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When Kiri shares a secret fantasy with you, you’ve long become accustomed to what he’s silently asking. Sit on his face, put a leash on him, smack him around a little whenever you’re riding him. Granted, you like pretty much every fantasy he has and it ends up becoming something you love too, but this one? This one might be a bit much.
“I completely understand if you don’t feel comfortable with it, but can you just think about it? Please?” Kiri asks you, puppy dog eyes on display as he grips your sweaty hands tight in his own. He’s looking up at you through his lashes from where he sits on the couch and you stand above him. The position is supposed to give you an upper hand, some sort of power over him to decide what goes down in your bedroom. You’re used to it, whenever he begs for something new, but this one request just throws you for a bit of a loop.
“Does it have to be him?” You ask with a frown, eyes shifting away to look over at the plant you guys bought together on that one date a few months ago. You need to water it, you think, as it withers slightly under the bright sun rays.
“I know you and Bakubro don’t get along the best, but I think that would be the best part of it! That love-hate relationship, getting all your irritations out on each other while I watch you guys get along.” His eyes go dreamy, distant and faraway as he thinks about it. You can see a telltale twitch in his shorts, making your eyes narrow at him as his bottom lip slides between his teeth.
“Please? Just think about it? For me?” Kiri grabs you even tighter, pulling you into him until you fall into his lap, landing on the bulge that presses against you. You inhale sharply at the feeling, unable to help yourself as you grind against him, hands sneaking up to grab at the hair at the base of his neck. The longer you look at him, watch how his eyes get that glossiness again as he obviously thinks about the whole ordeal if you were to agree, it makes your resolve crumble.
You and Bakugou never got along much, he was loud and brash and he insulted Kiri—even if it was in his own weird way of showing love—entirely too much for you. He teased and he picked, smiling cruelly whenever you played into his tricks just because he thought it was funny. Fuck, couldn’t Kiri choose Deku to do this shit instead?
But, you’re a sucker for your gentle giant, and find yourself agreeing before you even realize it.
…
The moment Bakugou walked into your house, you were already regretting your decision. He came in, all six foot something, all towering powerhouse of a man, all cocky grins as he sneered down at you from the bridge of his nose.
“Ready to get fucked, princess?” He asks as a greeting, smiling wide when you only scowl and glare at him. You cross your arms over your chest, huffing, shooting Kiri a look as he winces and stands between the two of you.
“Okay, can you two please just get along for the sake of—”
“I didn’t come here for niceties.” Bakugou cuts off Kiri with a sneer, mimicking your own position as he directs his focus on you and you only. “I came here to finally break your little babygirl,” he faux gags at the nickname Eijirou gifted you and you gasp. “And to break your brat in.”
Eiji stands there, eyes bouncing between the two of you nervously as you both glower at each other. Bakugou finds it funny though, grinning wide and tight as he watches you physically steam at the ears, shaking, knowing you want to mouth off to him but unsure of how you’re going to pay for it later. So instead you huff, turning on your heel as you march your way to the bedroom without a verbal invitation.
“Let’s just get this over with already. Probably won’t even be able to make me cum.” You snap over your shoulder, hearing Bakugou scoff and Eijirou snicker under his breath. His laughter cuts off though when his friend shoots him a look, sheepishly looking away as he trails after the two of you into the bedroom.
The two men find you in there already stripping out of your shirt and pants, Kiri immediately slinking behind you to palm and grope at your flesh. Bakugou watches from the doorway, thick arms crossed over his chest as he watches you and Kiri fall into each other, giggling, sighing into the others mouths as you kiss and nip at each other. He lets it go on until Kiri sits at the edge of the bed, ready to take you with him.
“From here on out, she listens to me and me only. Got it?” Bakugou calls out, finally fully entering the room, thumbs hooked in his sweats pockets. He cocks his head to the side and grins when you shoot him a withering glare over your bare shoulder, Kiri’s red mane popping up over the curve to give him a pitiful look, almost as if the red head hadn’t literally asked him of this. Bakugou ignores it though, eyes shooting down to where your soft hands hold onto Kiri’s hair for support.
“Hands off, princess.” Bakugou snaps, huffing when you don’t immediately do as told. He takes a step forward, a threat that he’ll remove you from your boyfriend himself if need be, but you concede with a roll of your eyes when you feel his hard body pressed against your back. Bakugou breathes slow and heavily from behind you, his presence looming and intimidating, makes a shiver run down your spine.
“We went over the rules last night. Do I have to remind you of them, brat?” Bakugou ducks his head down to speak into your ear, loud enough that Kiri can hear. He watches with wide eyes, cock already starting to tent in his pants at the prospect that this is really happening.
