you were falling into a routine with a man who you only knew by an initial. you felt especially apprehensive because he did know your full identity, but you were glad he didn't really bring it up outside of asking questions about your likes and dislikes, interests, opinions, et cetera. definitely questionable about the safety of it all, but you needed something to keep you sane with the work you were toiling by with kami's case.
it didn't take too long to realize he was one of the kindest and easygoing people you had (hadn't) met in your life, and you didn't need to put much of a front with e. writing to him came so naturally.
e liked autumn best because summer was a busy time for him as a pro hero and winter felt too lonely after all the holidays passed, so it was the "good in-betweener". his words. alsoā he was a sucker for halloween. he told you that his mother sent him home with enough containers of homemade curry to feed him and all the people he knew, which made you giggle at the mental image. he has two sisters, one younger and one older. he says he's never felt like the middle child a day in his life because they all have such a close bond. his family must be really sweet based on the way he detailed endearing memories of them, you think.
letters made you both say whatever was on your minds and then forget about it for a few days. it was mildly inconvenient, at worst. honestly, it was a little stupid given that you both lived in the same city with perfectly functioning phones. which was exactly why you ruined it by asking for his number. it was the end of letter eighteen (or twenty, you weren't sure). the ache in your wrist from annotating case law made the idea of texting feel nearly seductive.
his response arrived three days later like clockwork. you sat at your desk, unfolded the letter, and immediately got to reading.
you reread his letter a couple times, giggling at his doodles.Ā
"cute." you said to yourself, trying not to smile.
there was something so boyish about the way he wrote to you that you couldn't help it. he was a pro hero, which should have made him intimidating in theory. he was trained to fight villains, handle disasters, and probably lift cars or something equally horrifying. yet here he was passionately defending the beauty of sending letters back and forth. truly acting like the top ambassador of snail mail.
the worst part was that he was right. you had expected to feel a little disappointed by the refusal, but it was more like being reminded that the strange rhythm you had with him existedĀ becauseĀ it was this way. texting would make everything too akin to a casual talking stage. oh god. you already were getting ahead of yourself. the smile that was on your lips falters a little.Ā
neither of you had even defined this relationship you had. you trace the part of the letter with your fingerā¦ lawyer pen pal.Ā
as swoon-worthy as the entire situation was toĀ you, you weren't too keen on getting ahead of yourself and misreading his intentions. lots of rejection and over-romanticization has taught you well and good over the years. despite that, it was hard to ignore the feeling in the pit of your stomach. you had told him things you hadn't told people you've known for forever. you shake the thoughts away.
you set the letter among the others in the old stationary box on your desk. the stack of cream envelopes inside was getting thick enough that you had to press the lid down a little harder to close it.
instead of responding, you forced yourself to shower and review more documents before bed because kami's case was unfortunately not going to be solved by you contemplating e's purely-platonic messages.Ā
when you finally crawled under your covers and stared up at your ceiling, tired as can be, your mind betrays you by drifting back to the anonymous pro hero. you were curious about what he looked like. you could deduce as an employed and self-proclaimed busy bee at his work, he's probably rather built. maybe tall, but you didn't care neither here nor there. mostly, you simply wondered what color his eyes were. back in your school days, a ton of your crushes had pretty eyes; your kryptonite.
but why would it matterāyou didn't have a crush on him, so why were you thinking about it? you brushed off the daydream train as soon as it came. stop fawning over your pen pal's potentially mesmerizing eyes! you turned over in your bed with a small embarrassed huff to no one in particular.
you hesitated to sign it as you usually did after your mental spiral about his intentions with writing you. mystery girl made no sense anyways; you doubt many quirkless women with your name were lawyers in musutafu.Ā
his friends had ended up at kirishima's apartment after patrol, occupying nearly every available seat. bakugou had made the dinner that was slowly disappearing across kirishima's dining table. "someone's in love central."
he looked up. denki was pointing at him with his chopsticks.
"what? no."
"you're thinking about miss lawyer. i can feel it." sero snorts. "where, in your balls?" denki shoots a withered look towards him. "you're so weird, man."
kirishima rolled his eyes, reaching for another piece of grilled meat. "i was thinking aboutĀ work, not her."
"liar," denki said immediately. "you've got the face."
"... what face?"
without looking up from her plate, mina chimed in. "it's the letter face."
bakugou clicked his tongue. "you idiots gave it a name?"Ā
mina nodded matter-of-fact-ly. kirishima's face pulled into a deadpan. "the what?"
"the letter face!" she finally looked at him. "you get all spacey and woo-woo, it's obvious you're thinking about your loooove letters."Ā
"i do not get all woo-woo!"
