue, wide and wet swipes up from your clit to your ass. “fuckin’ taste good too, baby.”

bakugou gets to work from then, thumb pressing at your asshole while he licks, sucks and presses hard kisses against your clit. his hand rubs over your ass, up your back and even gropes a tit. you can barely talk, incoherent sentences as he runs his tongue over every part of you. you’re radiating warmth, rocking into him for more. he’s still skilled in desperation, two fingers easily sliding into you and tickling your spot.

when you clench around him he grunts, “so beautiful baby, i’ll give you anythin’.” 

high pitched breaths leave your throat as his lips latch on your clit and he sucks, fingers pushing in and out like he would his dick. 

“i’m gonna come, i’m—,” you start and you finish over his face, gushes of white circling his fingers with a loud squelch as your body trembles. you’re almost falling off the sofa, about to slide off into his lap on the ground when he swoops you up.

bakugou’s never been in your apartment but he makes his way to where he thinks your bedroom is. you’re jelly in his arms, still catching your breath, “i liked that, t-that was good.”

he lays you softly on your bed and your legs spread for him, evidence of what he made you do burning in his retinas. you’re so beautiful, you shouldn’t be letting him have you like this. 

“another time i promise i’ll fuck you slow, baby,” he mumbles, lost in the sight of you. your rising chest, your pretty tits. how your eyes are sleepy but full of mischief. the taste of you is still on his tongue and he can’t help but start yanking off his trousers to finally, finally fist at his cock.

your thighs squeeze together at the sight of him, bulging red tip coated in pre and the length of him almost purple for being hard for so long. he’s so big it makes his hand look oddly small and for a second you wonder how he’ll even fit. you feel yourself dribble down your ass.

“can i have a taste?” you whisper, so drawn to him. the unbelievable sight of his strong thighs and sharp chest. how he’s biting down so hard on his bottom lip and how you can tell his hand isn’t giving him much relief. you sit up, hands palming at his thighs and his cock is so close to your face.

bakugou katsuki whines. you’ve never imagined him whining for you and it’s better than you could have ever thought. “d-don’t put me in your mouth. i’ll fuckin’ come—,” you brush your lips against his tip and he flings his head back, “fuck, fuck, more please.” he feels like he’s insane, one second begging you to not and then begging you to touch him. he doesn’t know exactly what he needs, just that he needs you.

“i’ll be quick, promise,” you say, going cross-eyed at the sight of him. you only put your lips around his tip, coating him in your spit. bakugou is an animal, his grunt loud for not doing much to him. your tongue flicks around his most sensitive. through his slit, around his head and he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. 

“more angel, more,” and finally just a tiny bit of release. you take as much as you can of him, which leaves two inches to spare so you wrap your fingers around him. “i knew you’d be good at this, angel. a fuckin angel.” he murmurs, eyes squeezed shut as it takes all his restraint not to start thrusting into your mouth. you start all on your own, bobbing your head up and down, your tongue laying flat against the underside of his dick, feeling for his veins and revelling in the heavy throb. 

you moan around him, vibrating down to his balls and everything happens too fast for him to catch up, “fu—,”

with no warning, he splutters down your throat and you drink up all you can. his hips shake and you keep your fist moving, flicking your eyes up to see him already watching you. when he’s finally done, you take him out your mouth and you gasp when he slaps against his stomach. still hard, raging and ready to go again. your mind is cloudy when he tips your head up and kisses you softly, “thank you, yn.”

he’s about to pull away but you circle your arms around his neck pulling him into your body back onto the bed. your kiss goes on forever, his naked body rubbing against yours, tongues brushing against each other and sucking like you’ve done this millions of times before. when you finally need a breath, he’s still full of energy licking a stripe up your neck and pressing wet kisses across your jaw.

“next time i’ll have more restraint, i’ll worship you next time, angel,” he says so full of emotion and regret you wrap your legs around his waist to feel him rocking against your clit. if this wasn’t bakugou worshipping your body, what is? 

you buzz at the thought, “next time? you’re sure there will be a next time?”

bakugou laughs deep and masculinely, thrusting his hips against your clit and biting just above your breast. “i know once we have each other, we’ll need it again. same way when we argue we need it again, when i kiss you i need it again, when i fuckin’ see you i’m plannin’ when i’ll be seeing you next.”

“you’re crazy.”

“fuckin’ crazy for you, angel.”

he punctuates his comment with a smirk and then a kiss on your lips. he’s about to kiss you again when you say, “fuck me katsuki. however, you want.”

he blinks at you for a second before stuffing his head in the crook of your neck. he groans, arousal at the tip of his tone, “you cannot fuckin’ say that to me. you dunno how long i’ve wanted this. my head is about to blow.”

you laugh, fingers combing through his hair as he lies on your body. his dick is poking your stomach, a little wet from your spit and twitching with a life of its own. how can you sound so good? feel so good? no fucking way he is going back to a life without you after this. 

“fuck me then, use me katsuki.” your body rumbles under him when he speaks, the only reason bakugou has to prove that what you said was real and not in his head. 

“fuck angel,” and when bakugou sits up on his knees above you, it looks like he’s moving in slow motion, akin to a king sitting down on his throne and waiting for devoted attention. he fists himself again, eyeing you with want so strong you get the urge to cover your chest.

“don’t be gettin’ shy on me woman, you’re unreal,” he murmurs, one large hand covering the expanse of your stomach. he dips his hand between your legs, “open up for me, lemme see you sweetheart.”

bakugou grunts when you spread for him again, just enough for him to fit comfortably between your legs. he can’t help it when he moves his dick between your folds, drowning in your mewls at every nudge at your clit. you’re already warm and wet without being inside, and he thinks he’s close to passing out. finally fucking you might be the nail in the coffin. he’s holding onto his cock, about to push into your hole when your hand finds his hip, “ask me, katsuki.” 

your voice is honey and silk, defiance and a brat all rolled into one. your touch is light, the opposite of how he’s about to touch you, yet with a few words you’re in control. letting him know he should be lucky you’re letting him fuck you. he knows.

“can i fuck you, angel? gonna treat you so good, promise,” he slurs and when your eyebrows raise like you’re also not on the edge of breaking, he whimpers, “please.”

you smile slow and seductive, jolting your hips up for a better angle, “make it hard, katsuki.”

the smile doesn’t drop once he slides into you, smooth from how soaked you already are. “oh kats—,” “fuck baby—,” tumbling out you both. the first thrust and you’re full to the brim of him. your arms circle around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace and bakugou’s never felt such bliss.

then he starts moving, slowly at first to measure your reaction. every brush against your walls is delicious, harmony through your body though it’s not what you want. “katsuki,” you warn and he knows.

a weak grin falls on his face as he lifts up on his forearms, “didn’t think you’d be so bossy, angel.”

“what did i say about you calling me that?” 

“it’s not my fault you are.”

“if i was, which i’m not, it would definitely be your fault,” you bite but instead of replying with words bakugou snaps his hips sharply, your body jolting and you inhale with a gasp.

then he goes again and again and you’re both lost in the sensation. he feels rabid, once he’s got a taste he wants more, needs more and he feels his heart beating out his chest when your hands grab his chest. 

“this is what you wanted, sweetheart?” he grits through his teeth and you manage a nod, your head jumping back and forth with all the pet names he’s managed this evening. “speak. use your words.”

“i wanted this s-so much,” you tremble, legs locking behind his back and you don’t have it in you to cringe at the mess you’re making, the slick sounds of friction loud and only turning you on more, “oh my god.”

your bed frame knocks against the wall with every thrust, tits bobbing across your chest and you feel a drop of katsuki’s sweat fall on your forehead. “you’re gonna be mine after this,” he mumbles before slamming his lips to yours. your teeth hit but it doesn’t put you off, your arm hugging his head as his tongue forces its way into your mouth. you moan into him, exchanging air in this very messy kiss. his hips keep going, cock brushing so deep into you, against your spot that you know you’re about to come soon and fast.

your orgasm is hard and disorienting, waves of pleasure drifting through you at a speed that you have to push his lips off yours to let out a high-pitched whine. “f-fuck,” is all you hear when bakugou comes too, shaking violently with no space to get his thoughts in order. he spills everything into you, making everything even more wet and smooth. 

he rides out his orgasm, lips against your jaw as you catch your breath. when he’s finally finished he rolls beside you on his back. you’re both heaving, coated in sweat and your hair a mess. it’s only a couple of seconds before he yanks you into his arms.

“got bad news baby,” he whispers in your ear, so low and deep you think you could come with just the sound till you realise what he said.

you look up at him lethargically and he’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. dark long eyelashes and his ruby pupils are darker than usual, “what?”

he takes your hand and brushes it over his lower half, “still so fuckin’ hard.” 

he’s wet and sticky, hot and stiff like a pole. “wow, they really did a number on you didn’t they?” you smirk, circling your fingers around him.

