#tw.overstimulation

Kaiser’s lips linger a beat too long over your ear, his warmth an unwelcome addition to your already-hot skin. You sigh. “I wasn’t told about this very early, so I didn’t have time to look for something more appropriate.” You turn just enough to catch the way he grins, teeth gleaming a bit like a hunting animal, before he smoothes the expression down into barely convincing pleasantry. “And move your hand, Michael. You don’t want another girlfriend to dump you over some stupid flirtation.”

“Ouch. Straight for the juggular as always.”

He is unbothered as he scans the room, doesn’t move his hand. Of course. You take the initiative to shake him off and go to stand on the opposite end of the small event table instead, and true to form, he’s all too happy at setting you off by leaning onto it and staring down at you. Being annoying’s a skill he’s had ever since you met him. The reunion is overflowing with familiar faces, all pro athletes. The Japan Soccer association has gone through copious amounts of money to uphold their superior reputation since Blue Lock. The events, and you being here as a plus-one, come with the territory.

However, as you scan the room, you don’t see the two faces you came here for either. You know the question is coming before it’s even uttered, and Michael takes a large gulp to finish what can’t be his first glass. “Where’s the other Itoshi’s?” Sae is to be expected. He likes to assure his world status by being fashionably late more than not… but Rin— Kaiser clicks his tongue. “You’re my favourite of the three little Itoshi’s, of course, but I did hope to see the other ones tonight as well.”

“Sae’s on his way, I assume. You know he doesn’t care about these kinds of… appointments,” you respond, flick your eyes about the place. 

Kaiser hums. “He should learn to enjoy it some more. These ‘appointments’ are the only time many of us get to see you three, after all.” The smile that curls on his lips is wide, his voice a teasing, annoying lilt that grates on your nerves when he speaks. “Always guarded real well, aren’t cha?” His fluttering, blond lashes are aimed your way like daggers. What would you even call him? A frenemy? You don’t really want to give him that much sway. But the truth is, he gets to you. When he speaks next, he is almost pouting down at you with big, knowing eyes that read you too easily.

He leans in, close enough that you get your lungs full of his musky, dark cologne. “Do me a favour? Convince Sae-chan to bring you around some more, hm? It’ll be so soon that I won’t be allowed to enjoy looking at you anymore.”

You can’t make yourself meet his gaze, instead focusing yourself on tracing the rim of your glass with your eyes, and the marks your lips made on the crystalline surface. “You know an awful lot for someone claiming never to see us…”

“You know me,” he muses back, “I love gossip.” You know he’s letting you, when you escape from under his chin and push him back by the chest. He could fight it very easily if he wanted to.

“Well then. Do you know the answer to your own question? Where is my brother?” Some of the former Japan U20 athletes give you polite nods when you meet gazes in their corner, and you return their smiles in kind. The youngest of you three is nowhere to be seen. “I haven’t seen him yet, I just got here earlier.” He’s the one that invited you… But even Rin wouldn't be so uncourteous to be a no-show. You hope.

It’s been a few busy months since you’ve seen him though, and in all honestly, you hadn’t parted on the best terms. It’s been longer still since all three of you were in the same room. It’s a thought that stings more than you want to let it. And you had once been so close… While you’re thinking, Michael’s smile becomes a more calculated stare, as he waves over a waiter and picks off two more glasses to put between you two. “You don’t say… I hope that wasn’t Rin-chan sniffling like that in the men’s bathroom then?”

Your breathing pauses for longer than normal. Your worry spikes like it always does when he gets brought up. It makes goose bumps break out despite the warmth of the event, and has your stomach in a knot. You look around the room to the door, and then past his strong, slender body to the hall that leads to the bathrooms. 

Michael sips his bubbles, and looks down at you while he does it. You wouldn’t put it past him to be baiting you.

You can’t help it. You start to move. The blond before you manages to loop fingers around your arm as you walk past, and dips his face to your ear just enough to make yet another troubling statement. “You’re not wearing it. I guess you haven’t told them your little secret yet?”

“It wasn’t the right time,” you snap back a bit too curt; pulling your arm from his grip to walk past. But the statement sticks a pointed splinter into your side anyway, and your fingers start to feel uncomfortably tight. You can basically feel Michael’s eyes on you as you walk through some of the socialising groups to disappear around the corner. You turn at the perfect time to run straight into a chest, the familiar presence reaching out to catch you in your tumble back. It feels appropriate that this is the type of timing you two end up having.

“Oh, Neechan.” Your little brother, not so little anymore in height, puts you back far enough away from himself, then looks past you as if he’s worried someone will see. Which is silly. You’re siblings. You’re supposed to be seen together. You can’t help but study his face a bit too closely as you stare up at him, tracing his long lashes and slightly rosy undereyes. It might be your imagination though, an illusion Kaiser planted in your mind. After another uncomfortable beat, he looks back down at you to give you a sheepish half-hug. “Oh… Long time no see…”

“Yeah,” you agree, “I wasn’t expecting you to invite me. I’m glad you did, though.” You keep him from escaping by placing a hand on his bicep.

Rin’s mouth is a tight line like it usually is, and it’s slow and sluggish to move. Almost like gravity itself is fighting him as he speaks. “Yeah. You haven’t seen Sae in a while, right? I figured you’d want to be here to see him.”

“I’m happy to see you as well, Rin.” It disarms him, his eyes go just a fraction wider to make you believe it’s true. There’s a lot more under the surface you can’t talk about right now though, so you simply wrap your arms around his chest for a few seconds, and rest your face against his beating heart. “It’s good to see you. Really.”

He lets out a dry, unamused chuckle… pulling away too soon. “Don’t know why you are. I’m not the Champions League winner.”

“You know I never really cared about all of that.” You swallow, put your arms back by your body. It’s awkward… and you eventually let out a laugh. “Let’s get a drink together? I was just here for all of 5 minutes before Michael Kaiser thought it a good idea to slide up to me. Pitied me for being here all alone.” Rin’s eyes narrow, and his nose crinkles in a way he can’t hide. “Don’t leave me alone with him, please?”

Almost unnoticeably, his expression gets a bit more comfortable when you slide up beside him and wrap yourself around his arm. It’s the pride of being asked for help, of you gravitating to him for such a task— Rin’s long steps get easier when you pull him along with you. It’s not a competition— but if it has to be, you know he hates watching Sae’s uninterrupted winning streak. All you want to do is level the playing field a little.

It doesn’t escape you when you start picking out something to drink for him from the buffet table, that his hand drops to your side. He wraps his larger hand around yours, and intertwines his fingers with yours until your palms are kissing.

And squeezes tight.

You can’t make yourself say something. Even though you know you should.

+

In so many ways, he’s still that hurt little boy that just wanted to play together. It’s written all over his face, undeniable.

Everyone else erupts in cheers, deafening noises of disbelief and disapproval in equal measure— the players, the commentators, the entire crowd in the stands. Both the sides of supporter and opposition have dissolved into an uproar you haven’t witnessed in a while; but you’re quiet where you stand.

They won. They actually won. You’re not sure what to think.

There’s nothing you can do to stop it, watching him get metaphorically smacked in the face with enough force to dismantle his entire purpose. Your feelings mirror his, like cold water’s been poured down your back. And you’re being pulled wet socks and all into a pit of helplessness. Hands wrapped around the guard rail as you look on in blank surprise, it strikes you just how hollow it feels. Like you’re staring down at yourself from a far distance away.

It feels even worse because you had prepared yourself fully to comfort him if he lost. Rin won. He won, and that should have been enough. Shouldn’t it have? It will never be enough, a voice in the back of your head chants. Rin’s blank, devastated stare morphs into a bubbling anger as he pushes himself up from the grass; as his teammates embrace in all their sweaty glory, ecstatic just as this side of the crowd is. You have to watch as he shoves one of the young men who tries to get him to participate, equal measures furious and despondent.

You can’t really explain it, but while every parent, sibling or lover cheers in pride on this side, you want to cry.

Across the way, standing unbothered in his own huddle, Sae sips his sponsored water bottle like this is water off his back. To him it probably is. Like he can feel your eyes on him, he looks up at you from his comfortable spot and waves a hand, then gestures at you to come down from the stands. Some of his maroon hair sticks to his forehead with sweat, but aside from that you would never guess he’d just played an exhausting 90 minutes; that he lost. His future was guaranteed long before this.

He didn’t need the win, and the other young man so desperately did. But Rin did win.

On this side of the field, families are ecstatic. Everyone but you, and him. You guess that makes it your own mistake that you hadn’t prepared to comfort him if he won. Rin’s in the process of telling his coach to fuck off in barely contained fury judging by their body languages, when you turn on your heel to start booking it to the dressing rooms. One of the moms who had cheerfully introduced herself as the sole parent of one of the BLLK11 players calls after you as you blot out of the cheer arena.

The tension is thick enough to cut, when Rin tosses the medal to the floor and it clatters loud against the benches of the now-empty room. It lands somewhere by the lockers. You try to pull at the back of his shirt, gently, but he’s upset enough to immediately yank himself free. “Rin! Don’t go, I’ll drive you home. Rin!”