"you do," sero agreed.
kirishima gave up trying to defend himself. there was no point once they collectively decided on something. he reached for his drink instead, opting for silence.
"so," denki said. "what was her last letter about?" mina slaps him upside the head. "you can't ask him about his private stuff like that!" slowly, mina gives kirishima a curious grin. "but reallyā¦ what did she write?"
kirishima rolled his eyes. "it was a lot of stuff about her private life, but she did ask me to trade numbers."
every conversation around the table stopped.
"...and?" mina asked. "i said i'd rather keep writing." sero and denki groan in unison.
bakugou nodded once. "good. no need for some random fangirl to leak your phone number to the internet." kirishima frowned. "she is most definitely not a fangirl."
"whatever dude. fangirl or not, you could've been texting a hot chick," denki whines.
mina snickers quietly to herself, shaking her head as she picked up her phone. the conversation drifted after that. denki started arguing that kirishima was intentionally making his own life more difficult, while bakugou insisted people survived perfectly fine before smartphones existed. sero contributed absolutely nothing useful beyond occasionally saying "that's crazy," regardless of which side he was pretending to support.
mina wasn't listening anymore. she had absentmindedly opened a browser while everyone argued, your first name still lingering in the back of her mind after seeing it on the envelope earlier. quirk discrimination lawyer, right? it couldn't hurt to see what kind of firm you worked at. her thumb hovered over the screen for a second before she typed. multiple results populated the screen.Ā
"hmm." nobody heard her, but she went on to the first link. the firm's homepage loaded almost immediately.
"hey, guys."
the conversation continued. she cleared her throat.
"AHEM, guys!"
denki stopped mid-sentence. everyone looked over. mina stared at her phone for another second before lifting her eyes mischievously toward kirishima.
"i think i found her," she says, sing-song like.
kirishima's brain short-circuited for a second. āfound who, āherā?ā
āmiss lawyer! it's her, i'm ninety percent sure." mina held the sparkly pink phone up triumphantly. āmina, no.ā he didn't move to take it. "you can't just look people up like that."
"sheās super gorgeous, by the way,ā mina gushes, delighted at how easy it was. "totally could be a model." kirishima's frown deepened.
"oh my godāno way you're actually mad, are you?ā
"i'm not mad, i just think it's weird to go looking for her before she wants me to see her!ā
āyouāre making it hard for the rest of us dudes, being so chivalrous,ā sero said, "and also youāre lame if you arenāt a little curious.ā
"i'm being a good person, sero. it's manly."
"you're beingĀ annoying," denki corrected, already leaning over mina's shoulder without asking anyone's permission. ācāmon mina, lemme see!ā
"denki, moveā"
"oh my GOD," denki said, way too loud for the room. ādude. she's so fucking pretty! i'm pissed. how the fuck does a random letter lead to this?!ā
"it doesn't matter. sheāll show me when sheās ready.ā
"you're the only man in this apartment who's ever turned down a glance at a pretty girl on principle. idiot," bakugou said, still not glancing up from his plate. kirishima's jaw drops at him. bakugo shrugs.
"kiri, even bakugou agrees," mina points.
"tch, i didn't agree with you! i said he's an idiot."
sero, who had clearly decided the debate portion of the evening was over, reached across the table and turned kirishima's whole head toward the phone by the jaw like he was adjusting a mannequin. "there. you've technically already seen it. might as well look properly now."
"you guys are so stubborn.ā
āsays you. look at the girl.ā
his eyes flick to the screen.
it was just a staff photo. stiff, overlit, a photo every firm made its people take. ideally, it should make everyone look a little uglier than they were in person, but there you were: smiling, your eyes crinkling mid-moment, like someone off camera had said something funny right before the shutter clicked.
"yeah," kirishima said. "she's pretty." the table lost it immediately.
"THAT'S IT?" denki looked incredulous. "all you got is 'she's pretty'?"
"what do you want from me!"
"passion.Ā feeling. use more words!"
"i have plenty of words, denki, i'm choosing not to use them right now!"
"veryyyy suspicious," mina said, already smug again.
bakugou ended it the only way he knows how. by chucking a fork at denki's head, enlisting a yelp from the poor blonde. "shut up! fuckin' irritating, the whole bunch of you. i'm eating."
denki rubs his head and sulks. "every single one of you is violent. violent i tell you."
mina slid her phone back into her pocket, entirely unbothered by having been yelled at. "i'm probs gonna find her insta later,"
"mina."