You think back to your shared conversation last night, a group FaceTime call where you all discussed what was okay and what wasn’t, hard no’s and limits, safe word, and bodily signals. Today was really supposed to be a test run, nothing entirely too intense, but the thought of what was about to come still made a nervous shiver run through you. As much as you and Bakugou bumped heads, you didn’t think he would intentionally hurt or harm you in anyway. He was just a little shit, someone who just liked picking with you because he was childish and found it funny, but at the end of the day, you knew that you could honestly trust him with your life.
So you relax as much as you can with him breathing down your neck, hands loosening at your sides as you stare down at Eijirou, whose eyes bounce between the two of you quickly. You sigh through your nose, resisting the urge to reach out and hold onto either one of them.
“No, I don’t need to be reminded of them.” You answer back, voice quiet as you glance at the blond mass over your shoulder. Bakugou hums in approval, gripping your hips tightly in hand, following him as he walks you back a few steps until Kiri isn’t in arm reaching distance anymore. Your back is pressed firmly against his front, and you can already feel his arousal thickening up against his thigh from how pliant you’ve become so far.
“Colors? Safe word?” Bakugou asks gently, wrapping both arms around your middle section, head lowering so that he can breathe in the scent of your neck. You shudder at his proximity, eyes flittering as you watch Kiri shamelessly adjust himself when Bakugou starts pressing butterfly kisses against your skin.
“Green to keep going. Yellow to slow down. Red t-to,” you cut yourself off with a gasp when Bakugou suddenly engulfs a large portion of your neck in his mouth, tight between his teeth, clenching down on the flesh hard enough to make you tense but not enough to break skin.
“Finish it or we won’t start.” He snaps once he finally releases your skin, licking from the base of your neck to under your jawline just to watch you struggle again. You have to bite your lip to keep your whimper at bay, eyes clenched shut before you force them open, watching how Kiri watches entranced.
“Red to stop. Safe word is cucumber.” You rush out in a quick breath, Bakugou shaking his head at the ridiculous safe word Kiri had blurted out last night. But he hums, pulling away from you entirely, patting your butt to watch you jump in place slightly.
“Good girl.” He praises, his voice deep and gruff behind you, before it drops to a lower tone than you could ever imagine. “Now, get on your knees.”
You shoot him a look quickly from over your shoulder, eyes narrowed, mouth pinched in a thin line. Bakugou only raises an eyebrow at you, arms crossed over his chest as he walks slowly until he stands right beside you instead. He cocks his head to the side when you don’t move, as you curse him in your head for telling you to do something so dirty without any hesitancy or delicacy that Eiji would give to you.
“Did I fuckin’ stutter, princess? Get on your fucking knees.” His tone leaves no room for challenge though, despite how you give him all the smoke through your facial expressions. After a moment, you grunt, facing him before sinking to your knees, feeling Kiri’s hard stare from where he sits on the edge of the bed.
“And fix your fuckin’ face before I have to fix it for you.” Bakugou growls at you, looking at you from over the swell of his arms, trying to hide a smirk when his words only make you scowl harder. He watches you for a few moments, before he gestures to the loose gray sweatpants he wears.
“Take ‘em off.” He instructs, makes no move to remove his own pants like the fucking baby he is. He can practically hear the insult on your tongue, smirk growing wider when he sees you trying to refrain from getting smart and being treated like the mouthy brat that you are. You comply though, tugging his sweats a little harder than necessary, but he lets you have your little petty win for the moment. His sweats drop to the floor and you gasp, jerking back, as you quickly discover that he’s definitely not wearing underwear underneath. His cock springs from its confinements, hard and leaking and bobbing in front of your face, making your eyes cross as you try to take it all in. It’s not as big as Kiri’s, but it’s still big enough to give you a couple problems.
“Stop lookin’ all scared. I’ve seen Shitty Hair’s before, so I know you can take mine like a champ.” Bakugou snorts, shooting Kiri a look who sheepishly laughs and rubs at his nape. You can see the imprint of his cock already trying to buss through the material of his shorts, and you shiver as you recall every curve, vein, and thrust of it inside of you. Yeah, you can definitely take Bakugou’s, you think as you look back over at his drooling cock in front of you.
He reaches down to hold it at the base, lightly slapping the wet tip on your cheeks a couple times, chuckling every time you flinch and huff. He stops though, when your hand covers his own, glaring up at him, as you finally position it in to your mouth.