His next words are a snarl, like an animal backed far into a corner. “Leave me alone!” Then he slams the door behind him, hard enough to make the frame rattle. Sae doesn’t react more than just lifting an eyebrow, and clicks his tongue.

“What a drama queen.”

You bend before the medal to just stare at it for a while. There’s a thousand people out there who’d do just about anything for this piece of metal. Have its glittering emblem hung up on their wall like a rightful proof of achievement. Not Sae. Not Rin. That would just be too fucking easy, wouldn’t it.

You pick it up off the floor, now with one chip in the perfect edge. “You didn’t have to say all that to him.”

“All that— The truth?” Sae responds, squaring his shoulders. “Why do I have to coddle him when that’s really how I feel? Isagi did play a better, more interesting game than Rin did. Shidou’s a freak but he interested me more with his plays, too.” When you were younger people would laugh at the way you three were attached at the hip. Rin to Sae, and Sae to you; and you would never go anywhere where your brothers couldn’t follow. It used to be fun to be their sister, when they weren’t constantly at each other’s throats for something so stupid. “Rin’s plateaued.”

You let out a breath, and blink back the tears that suddenly threaten to make their way up, and stare at him. “Why do you have to be this way? To him and to yourself. All I want is for us to go back to normal, Sae. Be a family again. It doesn’t have to be this endless competition. Is it still not enough that you’re one of the best?”

Sae stands up, and gets right up before you. “Don’t-” There’s a darkness in his eyes that zeroes in on your face, going from your lips to your eyes, back to your lips. You know he wouldn’t hurt you. But those ice cold, oceany eyes still scare you. He takes your wrist to pull your hand, medal and all to his chest. “Not one of. I’m the best defender in this fucking country. I’m the best.” 

You try to fight your hand out from his grip, to pull it away from where his heart is beating so hard against you. But you can’t. You push at his shoulder instead, until you two almost topple over onto one of the benches. “What happened to you in Spain?! Why won’t you ever talk to me about it? What’s so important that it would drive you away from your own siblings, huh?” Your eyes spill over into thick, pathetic tears that he would probably laugh over any other time.

But here, in the echo of the desolate dressing room, Sae raises his voice for what feels like a first time in years. “You and Rin happened, neesan!” His voice gets sharper and more biting with each word, leaning closer and closer until you’re basically nose to nose. Okay, now you’re scared. His eyes dart around your face wildly like he can’t find what to look at, before finally he stares at your mouth like he’s expecting an answer. You breathe in the same air, as he lets out a frustrated sigh. “Just ‘cus you don’t want to see it doesn’t mean I can’t.”

He grabs you by the back of the head to force your head forward until your nose is in the crook of his neck, and his mouth comes to press against the shell of your ear. Too close, too warm, too— He basically hisses against you like a snake. “I know what Rin is thinking every time I leave for Spain. And I know you’re letting him.”

+

It’s been years since that afternoon now, but the thought of it still plays in your mind from time to time. You flutter between helping Sae clear the table and hovering as Rin awkwardly stalks around your apartment. Every so often he picks up a knick-knack from your dresser, stares at it too intently, then puts it down without question. “Scoot,” Sae mumbles, slides past you to fill the wine glasses as his woody, honeyed smell hits you in the face. He raises his eyebrows at you, as he nods his face to the food. Most of it is take-out. “Are we doing all this because I’m here?” There’s a teasing tone in his voice, but it’s not the mean kind.

It’ll be okay, they’re older now.

Flashes of the past play before your eyes when you close them, of Sae and Rin bickering over who’d play the dad to your mom. Sae wrestling you over the right to tell you what to do, and to sleep in your room with you. Of Rin crafting a ring for you out of paper when he didn’t yet understand the purpose of them.

You’re not sure why you’re dreading their reactions so much. 

“Don’t you know? Me and neechan always have a family dinner once a week. We just don’t invite you because we don’t like you,” Rin says back in the same flat tone, and you’re not sure whether to laugh or smack him in the back of the head- until Sae lets out a chuckle of his own.

“Oh good. At least you have this, since you have no friends…”

“-Alright,” you come between them to pick your own glass from the bunch before Sae can fill it up any more, and sit. “Let’s not start again.” Luckily for you, it’s enough to get them both to shut up. Soon Sae’s going back to his fancy apartment in Spain, and Rin’s soccer season will start again soon too. And you’ve run out of time to tell them in person. It has to be now.

Rin’s message, the one he sent while drunk and neither of you ended up talking about, comes to mind— the way you had paced around your apartment without a clue of what to do. The ‘love you’ that wasn’t supposed to be said aloud. 

Sae panting in your ear on more than one occasion, nights he’d call you from Spain too breathy and preoccupied.

You just want to keep everything the way it is. But there’s no good chance of that now, is there. After seconds of silence, you find the words trickling out of your mouth. Unwillingly. “I guess I don’t know how to introduce the topic… so I’ll just say it. I… got engaged the other day. That’s why I invited you both for dinner.” You swallow the tight feeling in your throat, don’t manage to pull your eyes away from your glass until it’s too late. You lift the hand that you’ve been hiding in your pocket out into the open, to show off the glistening stone for just a brief second. “Surprise. And I want you both at the wedding, so you guys can’t fight until then. You can do that, can’t you?”

“You got engaged?” You hear Rin parrot, letting the words sit in his mouth like some medicine he doesn’t wanna swallow.

Then Sae continues it, by boring holes into the side of your face as he watches you. “And you said ‘yes’?”

“Of course I said yes,” you lift your eyes to meet theirs, “I have no reason not to.”

Sae’s frown grows deeper. “You have plenty. You’ve been dating for a year. I’ve met him twice. I thought you two broke up because you stopped bringing him up.” He leans forward onto the table, any prior interest in the drinks forgotten in favour of staring you down. Maybe it’s the way both of their eyes look like a creek frozen over in winter - light blue and volatile - or how Sae’s looking at you like you’ve just stolen his prey out from under him, you start to fidget. 

With a loud scraping of the chair, Rin stands in one motion, and towers over you with a mix of anger, and an emotion you can’t fully place. It sits right in the frown between his brows, mocking you. “You can’t be fucking serious, neechan.” He pokes his tongue from between his teeth, then licks his lips. “You’re joking. Right?” When his eyes get covered by the dark blanket of long lashes, his mouth corners curl up just a tiny bit. Not the genuine kind, though. The ‘are you fucking kidding me’ kind. He walks off to the guest room before you can try to convince him of anything— and Sae stares.

He knows you’ll follow after. There’s no use denying your role in the family. He doesn’t even have to call you out on it when you get up from your seat and tread down the hall, knocking just once before you slip in. Before you can say a word though, Rin’s cornered you against the door, his hand over your mouth. Your head aches because of the way it’s knocked into the solid wood door, back matted to the door. “Poor neechan, you really still don’t get it, do you? Don’t talk.” He pins you up between his body and grabs a wrist to keep you in place.

“Mh-Rin?” You try to speak against his palm anyway, and a frown gets cemented on his face.

“Don’t talk. You really manage to piss me off when you say stupid shit like that.” Rin’s gotten so much bigger in the last couple years. He’s no longer the spindly little boy that would pull your sleeve to keep you close. He presses his tall, wiry body all up against you and leans in until your lashes are almost touching. And nerves start to tingle all over you, as he stares like he could eat you whole. “You’re not actually gonna pretend not to know, right?” Know what? Seriously, what’s going on? The way his breaths dust over your sensitive neck makes you shiver, and try again to pull yourself free from him.

He moves his hand to your jaw instead, and keeps your face still while you’re taking a deep breath in. “Ri-” You’re shut up because he invades your space more, and his mouth lands fully on yours. Your eyes shut instinctively, as he pushes his lips against yours, and then the warmth of his tongue pushes past your stunned mouth to brush against your own— and your fingers tangle into the front of his shirt. You try to push, really, but he’s so much stronger. And he licks into your mouth until you go softer under him and you’re pulled closer into his body, back arching. The noises he makes as he disconnects from your face for just a second makes everything feel too real, the shivers going down your back, the way your body clenches. “W-wh”

It seems more like you’re keeping him in place, not that Rin needs the prompting. He kisses you again, deeper this time, letting the puffs of satisfied breath dust over your face as his tongue tangles with yours again and again and makes your mouth jut open full of spit. You swear you don’t mean to, but your tongue is squirming against his anyway, and it misses his when he pulls back. Slightly rosy cheeked and with an impish grin, he presses kisses all along your jaw and ear. It tickles, and it feels good. A shaky breath escapes you, with his name. “You knew all along this is what I wanted, liar. You just thought you could use it to make us get along, right?” His baby blues stare into your soul as he runs a thumb over your bottom lip, and bites his own.