"keyword probably!"
kirishima went back to his food, ears warm, doing a very bad job of looking unbothered. it was going to be really hard to remove the image of you from his mind every time he's writing. he was already too smitten over you without knowing your face.
adjusting your pencil skirt exiting your car, you walk towards the entrance of the bright orange building. yuma told you this morning that fatgum's assistant emailed her back, and that he was ready to have a talk with you.Ā
you knew he was one of the best pro-heroes of your time. genuinely kind hearted, always involved in charity events and uplifting his fellow heroes. you were glad he was finally in good enough shape to come in to the office, at least.Ā
heroes and support staff were moving through the lobby like a whirlwind as you entered the complex. you were used to that atmosphere at hero-affiliated businesses. a couple minutes early, you decided to start reading over your notes while you waited at the front desk. suddenly, someone rounds the corner too fast and fully collides into you, knocking the documents out of your hands.
"geez, i'm so sorry!"
you stumbled backward, one heel slipping against the polished floor. you brace for the contact, but a large hand caught your upper arm before you could do so. the man had quick reflexes, whoever he was. "are you okay? i didn't hurt you, did i?"Ā
"i'm fine," you said automatically, looking down to regain your footing. then you looked up.
pro hero red riot was stood in front of you. arguably one of your favorite heroes but you weren't alone. children loved him. the elderly loved him. based on yuma's opinions, a terrifying number of women online loved him too. he was much larger in person than he appeared on television, which felt unfair considering he already looked particularly massive in interviews. his red hair was pulled away from his face in its usual sharp style, and he was dressed in black agency athletic-wear instead of his costume.
more notably, he looked horrified.
"i really didn't see you there," he continued. "not that you're hard to notice! you're obviously noticeable. i just meant i wasn't looking, which why would i be looking? wait, noā" the man was tripping over his words unlike anything you'd seen from him. wasn't he known to be a really charismatic guy..? oh well, pro-hero pr agents do work harder than the devil.
you blinked. "right."
"your papers!"Ā
he released your arm as if he had only just realized he was holding you and immediately crouched down.Ā
you knelt to help him gather the scattered documents, although he was moving with such frantic efficiency that there was barely anything left for you to pick up.
"you don't have to do all that," you told him.Ā
"no, it was my fault, i got it!"
he reached for one page at the same time you did, and your fingers brushed. red riot jerked his hand back hard enough to hit his elbow against the front desk, an audible thunk. the receptionist looked down at the commotion, mildly amused.
"ow, fuck!" you look at him with a concerned expression. count that the first time you heard red riot curse. "are you okay?" you asked.
"never better!" his voice cracked slightly.
you frowned, staring at him again. he seemed nice enough, if not a little strange. perhaps he was simply terrible around lawyers. then his gaze dropped to the front page of your files. your name and firm were printed clearly beneath the case heading, confirming his beliefs.
"thanks for helping. i wanted to know if you could show me to fatgum's office?"
something almost like understanding passed over his expression, although you couldn't imagine why. before you could question it, the elevator opened across the lobby and a sidekick called his hero name. red riot glanced over his shoulder.
āshoot, iām sorry. i have to go lead patrol briefing," he said. ābut hina will show you where it is.ā he took two backward steps, towards the elevators doors. "and sorry again about nearly taking you out!ā
you giggle. "i'll recover, big guy."
he smiled then, wide and warm enough that you finally understood some of yuma's ramblings. he does have some nice eyes. you watched him jog toward the elevator, narrowly avoid walking into a potted plant, and disappear behind the closing doors. what a strange man.Ā
you turned back toward the front desk. hina, the receptionist, was trying very hard not to burst out giggling.
āmr. fatgum is ready for you upstairs. just up and to the left." she said, pointing at the corridor.
you nod. "thank you."
fatgum's office was located on the highest floor of the agency, decorated with photographs, gifts from children, and framed newspaper clippings from his career. the man himself sat behind a wide desk, dressed casually with one arm still supported in a sling. he was in his normal form, a sharp contrast to the usual size of him you saw during villain fights. he looked a little thinner, probably due to the injury rest time.
"thanks for comin' all the way over," he greeted. "sorry i couldn't meet with ya sooner."
you give him a concerned smile. "please don't apologize. i'm glad you're recovering."
he chuckles. "slowly but surely, kid."
you took the seat across from him and opened your case folder. "your assistant mentioned the police returned the equipment."
fatgum's expression sobered. "yeah. they finished collectin' the forensics they needed from it. the thing's pretty torn up, but i figured you'd wanna see it anyways."
he pressed the intercom and asked someone to bring the evidence container in. "before we look at it, i'd like to go over the delivery," you said. "the report says the aegis frame arrived here two days before the accident."Ā
"that's right."
"who accepted it?"
"one of our support coordinators signed for the shipment, but i picked it up personally later."
you looked down at the report. "from hashima's courier?"