“and you’re in luck ‘cause i’m about to do one on you. again and again, until you pass out on me,” he laughs, eyes shutting as you jerk him off.

“brave to assume you’ve got more stamina on me. i see you passing out, dick still hard.”

bakugou opens his eyes to see you shifting over to sit on his thighs, glossy and beautiful with a sheen all between your legs. he even feels some of his come from you on his skin.

he shrugs with a grin like sunshine, and your heart melts at the sight. He’s so cocky, literally, and he can't stop feeling you. squeezing and rubbing across your legs and thighs. the words are out before he finishes the thought, said with a confident crook of his head. 

“wanna be my girl?”

your eyes widen before composing yourself. you try to distract him (and you) by holding his dick and sinking onto it. another set of incoherent swears with the first touch and bakugou’s hands grip your ass. he bites down on his lip and you sigh in pleasure.

“don’t fuckin’ ignore me, say yes or no,” he says, eyes alert on your face and he notices you trying to roll your hips on him. he stops you quickly, holding you still.

“katsuki! let me move!” 

he holds you as he thrusts upwards and you fall forward on his chest, “answer me, angel or i’ll jerk off in the shower.”

“we both know my pussy is better.”

“i’ve been beggin’ for you all night, sure, but if you wanna ignore me then i’ll fuck off,” he thrusts up again and you whine, “still got some self respect.”

you manage to sit up, pressing a kiss to his lips, “you can be mine.” bakugou rolls his eyes, grinning like a fool, “but i would have preferred you didn’t ask me like this, so you better ask me again later.”

“then you can be mine too?”

you brush your thumb over his flushed cheek, with a cute shrug, “i’ll be yours, you’ll be mine. you know how it is.”

“good, i’ll keep that in mind,” bakugou loosens his grip on your ass, brushing his hand up your sides, “do what you want with me, sweetheart.”

that’s all you needed to lead you both to another completion. then another, and another.

Well, every news article and post you came across had no solid proof that he was in fact a mafia boss. It was all speculation. Everything was shady eyewitness accounts of suspected gang activity. Or extremely blurry photos of someone who may have looked like Bakugo and his friends. But nothing actually connected him to any crime or illegal activity.

It’s not like it really mattered to you anyway, You haven’t seen or heard from him since that day. He had your number and you had him, but neither one of you had been the one to reach out to yet. You started to wonder if he hadn’t given you a fake number just to make you feel better. But you also wanted to desperately cling to the hope that maybe he was just busy with whatever he was doing. And he hadn’t had a chance yet to call.

It’s also not like you were spending your evenings sitting at home. Curled up on your busted and still blood-stained couch. Searching the internet for anything that had to do with him. You definitely weren’t watching the news now either, hoping they would run a story about your mystery man.

Yeah, totally not you.

Who were you kidding, the man probably didn’t even remember who you were. You were just some casualty that happened to him. Who knows if he remembered your name, or even what you looked like? He was an important guy with a lot going on. He didn’t have time to play nice with some random off the street, even if you stitched up a stab wound for him. He was nice enough to not kill you that night. You tried to not let the fact that you were once again alone bother you. Shooing the negative thoughts away. Before it made your already gloomy headspace swan-dive off the deep end.

So you did anything you could to erase the man from your mind. Going as far as to convince yourself that it was just some wild fever dream you had and that you imagined it all. Even if you still had a small trail of blood stains on your carpet and your couch.

For the past month, you had thrown yourself at the mercy of your boss. Working any overtime he tossed at you, working hard and late into the evenings. All you did was work and come home anyway so why did it matter if you felt like you were half dead on a Thursday evening? Finally driving home for a long weekend. Your music blaring as you sing along to the lyrics you knew by heart. You had a full playlist for nights like these. When you were exhausted and needed to keep yourself awake long enough to make it home. Every song was old, but upbeat and loud. It always managed to give you a bit of serotonin and just enough energy to make the drive home.

And it’s days like today that you needed it.

You were in a sour mood, to say the least. Worked sucked today, and I mean really sucked. You were already at the mercy of your manager. For skipping out on another day of ‘important’ party preparations. You left him short-staffed. When you decided to sleep on that luxurious leather couch in Bakugou's office. So your boss naturally was making you pay for it tenfold. You were currently demoted to the office errand girl. Running around like a chicken with your head cut off. Delivering mail, answering emails for people you didn’t even know. Hell, for the last two days you had been stuck on the lowest level of the building. Pulling and sorting tax records from five years ago. Pulling an endless amount of papers out of old dingy boxes. And having to sort through and make new boxes with the correct dates and file them away.

It was all the small annoying shit that nobody wanted to do, and now it was your job.

You were trying your best to keep yourself in a better mindset, but your mood was shit. Work was even shittier and you had zero friends to share your frustrations with. Not to mention as you were leaving the basement today. You managed to get the side of your skirt stuck on something that was jutted out from the wall. And it ripped almost the whole seam out of the side. And you had to quickly and quietly make it to your car before anyone got a glimpse of your mid and upper thigh.

You were tired and on the verge of a breakdown.

But it was the weekend for you, technically at least. You were gifted the opportunity to take a three-day weekend, by some miracle and you leaped at the chance. It wasn’t often you even got to take time off of work because money was always tight. But the sheer amount of overtime you had put in the last month alone gifted you the ability to take an extra day. You wanted nothing more than to fall into your bed and sleep all three days. Blissfully unaware of just how sad and boring your life had become.

You didn’t mind being on your own, not really. It’s just kind of how you were raised, to be independent from an extremely early age. And that very much carried over into your adult life. You never had the luxury of being a kid. You either had to help around the house and eventually find a job as soon as you were old enough to. If you weren’t doing one of those two things it was looking after your siblings. Making sure their homework was done or getting them ready for bed. You were used as another set of hands, a stand-in parent for them.

But you were fine like this right? You weren’t happy, but you were surviving. There had been more than enough times where your life could have ended, but you made it out ok. You could deal with the shitty job and lonely life if it meant that you had your own freedom. You didn’t have to rely on anyone or anything to make it in life.

But maybe you could go get a pet. Maybe a cat or something. Yeah, a cat could help with the existential dread you have been feeling for a while now. Something that relied on you to love and support it in life. Something that needed you to make it home every day even if it was for only a few head scratches and to feed them. It made a smile finally grace your face at the thought of walking into the local animal shelter. And picking the most scruffy and disgruntled cat you could find and making it love you. It would be worth the extra money each month to be able to have a companion.

But the smile on your face vanishes as quickly as it came. When you feel your car start to stutter and then die, smoke rising from underneath the hood. “What the fuck?” You yell in a panic.

Your engine light was flashing red and you had no choice but to let your car roll to a stop. Banging your hands on the steering wheel you let out the loudest yell you could muster. Well, this, was fucking wonderful, wasn’t it? As you throw the car into park and unbuckle yourself, get out of your car and slam the door shut behind you. It took you a couple of tries but you finally managed to get the hood popped. Black smoke billowed out as soon as you did. You wait for the smoke to clear some before you stick your under the hood for a closer inspection. Looking for any signs of immediate damage.

Your car was old as hell, but she had been good to you until now. Never causing you any problems, even if you were late a few times to get the oil changed or the spark plugs replaced. Unfortunately, you didn’t know the first thing about cars, other than how to drive an automatic. With a frustrated sigh, you slam the hood down and walk back to the driver's seat. Reaching for your phone you try to look up towing companies nearby. You didn’t exactly have the extra money right now to dish out for it, but you had to have a car for work.

It took you almost an hour to find someone who was willing to come that deep into the city to tow you. They were on the other side of town, but they were willing to come to pick your car up and take it to a shop to be looked at. It was going to cost you an arm and a leg, but it had to be done. You sit and play a clicker game on your phone until you get a text. Giving you an estimated time on when the tow truck would arrive.

It took over an hour, but you were relieved when you saw the flashing yellow lights driving up behind you. A tall lanky looking guy stepped out of the tow truck and walked to your window. He told you about what he was going to do, and where he was planning on dropping your car off. Having you sign different pieces of paperwork, getting your car insurance information. And finally the key to your car. As he starts hooking your car up to the tow truck, you grab everything that you needed from your passenger seat. It wasn’t a lot but you managed to stuff everything into the small backpack you had.

The tow guy offered to give you a ride home, but you declined. While he seemed nice enough you never trusted anyone, especially strange men. You watch sadly as he gets back into his truck and drives off with your car attached. Rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands you start your now long journey in the direction of home.