It’s not your fault, that the static between you two makes you completely wound tight. Your legs feel like giving out, and your mouth drops open, only to lead him into another kiss. Open mouth and messy, taking what he wants from the heat of you, and sucking your tongue so sweetly into his. Oh no, you’re sick. Your stomach flips and your panties rub uncomfortably between your legs, and you pull back in embarrassment at the feeling. Rin’s all too eager to jump on it, and breathes your name out into the too-tight space between you as you roll your body to his. “See? You’re a bad sister. You wanna be my girl, hm? Your body’s betraying you.”

No. No, no, no, you can’t. Your eyes, full of wetness and unspilled excuses, can’t do anything but helplessly blink up his way. You wanna get along with them. You want them to get along with you. You never wanted anything like this to happen. “Jump,” Rin grunts, and you do— get picked up against his solid stomach and dropped down without much fanfare into the doughy covers. He’s back on your mouth before you have the chance to say anything, and large hands start to move from your legs up to your waist, slipping under your shirt with a pant.

It’s only when those long fingertips start to snake under your bra and nudge at your heart that your hairs start to stand upright, and you feel the alarm bells overtake your brain. “W-wait, Rin. You can’t, Sae’s out there. I-”

“Don’t care, be quiet,” Rin just says, and shuts you up again. He’s kissing you so good and so deep that you can’t find it in yourself to push him away, no matter how much you know you should. If Sae finds you two, you’ll be so fucked. There’s no better way to explain this than exactly what it is. You’re seriously making out with your brother and your pussy’s slicking under his touches, panting his name into his ear. You’re pretty sure that if he tried to pull back now, you wouldn’t let him. Hands push your bra up over your tits for his access, grabbing and kneading the skin, flicking your nipples and gliding his mouth down to your throat.

Your body’s making sounds you don’t want it to, where he sucks and bites at your sensitive throat with a purpose. One you don’t get until you feel a bruise start blooming on the side of your neck. Your whimpering is distracting enough that you put a knuckle between your teeth, and you stare up at the ceiling instead of him. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it somewhere in the room, and starts work on pulling your pants down just as fast. “I thought you’d cry and fight more,” Rin chuckles against your skin as he starts pressing kisses down to your belly button, then straightens to see his work. As he strands up, you can see the way his pants tent over his cock before he grabs himself through them, and licks his lips. “Fu-ck, neechan. Fuck.”

“You’ve made me so fucking hard, feel.” He lays himself on top of you to grind his covered cock against your pussy, and rubs your slicked panties against you with the motion. The friction is enough to have you biting down harder, and digging your nails into his shoulder. Rin kisses you over and over, and pants words in between them. Your entire body’s tingling like crazy, waist angling to get that good friction. “I wanna fuck you. You’re gonna let me fuck you, right? You always let me.”

It’s enough to make you forget for just a moment to be quiet, and you throw your head back to moan out a stuttered, “R-Rin~” that makes your brother laugh, as he crawls over top of you to look at you below him.

Your lips drop open and your tongue out, and Rin takes it as an invitation to hook his thumb into your mouth and spit onto your tongue with a filthy noise. “Getting married, my ass. Look at you right now.”

It’s this way that Sae finds you two when he opens the door, light streams in onto both your bodies, and he just clicks his tongue.

“Sae! I- It’s not- what it…” you shut yourself up when you realise how truly useless it is to deny anything. Your younger brother’s on top of you and you’ve got your tits out, as Rin’s grinding his hard cock against your slicking pussy.

He walks in, shuts the door behind him, and gives Rin a look of thinly veiled irritation before he drops himself onto the bed on his side. “You work quick. Run out of patience, have you?”

“Shut up,” the youngest grunts, and kisses you again despite your eyes flicking to Sae— but he only stares back at you.

The redhead pulls your head to the side to disconnect your faces, and then slides in closer to get nose to nose with you. “That feel good? Yeah?” He plays with your lips, before pushing in himself. You can’t believe it when he also kisses you, more demanding, more forceful than Rin. Sae kisses like you’ve kept yourself from him for years and he wants to make up for lost time. Sucking on your lips and tongue and sharing spit, he smiles into the kiss as he makes you moan. When he pulls back, a string of spit connects your two mouths, and he licks it off of your face when it snaps. “You look so fucking stupid right now, all spaced out. Pay attention, neesan.”

Rin’s pulled your pants down your legs as well as his own, and is now playing with the bow on your panties. His chest is flushed a slight pink, and his heart is beating so loud you can hear it where you’re laying. Or maybe that’s your own, your body pitifully, obviously squirming under them. But this is all wrong. Sae’s shirt goes over his head too, as you shake your head side to side. No, no, no. This isn’t right. You know it isn’t. “We can’t… we’re, we’re siblings.” The ‘let’s stop’ you mean to say sits on your tongue as Rin’s fingers rub down your panties and push just the right friction into your pussy to make it get so, so wet.

Sae chuckles at that, and his thick lashes brush your cheek when he sucks the underside of your jaw. “Who’s gonna stop us? You? I don’t think so. There’s two of us, and just one of you.” He’s stroking himself through his sweats as he says it, promises it against your skin. The way he pops the head of his cock in and out of the ring of his fingers as he watches you, he licks his lips before going for yours again. You never cared that much about kissing before this. But it's them, your own blood, and it just feels so erotic. Sae’s quick to push his hand into his pants to take himself out, as his other hand plays with one of your tits. “And I don’t think you’re gonna do anything at all. Just like always.”

Rin’s taken off his underwear too, now standing in front of you in all his naked glory as his hard cock bobs a few times, and he yanks your panties down your thighs to demand attention. He pulls your ass a few inches closer to the edge of the mattress, managing to piss the other off in the process, and then rubs his leaking cock head against your winking pussy. “Sae’s right. You’re full of shit, neechan. How are you gonna get married to someone if you’re getting this wet from this little.” Slick drips down your pussy and ass every time he pushes the head of his cock into you an inch, before he pulls it back out. “When you’re this much of a slut for your own brothers?”

“Don’t you know-” The noiret pushes his fat cock right into that needy pussy without even asking, and bottoms out in two forceful strokes that knock the air out of you, “-there’s rumors over who will get to fuck you in the club. Guess they didn’t expect it to be us.” His cock is just right, just curved enough to get into the perfect spot, and long and thick enough to fill you up just over your limit. Sae gets above your face to pat his wet, flushed cock against your mouth as well, and doesn’t wait to push the head of it into you either. 

“Suck.” His precum’s a bit salty and a bit musky, but you can’t focus on that when he grabs your head and starts fucking your cheek like that, opening his eyes every few seconds to stare down at you with that pitying, satisfied look. “I could convince my team you’re my girlfriend. When you- suck-hng, suck my cock that way.”

“-No, she’s mine,” Rin snaps back, punctuating it with a hard thrust that makes your pussy spasm, and your legs wrap around his waist. “You’re my girl, neechan. All mine, my perfect little pussy to fuck. My hole to fill.” You have no choice but to moan like crazy, as both of them use your body like you’re made for nothing else. As Sae starts making you take his cock all the way into the back of your throat, through tears, and your fingers dig into his meaty thighs for reprieve. He looks at you like he wants to make you suffer, only letting you up to talk some more.

“Such a filthy sister slut. Letting your little brothers fuck you, yeah? Is this what you got so fucking mad about back then?” He pulls your hair as he fucks into your mouth again, balls to your chin as your tears run down your cheeks— it’s all so much. Rin’s fucking a leisurely but precise pace that shakes your body up and down the mattress, and bounches your tits in rhythm. Your moans get stolen by Sae when he forces his tongue back into your mouth and takes your breath that way too— and it all feels so good. The heat of your body under theirs, the way he’s staring at you as he watches you suck in desperate breaths as spit runs down your face, it mixes into a mess of noise and fluids and the loud squelching of your pussy that RIn’s fucking just right. “You just wanted a dick to shut you up.”

“Gh-,” you cough up, spit as you’re let up again, and look at him through desperate, wet lashes that glitter, “that’s not true. I wanted-, I didn’t want you to do this.” He squeezes your cheeks together, and more hot, thick tears run down your temples as your lip starts to wobble. You’re not sure why you’re so overwhelmed. It really is true, that you just wanted them to get along. You just wanted what was best. It’s not your fault. “It’s- not-” You’re crying. Nose runny and desperate, your sniffles only get interrupted when Rin hits that spot again, and you’re crying through your moans, squeezing your eyes shut hard. “Oh-god, god, I’m sorry. It’s not my fault. You two are so m-mean- ugh, fuck. Fuck.”

“You made her cry, niisan.”

“She’s pretty when she cries.” Sae laughs in your face as he rubs his cock against your thigh, and clicks his fingers in front of your face. “Get your little hands on it, c’mon. You can do it.” His slicked cock is rubbing your skin raw, his eyes narrowed. “Poor baby. You’re so fucking pathetic. Your siblings are so mean, aren’t they. Aren’t they? Hm? You just wanna get your pussy fucked and it took this long to get to it, hm? Hold my dick so I can fuck your hand.”