"not exactly." your pen paused.
fatgum leaned back carefully in his chair. "that's the strange part. i was supposed to get it straight from that young engineer that designed it. kami, i think her name was."
you looked up sharply. "but she didn't come."
"right. another email from hashima came the morning of the delivery sayin' the arrangement changed. told me to pick it up from another hashima employee at one of their satellite offices. i've never had to go out to get new equipment before."
a faint uneasiness crawled up your spine.
kami had never mentioned that she was expected to personally deliver the frame. according to her, the equipment had left her department after the final internal inspection. she believed it had gone directly to the agency through the usual shipping process.
"do you still have that email?"
he slid a printed copy across the desk. "my assistant pulled the whole thread for ya."
you scanned the first message. it appeared legitimate, right down to kami's professional signature and employee identification number. it matched the information that kami originally emailed you with her plea as well. so someone was using her credentials.
the second email, however, had been sent from a different internal hashima address. no name, just a jumble of letters and numbers. there was something oddly familiar about it. not the name itself. the department, perhaps. corporate relations and product reinforcement. you made a note beside it.
"did you speak with this employee?"
"briefly. he was a tall fella, dressed real sharp." he leaned towards you. "listenā¦ off the record? the guy seemed like an asshole. he was actin' like he was in a hurry," fatgum recalled. "he said kami had been pulled into an emergency meeting and the team asked him to handle it."
"did he explain why the location changed?"
"nothing of the sort. was really in and out with giving me the gear. do you mind me asking why you're asking me questions if the police are investigating it already?"Ā
you give him a firm stare. "because i'm a quirk discrimination lawyer, i usually don't trust the initial investigation. i like to collect my own information, if that's okay."
fatgum raises his hands with a simple glance. "hey, i respect it. i'm willing to comply wherever possible."
the office door opened, and an agency member wheeled in a reinforced evidence case. fatgum nodded toward it.
"that's what's left of the frame."
once the latches were released, you stepped closer. the equipment inside hardly resembled the sleek silver structure from kami's blueprints and pictures. several sections had warped inward. the invisible plating had burned into a dark, glass-like substance around the joints, and internal wiring spilled out from the back of the structure. you pulled on the gloves provided by the police.
"which part failed first?"
"the left shoulder mechanism," fatgum explained. "it locked up when i used my quirk. then the chest plating started constricting instead of adjusting with it. the emergency releases didn't respond, and the rest is what everyone saw on the news." you crouched beside the container. something you noted while looking at the documents at home was that kami's original blueprints included three separate release systems. all of them were designed to function independently. even if someone had removed one during manufacturing, the other two should have activated. you examined the damaged control unit more closely. a part of the hardware control panel was blown open.
"was this panel open before the police recovered it?"
"as far as i know."
a row of screws along the edge caught your attention. most were damaged from the accident, the metal scratched and deformed. one was nearly untouched. newer than the others. you leaned closer. it was obvious someone had opened the control panel after the unit left kami assembled it.
"fatgum," you said carefully, "i'm going to need the original email files, not only printouts. the metadata is what i need. i also need security footage time stamps when you left the agency, the name of every employee who knew about the change, and the plate number of the car you used that day."
his face hardened.
"you think the handoff matters?"
"i'm telling you this because i trust you. but i know for a fact that kami didn't send either of these emails." you looked back at the second unfamiliar email. you shut the evidence case.
"and i think whoever gave this to you wanted everyone to believe she did."
fatgum's jaw tightened. "kid, i like you, and i want whoever did this to answer for it. but if what youāre saying is true..."
he reached into one of the folders on his desk and pulled out a business card, scribbling something before sliding it across to you.
"anything you need from my agency, you ask me directly. i don't care how inconvenient it is."
you looked down at the card before slipping it into your folder.
"thank you so much, fatgum."
"please, don't thank me yet." he shook his head. "i have a feeling you're going to need all the help you can get."
the man nods firmly after viewing the entirety of the footage clip. "thank you, hina. please send this to her as soon as you can." the little receptionist had a flash of mischief glimmer in her eyes. "mr. fatgum, can i show you something kinda funny?"Ā
he looks at her quizzically, but nods anyway. her fingers move rapidly and the time stamp from earlier this afternoon pulls up, where a certain red haired hero runs into you in the agency lobby. fatgum's eyes light up in recognition as he sees the awkward interaction of his second in charge bumbling about, trying to pick up the papers he spilled.Ā
hina's beside herself in a fit of giggles. "i don't know about you mr. fatgum, but i think kiri has aĀ crush."
"huh. seems so."