“Hurry up and suck it, I ain’t got all day.” Bakugou grumbles, though his voice takes on a new tone you haven’t heard from him before. It’s deep, gravelly, breathy enough that you take notice. It makes you wonder if you have more power over him than he might let on.
So instead of immediately putting it in your mouth, you kiss the drooling tip of it. Eijirou moans louder than Bakugou does at the sight, and it only boosts your confidence further, as you start laying more kisses along the shaft. You stare up at Bakugou the entire time, who has finally unfolded his arms to instead hold the back of your head with one hand, and resting a hand on his hip with the other. His ruby eyes are casted low as he stares down at you tonguing at the fat vein on his cock, biting at his bottom lip to keep his noises at bay.
He lets you go on until his hips start bucking, cock longing to be encased in your warm mouth. You concede, finally rearing back so that you can slide the tip of his cock between your plush lips. When you suck at him, tongue sliding against his slit, is when he finally moans. Its quiet, barely heard over the sucking sounds emitting from you and Kiri’s own moans at the sight, but you hear it. It’s a booster for you, a reason to keep going, if only to just make the asshole moan like a bitch in heat.
So you pull out all of your best tricks, bringing up both hands to start holding and fondling his shaft and balls, mouth working as much as you can. You’re used to not being able to fit everything in your mouth dealing with Kiri, and while Bakugou is a few inches shorter, it still causes a few troubles for your throat. It’s not a problem though, as you sink as far as you can, tongue sliding from your mouth to tease at his base as much as you can, feeling his thighs tremble and hips buck into you.
Bakugou groans at that, both hands fisted in your hair now, his arm angled high enough so that Kiri can still see the way you slob all over his cock. Its messy, the way he likes it honestly, with spit and drool falling in waves to slap against your chin and slide down to your bra clad chest.
“Fuckin—take it off, take off your bra ‘nd play with your tits.” Bakugou grunts, starting to use his grip in your hair to start fucking your face on his own. You moan when you feel his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, eyes fluttering close as you start to fiddle with your bra clasp, finally getting the damned thing off of you as you throw it in Kiri’s direction.
You peel your eyes open, mouth still full, head turning a little to see how Eiji is holding up and honestly, its not too well. He’s palming at his cock, hips rolling up as he bites harshly at his bottom lip, a tiny little trickle of blood sliding down his chin from where his sharp canines gnaw. His eyes are pleading, boxers already wet and stained and messy, and overall, he looks as messy as you feel. He groans, eyes rolling back, when your turned position makes Bakugou’s cock create a bump in your cheek, fucking it over and over again until the blond turns your head straight so his cock can slide down your throat again instead.
“Play with your fuckin’ tits.” Bakugou grunts out, leaning down so that he can slap at the fat of your breasts with his palm. You moan at the sting, eyes clenched shut as you start following his directions, pinching at your nipples and pulling until you can’t handle it anymore before repeating the process again. Your hips stutter from beneath you, wanting something to sit on, something to ride, something to get rid of this ache in between your thighs.
You abandon one tit to cup Bakugou’s balls again, the gagging sound from you choking on his cock intensifying when your hand makes his hips jerk erratically. He curses loudly, head thrown back as he holds your head down in place for a few seconds before pulling you back by your hair, gasping for breath. You’re insatiable, he thinks, as you immediately dive back in to have his cock in your mouth, rolling his balls in your hand like you’ve done it a thousand times before.
He has to take a step back, still holding you by your hair, as he smacks your hand away from his balls. You pout up at him though, looking to Kiri for some kind of explanation, but he only laughs as he lazily strokes his cock through his boxers.
“Bakubro’s balls are really fuckin’ sensitive.” Is the only answer he provides with a shrug, finally slipping his boxers down his thighs. It must be some sort of signal you don’t recognize, as your eyebrow quirks up before Bakugou is manhandling you into position. He drags your head down, forces your ass up as you feel him kneeling behind you.
“And how the hell would you know that?” You quip from your position on the floor, Kiri’s socked feet on either side of you. You try to look up as you ask him, but Bakugou just holds a tight fist of hair in his hands and lowers you back down to the ground, leaning over your frame until his heavy body rests on top of yours as he takes the time to rip your panties off of you.
“I used to have your boyfriend in these same positions when we sidekicks.” You can hear the grin in his voice, rolling your eyes at his words. It wasn’t a surprise, Eiji had told you many times about his escapades with his friends before he met you, but the blond asshole didn’t have to sound so cocky about it.
“Just hurry up and fuck me.” You groan, wiggling your hips back on the heavy cock that rests along the base of your spine, his balls hanging low enough that they tickle your puckered rim.“And try not to cum too fast, asshole.” You tease with a grin, yipping in surprise when your comment makes Bakugou bite at your shoulder.