You do as you’re told, and Sae groans out your name as he fucks into you, plays with your tits and pinches your nipples, and Rin takes his distracted focus to rub your clit back and forth until you’re seeing double. It feels so good. Good enough to make your back curl off the bed and cry, arch your chest into Sae’s hands. Slick pools under your ass and squelches out with each thrust. “Ah, fuck. Rin, Sae. I’m- I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too,” Rin grunts, letting his fingers flick over the wet, pulsing nub like crazy. The pounding of your g-spot is making you see stars, and though you can’t control your tears, you pull Sae closer to wrap your arms around his neck. Rin’s pace picks up against the way you’re clenching, the way your stomach is pulling together into a tight ball that’s about to spring.

“Ow, ow, Rin. Too much.” He keeps toying with that poor, little button until your body sucks him in further, and your moans build ‘til you’re bursting. “Ah, agh, stop, it hurts. It hurts, agh!” Your orgasm floods over you with enough force to keep Rin inside as he moans, and his dick spurts hot cum all inside you. Coating your insides, he pounds against you until he can’t hold it any longer, and pulls his cock out.

“Fuck, fuck, holy shit, neechan. You want me to get you pregnant or something?” He thumbs the cum spilling out of you up and leans over to slip that thumb into your mouth, and chuckles. But Sae isn’t done yet, and barely as soon as you have caught your breath, he pushes Rin out of the way between your legs to pat his still hard cock on your overstimulated pussy.

“Be nice and let me use your pussy like that too.” He pats your clit a few times to watch your legs jump at the feeling, and then pouts. “If it hurts, don’t blame me, alright? It’s not my fault that you always let Rin use you first.” It does hurt. Your poor clit’s already aching the second he rubs his thumping, red cock over it a few times, before he pushes his thumb hard onto it. He slides his cock inside your leaking pussy with a satisfied moan, and stares down at you through thick lashes. “This is the payback you deserve, neechan.”

Katsuki paces around the one bedroom apartment he rents in downtown Musutafu. His skin is tingling. Every nerve he has burns like it's been set on fire, needing some sort of touch to soothe it. His cock aches between his legs, hard and leaking against the side of his thigh. Katsuki grits his teeth, running his hands over his hair and then letting his palms slide down the sides of his exposed biceps. 

Sweat collects on his skin, the kind that comes from desperation or maybe a fever, and he feels it on his palms when he lets them drop to his sides and clenches his fists. Fuck, he can't believe he got hit with a non-fatal quirk and had to be sent home. It's humiliating. What's worse is that it hasn't worn off yet, rendering him completely useless. 

He sits on his couch, his legs spread wide, and leans back against the couch cushions, wincing as he reaches to unbutton his pants. He's never been this sensitive in his life and it almost hurts to grab his cock and pull it from his pants. Katsuki watches it twitch for a moment, rigid between his legs and leaking pre-cum from its angry tip. He doesn't even have to think about anything in particular, he's just turned on. Unbearably so. 

Katsuki wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks upward once, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth at his own sensitivity. Then, the desperation sets in fully and he squeezes the head of his cock with a wince and a low groan before beginning to slide his hand up and down. He pauses to spit into his palm, desperate for some sort of relief from the tension weaving its way through his body, his hand moving faster and fast over this dick. Katsuki only pauses when he touches his overly sensitive head, swallowing down an audible moan as he moves his hips to desperately fuck his fist. 

He tries not to think of the humiliation in this, instead focusing on chasing a high that seems to get farther and farther. He stays like this for a while, desperately fucking his fist with low groans and whines. His face is completely flushed, sweat beading on his brow and forehead, covering every inch of his skin with a pathetic, glowing sheen. God, he's almost fucking angry. The frustration, the sheer desperation for release, is making it difficult to control his temper and he knots his free hand into the soft pillow beside him, raising it to his face and using it to cover his head so he can be a little louder. 

He's desperately humping his fist when his doorbell rings. At first, it's only once and Katsuki thinks he can ignore it, but then it comes again, five more times and consistently more aggressive. 

"Katsuki?" your voice calls through the wood paneling of his door. "I heard you got hit with a quirk and sent home. Let me in." 

He furrows his eyebrows at the irony of the last person in the world he wants to encounter at a time like this. Pretty, quirkless, you. His long time friend and recent dispatcher at his agency. Someone he secretly wants to fuck even without the aphrodisiac quirk floating through his bloodstream. You really get under his skin. You’re exactly his type, right down to that annoying little attitude of yours that drives Katsuki insane. Of course, he's always respected your friendship a little too much to do anything about it, but tonight, he doesn't think he'll be able to and he sits in silence with his lip caught between his teeth while he fucks his fists and hopes you'll go away. 

"I know you're in there," you call again. "I can see the light on." 

You bang three times on the door and then ring the doorbell again, pushy and insistent the way you always are. A match for his stubborn attitude. 

Katsuki swears and stands up, his hands shaking as he tucks his sensitive cock back into his sweatpants and flips the head up into his waistband with a hiss. 

The crazy thing is, he can literally smell you through the door. The scent of you, that sweet and rounded perfume you wear, wafts under the crack of his apartment door. He pauses outside of it, resisting the temptation to open it, to welcome that smell into his apartment and use you to relieve the aching in his cock and lower belly. 

"Katsuki?" You ask, a little quieter now. 

Jesus fucking christ, don't call his name like that. 

He swings the door open, letting his hand rest on the side of it so that it is positioned above his head. You look taken aback at his appearance, covered in sweat and flushed from the neck up, his chest exposed and heaving. 

"What?" he says, looking you up and down. 

Katsuki bites back the urge to yank you in. Why is it he can literally smell the sweat on your body and every prick of your emotions? It's like he can tell exactly what you're thinking, or maybe it's what he wants you to be thinking. 

"Don't get on my ass about me still technically needing to be at work," you start, stepping forward. "I heard something happened and I just came to check and you look like shi-" 

Katsuki blocks you from coming in with his body. You stumble backwards lightly and raise your eyebrow at him. There's a pause as you register that you've just run into a solid wall of muscle, sweat covered and glistening, while Katsuki eyes you like you're meat on a platter. He knows he's doing it, but he can literally smell every turn of your scent, soft and sweet. And he may be fooling himself... but are you... turned on? 

"Let me in?" you say with a small laugh, side stepping to go around him. He blocks you again, his fingers gripping the door frame so hard that his knuckles are white. 

"Go home," he says quietly, his voice tense. 

"What? No," you furrow your eyebrows at him. "What's the matter with you?" 

You duck under his arm and place your hand momentarily on his chest. Your touch makes him tingle all over and he sucks in a sharp breath. 

"I'm not fucking around," he says. 

"Okay, me neither," you respond with a bit of an attitude. "I expected you to be worse for wear but you look like crap. Like you're... I don't know." 

You trail off a little. 

"Let me help," you say, shaking off whatever thought had come over you. "I'll make you some food." 

"Look, no offense, but I don't think you want to help me with this," he says, a frustrated bite in his voice. Food isn't exactly what he's hungry for. 

"That's too bad," you say slowly, seemingly put off by the desperate air about him and settling into his kitchen. You move to open the fridge.

Katsuki walks up to you quickly, taking your wrist from the door and holding it between the two of you. Cool air hits his exposed chest and arm as the door falls shut again. 

"I'm dead serious. Get the fuck out of here or I'm gonna do something I regret," he hisses through a clenched jaw. Your skin is warm on the pads of his fingers, wrist held flush against his palm. He bites back a genuine shudder. 

Your eyes are wide as you look back at him, glancing between where he's caught your wrist by your head and his eyes. Katsuki's gaze roams over your face, pausing as he hits the top of your blouse where a few buttons remain open. When he returns his eyes to yours, your mouth moves to open before a heady understanding settles over your features. You're so pretty. Everything about you is pretty, so delightful and delicate. Your eyes look glassy and wide. Katsuki has always found them tempting, but today he can't stop himself. 

He leans forward and kisses you, holding your wrist to his chest as his mouth comes messily into contact with yours. You squeak and freeze and it takes all he has to pull away from you. 

"Go home," he says again, his lips tingling. Katsuki feels the color creep onto his cheeks, his hand still holding your wrist. 

You don't say anything, looking at him with those pretty eyes. He swallows thick and feels the saliva drag against his throat. Then, his mouth dries completely, his expression twisting into discomfort as his cock throbs between his legs as the scent of you takes on a sharper turn. He's never felt anything like this before, something animal. 

Katsuki tightens his jaw, staring at you for a moment. Then, he takes a step towards you. You take one back, though he doesn't feel like you're afraid. Rather, you tilt your head down to look at him through your lashes. He lets out a breath through his teeth and walks you back until your ass hits the counter, his free hand coming to gingerly touch your waist. You inhale when he leans in to kiss you again, screwing your eyes shut and reaching to grab at his shoulder to pull him closer. 

Every touch tingles. It burns and he drops your wrist to manhandle your hips. You suck on his bottom lip, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you. He ruts his hips against yours, desperate for any sort of friction to relieve the ache, and you gasp a little and let your mouth fall open. Katsuki takes the opportunity to bite down hard on your lip with a low groan, slipping his tongue into your mouth as the pads of his fingers press harshly into you. You whine, eyebrows pulling up. 