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the whole situation was stupid, really. you burnt the fuck out of some cookies, the smoke alarm goes off, and everyone in your building has to evacuate, et cetera.
of course, the two lead firemen that respond to the call are the most gorgeous himbos that youāve ever seen, and theyāre teasing you about it, just happy that everyone was okay. so you invite them to dinner for their trouble, and to prove that you actually do know what youāre doing in the kitchen.
they looked sexy in their uniforms, and theyāre even sexier now.
the blonde, katsuki, is dressed in an expensive-looking tee with the sleeves partially rolled up, showing off his biceps, tucked into loose-fitting ripped jeans and some designer belt that accentuates his slutty waist. the redhead, eijiro, is wearing a short-sleeved button down half open, his toned chest and collarbones on perfect display, and casual slacks that make his thick, muscular thighs look like sin. theyāre both styled with chains and rings, and katsuki has earrings that he definitely was not wearing to work the other day.
you take one look at them and youāre FUCKED.
and its worse because they know how hot they are ā as soon as you open your front door, every thought in your pretty little head evaporates and kiri is all beaming, fanged grins and bakugo is smug with a knowing glint in his sanguine eyes.
āoh, you look so pretty, babydoll,ā kirishima immediately lays it on thick, taking it upon himself to place one of his big, sturdy hands on your door and opening it all the way so the two can slip inside.
āth-thanks.ā
ānice place ā¦ good thing it didnāt go up in flames.ā
your face heats up at the embarrassment. āyeah ā¦ and thanks for coming ; I donāt have guests often but I really like to cook and bake for people.ā
āyeah? well you can make food for us anytime, angel, we just have to figure out a way to repay you.ā kiri hums, nodding his head down and hugging you. heās massive, his frame swallowing yours entirely.
katsuki hesitates at first, but he also decides to hug you after eijiro pulls away. they both smell so fucking good, wearing heady colognes that are distinctly different from each other, but neither one is overpowering. yum.
you serve the food and theyāre both so sweet, thanking and complimenting you the entire evening. you notice that neither of them ask for any sort of alcohol, which youāre thankful for.
āitās been so long since Iāve had a home cooked meal like this, and this has to be the best that Iāve ever eaten .. oh my god, angel.ā kirishima groans, eating up every last bit before setting his silverware back down.
his praise is enough to make your heart skip a beat, and youāre fluttering your doll lashes at him without even realizing it. āseems he doesnāt think very highly of my cooking.ā bakugo grumbles, but itās playful.
ācanāt you just thank our host instead of being an ass? youāre jealous, huh?ā
katsuki rolls his eyes before turning to you, his tone shifting entirely. āit was perfect, one of my favorites. thanks for having us, sweet thing.ā your gaze turns to the blonde, and you notice just how big his hands are as he drinks from a glass of water. itās distracting, but you manage to think of a response.
āyouāre welcome, it was no trouble, and I love to cook for people ā¦ and Iām sorry to ask, but do you guys live together, or something?ā
āyeah, best friends and roommates since high school. donāt worry, I take good care of him.ā kirishima teases and the blonde rolls his eyes again, clearly unamused. ālike hell you do, I feel like Iām your mother most days.ā bakugo counters, lightly kicking at kirishima, which just makes the redhead laugh.
āwell, what about dessert? I baked cookies properly this time.ā
the mensā faces light up and they nod at you .. but they both have other plans for dessert.
and yeah, they ate, and they praised you and thanked you to no end, and then they ate again .. but the main course, and even the dessert, could never compare to this ā you, and your perfect, glistening pussy. bakugo is sitting with you on the kitchen counter, holding you against his chest, and kirishima between your thighs.
youāre soaking all over katsukiās jeans, your wetness dripping through the ripped holes in the distressed denim and onto his skin, but itās not like he minds the mess, he loves it.
āsāeven sweeter than that homemade buttercream, baby, fuck. youāve gotta taste her, kats.ā kirishima moans, licking a wide stripe up your entire cunt, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit in a way that makes you shiver as you run your fingers through his thick, silky hair.
āI will, I will ā¦ Iāve just got such a pretty view right now.ā katsuki says over your shoulder, licking your neck before looking down at kiri.
their eyes meet while kirishima gives your cunt sloppy, open-mouth kisses, focusing on your clit, his dark eyelashes flutter and you can feel that thereās something not-so-platonic between them. it makes you whine as your thoughts blur, picturing these two gorgeous men pleasuring each other when theyāre alone.
katsuki is mouthing at the column of your throat, sucking obscene bruises onto your soft skin. he doesnāt know you very well yet, but youāre so cute that he canāt help wanting to mark you up for himself.
you donāt last long, and you wouldāve been more embarrassed if they hadnāt been doting on you as if you were the most perfect thing in existence, but kiri is telling you to cum so you donāt hold back on him ā āitās okay, princess, cum in my mouth, youāve earned it.ā
and when you cum, itās the cutest and hottest thing that either men have ever seen. thighs trembling, one hand in katsā hair and the other in kiriās as you try to bring them both impossibly closer. youāre lightly hyperventilating and crying, trying to calm yourself in their holds, but kiri isnāt letting up, still just lapping and sucking at your sweet pussy until you literally push him away from you.