It wasn’t the fact that you had to walk home that bothered you. Right now your main problem was with the impractical fucking shoes you decided to wear to work today. The heels you chose went well with the outfit you picked, and like the fool you were. You started regretting your life choices before lunch had even rolled around. Your feet were aching by the time you sat down to eat, but by that time you had no choice but to suffer through it. You made any and every excuse you could think of to get off your feet. Even for a minute to ease the sting of your heels. Finally chucking them into the floorboard once you reached your car.

But after only twenty minutes of walking. You thought about just cutting off your feet to save yourself from the agony of having to walk any further. All you wanted right now was to yell at whatever deity you had managed to piss off or cry. Maybe you could do both because this was completely unfair. And as if the day couldn’t get any worse you feel the one tiny droplet of rain hit your forehead.

That’s great, just fucking wonderful. So not only were you regretting your choice to live. But you also now had the absolute pleasure of walking home in the rain.

Yep, no. This was fine, as the single drop of rain turns into two, then four. By the time you made it down two blocks, the rain had started coming down in a steady pour from the night sky. You huff out the saddest laugh possible as you feel yourself start to cry. But hey at least with the absolute monsoon you're having to walk in nobody will know you are crying!

You completely gave up on trying to rush through the rain. Instead, you slowly trudge your way down the sidewalk. You spot the neon blue and purple lights of a seedy little bar on the corner. You always pass by it, but until now you never thought much about it. It looked exactly like the type of place you shouldn’t be in. there was trash littered around the sidewalk, and bars on the front windows. But those neon lights were calling your name as you walked closer.

With another sigh, you turn your body towards the front door and step inside. If you were gonna kill over tonight, you might as well have a little liquor in your system.

Much to your surprise, you are met with the inside looking clean, but still darkly lit. It was a lot more vibrant than the outside led you to believe. The walls were painted a dark color, and it smelled just like a bar. Smokey, and with the remains of spilled drinks on the floor. There was a stage set off center, a pole jutting out of the floor. and as you studied the place more you saw that there was a staircase, leading to an upper-level bar.

The music was soft as you walked further into the bar. It looked mostly empty, but then again who goes out for a hard night of partying on a Thursday? There were a couple of people sitting in a booth next to the stage. And a bartender cleaning a couple of glasses at the end of the long bar. You make your way over to the bar and sit on one of the old rocky stools, and wait for the bartender to acknowledge you.

That acknowledgment came in the form of a red rag handed to you. It was well used but freshly clean.

"It won't help much, but at least it will dry your face and hands." He softly laughs as he hands you the towel.

"Thanks." You mutter, your mood dampened by the day.

As if he can tell he starts making you a drink. Not bothering to ask what you would like. Watching him work was fascinating. With precision, he pours a mix of three different clear liquors into a tall glass. Mixing in a splash of a brilliant blue liquor, and topping it off with what you assume to be lemonade. He pops another cup over the glass and shakes it vigorously.

“I hate to tell you but I’m not supposed to let you in here without a chaperone.” He says, Popping the seal between the two glasses.

He pours the liquid into a dainty goblet before sticking in a straw, giving you a wink, and sliding it over to you.

“What do you mean?” you ask a little confused.

As far as you knew you didn’t need to have anyone with you since you were of legal age to drink in a bar. At least that is how you always thought it was. You were never the type to go out and party anyway, you always had to work or take care of things at home. Maybe the laws changed recently and you just weren’t aware. Because up until a month ago you hadn’t started following the news.

“Legally women aren’t allowed into a gentlemen’s club unless they have a male escort.” He tells you. “But I’m not saying anything if you don’t” He finishes before giving you another wink.

“I’ll be out as soon as the rain lets up, I promise.” you try to assure him.

You didn’t want this poor man's act of kindness to get him into trouble. He looks at you for a moment before pulling out his phone and walking away. He must have had something he wanted to say privately, which wasn’t your business to pry. Instead, you finally bring the drink closer to you and take a sip of the mystery drink. It was very fruity and sweet, you couldn't even taste the liquor. It was delicious, peach, pineapple, and lemon being the front runners of flavor.

Oh, this could be dangerous for you. You giggle to yourself as the thought runs through your mind. For the first time today, you relax, as the alcohol enters your system

You pull out your phone and try to dry it off with what little part of the towel that was still dry. Lucky for you the protector you kept on your phone shielded it from any water damage. You idly scroll on your phone checking your social media, and it was bare. Not that you expected anything different.

You had made it through your fourth drink when the chill of being wet hit you. Despite being cool in the place the alcohol was giving you the illusion of being warm. You really should be heading home. The rain had let up slightly, and it was getting late. Deciding now was the best time to signal the bartender and pay your tab. That was before you heard the front door open and what sounded like a group of men enter the establishment. You don’t turn around to see exactly how many of them there were before you hear the stool next to your slide back. Someone was standing slotted between the stool and you. The bartender's earlier words come back to haunt you.

You weren’t supposed to be here without an escort. And there was probably a good reason for it. Who knows what happens to women like you? That were brave or stupid enough to enter a place like this unprotected? You try your best to turn your body away from the person next to you. Hopefully hiding the fact that you were a woman alone in a seedy place.

“Evening sir, what’ll it be?” The bartender asks the man beside you.

You look up just enough to see the bartender’s friendly smile. He didn’t look worried about your safety, so maybe you would be ok.

“I’ll have what the lady is having, and bring her another one.”

The sound of that rough and familiar voice forced you to whip your head in the man’s direction. When your eyes finally meet his deep crimson ones he has a smirk of pure sin on his face. It was the very same man who had been plaguing your thoughts for almost a month now.

It was Bakugou.

“Tsk. I distinctly remember telling you if you got into any trouble to give me a call.” He gives your pitiful state a look over before bringing his eyes back up to meet yours. “You look like a wet rat.”

“I, uh. Hello to you too?” you say as a question rather than a statement. “What are you doing here?”

Holding up a bag in his hand he nods towards it.

"Figured you might want to be dry and catch a ride home."

That did sound like the best thing ever at this point. You were sticky from the rain, your clothes clinging to your every curve. You were starting to feel gross like you were covered in slime from all of the rain. Maybe it was your brain going on autopilot or the steady flow of alcohol in your system. But you didn’t question him any further. He backs up from the bar and holds out his hand for you to take. With a soft smile, you hop down from your stool and let him guide you.

“The red room is free currently.” The bartender says.

Bakugo nods his head at the bar behind the bar and starts leading you towards the back of the club. As he pulls you along you start to see that he had a small group of people with him. Currently sitting at a table closer to the stage. And they were all familiar faces it turns out as you pass by the table. It looked to be the same men who were responsible for busting down your door that night. And holding you at gunpoint.

They simply smile, Kirishima even giving you a friendly wave as you pass by the table. With your free hand, you wave back excitedly at the men as you pass by.

Walking the short distance to the back you are met with a set of doors. Bakugo picks the one on the left, opening the door and holding it open for you. Once you were inside you were met with a completely different atmosphere than the rest of the bar. It looked like some kind of private room. With LED lights running along the top and bottom of the floor-to-ceiling walls. It was the strangest room you had seen so far. No matter where you turned you could see the entire room, thanks to the mirrors. Right in the middle of the room stood a Fancy looking chair. Decorative and gold, the low light highlighting its design.

"What is this?" You ask looking around.

You had a good idea of what it may be. But the alcohol in your system was making you a little clueless and curious at the same time. You knew it was stupid to ask such an obvious question, but you couldn’t help it. You knew what a gentlemen's club was, but you didn’t know what a room like this would be used for.

"You don't wanna know." He huffs a laugh at you.

He walks close enough to you to hold out the bag for you to take. As you go to open the bag a smile lights up your face at what you find. You pull out a large black hoodie, and a pair of black joggers. They were big, even for you but you weren’t one to complain. Sitting the bag down and placing the dry clothes on top of it you start to strip. Kicking off your stupid heels, letting them hit the floor with a thud. You reach around to your lower back and grab the zipper for your skirt. Sighing in relief as you pull the zipper down and are finally able to untuck the wet shirt you had on. You barely started to pull the shirt up your body before you hear Bakugo speak.

"Woah, I'm standing right here!" He barks, turning his face away from you.

When you look over at him you meet his eyes in the mirror. HE had turned himself around, but he was still able to see you thanks to mirrors.

"The room is full of mirrors silly!"

He shields his vision with his hand before he speaks again.

“I’m trying to be respectful here Sweetheart, and you're making it hard.” He laughs softly, shaking his head as he speaks.

I mean correct me if I'm wrong," You say unhooking your bra and letting it fall into the pile with your shirt. "I'm pretty sure you've seen this before."

You have been tipsy, but you still remember the ashy blond walking in on you mid-change. He even yelled at you for not shutting the door before you started to undress.