Katsuki’s eyes are slightly open, just so that he can look at you. Every aspect of his senses feel heightened and the relief of your mouth far surpasses that of his hand over his throbbing cock only minutes earlier. 

He pants, taking your hips and lifting you onto the counter so that you’re seated, pulling away for just a moment to lift the hem of your shirt and expose your breasts. Katsuki puts his face on the pillowy tops of them, biting and sucking at the exposed skin as his hand teases its way up the skin of your back to unclasp it. He thinks you’re probably looking at him, but if you are, he doesn’t have the mind to care about what sort of behavior he’s exhibiting. He can practically smell how wet you are from just a little touching and if he weren’t so fucking desperate for a little relief, he’d tease you for a few hours just to watch your pussy drool over him. 

The cool air of his apartment hits your exposed nipples. Katsuki takes it upon himself, without even a second thought, to roll the hard bud under his tongue. He feels the way goosebumps rise on your skin, his hands coming to rest over the tops of your thighs. Katsuki bites lightly on your breast and you fucking whine at it, tipping your head back and rooting your hand into the tufts of his blonde hair. 

His cock jumps in his pants and he’s no doubt leaked enough to leave an evident wet spot against the gray of his sweatpants. He stands to his full height, pushing your skirt up and pressing the outline of his cock to your crotch. Heat bleeds through your panties, the kind that makes him feel like he’s going absolutely fucking insane. You gasp, putting your hands on his shoulders and pulling him close again. 

Katsuki’s mouth hits yours messily, breathing hard as he ruts his hips up against your crotch, pulling you forward on the counter so he can feel as much of the pillowy folds of your pussy through the thick fabric as possible. You let him take your bottom lip between his teeth, sharp canines digging into the wet flesh of your mouth. He whines— high-pitched, desperate sound—as you position your hips to press your crotch against the head of his cock. His head falls onto your chest, forehead resting against the hollow of your throat. Katsuki humps at you, pulling you against him to match the rhythm of his hips, grinding your clothed cunt over the bulge of his cock. It’s a desperate motion, completely subconscious as he lets the quirk he’s been hit with take the lead.

His fingers dip into the crease of your thigh, fumbling as they reach for the waistband of the panties you’re wearing. Katsuki’s desperation is so palpable that he finds himself panting as he slips his fingers into the sides of your underwear, yanking them down. You gasp at the force of it and he swears he hears a small tear as he pulls them from your cunt, the crotch sticking to the lips of your pussy. 

He leans his hips forward again, sliding his cock between your folds with a deep grunt. His mouth finds your neck and he bites along the side of it, lathing his tongue over your pulse point. It’s like he can taste you. Salt and that stupid perfume, collecting on his tongue as you dig your fingers into his back, his dick rutting restlessly against your clit. At one point, he almost slips in, his eagerness and your wetness making him careless. Katsuki sucks in a breath through his teeth, his whole body on fire. 

The kitchen light shines down on his back and he can see the outline of part of his shadow on your thighs as he stares down at them, guiding the tip of himself to your entrance. He hears you wine when he presses against it and moves his hand down subconsciously to rub at your clit. An attempt to ease the stretch. 

You tip your head back in a moan and Katsuki takes the opportunity to kiss your neck before settling his teeth against your shoulder and biting down harshly on the muscle connecting your neck and arm. You yelp at the sensation and Katsuki shutters at the sound, willing out a choked I’m sorry as he slides into your wetness. His hands push into the delightfully soft flesh of your upper thighs, the fat spilling up around each individual digit as he uses your legs for leverage, sliding you forward even further to better seat you on him. 

Your legs are shaking and he can feel the way your nails dig into his exposed shoulder blades. Your bunch up skirt causes the fat of your tummy to fold over in a way that practically makes Katsuki drool. He urges himself to pause, attempting to come back to his senses as the quirk kicks into high gear. There’s relief in being inside of you, in feeling the flutter of your walls around his thick cock, but it also makes him desperate. Katsuki feels like he’s chasing something that he was desperately and it’s just out of his reach. 

You’re breathing heavily above him, he can see the rise and fall of your chest from where his head hangs down, his hands trembling on the tops of your thighs. He looks up at you through his lashes, his vision foggy around the edges as if he were peering through a tube. You’re at the end of it, your eyes glassy and mouth open, returning the look. Your eyebrows are knitted up in pleasure, but you almost seem confused. 

“What are you waiting for?” You breathe out, the first thing you’ve said since he started touching you. 

The tone of your voice is needy, with a delightful whiny lilt that makes him groan out loud. He can barely manage the words that come out next, his brain half mush, and he feels the way his cock jumps inside of you. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he says through gritted teeth, his breath coming heavy. 

There’s a pause and he feels the distinct sensation of you squeezing down around his cock, like the idea turns you on. 

“Use me,” you respond cautiously, your voice still containing that needy lilt. 

Katsuki’s hips fuck up into you voluntarily and he feels the way his breath catches in his throat at the near desperate sound of your voice.

“Say that again.” 

“Use me, Katsuki,” you respond, choking on your words as he fucks his hips up into you. 

You reach for his face, taking it in your hands and drawing it close until it’s just in front of yours. Then, your palms slide down his shoulders and he screws his eyes shut and fucks into you again, harder this time, causing your body to jolt upwards on the counter. 

He curses under his breath, pushing one leg further to the side and fucking his hips up into you roughly. You’re looking right at him, your expression drawn and pleasure-soaked, sweat collecting on your forehead as your mouth drops open into an o-shape. You punctuate his thrusts with high pitched yelps, squeaking out your pleasure and the deepness of where he’s hitting through choked moans. 

Katsuki’s hands move up your stomach to roughly cup your breasts, his mouth so close to yours that he’s practically breathing in the sounds you make in exchange for his own hurried groans. He kneads at the fat of your chest, rolling your breast under his fingers before taking your nipples and pulling lightly on them. 

He’s aware of just how rough he’s being, just how hard his hips are slapping yours, but he feels like he can’t stop. Katsuki chases a high so fucking desperate that his body is on autopilot, reaching and touching and moaning unabashedly as the room fills with the wet sound of his balls on the backs of your thick thighs. 

You push your chest forward towards him, legs spread wide to make room for the width of his hips between yours as he bullies that perfect sensitive spot inside of you. Katsuki feels the way he makes you flutter. Every shift of your body, every involuntary squeeze of your cunt as he drags his cock along your walls, registers as if he were a part of you. His skin tingles everywhere you touch and the drag of your nails over his shoulder blades makes him want to crawl into the deepest part of you. Even the sound of your voice, drawn and desperate and mildly overwhelmed, feels like a drug to him. Every sense he has seems to be acutely attuned to just how badly he needs to fuck your lights out. 

His hands slink down to your hips, resituating you and pulling you flush against him. Then, he drags his cock all the way out of you and quickly ruts back in, moaning as he does. His pace picks up, manhandling you forward on the counter until he is supporting most of your weight. You gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders as you let him use you like a toy. 

Katsuki chases his high, his stomach seeming to wind tighter and tighter but never finding that perfect snap and release. His movements grow faster, using all of his strength to fuck his hips up into you, barreling his cock against your gummy walls and bullying your sweet spot. He feels the way you tighten down around him, your body tensing and fingers digging crescent moons into the tops of his shoulders. 

“Ka-” you choke out desperately, your voice breaking. “Wait, Katsuki, wait! I’m gonna-” 

You shudder, your thighs squeezing around him as he continues to fuck you. 

“Do it,” he seethes, “just fuckin’ do it.” 

The end of his sentence comes out as more of a whimper as you cry out and squeeze down around him, squirming in his grasp as you begin to twitch with every additional thrust. Your body shakes, legs locking around him and struggling to hold him inside as he fucks you clear through your orgasm and then to the other side. 

Katsuki’s voice breaks, almost whimpering like an animal as he buries himself in your pussy over and over again. He wants to smother you, he wants to completely cover your body and get as close as he possibly can. He’s already so much bigger than you, so much broader, how hard could it be to swallow you completely? 

Katsuki’s hands come up under your ass as he wordlessly lifts you from the counter and moves to the couch on desperate, shaky steps. He lays you down, slipping out of you for a moment, before pressing a hand to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs, and sinking his cock back into you as he crowds his body over yours. 

“You know what?” He says, not really sure what’s going to come next. His head is so clouded with the quirk that he can’t think straight. “I’ve wanted to do this forever. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so- long-” 

He screws his eyes shut, almost angry with the way he can’t seem to hit that high, teetering on a desperate and near painful edge. 

“Those fuckin’ pencil skirts,” he says, unable to control his words or sharp tone. “The way you wear your hair, that damn look in your eye that constantly makes you seem like you’re beggin’ for it.” 

Katsuki whines, a sharp sound from the back of his throat, as you tighten up around him. He meets your gaze, clouded and watery eyes accented by the delightful furrow in the center of your brow. 

