OOPS, WRONG CHAT
— poly!krbk x fem!oc
chapter 26 — DATE NIGHT
synopsis: you accidentally get added to the wrong class group chat during the start of the second semester (a class you aren’t even taking), but the people in it are weirdly entertaining so you decide to stay. what’s the worst that could happen?
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ chapter summary: to celebrate you passing your exam, your boyfriends decide to take you out for a date. the night ends with the three of you finally releasing all the tension that's been building up between you for months now...
content: smau, college!au, poly!krbk x oc, oc has a name, making out, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), praise, cum eating, fingering, mild soft dom kirishima, mild sub bakugo, boys kissing
NOTE: there is a written section at the end that does include SMUT so please read with caution...but otherwise enjoy :D
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The door had barely clicked shut before your body was pressed up against it, a warm pair of lips attached to your neck, sucking in the skin between sharp teeth and leaving a trail of purple and red. You whimpered helplessly, hands tugging on the freshly dyed, vibrant scarlet strands, back arching against the door and pushing against Kirishima’s hips almost desperately.
He groaned into your collarbone, mouth parting to pant against your flushed skin. “Fuck—Fuck, hun…” His voice was absolutely wrecked, raw and dripping with desire. He pulled back slightly, taking a moment to admire the way your eyes were glossed over and hazy, fingers trembling.
Then he tugged you closer, crashing your lips back onto his as he swallowed the delicious moan that vibrated out of you, the sound going straight to his groin. His arms tightened around you as he guided your body away from the door. You felt the room spin before you were pressed against another solid wall, but this one felt warm and familiar.
A second pair of hands settled on your hips and you didn’t have to look to know who it was. Instead you relaxed into them, lips never leaving Kirishima’s.
“You gonna let me have a turn or what, Ei?” Katsuki yanked you back harshly, smirking when he heard the sharp gasp fall from your mouth as you separated from the redhead. He wasted no time and gripped your jaw, turning your head far enough so he could capture your lips with his own, immediately groaning at the way you melted into him, becoming so needy and pliant under his hold.
Kirishima huffed out a raspy laugh, breathing heavily. He took a step back, pupils dilating even further at the sight of Katsuki practically devouring you right in front of him.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed. “You two look so good like this.”
Katsuki hummed in response. The fingers on his other hand traveled around your waist and lower, lower, lower until they brushed against the hem of your dress, dipping underneath the fabric. Your breath hitched at the contact, another whimper bubbling from your throat and Katsuki parted from you, his entire body going still.
“Too much?” he asked, eyes flickering over your face as a rare, worried expression overtook his features.
“N-No…keep going…please,” Your voice was hoarse, thick with need. Katsuki’s concern was immediately replaced with a smug look.
“Since you asked so nicely…” He spun you around so you were facing him now and kissed you again, sucking on your bottom lip, a sigh of pleasure leaving him as you opened your mouth wider, allowing his tongue to slide in. The kiss was filthy, the sound of spit being exchanged between the two of you. Your fingers curled into his collar, eventually reaching for the tie around his neck and hastily loosening it.
Once it was off, you tossed the article of clothing to the side and immediately went back to his shirt, deftly unbuttoning the first few from the top. You heard Kirishima chuckle behind you.
“Someone’s eager, huh?” He briefly closed in on the two of you again, knees almost giving out when Katsuki made eye contact with him, lips still connected to yours in a heavy make-out. Kirishima’s expression changed suddenly, eyes growing dark as he jerked his head over to the couch.
The blond immediately knew what he was asking and—still without breaking away from you—slid his palms under the soft flesh of your thighs and lifted you up effortlessly. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist and within seconds, you were tossed onto the soft cushions.
Propping yourself up on your elbows, you raised your head and the sight above you was so arousing—both your boyfriends utterly ravaged and looking like they wanted to eat you whole. The visual made your head dizzy and you rubbed your thighs together, seeking some friction to satisfy the throbbing heat between your legs. Seeing this, Kirishima clicked his tongue in disapproval and he gripped your knees, stopping your movement, and an understanding smile spread across his face at your whine of protest.