“Just like then, I’m trying to be respectful.” He says still holding his hand over his eyes.

"I don't know, guess I'm just not shy about it." You laugh, as you peel your panties down and let them collect on the top of the pile.

That was a bold face fucking lie. You were one hundred percent shy about being stripped down to nothing in front of him. Even with the alcohol making, you feel lightheaded and carefree. You could still feel your heart beating away in your chest. You stand there for a minute frozen as you look at him. Maybe your heart was racing. Because you were secretly hoping he would lose that respectableness' and take a peek at you. Maybe you wanted him to see you stripped down to nothing, waiting just a few feet away for him.

The man standing before you was probably the most good-looking person you had ever had a chance to see. His jawline was sharp, his cheekbones high and he had that hot ass body too. Lean and all muscle, and heavily tattooed. You had come to terms with the fact that you wanted him. Hell, you wanted him that first night. Even if he was injured and bleeding you still would have taken the chance to jump him. If only you were bold enough to make the first move.

In the back of your mind, you had the tiny hope they maybe he liked you too.

Shaking the thought from your mind you quickly turn to start redressing. He was probably losing patience with you already for having to drag himself out here to rescue you. The first thing you throw on is the joggers, they fit fairly well for a men's style cut. They were just too long for your legs. You wondered who they belonged to because it definitely wasn’t the man with you.

Now, the hoodie on the other hand looked big enough to fit him. It was almost like nothing to slip it on. Pushing your hands through the sleeves and bunching them up so your hands were free.

"You can turn around now." You smile at his back, even though he can't see it.

When he turned around he gives you a glance as if to confirm that you were in fact fully dressed. Before he turned the rest of his body. Looking down at the discarded clothes on the floor. He looks at them for a moment before locking his eyes back with you.

"You ready?" He asks.

Nodding your head you bend down to grab your wet clothes and shove them into the bag. It was easy enough thankfully you were able to hide your panties from him before he had a chance to see. Stuffing them deep into the bag under the rest of your clothes. With one last wet plop into the bag. You pick it up and walk towards him, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as you went.

“Ready,” You say and he holds his arm out for you to take.

The walk back into the main part of the bar was quiet. The only stop you make is when the two of you come across the table of his men, Now surrounded by four nearly naked women. One woman was rubbing the shoulder of the black-haired guy. The guy Bakugou had called dunceface had a topless woman straddling his lap. A goofy smile plastered on his face. And Kirishima? Well, there was a woman who had her ass barely sat on the table in front of him, her hands roaming the curves of his arms. If it wasn’t for the two inches of space left between them, she would have been sitting on his lap.

"I'm taking princess home, if anything pops up let me know," He says looking at Kirishima.

“No problem,” The redhead nods to Bakugou. Turning his attention away from the woman seated in from of him he smiles at you. “Don’t let him get you into any trouble,” He says with a wink.

"I'll make sure he is a good boy" You winked back at the redhead.

The round of laughter erupts from the table and fills the empty bar. Even if the situation was a little weird you couldn’t help but smile. It also didn’t hurt that you had your mystery man back, just to rescue you from your dreadful night.

He doesn’t linger as the men turn their attention back to the scantly clad women in front of them. Guiding you to the front door you see that the rain was still coming down hard. But a blacked-out SUV was parked and waiting on you. A man you've never seen before hops out of the driver's seat, umbrella in hand and runs over to you and Bakugo.

When he hands off the umbrella he stops himself before he walks. Glancing down to your free hand he sees the pair of heels you still had yet to put back on. Wordlessly he turns and picks you up with one arm. He doesn’t even grunt as he bears your weight with ease. Out of instinct you go and wrap your legs around him, and squeal at the attempt, he was going to make at carrying you.

“No, I’m too heavy for that!” you say panicking as he adjusts his grip on you.

“You calling me weak Sweetheart? I could hip thrust three times your weight easily.” He says with a smug tone.

He doesn’t give you any time to complain as he starts walking. Making sure that he keeps the umbrella over you, shielding your body from the heavy rain. The poor driver stood by the back passenger side door waiting for you to get close enough so he could open it. In a few quick strides, you made it close enough for the driver to open the door and let Bakugo sit you down in the seat. You quickly scoot over so he can follow you in. The door closed and you saw the driver round the big SUV and open his door, jumping inside.

The car had been running the entire time, so the inside was nice and warm. The leather seats were nice and toasty as you settle yourself into them. Bakugou’s thigh came to rest next to yours as the driver puts the vehicle into drive and takes off down the street. You soak in the quiet warm atmosphere of the car, thankful that you were rescued from such a terrible day.

"So wanna tell me what happened?" Bakugou was the one to break the silence.

You sigh loudly, not wanting to relive the day's hellscape.

"Long day at work, boss is a pain in the ass. Has me doing intern work, fetching coffee delivering mail that kind of stuff. I ripped my favorite skirt halfway through the day. I just wanted to go home and forgot about all this shit. I was driving my car, singing my little heart out, then poof!" You make an explosion sound effect and use your hands to make an explosion. "My car died. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Oh, I bet she knows just about everything there is to know about cars right?" You laugh at your joke." It's all a lie, I don't know the first thing about cars! So I spend money I don't have to get my car towed. Decide to finally walk home, in these horrible heels."

"Then it started raining on you." He finishes your long rant about the day's mishaps.

"Exactly! Like I can't catch a break today." You sigh again, finally leaning back into the seat.

"You have some shitty luck sweetheart, lucky for you I showed up."

"How did you know where I was?" You finally ask.

He just smirks at you "I have my ways."

What the hell does that even mean? You were certain he had completely forgotten about you, but maybe he was keeping tabs on you this whole time. But why? You weren’t important, and you didn’t serve much of a purpose other than giving him some shitty stitches.

"Fine, keep your secrets." You pout, sticking your tongue out at him.

He laughs at you. "You’re not hard to track down."

'Excuse me?" You gawk "I work and go home, I don't have time for anything else."

"I know.' He says casually.

"If I didn't know any better I would say you were calling me boring." You huff out.

"Nah, just overwhelmed. Can't enjoy life when all you do is work and sleep."

I mean he was right. You didn't have time for anything outside of working and sleeping to prepare for work. As bad as it sucked you had no choice but to live like that. You had to work overtime every week just to be able to pay your bills. But you were a single woman in the city, you had to do what you needed to survive.

"That obvious Huh?" You laugh a little sad.

"As I said, you're easy to track. But it seems like your weekend is free now." He looks at you and winks.

Even with the alcohol flowing through your system, you can feel your cheeks flood with heat.

"I appreciate you taking me home, by the way." You say turning your head away to look out the window.

The only problem was. That you were slowly making your way in the opposite direction of your apartment. To the suburbs outlining the city. And come to think of it Bakugou didn't tell the driver and directions, he just took off.

"Yer staying with me tonight, I wanna make sure you don't get sick."

"What no! I'm fine, I don't get sick easily plus I don't wanna put you out." Your panicking rant falls from your lips.

"Are you arguing with me, sweetheart?"

"No, I just. You don't have to do that for me. You've already done more than enough to help." You say pointing to the dry clothes and waving your other hand around to the vehicle hour sitting in.

He looked a little taken aback by your words, his eyes widening for just a second but you were able to catch it.

"Just let me be nice, I don't get to do it often."

Well, that was unexpected coming from him. Because despite how the two of you had met just a month prior he had been nothing but nice to you. You hadn't done anything to deserve him being nice for no reason. You definitely didn't want to call yourself trusting of others. Because time and time again you were proven to be a fool.

But who knows maybe he was taking pity on you.

The vehicle you were in continued to drive down the highway. Away from the lights of the city, and you were headed to the suburbs now. The fancy gated communities and manicured landscapes. Started making their appearance once the driver found the right exit. Pulling up to a guard shack the driver waits for the arm blocking the lane to move. Hearing a click and like magic, the arm lifted allowing him to continue to drive.

Bakugo was typing away on his phone, his leg bouncing next to yours. It was silent again between you, but you wanted to be the one to break it this time.

“Fine, but next time I get to kidnap you ok?” you say laughing softly at the running joke.

“Oh yeah?” he asks. “And where do you plan to take me?”

You think on for a moment, as he looks at you. He had his phone in his hand, lighting up his face.

“I don’t know, but Maybe we can do something fun that doesn’t require me to break out a suture kit, or drown in the rain.” You shrug nothing was immediately coming to mind, now that you were put on the spot.

You feel him turn in his seat, adjusting himself to face you. A sly grin plastered on his handsome face.

“And what if I decide to keep you huh?” He says leaning towards you. “You’ve caused me a lot of trouble so far.”