ātoo much, kiri, please!ā
he finally relents, greedily licking his lips before wiping his hand with the back of his mouth, only to let katsuki lick up whatās left on his fingers. the blonde moans, closing his eyes and gently sucking on his bestieās thick, pretty fingers. you audibly gulp as you watch them ā¦
āatta girl, so fuckinā pretty.ā katsuki whispers against your neck, softly rubbing your sensitive kitty before he flips your skirt and apron back down, just so he can stuff his own fingers into his mouth to taste you again.
katsuki easily picks you up and carries you into your bedroom with kiri trailing behind, holding your sweet face and eagerly trying to kiss you as much as he can over his best friendās shoulder while he carries you ā kiri is obsessed, and he just canāt keep his hands off of you.
katsuki gently sets you down and they take turns removing your clothing, and then their own. they both look perfect ; they could be models even with the array of scars and cuts and bruises decorating their perfectly toned bodies, and theyāre both absolutely hung. it makes your mouth water and your pussy even wetter ; you can feel the slick already dripping down your plush thighs, mixed with kiriās spit.
āyou want us both? or one at a time?ā kirishima asks, his mouth still on your skin as he slips off your last piece of clothing. both men are trying to take it slow because they want to worship you, but theyāve both been fucking dying to have you like this since they first saw you, and especially after seeing you in that cute little dress in the kitchen today.
the question itself makes you blush an even brighter shade, and your breath catches, āj-just one.ā
āgotcha, angel ā¦ is that something youād want to try another time?ā and heās so sweet the way he asks such a filthy thing ā¦ so close that you can feel his pretty eyelashes against your cheek as he noses his way down to kiss your neck.
āI donāt know, m-maybe.ā
āgood girl, baby, itās whatever you want ā¦ no pressure, jusāwant to make you feel good.ā he speaks the words into your skin, kissing you in reverence, but itās still a lot. you havenāt had two partners at once before, so that was out of the question for now, but he still made you feel safe.
the feeling of being shared and doted on by these two gorgeous men was unreal, and you couldnāt tell if it made you feel like a slut, or like their prized possession .. maybe a bit of both, and maybe you liked it.
he switches topics, asking, āyou wanna let bakugo taste your pretty pussy now, angel? is that okay?ā
you nod without thinking and bakugo grins, laying you on your back, kissing all down your body while kiri settles into your squishy pillows at the headboard with you between his legs, your back to his chest. kiri is already impossibly hard, but the sight of you with his best friend kissing and licking and biting all over your pretty body makes him so hard that it hurts, with sweet little pearls of pre beading up at his pretty pink tip and rolling down his warm, thick length.
youāre so much smaller than them, so katsuki knows that he has to open you up with his fingers and tongue a bit because thereās no way that he or his best friend will be able to fit inside of you as is. katsuki is a munch, so wishes that he could just lay there and do nothing but suck on your perfect clit like his favorite little piece of candy, but hearing you whine and keen for him while he stretches you out is also a good option.
āfuck, katsuki, you feel so good,ā you sigh, already lost in him. your praise goes straight to his ego, and he sucks a deep bruise into your pelvis, rubbing his thumb over your clit. you melt into kirishima, using his muscular thighs as a scratching post, arching into katsukiās cute mouth and moaning like a bitch in heat.
heās thorough and heās nasty, licking up absolutely every inch of you to the point that you instinctively pull away, but kiri keeps a hand spread on your stomach, forcing you down into his friendās warm, wet mouth and making you take his precise tongue with nowhere to go.
you rock your hips against his face, bakugo relentlessly sucking your clit, with his fingers either sunk into your soft skin, or trying to inch his way inside of your tight cunny, sometimes swapping a thick digit for his tongue as he tries to fit deeper. itās all too much, and youāre already close again and he can tell, finally curling two of his fingers directly into your sweet spot. youāre crying, your dainty hands in his thick, ash blonde hair as you hold him against your cunt, cumming in his mouth and letting him messily slurp and drink all of your nectar.
heās kissing all over your body, biting at your chest, and kiri is telling you how fucking good you are for them, how beautiful you are, thanking you for letting them have you like this, how theyāll always take care of you. āfuck me, katsuki, please, I wanna feel it !! I need it, youāre so big .. ā youāre desperate now, all of your shyness becoming replaced by the overwhelming need for pleasure.