“And then you show up here,” he groans, not even sure of what he’s really saying. “Blouse unbuttoned, looking for trouble. I’m gonna fuck your lights out. ‘Till you can’t even think about fuckin’ anyone else.” 

He leans in close, his mouth right up against yours. 

“This is g’nna make you mine, right?” 

You nod, your movements clumsy, and pull him close to you. 

Katsuki loses all of his sense, burying himself in the feel of your pussy and the way he sinks into you, giving into the desperation of the quirk. He can feel just how deep he’s hitting, the way you suck in sharp, whiny breaths with every inward thrust. Katsuki’s hands grip your waist, pulling your ass up off the couch so that his angle is better. 

His cock seems to drag endlessly against your overstimulated, pillowy, insides and you practically drool around. He feels like a dog slobbering over meat, any semblance of politeness completely gone from both his expression and his movements. This is going to fucking ruin your friendship, but he doesn’t even have half of a mind to think about it, so drawn into the delightful feel of your body and the aching in his cock that only seems to subside slightly with every thrust. 

You try to choke out the word “again” and he feels like he knows what’s coming. Your whole body tenses, legs locking around him as you cream over his cock for the second time. 

This seems to get Katsuki somewhere, the sensation of your pussy clamping down finally giving him some leeway to relief. He hits the edge of an orgasm, leading himself to the finish line. 

The tension in his belly grows, cock twitching inside of your fucked out cunt. His fingers dig into your hips and he collapses forward, rolling his body so that the head of his cock catches perfectly inside of you, massaging and churning you up. You’re moaning, though maybe it’s more adjacent to whining, and Katsuki can hear himself mimicking the sounds, his body leading the way. 

Then finally, on a pathetic and broken whimper, Katsuki cums. His whole body tenses, weight pressing down on you as he buries his face into your neck and lets his voice out beside the hollow of your throat. The relief and pleasure is so intense that Katsuki feels the way every muscle in his body tenses and lets go, filling you up with as much of him as he has to give. 

His hips continue to pathetically rut into you, little choked moans escaping his lips as he uses his own cum as lube for his weak little thrusts. Then, he completely relaxes. 

Katsuki feels the way his skin stops burning, the way the desperation at the back of his throat subsides, how his body rids itself of the quirk as quickly as the arousal came on. He shudders, coming back to himself and raising his head to peer at your expression. 

You look exhausted, hair a mess and face covered in a thick sheen of sweat. You still flutter around his cock, your hands gripping his shoulders as you try and ride through the overstimulation of just having him inside of you. Katsuki furrows his brows, exhaustion creeping into his muscles. He raises his hand and uses it to push stray strands of hair from your face with his palm on your forehead. Then, with a clear mind, he leans forward and kisses you. 

You blink at him for a second, before giving a weak smile, raising your eyebrows and letting your head fall to the side. Katsuki winces when he pulls out of you, sucking in a sharp breath and standing to his full height. He places a hand on his forehead like he’s assessing the situation, staring at your body, still fully clothed with your skirt pushed all the way up your stomach and your blouse missing a button at the top. 

He wordlessly walks to the bathroom and wets a washcloth with warm water, walking back over to you and wiping down the exposed parts of your body. You don’t really say anything to him, but you smile quietly while he gingerly wipes you down, your smeared makeup accenting just how much of a mess he’s made. 

“Fuck,” he says. “I’m sorry, this isn’t how-” 

“How you wanted this to go?” You say softly, the corners of your lips turning up. 

Katsuki feels the way he flushes, all the way to the tops of his chest. 

“No, it’s not,” he admits, running a hand over his face as he crouches beside you. 

You laugh a little and he furrows his brows at you, frustrated and embarrassed. 

“You’ve got a bit of a possessive streak, huh?” You tease lightly.

“I got hit with some asshole’s fuckin’ quirk and-” he begins explaining himself, something he probably should have done when you showed up at the door. 

“It was good though,” you say, tilting your head at him from where you lay.

Katsuki blinks at you, his expression completely flat. You should really know just how fucking crazy you drive him. Then, he scowls a little, not because he’s upset, but because he’s currently feeling the opposite and that makes him awkward. 

“You’re into that shit?” He says, a bit incredulously. 

"please, let me fill this pussy up. buy you whatever you want, fuck - I just need to fill you up, angel.."

his fingernails are making indentations in your ass cheeks from how hard he's squeezing. you're not making it any easier for him by how you bounce on his cock, plush thighs slapping against his - plap plap plap - so loud that it echoes around his bedroom.

"fuck, I'm gonna, angel! can i- err, inside, please?"

you'd never heard koko beg for anything in his life, but it felt and sounded so good to hear him plead for you in this way.

his pretty black eyelashes were spotted with tears, his cheeks flushed pink and tongue lolled out, revealing that sleek, silver tongue bar.

at this point it wasn't about the money or any gifts that he'd promised you, you simply reveled in hearing your powerful executive boyfriend cry for you to let him cum.

and cum he did.

koko's seed filled you to the brim, his harsh panting slowly subsiding as he rode out his high, gently rocking you against him, hands still cupping your ass in a vice grip as his cum seeped from between your thighs.

"thank you, angel. gunna take you shopping tomorrow so you can ride me again in the dressing room."

@ranspuppy

For a moment, Bakugo swears he wants to bash Kaminari’s face into his flatscreen. And for a moment, he lets that impulsive thought win— getting up and grabbing two fistfuls of Denki’s shirt before promptly getting cut off by Kirishima.

“Alright alright,” Kirishima forcibly pries Bakugo off of the other blond, pushing him off to the side. “That’s enough, you two. Kaminari was just messing around. I’ll admit, it wasn’t a good joke, but no need to hurt the guy, okay Bakugo?” 

Kirishima knows that Kaminari wasn’t being that serious, but Kirishima can also admit that what he had to say held some ounce of truth. And Kirishima knows Bakugo well enough to see how your boyfriend tends to be rather skittish and protective with matters concerning you— which is exactly why Eijiro had to stop him before it was too late. He really didn’t feel like preparing for Denki’s funeral or helping hide Katsuki escape from a homicide charge.

And that was that…up until a few minutes ago.

Katsuki’s tried to forget that conversation. But try as he might, his mind betrays him and can’t help but wander back to what Denki said that night.

He trusts you of course, and has complete faith in your relationship. However, he’s curious to a fault, just about perhaps too curious for his own good. 

How badly could this end?

As it turns out, this whole scheme seems to be playing out very poorly. 

Dozens of photos of you— screenshotted from your social media accounts— fill Katsuki’s screen. He had to choose photos you uploaded yourself, because most of his photos of you were either too…suggestive or too domestic (and he wants to be the only one to see you in those moments).

He swipes through “your” profile one last time before clicking “done” to officially put you on the market. And just like that, Bakugo’s met with the faces of men who are nowhere near your level. He goes through the batch of profiles, scrutinizing each one he comes across. He’s (un)surprisingly selective with the ones he chooses to swipe right on— making sure that they’re at least somewhat conventionally attractive. To his surprise (or dread, rather), his phone pings right away with a notification from someone who swiped back. Another ping. A message. 

You free tonight? 

Bakugo scoffs. He looks through the guy’s profile— a picture of him at a party with his arms around some girls, another with him doing a victory pose presumably after hiking, and one with him holding a fish. He feels his mouth curl in disgust, about to give into the urge to reply and give this guy a piece of his mind, before he realizes he’s pretending to be you. He takes a deep breath, closes out of the app, and puts down his phone. 

He’s starting to regret this.

Bakugo’s phone has gone off 15 times in the last hour. Bakugo has also felt the need to strangle some stranger through the phone 15 times in the last hour. Your (read: his) profile has existed for less than 60 minutes, and you already have a whole address book of nobodies trying to link with you and get a quick fuck. 

He feels the familiar beginnings of a headache creeping up the back of his skull. He thinks he might need a drink. Why did he decide to do this again?

In hindsight, he probably should have known this is exactly how it was going to go down. 

What was that saying? Curiosity killed the cat?

Yeah.

He was never great at self-preservation in the first place. So this, the feeling of overwhelming jealousy, frustration, possessiveness brewing up a storm threatening to pour out of every single fiber of Bakugo’s being— was no surprise.

He watches as the numbers at the bottom of his screen increase steadily, before tapping on the star icon. 

‘99+ likes!’ it reads. Over 99 people who saw your profile and thought you were beautiful. Bakugo pales, and he can feel the cold sweat building on the nape of his neck. He grips his phone, knuckles turning white. Is he shaking from anger or nervousness?

Anger because all these guys think they even have the slightest chance with someone as amazing as you. Nervousness because what if you decide that they do? You wouldn’t actually leave him for one of these guys, right? Right?

None of these men would walk through hell and back for you. They don’t know how you like your coffee, the details of your skin care routine, how you like to binge watch shows and talk Katsuki’s ear off about them (not that he ever minded, of course). They don’t know you, not like he does. Katsuki looks at you like you hung the moon. In fact, he’s pretty convinced that you did. Everything good in his life— the warmth, the color, the joy,— is encompassed by you. He’d be damned if he lets some greasy little nobody take that from him. Because the moment Bakugo fell in love with you, you became a part of him— inextricably and indefinitely. Loving you has become so intrinsic to him, that even the mere thought of another person loving you or looking at you the same way he does has him going insane. Not that anyone could love you like he did, though. That thought brings him some comfort, but not for long. 