From the way he worded it you would have taken it as an insult. But it was the way that said it that caused your stomach to fill with butterflies. His voice dropped, leaving you clutching on to each deep and rough word he said. Not to mention how he was steadily invading your personal space by how close he was leaning into you. Your breath catches in your throat. But before he has time to elaborate the vehicle you are in comes to a stop. Feeling the park being put into park and the driver rounding the car.

He pulls away from you right as his door swings open, the rain still pouring down right outside. The driver once again offered the umbrella in his hand to Bakugou as he slid out of the seat to stand. Adjusting his clothing a bit before he turned his attention to you.

“You comin?” He asks, a smirk still on his face. “Or are you gonna make me drag you out?”

Oh, fuck. Why did that make your stomach flip so hard? The thought of getting manhandled by him, makes your brain shut down for a minute. But apparently, it was more than enough time for him to keep good on his promise. Before you realize what is happening he leans into the vehicle and grabs your ankle. Tugging you roughly across the seat. Sliding right up to the edge of the car door, your legs landing just outside of his. You can’t help the embarrassed yelp that leaves you as you are then grabbed by the hips. One of his hands finding your mid back and hoisting you out of the seat like you weighed nothing. You quickly throw your arms around his neck and lock your legs around his waist.

He carried you just like that all the way to the front door. The driver holding the umbrella again. As he had one strong hand firmly planted right above the swell of your ass. His fingers dug into the fatty area. With his other hand now free he quickly typed in a code on the security panel by the front door. And you hear a set of clicks as the door unlocks.

The problem was he didn't let you down once you crossed the threshold into his home. Instead, he kicks off his shoes by the door and walks you further inside the house. Using his other hand to switch on lights as he passes them. He didn't stop until you had walked through the living room and into the kitchen. When he finally lets you go, he sits you gently on the counter.

He doesn't let go of you right away, he only pulls his head back far enough to look at your face. His eyes meet yours for a moment before his eyes dart down to your lips. A smile creeps onto his face when you subconsciously run your tongue across your lips.

"What?" You ask feel rather shy now.

This man must love intimidating people because every time he had close contact with you. He had the same shit-eating grin on his face. His hands find your hips, grabbing hold of them like he was waiting for you to fall over or something.

“Probably wanna get a shower in before I feed ya.” He says low, almost like he had something else he wanted to say instead.

“Yeah, actually that would be great,” You say innocently.

“Up the stairs, second door on the right. Can’t miss it.”

Your stomach was doing the thing again where it felt like it was on a huge drop on a rollercoaster.

“Oh, you don’t wanna carry me there too? Some kidnapper you are.” You blurt out trying to be funny.

And you thought it was hilarious too until you feel his hand come up and hold you under your chin. His thumb was on one side of your jaw, and his fingers splayed on your other cheek. The pressure he held on your face caused your lips to pucker out and part, forcing a small gasp to escape.

“You enjoy being a brat huh?” He asks leaning forward far enough so his lips grazed the lobe of your ear. “Just so happens I specialize in taming that shit. So I suggest you take your pretty little ass upstairs and get in that shower, or else.” He practically purrs in your ear.

You are fairly certain you blacked out there for a second. With the heat of his breath fanned out across your skin leaving goosebumps behind. You could only sit there frozen in his grasp. Maybe it was your wishful mind playing tricks on you. But you could swear that was intended to get this exact kind of reaction out of you. He knew you were attracted to him, and he was using it to probably play you. There was absolutely no way this man found you attractive.

“I, I-” You can’t help but stutter.

Your brain felt so foggy, and your body warm. And the hand on your hip slowly works its way down your thigh. His fingers trailed lightly over your clothed leg. Drifting further and further towards your innermost thigh. When he pulls back even the alcohol in your system couldn’t blur the way his pupils were dilated, his breath heavy. Like he was trying to keep himself composed around you.

Maybe you weren’t reading it wrong after all.

He pulls his head back just enough to place a soft kiss on your cheek before he lets you go. Backing up completely from you, and leaning against the counter a few steps away from him. He crosses his arms and stares you down, His eyes raking over your body. And you can’t help but do the same to him. You let your eyes wander down to the tight shirt he is wearing. How each crevice and crease lands right where a well-defined muscle is. How his pants sit perfectly around his hips. And your eyes can’t help but widen when you see the clear outline of a bulge sitting in his pants.

Darting your eyes away you can’t help but feel heat flood your body.

“Go on Sweetheart, I’ll find something for you to wear.” He says with a soft laugh at your embarrassment.

You are on autopilot as you hop down from the counter and shuffle your way out of the kitchen. You didn’t even bother to really take in his house as you ran away. Your mind was still too busy clearing the fog to worry about the lavish home you found yourself in. Making your way up the staircase, you find the door he mentioned just a few minutes before. And when you open it you are greeted by a Black and red bedroom. Everything from the soft lighting to the deep red and dusty black was a sight to behold. The room was massive, probably the same size as your entire apartment. The curtains were already drawn closed over the windows. And you glanced around at the minimal art that was around. Decorative and expensive-looking pieces hung from the walls. Walking towards the open bathroom door you pass over a lush carpet beneath your feet.

As you finally enter the bathroom the light comes on automatically for you. And while you never thought you would ever say this, the bathroom is stunning. Dark-colored tile made up the floors and walls. Soft lighting emits from various places around the tiled walls. There was a double sink in the same dark brown color as the tile. n elegant oval tub sat behind a pair of glass doors on the back wall. Everything was sleek and dark, a true beauty to behold. The only problem was that you didn’t see the shower. Walking further into the bathroom you see there is a half wall just to your left. As you peer around the corner you finally see the shower. Large open, with wood slats as the floor.

“Touch the panel to start the water.” you hear Bakugous voice call out.

Whipping your head back around the corner and to the door, you don't see him, but he was definitely in the bedroom now. Seeing as the doorway was clear you turn back around to search for the panel he mentioned. Spotting it right by the entrance of the shower. You tap the screen lightly, and it comes to life. It was easy enough to figure out. Tapping a few buttons to fix the temperature you tap on the start button and the shower magically starts.

You peek around the corner one more time to check if he had walked in. Suddenly paranoid he might catch a glimpse of you naked. Even though just an hour earlier you were completely bare. Just a few inches away from him silently hoping he would turn around to see you.

When the coast was still clear you quickly began to strip. The large black hoodie you were wearing slipped off your boy without a struggle. And one swift tug to the joggers you wore left them in a little pile around your feet. Stepping out of them, you scoot the used clothes to the side, making sure to remember to pick them up later.

And you were pretty sure this was close to heaven as you were ever gonna get. Steady streams of water jutted out of the wall, cascading over your body. While the rainfall shower head in the ceiling melted away any and all care you had at the moment. The water was so warm compared to the last rain bath you had received. You let yourself soak in the water for a few minutes. Just enjoying the soft massage of water hitting your tired skin.

You grab the bottle for the shampoo and pop it open. You are met with hints of rosemary and thyme, maybe even a little mint. Whatever it was it smelled delightful. Dropping some into your hand you wash your hair. Making sure that you work your fingers through any tangles you find. Once that was done you grab the matching conditioner and do the same. Loving the way it made your hair feel after it was washed out. The only other bottle that was left was a body wash, popping the top open you bring it up t your nose and take a whiff. Instantly you catch notes of woodsy amber and smoke. A rich masculine smell that was for sure. It definitely reminded you of the flirty blonde that was somewhere in the house, waiting for you.

You have to admit you were a little sad when you finally tapped the screen in the shower to turn it off. But you couldn’t very well stay in there forever. You peek around the corner and to your surprise, you see that the clothes you had kicked to the side were missing. And there was a fluffy black towel hanging almost eye level with you. Looking around you see a pile of clothes sitting on the edge of the long sink. The only thing you could think of was that he had quietly made his way in and put the items there for you.

Grabbing the towel you wrap it around yourself and start to dry off. The towel was long enough that it wrapped around you with ease. It didn’t even leave a gap in the front like your other towels did at home. Once you finally step out of the shower mostly dry you head to the clothing that had been laid out for you. Picking it up you see that it was a large and very comfy-looking shirt, one that had been worn for years. Faded and soft in your hands. Under it, you find a simple pair of black boxer briefs.

You throw the shirt on, making sure to pull your hair up and out of the way. It hit you about mid-thigh and felt so soft against your freshly clean skin. You turn and grab the pair of boxer briefs and laugh slightly as you pull them on. They clearly weren't your size, and they fit you more like a pair of boxers would than anything else. But still, you appreciated the courtesy. Of him not leaving you completely bare under the shirt.

Once you were dressed you made your way back down the stairs. As soon as you hit the bottom of them you were met with the delightful aroma of food being cooked. It was more than enough to have your mouth watering just from the smell alone.

