the music downstairs is loud enough to rattle the floor, bass dumping through your shoes, but somehow it’s still quieter than the sound of your own heartbeat. your hands are tucked against your chest, fingers gripping the hem of your crop top like you’re trying to make yourself smaller while you search for a choir room to breathe in.
you shouldn’t have come to this party.
you knew the moment katsuki’s red eyes locked on you the second you stepped through the door, like you were prey wandering stupidly into the lions den. and eijrou, all smiles, standing right behind him like your presence made his night. you’d ignored them both. you always ignored them. it was easier. safer. they were loud and intense and they were always…weird. with you. staring too long. standing too close. smirking like they knew something you didn’t.
you slipping into the spare room down the hall, close the door behind you, and take a breath, only to freeze when a voice rumbles behind you. katsuki was leaning against the counter, staring like he was trying to decide what part of you to take first. eijirou walked in shortly after, quiet, eyes dragging over you like you were already stripped.
“you really though we weren’t gonna follow?” he said in a low mocking tone. you couldn’t look at either of them. your fingers curled tighter into the hem of your shirt. eijirou moved first. he walked right up to you, close enough for the heat of his chest to reach your skin. his hand came up, not touching, just hovering at your jaw. “look at us,” he murmured.
katsuki clicked his tongue. “shes doing that “shy” shit again.” you flinched a little, and that’s what finally made katsuki smile, sharp, brief, nothing soft about it. he stepped behind you, hand, gliding around your waist, pulling you back against him like you were done running the moment he touched you.
“you know,” he muttered against your ear, “ you keep acting scared every time we get too close. it’s gettin’ old.” eijirou’s fingers tilted your chin up, gently, but not giving you room to shy away.
“if you didn’t want this,” he said, voice quiet enough that only you could hear, “you would’ve screamed the second we came in.”
katsuki’s hand dragged down your stomach, slow, deliberate, stopping right above the band of your underwear. “you’re shaking,” he muttered.
you hated that they noticed.
“so?” katsukis mouth brushed your ear. “you you’re gonna tell us to leave?”
you didn’t say yes. you didn’t say no. you just stood there, shaking, thighs pressed together like you were trying to hide the way your body betrayed you. eijirou exhaled through his nose, something like a laugh, but without the softness. he step closer until your back hit katsuki’s chest and your front met eijirou’s. “thats what i thought,” katsuki whispered.
katsuki grabbed your hips—hard, impatient, and spun you toward the bed without warning. you stumbled, catching yourself on your hands as he pushed you face down into the mattress. no slow undressing. no gentle buildup. just katsuki’s palm between your shoulder blades, holding you there.
the way he said it made your breath break.
eijirou's hands were already on your thighs, pushing them open despite how you tried to close them. he didn’t comment on it, didn’t tease, just forced your legs apart and dragged your skirt up your hips. you felt the cold air hit your skin.
then katsuki’s fingers hooked your underwear and yanked them down in one rough pull. you gasped, heat ripping through your chest.
“fuck,” eijirou breathed behind you. “shes wet already.” katsuki’s thumb pressed into the inside of your thigh, dragging it slow, spreading you open farther. “of course she is,” he muttered.
you hid your face in your elbow.
katsuki didn’t like that, his hand wrapped in your hair and pulled you head back just enough. “don’t hide from us.”
you tried to speak, something like “wait,” something like “slow down”, but eijirou’s mouth was already on you, tongue pushing between your folds like he’d been starving all night.
katsuki’s grip tightened. “yeah. that’s more like it.” eijirou didn’t tease. he didn’t want to warm you up. he just held your hips and ate you like the only thing he cared about was the way your body jerked against the bed.
you tried to push forward, too intense, too fast, but katsuki shoved you right back onto eijirou’s mouth. “stop running.”
your whole body trembled.
katsuki slid two fingers between your lips, shoving them into your mouth before you could say anything he didn’t want to hear. “bite me and i’ll break your fucking jaw,” he said softly, like a promise. “otherwise, keep your mouth full.”
you choked around his fingers, nails gripping the sheets, eijirou’s tongue dragging you toward a release you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to.
when you came, it was messy, legs shaking, hips twisting, a broken sound slipping around katsuki’s fingers. “good,” katsuki muttered. he pulled his hand away, wiping your spit on your cheek like it meant nothing. “again.”
this wasn’t up for discussion.
katsuki flipped you onto your back before you could catch your breath. his eyes dragged over your body with something between irritation and hunger.
he grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you. all the heat still prominent. you gasped into his mouth.
eijirou was already unzipping your top, slow and focused, like he’d been waiting all night to see you like this. his hands slid under your bra, pushing it up, thumbs brushing your nipples until your back arched without your permission.
katsuki noticed almost immediately.
“sensitive huh?” he muttered against your lips. “figures.”
eijirou’s hands stayed on your chest while katsuki pushed you back onto the bed, climbing over you. the weight of him on your thighs made escape impossible, even though you weren’t trying anymore.
“look at me,” katsuki said.
when you didn’t obey fast enough, he grabbed your jaw again, forcing your eyes to his, “i said look.”
eijirou knelt beside you, voice low. “she’s scared.”
katsuki didn’t blink. “yeah. and she’s still letting us touch her.”
he dragged his cock over your entrance, slow, heavy, deliberate, and your whole body jolted.
“please be gentle, im still a virgin.” you choked out.
katsuki leaned close, lips barely brushing yours. “you want it?”
you nodded. they already knew.
he pushed in, one claiming thrust that forced a sharp, broken sound out of your chest.
your nailed clawed at his arms. eijirou caught your hand, threading his fingers through yours, anchoring you even as katsuki fucked you like he was trying to make your body memorize him.
“look at her take it,” katsuki muttered, voice low, breath hot against your throat. “tight as fuck but still opening up.”
eijirou kissed your shoulder, his other hand sliding down to rub slow circles on your clit, cruelly gentle compared to katsuki’s pace.
your voice cracked, high and panicked.
“that’s it,” eijirou murmured, forehead pressed to your cheek. “let it happen.”
you came again, harder, messier, shaking so violently your teeth chattered.
katsuki didn’t stop. not even for a second.
“don’t pass out,” he growled, fucking you through the tremors. “we’re not done.”
-katsuki bakugo + eijirou kirishima
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