“I know, pretty girl, I know,” he muttered. “I’ll give you what you’re asking for soon, but first—”
He leaned in close, taking your chin between his fingers gently and holding you in place. “I need you to tell me that you’re okay with this—that this is something you want.”
You nodded in response, but Kirishima just shook his head. “Words, baby.”
Shit, you could feel your underwear getting soaked through.
Another whimper left you, but you managed a soft and shaky, “Y-Yes, I want this. I want this so bad, Kiri please—”
He shushed you sweetly and tilted your head up even more, placing a tender kiss to your forehead, possibly the most intimate act that’s been done to you all night.
“Lay back for me then,” he mumbled into your skin. “Let us take care of you tonight, you deserve it.”
You fell back onto the couch, resting your head on the armrest. Kirishima smiled, pleased, then shifted his attention back onto the blond practically hovering next to him. Katsuki’s gaze was on you the whole time, but when Kirishima turned, he couldn’t look away, staring deeply into a matching pair of crimson eyes—eyes he spent years looking into but have never seen like this before, wide with longing.
Kirishima slid a palm around his neck and yanked him close, kissing him intensely, which Katsuki returned back with the same amount of fervor. The two of them fought for control for a bit, but eventually Kirishima reigned victorious, smirking against your boyfriend’s lips as he relented, body stumbling forward into Kirishima’s. The redhead pulled off, leaving behind a string of saliva between the two of them, and you made a soft, unintelligible noise
Kirishima held Katsuki’s jaw between his fingers, but unlike with you, his grip was harsh and unrelenting.
“Go give our girl what she wants, hm? I think she’s waited long enough.” Kirishima patted his cheek gently, moving over to the side to let him through. You expected Katsuki to put up more of a fight, to bark out a snarky reply like usual, but you were caught off guard when he easily complied without so much as a complaint.
Katsuki didn’t hesitate to crawl on top of you, caging you with his arms as one leg came up between your own. You shifted your hips down and let out the most delicious moan either of them have ever heard when your cunt rubbed against his clothed thigh, the pressure and friction providing you with the relief you’ve been seeking. Katuski’s lips parted in mute shock as he watched you grind on his leg, growing harder and harder. From behind, Kirishima inhaled sharply.
The degree of desperation you were showing should’ve been embarrassing, but all you cared about right now was achieving that sweet, sweet release you’ve been craving all night.
“Katsuki,” you whined. That seemed to knock him out of whatever trance he was in and he dropped his head onto your shoulder, bringing his mouth close to your ear.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded breathlessly. You were at a loss for words, mind clouded with nothing but intense want. “C’mon—talk to me. You were giving me so much attitude earlier and now what?” he teased, tone almost mocking. “Barely fucked out and suddenly you can’t speak?”
“Katsuki…” Kirishima warned, voice gentle but firm.
Katsuki grunted once, rolling his eyes, before his hand once again trailed down your body and disappeared underneath the hem of your dress. Your body jolted when the tips of his fingers brushed against your sweet spot, your own hands reaching up to grip his biceps. Katsuki groaned, sounding wrecked when he felt how soaked you were, even through the thin fabric. His lips latched onto your earlobe, sucking on the skin and gently nibbling it between his teeth.
“Mmm..nngh—ahh—”
“How ‘bout I give you my fingers first?” He traced your dripping wet cunt, occasionally catching onto the edge of your underwear, sending a wave of heat down your spine.
“Yes please,” you begged, digging your nails into his arms. “I need it, give it to me, Katsuki please—ahh, fuck—!”
Without giving you a chance to finish your sentence, Katsuki had tugged your underwear down and shoved two thick fingers inside you, working them in and out at a slow pace. He looked down, cursing under his breath when he felt you clench around him, coating his entire hand with your slick in a matter of seconds.