The tiled floor felt cold as you shuffle your way back to the kitchen. And there is where you are sure you felt your jaw hit the floor. There stood Bakugou his back to you. No shirt to be seen, and a pair of black sweatpants. That were dangerously close to showing you more than you thought you would ever be ready to see. In the light of the kitchen, you could see the detail of the tattoos on his skin.

Almost all of the skin on his back was covered in ink and was beautiful work. Highly detailed and looked like it took quite a few sessions to complete. You could also see the faint lines from scars on his back and shoulders. Spread out among his absolutely ripped back.

“We’ll pick you up something a little closer to your size tomorrow.” He says casually, not bothering to turn to you. “Go sit, I'm almost done.”

You don’t know why but you nod your head and walk towards the breakfast nook in the corner of the kitchen. Feeling embarrassed once again because he didn’t actually see you nod your head. You just silently followed his demand. Scooting yourself further, you see he already has two cups and silverware for the two of you.

You watch as he starts plating the food, and walks over to you. He sits your food down in front of you and instead of taking the spot across the table like you thought he would. He sits down right beside you, pushing you into the corner more.

“It looks delicious!” You say and you finally glance down at the food in front of you.

He doesn’t reply, but he gives you another smirk. Like he knows just how good his cooking skills are. You both eat in peaceful silence. Neither one of you bothered by just enjoying the company of each other as you eat. And you didn’t realize just how hungry you were until you were stuffing the last bite of food into your mouth. a dopey smile on your face.

“So it was good huh?” He asks like he didn’t already know.

“I’m gonna need that like, every day.” You giggle looking at him.

“So food is the way to your heart, got it.” He smirks before grabbing your empty plate and used fork.

He sits them on top of his own plate and drinks the last of the drink in his cup. Before taking it too and walking over to the sink. Sitting them down, and starting the water.

“I can do that!” You chime scooting yourself over to the edge of the bench and standing up. “You cooked, I can clean.”

I mean that was the least you could do given all the things he has done for you this evening.

“I’ll wash and you can dry, then we can go to bed. How about that?” He asks.

You nod your head in agreement, the threat of sleep was luring you in. And it was quick washing up the mess from dinner. He grabbed and scrubbed the dishes before washing them off and handing them to you to dry. Each one fits into the drying rack like a game of Tetris.

Once it was done he takes the wet rag from you and hands you a fresh one, letting you dry your hands off, and setting it down.

“Come on, I’m beat.” He says nodding towards the stairs.

You follow shortly behind him as he leads the way out of the kitchen and turns off the light. All the way up the stairs and into the short hallway. His hands reach out and one by one the house starts to go dark behind you. You follow him into his bedroom unsure of where he wanted you to go. You stand a little awkwardly in the middle of the room while he works his way over to a shiny long black dresser. Opening the second drawer and pulling out a single pair of red-checkered boxer briefs.

“You can lay down, the bed is way better than that shit you sleep on,” He says over his shoulder.

You glance between him and the bed, was he really going to have you sleep in here with him?

“Are you sure you don’t wanna put me in a guest room or something? I don’t wanna invade your personal space,” You say a little shyly.

“Sweetheart, I know I didn’t take you to dinner. But I’m pretty sure those little moans you were letting out meant the food was good. “ He gives you the most devilish smirk “I’m getting a shower, I’ll be quick.”

Oh, fuck did he really just throw your stupid joke back at you? The memory still made you cringe every time you thought about it. How you accidentally let it slip that he needed to take you out for dinner before he tried to get you into bed. This was just proof he was never going to let you live that down.

You almost wanna throw yourself onto the bed though, it was large and looked comfortable. As you hear the water start up in the bathroom, you think it's best to do as he says. The last thing you needed was for him to accuse you of trying to sneak a peek at him. by continuing to stand in directly in line with the still open bathroom door. You advert your gaze before you see him start to shamelessly strip and head for the bed. Pulling the covers down just far enough to climb inside.

And why you ever thought this was a bad idea you will never know. As soon as your head hits the pillows you are once again brought to the edge of heaven. The pillows, the blankets, even the bed left like you were laying on a cloud. It was almost too much for you to comprehend in your still slightly drunken state.

You lay there in bed blissfully unaware of the sound of the shower turning off. or the light switching off IN the bathroom. The only thing that had you coming back down to earth was the slight dip the bed made on the opposite side of you. Hair is still damp and not as spiky as before. his chest bare and those boxer briefs clinging to his muscular thighs. leaving nothing to the imagination.

You turn your head away before you get caught staring yet again. And you feel the covers being pulled back so he could lay down. There was still a decent amount of distance between you, but he didn’t let that last long. As soon as the final light went out he threw a large arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. Your back resting against his chest, his head resting just above yours on his pillow.

He felt so warm against you, one of his legs pushing between yours as he made himself comfortable. The only problem you had was that you suddenly forgot how to breathe. As his hand finds its way under the hem of your borrowed shirt and rests gently on your stomach.

“You good?” he asks his head dipping slightly to look over at you.

All you can manage is to shake your head slightly and close your eyes. You were nervous as hell, You hadn’t been this close to someone in a very long time. Even if you were struck stupid by his good looks, You still had that lingering fear that he didn’t like you like that.

“You can talk, I’m not gonna bite. Yet, at least,” He whispers the last part into your ear.

“You can’t say stuff like that!” You finally manage to get out.

You tried to squirm against his hold on you. But all he did was wrap his arm tighter around your midsection and push his leg further up between your legs. Forcing a gasp out of you when you feel his thigh rub right against your pussy. Giving you just the tiniest amount of friction.

“And why not?” He asks again, but this time he kisses your exposed jaw.

“I know you don’t like me, and that's ok. I jus-”

He didn’t let you finish before he bites down gently on your neck. Forcing a whimper out of you as his teeth sink into your tender flesh. At the same time, he pushes on your body forcing you to roll your hips against the thigh slotted between your legs.

“Sweetheart,” He starts before forcing you to roll onto your back and look at him. “ You think I’m gonna go out of my way to pick up a woman from a dingy ass strip club if I didn’t find her attractive?”

You tried to turn your head away but his hand shot up and grabs your chin forcing you to keep eye contact.

“ You think I would bring you all the way to my house, cook you dinner and let you lay in my bed if I didn't like you?” He asks again

He rolls you over to lay flat on your back. And he sits up long enough to slither between your legs, the shirt you were wearing riding up in the process. He looks down at you and even in the dark, you can see the hunger in his eyes.

“The only fucking reason I’m not ripping off your clothes and fucking you into these sheets. Is because you're still drunk.”

You whimper as he rolls his hips into your clothed core. The added fricken from the growing erection in his boxer briefs catching on your clit. He may be saying one thing, but his body was saying something completely different. With another roll of his hips, he grinds you harder on him. Leaning forward enough to meet your lips with the faintest touch of his.

“And I want you to remember every single moment when I completely ruin you.” He all but whispers into your lips.

You lean up just far enough to close the distance between the two of you. His lips crashed down on yours. Taking the time to take your bottom lip between his teeth and suck on the supple flesh. His kiss turned hungry as another whine escapes you, begging him for more. You were never the type to fuck on the first date. But just from this, you were thinking about throwing that all into the wind. You wanted everything and more that he was willing to give you. Your body was aching with the need for that sweet release.

“Please,” You beg between kisses.

He groans as he hears the whiny plea fall from your lips. His hands coming up to grope at your breasts through his shirt. His fingers easily find your pert nipples. And roll one between his thumb and finger. His head dipped just low enough to suck the other one into his mouth, and rolling his tongue over it. You didn’t care if he completely soaked the whole shirt, you wanted more.

“Please,” You whine a bit louder, you wanted him to take you.

He lifts himself away from your chest long enough to say. “ I’m trying to stay respectful, and you're making that hard. So fucking hard.”

In the back of your mind, you knew that you were pushing a limit with him. But the call of your body was forcing that thought to be drowned out with pleas for ecstasy.

“Respect me tomorrow,” The words fall from your lips before you can stop them.

He growls before he lifts himself off of you. Staring at your exposed skin with hungry eyes. You see his resolve slipping as he stares down to where you two are still connected. barely anything keeping him from keeping his word of not fucking you into his mattress. He gives himself a moment to think before he grabs the hem of your borrowed underwear. And jerks it down and over your ass, your legs flying up at the intensity of his strength. He pulls your legs up with the underwear as he slides them off of your legs. Letting them fall from his hand and onto the floor next to the bed.

As your legs bounce back to the bed, he grabs a hold of your thighs, forcing them apart. Sliding them down until his thumbs catch on your lips and he uses his thumbs to pull them open. Taking a moment to appreciate the already soaking wet slick seeping out of your hole.