āyeah, baby?ā kiri laughs. āso impatient. not until you tell us who ate your cute pussy better, okay?ā you think about it for a moment, pouting up at him and quietly saying, āk-kitty kat.ā kiriās jaw drops, given how fast he got you off. āthatās my sweet girl.ā bakugo gloats, kissing you and kirishima rolls his eyes. āyeah? Iāll just have to fuck you better, then. bakugo, you go first.ā
āgladly.ā
kats shifts onto his haunches, stroking himself and rubbing his big, intimidating length through your folds. you gasp, and youāre so sensitive that you swear you almost cum just on his tip like that. your pussy flutters around nothing, just in anticipation of being filled to the brim. katsuki senses your anxiety, leaning down to kiss you softly as he starts to slide his thick, lengthy cock inside of your tight entrance, and his sexy, needy groans are even louder than your own.
āso big, please please please please please,ā you whine against his lips, your mouth dropping into an āoā as you watch how he hardly fits inside ā¦
āmāsorry, baby, just gotta stretch open this perfect little angel cunt for a second, itāll feel so good, I promise.ā he sighs, kissing you again and gently fucking you on his tip just to open you up.
kirishima is just in awe of the scene before him, how sexy you both are .. he feels like this isnāt even real.
āheās pretty, isnāt he? but youāre even prettier, baby. look at you taking that big cock, māso proud of you.ā kiri whispers, holding your pretty face with one of his massive hands, so close, and your eyes are entirely focused on him as you nod and kiss his soft lips.
ālook at me, pretty girl, Iāve got you.ā bakugo demands your attention back on him, roughly grabbing your hips and increasing his pace. he has your legs spread and bent up, his hands secured around the backs of your knees, using one to pinch at your perked nipple every so often, while kiri does the same to the other, making you clench down even harder on katsukiās thick cock, your eyes nearly crossing.
āinside please, I need it,ā you beg, with your face in kiriās neck while bakugo uses all of his strength to absolutely rail into you, and kiri reaches down so that he can rub at your clit. you cry out katsukiās name, feeling him stuff you absolutely full, pumping his hot, milky load directly into your cunt over and over again until he canāt hold himself up any longer, groaning into your neck and almost falling into your arms. heās still half-hard inside of you as his thick cum spills out into a sticky mess around his base, and he could swear that heās in love.
youāre practically mush by the time your boys switch positions and kiri gets to you. youāre absolutely fucked out by your three orgasms, but still wanting to take everything that theyāre giving you.
kiri is sweet, kissing you all over again as if you had just started, sighing deeply as he uses bakugoās cum to slowly inch his way inside of your perfect, velvety pussy. itās like he knows exactly what you need, exactly how you like to be fucked, like heās done this countless times before. heās absolutely in love with how your snug cunt still grips down onto him, taking his monstrous cock like you were made for it. heās somehow even bigger than katsuki, mostly in thickness.
āso fucking warm, baby, thank you .. oh my god, thatās my good girl, my cock feels right at home here, yeah?ā kirishima rambles, tilting his head back for a second before watching himself pound your cunt, and you wrap your calves around his waist, pulling him even closer. he is so incredibly built, all muscle, but his toned waist is the perfect slutty width to let you slot him even closer.
kats has a gentle hold on your throat with one hand, softly stroking your hair with the other, keeping it out of your face, whispering praises into your ear, watching as his best friend pounds into you and ruins you.
āyouāre so small, so tight for me ā¦ fuck, I love it ā¦ ā
āI-I can feel you .. i-in my tummy, eiji,ā you mumble, and he just presses one hand over your stomach, causing you both to moan as he feels his big, thick length moving inside of you. bakugoās cock throbs against your back as he watches intently, biting his lip to keep quiet.
āso beautiful .. perfect, just look at that, my sweet girl ā¦ ā
āgive me your cum, eiji, please, I wanna feel it inside, need you both to fill me up .. māon the pill, I promise,ā
āIāve got you, angel, just let go for me.ā
youāre spent, but he feels so good that your body gives you one last orgasm. kirishima is close, and feeling you cum on his fat cock sends him over the edge. he kisses you as he cums inside, softly moaning into your mouth. your back arches and your warm walls pulse around kiriās cock, greedily milking him for every single last drop and you feel so impossibly full, and your poor kitty is puffy and drenched from the inside and out.
you had never cum this many times in one session before, so everything is a bit numb and ethereal as you melt into them. you can only imagine how messy your makeup is at this point, how youāre covered in sweat and can hardly think or breathe, but they both think that youāre the cutest thing in the world.
kirishima cockwarms you for a moment as you both come down, then replaces his cock with two of his fingers. he slides them inside as gently as possible, knowing all too well how overstimulated you are at this point. you did so fucking good for them. you whimper, nuzzling into katsukiās chest and he shushes you, watching in awe as kirishima brings his fingers to your pouty lips, letting you suck all of the bittersweet cum off of his digits.