“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured. He brought his thumb to your clit and circled it, watching the way your thighs shook at his ministrations. His two fingers curled deep inside, searching for that one specific—
You let out a broken noise, somewhere between a whine and moan as Katsuki stroked that spongy spot, dragging the pads of his fingers over it, the sensation driving you insane as you arch up into him, throwing your head back in pleasure. He took that opportunity to rain your neck in kisses, leaving his own marks on one side, mirroring Kirishima’s from earlier.
You continued to move your hips, practically fucking yourself on his fingers now, rhythm steady but increasing in speed. Katsuki allowed it, busying himself with licking and sucking on any exposed skin he could get his mouth on.
“That’s it,” he purred. “Ride my fingers, baby. You feel so good—shit, yeah wrap around me, just like that.” He inserted another finger, stretching your hole open a bit more, leaving you a wriggling, moaning mess underneath him. Your hips went down further, taking him in all the way to the knuckles. Katsuki’s mouth watered as he looked down at where the two of you were connected, thrusting his hand in and out of you with earnest, the sound of his palm slapping against your drenched pussy so obscene it made him lightheaded.
You gasped, clenching hard around his fingers. “Fuck, K-Kats—ahh—oh, god—too much—”
“Yeah?” he whispered hotly. “You can take it, I know you can.”
You keened, pulling his face down to yours and kissing him wherever you could reach. You met again in a heated, messy kiss, latching onto Katuski’s bottom lip and tugging. He growled and shoved his fingers in deeper, maintaining a steady but addicting rhythm.
“You’re taking me so fucking well,” he praised. “Wanna watch you come like this, right on my hand. Can you do that for me, baby?”
You nodded frantically, head lolling to the side. From here you could see Kirishima, perched on the other couch, his legs spread and head thrown back over the cushion. His pants were unzipped, cock free from his underwear and his fist wrapped around it as he jerked himself off, beads of precum leaking from the tip.
You almost came right then and there.
Katsuki followed your gaze and a loud, pitched groan rumbled from his chest.
“Holy fuck Eijirou,” he panted. At the sound of his name, he lifted his head up, smiling lazily at the blissed out, hungry expressions on both of your faces.
“Wow…” he breathed. “Look at you two, so pretty for me.”
You mewled softly, reaching out to him. “K-Kiri, c’mere…want you…”
Kirishima raised an eyebrow, still stroking himself. “Where do you want me, sweet thing?”
You pointed to your mouth and Kirishima swore he saw stars, clenching his fist around his cock to stop himself from coming so soon.
“You sure, hun?” he asked. “You don’t have to, tonight’s all about you remember?”
You made a noise of protest, urging him to come closer. “I want to—Kiri, please…let me—let me suck you off.”
Your desperate pleas went straight to his cock, and Kirishima knew he couldn’t deny you when you were asking so sweetly. He made his way over to you, stopping right where your head dangled over the arm of the couch, exhaling sharply at the way your mouth opened automatically.
He eased himself into you, tensing up at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth closing over his tip. You relaxed your jaw, wanting to take as much of him in as you could. Kirishima was built like a tank and his thick length was certainly no easy fit, whatever part of him you weren’t able to take you wrapped your hands around.
Once he was sure you were ready, Kirishima started thrusting, mindful not to choke you. You moaned around him, the vibrations making him tremble so much his knees grew weak and he hunched forward, catching himself on the back of the couch.
“Oh fuck—” he choked out. “Fuck baby, your mouth…nngh—”
Katsuki was still knuckle-deep into your sopping, wet cunt, your slick dripping down onto the leather cushions. Without missing a beat, he moved down your body, keeping his fingers inside you. You barely had a second to register what he was doing before you felt his mouth on you.