“I’ve barely even touched you and look at how fucking wet you are.” He smirks, “But I’m still not gonna fuck you tonight Princess,”

You didn’t get to open your mouth to protest before you feel one of his long thick fingers dip into your folds. A sinful moan breaks free as his finger finally comes into contact with your clit. He rubs a soft circular pattern against your sensitive bud. that already had you bucking against him. His free hand comes up to grab your hip stilling your movements.

“But maybe I’ll let you cum on my fingers if you ask nicely.”

Even the sound of his voice sent a shock straight to your pussy. You just knew he had to feel it when you clenched around nothing as he spoke.

“Please, Let me cum.”

You didn’t have to bed very hard for him to cave to your request. Because as soon as you said those words he lets his hand dip lower. The same finger that was on your clit, was now teasing your entrance. If only he would let go of your hip you could easily force his finger to slide into you.

“You want daddy to take care of you baby?” He coos at you.

And you feel him slip his finger just a little bit further into you. At this point, you had no problem sounding like a wonton whore, willing to do anything he asked. Just as long as he stopped teasing you.

“Please Daddy, I want your fingers in me.”

In one solid motion, he pushes his thick finger inside you. Hitting that perfect spot just outside of your own reach. Pulling the digit out he instantly pushes back into you. Setting a rough piston of his finger, drilling into the spongy little bundle of nerves. He finally releases his hold on your hip and lets you rock in motion with him. Meeting the pace he set. When he sees just how hard you working to meet his hand, he was quick to add another finger. Stretching you wider to fit his girthy fingers.

“What a needy little slut I found huh? All fucking soft and sweet, just waiting for me.” He says curling his fingers, Forcing a high-pitched whine to echo on the walls. “You gonna be my good girl and cum for me?” He asks, slapping the outside of your thigh for extra emphasis.

“Yes, please wanna come so bad.”

Your eyes lolled shut, and you bit into your lower lip as you feel the telltale signs of your climax creeping up. You never came this easy before. It had been barely ten minutes and this man was already on the verge of making you lose it.

“God, you're clenching my fingers so fucking tight. I can’t wait to have that little cunt wrapped around my cock.” He Moans slipping a third finger into your already tight hole, he drives the digits onto you with a purpose. “Come on show me how much of a good girl you are.” His thumb rises up long enough to start assaulting your clit. Everything from the pressure he had to the pace he set was intended to make you come.

Fuck, that was all it took to have you falling over the edge, your climax shooting off in your body. The overwhelming sensation as his fingers still move in and out of you. Working with your body to ride out your high. His thumb still moving in strong strokes against your bundle of nerves. Had you crying out in pleasure. His own choked moan left him as he rocked himself with you, working you through your orgasm.

As you tried to catch your breath he took a moment to catch his own. Before he finally pulled his fingers out of you and hold them up to inspect. He reached with his free hand and tapped a button and the bedside lights turned on. With the light on you could see just how covered his hand had become with your release. Sticky clear lines connected his fingers.

Before he had the chance to move his hand, you grab it and bring it down to your open mouth. Pulling his long slick covered digits into your mouth. Sucking and swirling your tongue around each one, cleaning up the mess you had made.

“Oh, fuck, fuck!”

You watch as his eyes roll back and his hips stutter against you, A breath moan catching in his throat. His other hand comes up to grab your hip, grinding your bare pussy against his strained erection. The grip he has on your hip is mean, his fingers digging into your skin. All the while his hips buck into you. You watch in a post-orgasm high as his head falls forward and he lets out a breathy chuckle. Popping his fingers slowly out of your mouth you give him his hand back, still covered in your spit.

“I can’t believe I fucking came from that.” He laughs fully as he lifts his head to meet your fucked out expression. “That was a dirty little trick you just pulled.”

You can’t help but giggle as he pulls himself away. And you both stare at the evidence of his unexpected release. Leaving quite a damp spot in front of his checkered boxer briefs. He rolls himself off of the bed and disappears into the bathroom, the lighting turning on as soon as he walks in. Just a minute later he comes back out with a damp cloth in hand. Stopping on long enough to grab two new sets of his underwear from the dresser and beelines to the bed. Crawling his way back to you.

He takes the warm cloth and starts to clean you up. Making sure you move gently around the overstimulated area. Tossing the rag to the side he takes the fresh pair of boxer briefs and slides each leg through the holes. Pulling them up and over your ass with ease. He moves off the bed again only long enough to strip his soiled briefs down and let them hit the floor. This time though you didn’t bother to turn away. He had just been three fingers deep in you, the least you could let yourself do was stare at his ass. While he wiped away his mess. As soon as he was clean he redressed and let the now cold rag hit the floor. Walking back over to his side, he crawls in and pulls the rumpled covers over both of you.

Pulling you into him once again, your back resting against his chest. He kisses the back of your shoulder before letting his head hit the pillow.

It didn’t take long at all for sleep to claim you. Now that your body was finally exhausted and worn out from the intense orgasm you had. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed anymore, because as much as he tried to talk shit.

…So you can imagine how stunned and surprise he was as you pinned him to the wall, knee pressing into his crotch roughly and lips engaging his in a sloppy kiss.

You can imagine his surprise that quickly melted into arousal when you pushed and pulled him around as if he weren’t all muscle. He, the mighty Toji Fushiguro on your bed, shirtless and breathless. His back hit the bed, and he barely had any time to say anything before your hungry lips started sucking yet another hickey onto him.

“W-wait-” he could only stutter, and you glanced up at him, as if urging him to go on.

“What’s wrong, don’t want this?” You asked, now pulled back and licking your lips. Maybe it was just because he was so terribly turned on at the moment, but he swore that you’d been trying to tease him with it. “If you don’t want it, then leave. I don’t play with little kittens like you.” Toji let out an involuntary whimper. Oh, kitten. No one has ever called him that before, no one dared, yet the word rolled off your tongue so easily.

“I want it, I’m just-” He cut himself off with a tight-lipped moan as you brushed your thumbs over his nipple piercings. Have they always been this sensitive? And when did your hand get there?

“Embarrassed?” You finished his sentence off for him, seeing how he hesitated. He avoided eye contact with you, coughing a little awkwardly. You huffed, fingers now moving to pinch his nipples, making him moan shakily. “First time being dominated, hm? By how you were seducing me back there, you’re definitely not a virgin.” When he still refused to look into your eyes, you rolled your eyes and gave him a slap on his chest. The man yelped, jolting slightly as he finally looked at you, the sedcutive confidence from earlier completely gone.

“…Please,” he muttered, breathing laboured. With how inexperienced he was as a submissive, you decided it was good enough for now.

“Ride my thigh, here,” you said, or rather, commanded as you switched positions with him, now leaning against the headboard as you stretched your legs before the large man. He’d wanted to ask if you were really able to hand of all of… him on your thigh like that, but decided not to with how your eyes had been focused on him like he were prey.

Toji straddled your thigh, adjusting himself slightly before giving an experimental thrust. He gasped softly, eyebrows scrunching together as he chewed on his lip slightly. It was good, so good. The only problem was the layers of clothing separating his dick and your thigh. He gave a thrust, then another, and he slowly moved into a rhythm, humping your thigh pathetically as the lewdest sounds slipped out of his lips.

“Aww, Toji.” His eyes met yours for a second before a particular thrust had him tossing his head back. “Look at that, you’re making such a mess of yourself.” You reached up and caressed his face, almost softly, and Toji realized that his drool formed a thin line, dribbling onto your jeans. Though, he couldn’t be sure it was all drool. He’d been so wet that a small dark spot had started to bloom on his crotch. “Disgusting.” You sneered, and he whined, pressing his head into your hand.

“Can I take off my pants?” He begged, and you practically glared at him, reminding him to add a “please” behind his request. You’d think he would know what to do as a sub since he’s fucked so many people before.

“Sure.” He practically scrambled off your lap, pulling his pants down to his ankles before he reached for his briefs. “But not those.” You swore that he almost gave you a betrayed look before he sighed softly, moving back to straddle your thigh. “And are you forgetting something?” Toji stared as you for a moment, wrecking his brains with much difficulty, before he realized.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, what?”

“…Thank you… Master.” The blush that spread across his cheeks was more than adorable. “Fuck.” You grinned, bouncing your thigh as a reward for him. His eyes roll back, and he bit his bottom lip harshly to choke back the moan that almost escaped him. After a small while, he’d started moving again, gradually speeding up as he chased his high. His head was tilted back, body leaning forward slightly to roll his hips against your thigh. You watched as he gasped and whined, his muscular thighs tensing as his cock rubbed against the rough fabric of your pants just right. He was close, so so close, yet so far. Grinding on your thigh alone wasn’t enough, and the thin piece of fabric, being is underwear, was still too thick for him to get enough pressure to get himself off. “Master I-” he mewled, not being able to cum causing frustration to build. “I… need help.”