āgood girl,ā he soothes, ātastes good, yeah?ā you just sleepily nod mhm, tilting your head up to kiss katsuki, all messy spit and tongue like a hentai scene, and it makes kirishimaās cock twitch.
āthank you, katsuki, eijiro,ā youāre hardly able to speak, but you have to say it.
āthank you, baby, you were so fucking good for us.ā kiri sighs against your soft chest, gently kissing and sucking on your nipples to soothe himself after all of the intensity.
āgood girl, you can rest now, weāve got you.ā katsuki reassures, and his comforting hands are still all over you, rubbing your sore arms, your thighs, stomach, holding your waist, kissing your face and neck and shoulders until your breathing and heart rate return to normal.
they spend the rest of the night cuddling you, helping you come down. you all wash off in the shower before bathing together, sleepily clinging to your pretty boys, letting them dote on you as you come back to earth at your own pace, brushing your hair for you, then your teeth, massaging lotion into your soft skin, and dressing you in clean, comfy pajamas.
they donāt even ask if they can stay the night, already set on taking care of you and making breakfast in the morning. youād have a lot to talk about tomorrow ā¦
notes. I almost cried when my paused queue posted the unfinished draft of this ā¦ and tysm to @hexquirk for waiting literal months for me to finish this š«¶š» and tysm to the people who deleted their reblogs of my draft when I asked. I really appreciate u all !! š«¶š» mwah :3
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iāve never written for hybrids before but i can imagine šš
werewolf!katsuki who tries so hard to suppress his natural urges and traits. yeah he has the ears and the tail but heāll be damned if it wags because heās happy or excited. heās not embarrassed of what he is he just likes to be stoic lol
werewolf!katsuki who will brave ruts alone because he doesnāt want to need another person. god forbid he has feelings and needs, yknow??
werewolf!katsuki who lets that all fly out of the window when he first meets you, a cute little bunny hybrid with the fluffiest cottontail and the floppiest ears. heās usually good at keeping his tail and ears still but the moment he saw you he couldnāt keep them down.
werewolf!katsuki who loves to tease you by nipping the ends of your ears. he loves how you squeak when he licks at them, your cute little cottontail twitching with sensitivity.
werewolf!katsuki who can smell whenever youāre horny; his heightened sense of smell picking up the smell of your building arousal. he buries his nose in between your clothed thighs and inhales deeply, the smell causing him salivate more. his ears twitch at the sound of your embarrassed whimper.
he looks up at you from between your legs as he laves a long, warm stripe over the crotch of your bottoms. as he continues to eat you out over your bottoms, his hips begin to cant up into the edge of the mattress, his tail standing straight up.
ākats-! o-offā you pant, your own hands coming to push your top underneath your chin. his eyes dilate when they lock onto the plush flesh of your tits.
he pulls away from you with a low grumble, his hands itching to grab onto you.
āhurry upā he growls, ripping his own shirt off to lay flat on the bed, arms resting beneath his head as he watches you strip. once youāre naked, he pats his chest, urging you up toward his face.
he has a firm grip on your ass as he lowers you down onto his awaiting tongue. he feels you holding yourself up and drops a heavy hand to your bottom.
āgive it to me,ā he says, his voice slightly muffled beneath you. āsit.ā
before you could think about how ironic that command is coming from a dog, katsuki yanks you down fully on his long tongue. instantly your back bends, taut like a bow, and your hands steady themselves behind you on his thighs.
āk-ats!ā you squeal as he sucks a lip into his mouth. his gaze meets yours, his own hands trailing up to grasp your soft tits, his thumbs finding your nipples in short strokes.
āfuck- right there-ā you gasp as you grind your hips down onto his tongue. he growls in satisfaction, letting you use him as he gropes you all over, one hand coming to pull on your tail.
your ears shoot straight up as your orgasm crashing over you. katsuki watches in awe as little tremors run through you as you come down from your high.
you scoot back to lay your head in the crook of katsukiās neck, his hands coming up to run along the backs of your thighs up to globes of your cheeks.
werewolf!katsuki whose knot swells untouched because of how much he likes to eat you out.
kirishima who likes to hold your bush when he's cuddling you. he'll slide behind you, one hand going straight under your shirt to hold the soft flesh of your chest and the other sliding through the soft hair beneath your underwear.
thinking of romanticizing the practice hours i need to get in. maybe put on cute outfit and imagine hotties with the bodies who think im so mysterious and awesome and cool