One last notification he sees sends him spiraling. Bakugo swears that he can see red. That’s when he deletes the app, and throws his poor phone in some random corner of the living room, which is markedly one of the smarter choices he’s made as of late. He marches to your bedroom with a fire burning in his chest. 

He stops short of the door and finds you sitting at the edge of your shared bed, fresh out of the shower. You’re applying lotion, and he watches the cream absorb into your skin wordlessly, in awe at how overwhelmingly beautiful you manage to look in the most prosaic of tasks. For a second, he almost forgets the reason he was upset in the first place.  

Your hair is still damp, water droplets accumulating at the tips, and Katsuki feels his mouth run dry the minute he watches a stray bead fall and make its way down your neck and stop perfectly in the dip of your collarbone. Your very existence is forever etched into his heart, every inch of you carved into his memory, but even still he can never get tired of looking at you. At every angle, in every lighting, he needs to see you in it. You could call him obsessed, but he’d simply laugh and agree, because what’s so wrong with that? Especially if it’s you. 

You’re one to be studied— to be adored, Katsuki thinks, to the greatest capacity. It’s what you deserve. And what better person for that task to fall upon than him?

He finds himself naturally gravitating towards you, his finger tracing the same exact path the water had carved just moments before, wordlessly. You try to pay no mind, but it’s difficult as you realize just how close Bakugo was and how your towel barely manages to cover up your most intimate parts. One wrong move and you’d be exposed. With how things were playing out, and the predatory glint in the blond’s eyes, you don’t think your boyfriend would be too perturbed with your current predicament. 

Katsuki presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before he crouches down. Suddenly, you’re at eye level with one another, his hot breath tickling your lips. You think for a moment he’s going to kiss you so you lean forward, lips waiting. But he merely grazes them before he sucks a deep bruise into the juncture of your neck, biting slightly. 

You’re barely given any time to react before he’s grabbing the hand that’s securing your towel and ripping it away, the offending garment falling off your body. Your flesh prickles with goosebumps as its exposed to the sudden chill.  It’s quickly replaced by the heat of Bakugo’s body as he pushes you lightly, your back hitting the mattress. He crawls on top of you, muscular thighs on either side of your hips, your head placed conveniently between his forearms. He’s trapped you, a nonverbal challenge for you to try and escape. 

You’re a work of art, he thinks, but much more valuable than any pièce de résistance framed in any museum. 

Beautiful, yes, but far too blank for his liking. He wants to ruin you, make you his own personal magnum opus. And so he does. 

He presses a clothed knee against your bare cunt, pressing firmly. His lips continue their assault on your neck, leaving angry purpling bruises in their wake. Rough hands find your breast, and you moan in surprise when he gives both of them a harsh squeeze as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. Katsuki kisses you like a man dying of thirst, hungry for everything you can offer him and more. It’s all too much already, the way he’s kissing you has your mind reeling, and you have to turn your head away for a moment to catch your breath. Katsuki thinks it’s a moment too long without you, so he coaxes you into locking lips with him once more. A wave of mischievousness washes over you, prompting you to take your boyfriend’s lower lip in between your teeth, biting down lightly. 

You feel his breath hitch, before he lets out a low groan as he grinds his clothed dick against your bare wetness. He returns the favor, sucking on your bottom lip before letting it go with a wet pop. He pulls back with a lazy smirk, his lips pursing together to scatter messy kisses down the base of your throat and down your chest, alternating between sucking and biting at the flesh. 

He gives you a good once-over, scanning every surface, committing them to memory. You feel the need to curl into yourself with how intensely those vermillion eyes are piercing into you, memorizing every single curve, scar, freckle like he’s done time and time again. 

He drops down to his knees, broad shoulders bullying their way in between your legs, forcibly prying them open. He grips your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, and drags you down the mattress until your legs are dangling off the bed.

“Jesus, Kats, be more gentle.”

“Shhh. I know you like it when I’m not gentle,” he chuckles. As if to prove a point, he pulls you down even further, giving a harsh bite to your inner thigh. He smiles deviously when you yelp. You try to pull at his hair but his reflexes are too quick, pinning both of your wrists down on either side of you easily. “Besides, this is the perfect height for me to eat you out, dontcha think baby?” 

You want to chastise him for being so crass, so Katsuki, but the words die on the tip of your tongue the minute he gives a sweet, loving kiss to your clit, sucking lightly. 

“You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this except for me.” 

You’re not entirely sure what brought this on, but you find it hard to complain when Bakugo drags his tongue from your throbbing clit to inside your pussy, drinking everything you have to offer. 

Your hands automatically try to find purchase in his blond locks, struggling against the vice grip Katsuki has on your wrists. He decides to take pity on you, loosening his hold so you can slip your hands into his hair, moaning appreciatively when he feels you tug. He rewards you by flicking his tongue on your clit over and over again, just the way you like it. He does it until your moans begin to pitch higher and higher, the same way that they do when you’re close. He doesn’t stop his ministrations even after you cum, riding out your orgasm until your thighs are shaking from overstimulation. He pulls away from you with a loud pop, taking in the sight before him. 

He runs a hand up and down your thigh soothingly. “So fucked out already and we’re barely getting started, baby.”

Your mind is barely processing his words before you feel Katsuki’s erection brush against your stomach, his clothing haphazardly discarded on the floor. He taps the head of his dick against your clit to tease you, a feeling of satisfaction swelling when you cry out from under him.  

He watches in fascination as strings of your arousal cling to him. He positions his length at your entrance, locking eyes with you as you hold your breath in anticipation. Katsuki likes you like this. Needy for him. 

 “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?” He slips into you with a stuttered groan. 

Katsuki’s always been big. You never get used to the initial stretch, no matter how many times you two fuck. Still, that doesn’t stop him from sliding in with ease from the slick of your last orgasm. It easily coats his cock as he gives a few experimental thrusts. He groans in rapture. How do you manage to feel so good every time? It’s enough to drive him insane. Perhaps he already is. 

“So fucking perfect, no wonder why all those losers want you.” He mutters out the last part, and you’re not sure if you caught that right. 

“What?” He chooses not to respond, and you aren’t given the opportunity to think any further before your legs are thrown over his shoulders, Katsuki’s weight effectively pinning you in place. The stretch knocks all the wind out of your lungs, and all you can do is cling to Katsuki, nails leaving red, angry lines on his well-defined back.

He wastes no time before he starts drilling into you, hips slotting in between your legs perfectly. The position has him pressed against your clit, and your entire body feels like it’s been set ablaze, with Katsuki holding both the power to have it burn even brighter and the ability to extinguish it. And you’re almost there, you can feel your soul slowly ascending, your room filled with hymns of pleasure, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, threatening to unravel along with your sanity. Katsuki can feel it too— the way you’re squeezing him tighter, how your gasps and moans have climbed just a note higher, how absolutely ruined you look, how he’s responsible for your current state. Which is exactly why he wants to push it even further, he wants to see how much you’ll break for him— and only him. 

Katsuki cuts you off right before you can reach your peak, pulling out but making sure just his tip is inserted. You come to and take a look at your lover and marvel at the sight. He has a crazed look in his eyes. The way he smirks is absolutely wicked. 

You feel distraught— having been so close but having it ripped away from you. You give your boyfriend a petulant pout.

“Katsuki,” you whine, slapping a hand against his sweaty chest, “Why’d you stop? I was so close!”

“Because I didn’t want you to cum yet,” he says simply. “You’ll be good for me, yeah? I’ll give my baby what she deserves, as long as she’s good.” 

You roll your eyes, huffing. That won’t do for him.

As much as he loves seeing you indulge, he feels a need to punish you— at least a little bit to even begin to atone for being the wicked temptress you are. 

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” Bakugo growls, gripping your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, causing your lips to purse slightly. “I said be good, okay? Wanna take my time with you.” 

There’s a moment of respite, until you sigh in defeat, knowing better than to argue with him lest you wanted to dig your own grave. “‘Kay, ‘ki.”

He flashes you a smile. Obedient, just how he likes you. “Good girl.”

Katsuki draws his hips back, thrusting just enough to fuck his tip into you. He’s teasing. The amount of willpower on his end it takes not to cum is nauseating. 

“You’re so pretty, aren’t you?” he rasps, one hand finding their way around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. Your hands reflexively grab his wrist. 

All you can manage is a fucked out moan. Katsuki has to resist the urge to coo, about how he’s managed to turn you into a cockdrunk mess in such a short matter of time. The wave of possessiveness that’s been gnawing at the depths of his soul begins to seep out, and he’s reminded of the reason why the two of you are in this position in the first place. 

He gives your throat another squeeze and a rough slap to your clit. “C’mon princess, answer me. Say it.” He slowly adds more and more pressure until your ears grow hot and air feels like a precious commodity. 