You lifted a brow at the man, a smirk creeping onto your face. “Oh?”

“Please… help me… to cum.” You stared at him, and he looked back at you, lip quivering slightly. You had an unreadable expression on your face, and you contemplated for a moment before grinning.

“Good boy.” You said, and he looked confused for a second, before that expression faded and changed into one of pleasure instead. You cupped his boner in your hand, massaging it and pressing circles on his sensitive tip. You gripped his shoulder firmly before giving him a shove, causing Toji to fall back against the bed. You then leaned down, spreading his thighs apart before sucking on his erection hard. You let your nails rake down the inside of his thighs, leaving red scratch marks in their wake. The man groaned, strong fingers finding purchase in the fluffy sheets. He hated to admit, but this was… nicer than he thought. When was the last time he was spoiled?

With that thought, Toji came with a cry. His entire body convulsed as his thighs clamped around your head, making you stay in place as he thrusted up to you, bathing in the pleasure of his orgasm.

“Good job, baby,” you cooed, wiping his cum from your lips before smearing it onto his body. “Though I’d much like it if you came on command.”

“I told you to shut that fucking mouth.”

Your harsh, commanding words could only be heard by none other than the Pro Hero Dyna-Might, who was squirming in his seat, praying to god no one could hear his soft sobs through his office door.

No one but you, anyway.

“Fu-UCK, fuckkkk, ahhh- Hhhh~” he gasped, arching back in his seat, letting his tie hang to the side, his dress shirt conveniently tight enough to show those cute little nipples pressing through. He rolled his hips, and that fat cock, right into your hand.

You didn’t even have to try.

It was pathetic, really.

Your hand was stroking him sharply and mercilessly while you looked down at him, almost disgusted.

You leaned down, your cherry glossed lips resting against his equally red ear. “You know what happens when I have to repeat myself, right?” You whispered, squeezing his tip harder, thankfully using the blunt part of your fingers. You were trying to remind him, trying to convey to him that the pain you would inflict would not be pleasant.

But perhaps it was you who needed reminding. Reminding that Katsuki Bakugou, #2 Pro Hero, and famously sought after-

-was a whore, through and through.

A whore for pain, specifically.

So, he welcomed the harsh squeeze of his leaking tip with a shaky gasp and another stream of pre that was honestly more of a burden for you than anything. He gripped the sides of his chair, face hot, and muscles flexing with all their might to prevent him from cumming so fucking quickly.

He knew he had a meeting in a few minutes, but-

“Who’s gonna clean up your mess, Mr. CEO?”

You know what, fuck that meeting.

He fucked his mess of a cock into your stupidly skilled hands, fuck, your hands felt too good-

“Shi-iiitt, m-me, I’ll clean- fu-fuckkkk!”

Katsuki Bakugou was in complete agreement with the situation, he liked the situation. He liked giving up his control to someone who shouldn’t even have had it in the first place.

He likes to think back to the day you’d walked in on him moaning and writhing in that very office, in the very seat, to a clip of someone repeating ‘you disgust me’ over and over again.

No one would have believed you that Dyna-Might was secretly a masochist.

Good thing you’d remembered to record.

Better thing that he liked being recorded. That he liked playing Russian roulette with his career, that he was welcoming of risks.

Suddenly, there was a knocking at his office door, accompanied by the jiggling of his locked doorknob.

Fuck, that meeting!

“Oh, don’t come in, I’ve got something top secret with me right now.” You call out to whoever was behind his door.

“…top secret?” It was his agent. He liked that she was always on top of things, but fuck, if that wasn’t pissing him off right then.

“Yes, and it’ll be a catastrophe if it were to fall into the wrong hands.” You say, making sure to squeeze the base of his cock harder as you speak.

“Oh no! It sounds quite serious!”

“Quite.”

“W-well, I’ll make sure not to waste your time any further, then! There’s a executive’s meeting, but Dyna-Might isn’t anywhere to be seen…have you seen him?”

“Have I seen, him?” You ask, your strokes becoming quicker and sharper, nails grazing him without a thought. “Oh, yes, he’s right here with me, working on this top secret something. Say hi to your agent, Dyna-Might….”

“Ha- aah- f-fuck off!” He gasped, hips stuttering brokenly.

“Dyna-Might! The executives are looking for you! Are you alright?”

“Yes, just- mmmnh- I’m fucking busy, okay!?” He was practically fucking your hand, fist against his lips and head tilted down. “C-come back later,” he practically whined.

Your other hand grazed the inside of his thigh through his pants. “You’re tense, Mr. CEO. Don’t let her hear that.” You look toward his door. “You know what, you’ll get your CEO, very soon.”

The agent seemed to like the sound of this because her voice immediately perked up. “Really? How long are we talking?”

You suddenly take the hand on his thigh and move it toward his chest, squeezing his nipple as you stroke him with everything you had.

“AHHH- MMM- fucckkkk-” This felt so good, this felt so good, fuckfuckfuckfuckkk….

“Shh…” you simply say to him before pressing your lips against his.

That was it.

He came, spurting white hot ropes of cum onto your hand, body trembling, and eyes teary. He moaned shamelessly against your lips, because who would hear him?

“E-excuse me, when will Dyna-Might make an appearance?”

his words taper off into a breathy exhale as you release his length, hand coming to rest along the inside of his thigh. “not your cock, hm?” he nods dumbly, even the slight movement making his eyes swirl with dizzying colors. 

“please not my cock,” he slurs, drool pooling at the corner of his lips. his hazy eyes search for yours, pleading. “’nywhere else, jus’ not my cock.”

“aw, anywhere else?” you coo, letting go of his neck to thread your fingers through his hair. shuffling back, you put a hand on his upper back, tenderly pushing him forward until he’s on his hands and knees, back arching. “how ‘bout this cute ass, then? you mind if i play with it?”

he spreads his legs wide, allowing you to kneel between the back of his thighs and mold the flesh of his ass. his body’s too tired for him to balance his weight of his forearms, so he’s like putty below you, responsive and willing and unable to fight the pleasure you give him.

“no,” he responds, muffled by how his face is pressed into the sheets. “touch me... there. please.”

“there you go,” you purr. “telling me what you want.”

atsumu’s ears practically perk up at the telltale sound of the bottle of lube being opened. you lather up a couple of fingers and he keens, a sound that’s torn from his chest, as you circle his rim. he subconsciously wiggles his hips, trying to get you inside him already, and you scoff, giving him a sharp slap on the ass and making him whine.

“don’t be bad,” you scold, punctuating your order with pinching his flesh.

“sorry,” he snivels, “sorry. jus’ want it so bad, y'always make me feel so good.”

you lean forward to kiss the back of his neck and he shudders at the affection. “i know, baby,” you whisper in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “i’ll make you feel good, don’t worry.”

you ease all his concerns by pushing your fingers in all the way to the third knuckle and he thrashes, nothing but hiccups and moans pouring from his mouth. his tight hole flutters around the intrusion and you grin, prodding your fingertips along his prostate and watching how his knuckles whiten.

“oh god,” he wails. “oh,” you pull your fingers out completely, before immediately thrusting back in, “god.”

you push and pull in and out in a steady rhythm, and just when atsumu starts to get comfortable, just when he starts shifting his hips back to meet your fingers, you add a third, forcing his eyes to roll back.

“you think you could cum just from this?” you purr, other hand rubbing circles along his lower back. “you think you could cum just from my fingers in your ass like a slut?”

he replies instantaneously, a garbled “yes” spilling from his lips as easy as air from his lips. “i’m your slut,” he mumbles. “and you feel so,” a fourth finger joins the other three, “so good, fuck!”

you let your fingers fill him whole, refusing to pull them out and instead just rotating your wrist and letting them press fully against his prostate. “that feel good? huh?”

“fuck, i’m gonna cum,” he says in a hushed tone, hands clenching into tight fists. you hold down on the bundle of nerves and he gasps, fighting to get air into his lungs. “gonna cum so hard.”

“do it, baby. be a good boy ‘n cum.”

“gonna,” he chokes out, before taking a sharp inhale of breath and spilling cum all over his thighs and the bed below him. his shoulders are wound tight—you can see the muscles constricting under tan skin as he pushes himself farther into the bed, hips rolling in a sad attempt to grind his cock onto something. “fuck,” he whimpers as you fuck him through his orgasm. “holy fuck.”

you gently massage the tense muscles in his back as he comes down from his high, panting with heavy heaves of his chest. “that’s a good boy,” you murmur, giving him a peck on the cheek. 

you cradle his face with your palm and he nuzzles farther into the touch with a small hum. ignoring the squelch of cum below him, his eyelids flutter shut and you visibly feel him relax, exhaustion catching up with him.

“that’s a good boy.”

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