“Gimme the collar and leash.” Bakugou snaps up to Kiri. You feel yourself shudder, eyes fluttering as you can already imagine the feeling of the cool leather against your skin. You loved putting a collar on Kiri just as much as he loved putting it on you, and you had a feeling that Bakugou would use that love to his advantage.
He slips it on from your lowered position, buckling the leather up on the back of your neck, checking to make sure its not too tight, as he then clips the soft red leash onto it next. Bakugou checks over your body and comfortability for a few seconds before he murmurs to you,
“Color?”
“Fuckin’ green.” You answer back in a quick breath, eyes already starting to slip close as you feel the sweet leather tickling your neck. Bakugou chuckles at your eagerness, pecking at your earlobe before he finally sits up on his knees behind you. You buck in place when you feel his fat cock slap down against your wet hole, already stretched out from Kiri fucking you earlier, but tight enough that you feel the burn when he slips inside of you.
He teases you first, feeds you an inch, before pulling out, slides in the whole fat head of his cock, before pulling out again, fucking in another inch, another two, before pulling out. Its torture, you think, as your eyes start to water already from the pressure building up inside of you.
“Please fuck me.” You whimper, defeated, your previous fight from earlier completely dissipated now that he’s starting to stretch you out, now that you feel that collar hugging your throat tenderly.
“Aww,” Bakugou teases with a laugh as he pulls out again before only giving you the tip. “What happened to all that spitfire from before? All those times you said you hated my fuckin’ guts? Now you’re begging for me to fuck you?”
Mean, that’s it, his tone is so fucking mean and teasing. It makes you huff, a few stray tears falling down your cheeks as you try to fuck yourself all the way back on his cock. He tuts and pulls back though, holding your hip down with one hand as he pulls at your leash with the other. It captures your breath for a moment, just the way you like it, and you moan breathily before you can find the words in you to speak.
“Eiji,” you whine, craning your head back to look at your boyfriend, whose fat cock looms in front of you from your kneeled position between his legs. “Tell him to stop being so mean.”
Eijirou looks down at you with eyes full of hearts, loving the position of you beneath him, looking over your shoulder to see how your slicked up lips part around Bakugou’s fat head, your trembling lips, your teary eyes. The sight makes him groan, as he spits on his cock crudely before he starts pumping himself even faster. Before Eijirou can open his mouth to help you, Bakugou pushes you back down again by the back of your head.
“Do you really think this perverted fuck is gonna help you right now? Hah?” Bakugou teases with a grin, pulling your leash back until your body starts to understand his unspoken rule of fucking yourself on his cock without any of his help. You take advantage of the opportunity though, sucking in more and more of his length between your soaked walls as your hips start slapping lewdly against his pelvis.
“He called me because he knows—wants me to be mean to you. He wants me to tear you apart so you can come crawling back to him to put you back together. He likes the shit, princess, and you do too if you agreed to fuck me.” Bakugou’s words make you moan louder than you expectedly to honestly, as your cunt clenches down on him in sporadic throbbing. He hisses at the feeling, watching how your cute little ass smacks against his lower stomach and pelvis, watches how his cock disappears inside of you over and over again.
You feel like you’re going crazy, with every tug of the leash, with every quiet coo from Kiri, from every word uttered from Bakugou’s mouth. You grip the carpet tightly in your hands, mouth falling open in a constant moan as your eyes clench shut.
“Please, can I touch myself? Please?” You beg, looking over at Bakugou from your shoulder, eyes a teary mess as drool slips from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes roll up when he fucks you back on his cock and keeps you there, shaft rubbing up against that pleasurable spot inside of you. It makes you wonder if you even need to touch your clit at the rate you’re going now.
“Go ahead. Cum as many times as you want.” Bakugou smirks, finally letting you go so he can watch you fuck yourself back on his cock again.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You mutter under your breath, fingers immediately sliding down your body to start rubbing furiously at your clit. You know you’re probably gonna regret it, with how easily Bakugou agreed to letting you cum already, but you’re too wrapped up in your impeding orgasm. It crashes over you quicker than you could prepare for, a sudden and harsh tidal wave that knocks the breath out of your lungs and makes your entire body shiver.
Bakugou pulls you up by your nape until you’re sitting on your knees, cunt still spasming as the new position his cock is hitting you only prolongs your orgasm. You bite at your bottom lip, tears escaping your clenched eyes as you keep rubbing at your aching clit, your other hand reaching back to claw at Bakugou’s shoulder, hearing him growl deep in your ear.