“I-i’m pretty,” you manage to gasp out, tears spilling from your lash line as you begin to lose yourself between the space of pleasure and pain. 

Good. Always so pliant for him.

“That’s right, baby,” he concedes. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He punctuates the last word with a deep thrust, right against that spongy spot that feels so good. You’re so sensitive that it’s enough to send you spiraling into your second orgasm, walls spasming around him uncontrollably. 

Katsuki stills, staving off his own release with all the restraint he can summon. He silently thanks whatever divine forces are out there that he didn’t cum the minute he felt the first clench of your orgasm. 

He grits his teeth as he wills himself to move, trying not to get lost in the wetness that envelops him. You’re babbling now, senseless moans filling Katsuki’s ears like a sweet melody. 

“Kats, please, I’m too sensitive—” You’re shaking now, muscles trembling with every thrust. 

“But I’m not done with you yet,” he says simply, drawing his hips back with a particularly rough thrust. You choke back whatever you were going to say with a loud cry. “What’s your color, baby?”

You take a moment to answer, brain trying to comprehend the words just uttered to you. You look at Katsuki firmly, “Green.”

“Atta girl,” he praises, the drive of his hips beginning to shallow. He’s close, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. But for you, he tries. “You’re mine, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, shivering as goosebumps dance across your skin. 

“Say it,” Katsuki pleads, thrusts growing sloppy by the second. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m all yours, ‘ki.” 

With that, Katsuki’s fate is sealed. He’s left groaning as a flash of pleasure shakes his very soul, filling you up with so much cum that it dribbles onto the mattress even while he’s still inside you. You follow suit, an embarrassingly obscene rhythm of squelching noises fill the silence as you spasm around his dick. He collapses on top of you, but he’s still coherent enough to not dump all his weight on you. 

Your labored breaths fill the room as the two of you come to. Katsuki pulls out of you with a wince, still a bit sensitive. He gives you a peck on the lips before he drags himself down, settling in between your legs much like he was earlier. 

You tense up, “Kats, wait—”

Any and all protests cease the moment Bakugo works his tongue inside of you, slurping lewdly as he drags out the mixture of your cum and his, swallowing. He tries not to stimulate your puffy clit in an attempt to be merciful, but you still feel yourself steadily climbing to what would be your fourth orgasm this session. While the past three have been intense and drowning, this one comes to you in waves, dull pleasure invading your senses as Katsuki continues to eat you out to clean you up. 

He pulls away when you finish, your slick and his saliva coating his chin before he wipes it off on the back of his hand. You stare at his half-hard erection with a half concerned, half quizzical look. “Do you…” you lick your lips, “need help with that? I’m a little sensitive down there  but I could use my mout—”

“Nah, I’m good babe,” he says earnestly, flashing you a smile that he only ever shows around you. “I’ll be back.” With that, your boyfriend leaves the room only to come back with a bottle of water. 

“Drink.” You comply, finishing half the bottle graciously before handing it to him. He downs the rest before he settles next to you on the bed, laying on his side. You mirror him, shifting your body so that you’re both facing each other. 

Katsuki reaches out, finger idly tracing random shapes and lines onto the bare skin on your hip. He has a pensive look on his face, one that he usually doesn’t hold after stolen moments like this; it’s an expression he wears when he’s in deep thought. 

“Baby,” you call out. His eyes snap to yours, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha thinking about?” You watch as a hesitant look flashes across your boyfriend’s face before he shakes his head.

“S’nothin’. Just thinkin’ about us two.” He speaks lightly. It’s always been difficult for him to voice his inner thoughts and feelings, so he tends to beat around the bush. You’ve learned that if you ever want something out of him, you’d have to pry a little. Katsuki always indulges you though. 

“What about us?”

“Do you- do you think you’ll ever get tired of this?” He repeats himself, clearing his throat. The question is followed by a weaker, “...of me?”

You think it’s the most ridiculous question he’s ever asked, because the answer should be obvious. “I’d never get tired of you, Katsuki. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replies automatically, “but if I ever do anything that upsets you, or if I get too much for you, or if I—” he’s rambling now. Yes, it’s difficult for Katsuki to talk about his feelings, but once you manage to get him to open up, all the walls of his self-made fortress come crashing down and it’s up to you to pick up the pieces. 

“Baby,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips, cupping his sharp jaw with one hand. “Look at me.” And he does— ruby eyes meeting yours. “I love you because you’re you. And I choose to be with you everyday. It’s not always gonna be perfect, no relationship is. But I know that I will always wake up and choose you.” 

You can see the anxiety melt away from Katsuki’s body, shoulders slumping as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Love you too, sap,” is all he says before he’s pulling you against his chest, squeezing you into a bearhug. You two stay that way until both of you are lulled to sleep. 

You’re laying in bed with Katsuki, both of you dozing off when you hear a slight buzz from your phone on the nightstand. You squint as you try to read the notification, and make out that it’s from your friend.

Denki Kaminari: So did it work?

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing, giving a quick glance over your shoulder to check on your boyfriend— fast asleep. You turn back to your phone, your thumbs making quick work at your keyboard. 

You: Just like I said it would. Thanks Denki :)

"I-It... It was just one dance. One... just one! I swear!" You cried, pleading with your sorrowful eyes, as he attached the metal cuffs to the chain attached to the wall. "I'm sorry... please... please don't do this..."

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you to look up at him. "I've been tried to save you. To keep you out of that filthy gutter. But you kept on coming back," he said through his teeth.

"Al—"

Your skin stung and ear began to ring as soon as a hard slap landed on your right cheek.

"You wanted to be treated like a slut? So be it!"

He took one of your nipples in his mouth, nibbling it while roughly pinching and kneading the other.

You tried to get away by grabbing the metal chain above your head, but he immediately caught on and placed his hands on your hips.

"Do that again. I dare you."

You pleaded while trying to keep his tongue away from your overstimulated core, but he simply pushed your legs against your chest. Savoring your juices like a madman.

"M's...rry..." you slurred while looking at the painting hanging on the wall. Something you've never seen before. "No... more... no more..."

"Why?" he asked before chuckling. "Can you even do something about your situation?"

A sharp gasp came from your lips as soon as his girthy cock slid into your abused hole.

The sound of chain and the creaking of the bed created a deranged symphony—one that Alastair would listen to over and over.

Your sense of time became non-existent as he made you understand who owns you. Only when he became exhausted did Alastair stopped.

You tried to wiggle away, but one firm grip kept you in place. Followed by a swift thrust from him.

"Stay still."

"Let me... go..."

Alastair chuckled before whispering into your ear. "And where will you even go?"

He grab your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "This is your home now."

“F-fuck.. i can’t- ‘s too much,” you cried, tears staining your pretty cheeks as you were brought closer to your fifth orgasm. Gojo groaned, admiring the way your tits bounced along with your movement on his thick cock.

He was so damn deep inside you, cock twitching at the sight of his tip pushing slightly against the skin of your lower belly. “C’mon baby, one more. Be a good girl and give me one more yeah?” He grunted out, long fingers curling tighter into your hips to fuck you even harder.

Gojo’s lips met yours in a short sloppy kiss, your drool filled chin along with your constant moans and babbles making his dick impossibly harder inside you. Pulling away, he smirked, “gonna be my good girl and make a mess for me? Squirt all over my fucking cock?” he growled out, hammering up into your g spot in a way that made you see stars.

Loud choked sobs left your throat as your body trembled on top of him, mouth agape practically swallowing your salty tears. It hurt, but it hurt so good, “hmm, i can’t! hurts, ‘m so close and it hurts,” you sobbed.

“You’re already there sweetheart, fuck, you’re right there. Just fucking take it, take it for me,” one hand leaving your hip and making its way down to your clit to rub the swollen little nub. You were so dizzy, feeling as if the whole world was spinning around you.

You let out a loud high pitched moan, body shaking uncontrollably and your vision blurring, toes curling hard as Gojo fucked you through your orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried, a clear stream of liquid gushing out from your abused hole.

Gojo grinned, “There we go, that’s a good fucking girl,” he praised, thrusts getting sloppier as he approached his second orgasm. “God baby, you’re gripping me so hard. Gonna cum in that tight little pussy okay?”

Your head was so empty, nodding absentmindedly as your eyes threatened to close shut. “Fuck” he groaned loudly, bottoming out inside you and allowing his seed to fill you up. Some of it dripping down your thigh as he pulled out.

You were panting hard in an attempt to catch your breath, body still spasming as you let yourself fall limp against his chest. “you’re a meanie,” you pouted tiredly, feeling your pussy flutter at the new found emptiness.

Gojo placed a small kiss to your head, “I know i am baby, but you did so good, took it so well” He chuckled, gripping the flesh of your ass as he kissed softly down the delicate skin on your neck. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, next time i’m not stopping.”

Placing another kiss to your head he continued softly, “not even if you pass out.” Stroking your hair, Gojo watched as your eyelids came down over your glassy eyes, soft hums coming from your mouth to let him know you were listening- barely.