“Let your boyfriend see how pretty you are when you cum on my cock, princess.” Bakugou growls, one arm wrapping around your middle to keep you up.
When you finally start coming down from your high, he lets you go, but instead of falling onto the floor, you instead fall into Kiri’s lap. You groan when his fist and knuckles keep sliding against your lips and nose, but that doesn’t stop your boyfriend from fucking his own fists.
“God, you look so good getting fucked, baby.” Eijirou groans from above you, eyes staring over your shoulder to how you still take Bakugou’s cock. The blond hasn’t stopped fucking you yet, hips bucking against you ruthlessly, finally taking over instead of making you fuck yourself on him. Its too much, your cunt still too sensitive as you go to remove it from where it rests against your throbbing clit, but Bakugou has other plans for you.
“Who said you could stop touching yourself, princess?” Bakugou huffs in your ear, biting it before he leans over and gives the tip of Kiri’s cock a broad lick. The both of you groan at the sight and feeling, your cunt clenching down hard, Kiri’s cock twitching wildly in his palm.
“But ‘m too sen-sensitive.” You hiccup, eyes clamped shut as Bakugou positions you until he can feel his cock sliding against your sweet spot with every thrust of his hips. You scream, body spasming as you can already feel another orgasm creeping up. You follow his directions though, still rubbing at your clit even though it starts to feel torturous from the overstimulation.
“Fuck, I’m so close.” You can hear Bakugou mutter in your ear, his balls tightening the more he feels you clamp down around him. You nod your head in agreement, fingers swiping over your clit quickly, as you peek your eyes open to watch Kiri start pumping his tip faster.
“Shit, me t—!” He cuts himself off with a groan, cock jerking in his hand as he suddenly cums all over his own stomach. His head is thrown back, red mane splayed over his shoulders as pretty white shoots out and coats his fist, even getting a little on your face in the process. You moan, still swiping at your clit as you can feel your own orgasm approaching quickly, tongue hanging from your mouth to catch and clean the cum that stains your face and Eiji’s stomach.
“Fuckkk,” you hear Bakugou groan into your ear, suddenly stilling as he fills you to the brim. That’s enough to knock you over the edge in only seconds, as he rests his body weight on top of you, hips still bucking as he fucks his cum inside of you. You whimper quietly as your orgasm passes over you, shivering, clenching around him in spurts.
After a few seconds, everything falls quiet and still, the only sound in the room you guys’ collectively panting. Bakugou is the first to move, as he groans when he pulls out of you, Kiri collecting your face in his big hands to kiss and peck sweetly at your lips. He’s looking over your shoulder to watch Bakugou’s cum and slick covered cock slip from inside of you, how your hole spits out the rest of the cum he filled you with.
“Nice job, bro.” Kiri grins boyishly, pulling away from you to tug Bakugou closer so that he can give him one of his infamous after sex kisses too. It makes you snicker, watching the two of them lock lips over your shoulder, how Bakugou’s eyebrows draw down when Kiri finally pulls away from the kiss with a grin.
Bakugou only looks at you curiously, before you groan and roll your eyes dramatically, pulling him in for an after sex kiss too. He hums against your mouth, cock fitting against the curve of your ass from where he presses against you. He pulls away first, eyes casted low as he looks in between the two of you guys again before clearing his throat.
“I’ll just get out of you guys’ hair,” he mutters, about to stand up but both you and Kiri pull him back down before he can. Eijirou scoops you up into his arms and throws you back on the bed as you giggle all the while, as he attempts to do the same with Bakugou, even though he growls and tries to wriggle out his hold like a cat being forced to take a bath.
“Aftercare first, and then you can go.” Kiri demands, finally wriggling the big blond into your bed in between the two of you guys. He grumbles, but lays on his back and lets you guys snuggle up on either side of him, wrapping his arms around both of your middles as he sighs and settles into the pillows. You unbuckle your collar and dump it to the floor before you get closer, wrapping a leg around Bakugou’s waist so that it touches Eiji’s own thigh, as you both use his pecs as a pillow.
“I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” You confess quietly, playing with the soft blond hairs on his chest. Bakugou chuckles, pulling you in closer by your shoulder and pecking your forehead.
“Got you dick whipped already, huh?” He grins, laughing when you suck your teeth and hit at his hardened abs. Eijirou chuckles from the other side of you, perking his head up so that he can look down at the two of you.
“It’s okay babe, I was too.” And you two can’t help but cackle, as Bakugou groans and covers his eyes, but nothing can hide his grin.