Your mouth briefly popped off Kirishima’s cock as high-pitched, pathetic little whimpers slipping out of you. “Katsuki—hah, fuckfuckfuck—”
He dragged his tongue over your slick folds, groaning, raw and guttural, as the taste of you overcame all of his senses. He didn’t bother taking it slow this time, licking and sucking fervently, drinking in every last drop of you. It didn’t even bother him when his entire face became coated in your slick, in fact he relished in it, moaning recklessly into your pussy. You wailed loudly, one hand letting go of Kirishima to grab onto Katsuki’s hair, pushing his head down.
Your hips canted up to meet his lips, grinding feverishly on his face. From above you, Kirishima was gasping, holding on for dear life so he wouldn’t fall on top of you. Watching Katsuki devour your pussy made him short-circuit and his cock was practically throbbing in your mouth now. He knew he was close, but he held on, not wanting to come before you.
“C’mon, baby,” he coaxed. “You’re so close, I can tell. You did so well for us. Want you to come all over Katsuki’s pretty little mouth.” He adjusted his position and lifted one leg up, resting his knee right beside your head. The change in angle allowed him to sink his cock deeper in your mouth and Kirishima’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Ah—fuck—!”
“Come on my tongue,” Katsuki mumbled against your cunt, humming in pleasure as he slurped up another gush of slick. Your thighs clamped around his head, pulling harder at his hair. He growled deeply and held you down, not easing up one bit.
Your spine arched off the sofa, jolting sharply as you came, squirting into his waiting mouth. Katuski kept you pinned down, helping you through the aftershocks as his ministrations gradually slowed down, not wanting to overwhelm you with the oversensitivity. He shuddered, coming in his pants and licked up what he could, carefully slipping his fingers out of you.
“Jesus, you taste so fucking good,” he drawled, the entire lower half of his face shiny with your slick. He flicked his eyes up at Kirishima.
“You wanna taste her, Ei?” he offered.
“Fuck yes—” Kirishima groaned, gripping the collar of Katsuki’s shirt and pulling him in for a kiss, whining as he lapped up your sweet nectar. He was still thrusting into your mouth, twitching when you curled your tongue around his tip. The sound of his lips smacking against Katsuki’s and your throat gagging on his cock became too much for him and a pit formed in his stomach. He pulled away from Katsuki, gasping and dropping his head onto the blond’s shoulder.
“Fuck, fuck—I’m c-close..I’m g-gonna—hah—gonna come.”
“Let go, Red,” Katsuki rasped into his ear.
“D-Don’t swallow it just yet,” he stuttered. “Keep it all in your mouth for me until I say so, okay?”
It was difficult to do so from your position, but you managed a slight nod.
“Good, that’s good baby—fuck—you’ve been such a good girl for us. M’gonna…gonna give it all to you—oh, fuck—!”
With one final twitch, Kirishima finally let go, releasing his entire load into you as stuttered moans ripped out of him. Like you were told, you kept his cum in your mouth, not losing a single drop. He pulled out of you a few seconds later, and Katsuki helped you sit up slowly.
You were still coming down from the high of your orgasm when he cupped your jaw and leaned forward, parting your lips open with his. Immediately, Kirishima’s load dripped into his mouth and the two of you moaned softly into each other, savoring the taste. From behind you, you could hear Kirishima panting heavily, also coming down from his own high.
The air in the apartment was thick and damp, sticky with sweat. A heavy silence settled over the three of you. You pulled away from Katsuki, collapsing straight into his chest, his arms immediately wrapping around you, one at your waist and the other over your head, scratching gently at your scalp. You sighed into him, exhausted.
“Well, that was….something,” you breathed, making him snort.
“Good something, I hope,” he said.
You nodded weakly, blinking slowly. “Yeah, really good…”
You trailed off, eyes drooping shut. There was the sound of clothes rustling and footsteps, and then a gentle hand rested atop your head, caressing your hair with a familiar tenderness and care.
“Sparks?” came Kirishima’s soft voice. “You still with us, hun?”
You mumbled out an unintelligible response, eyes still closed shut. He chuckled fondly and pressed another kiss to your forehead. “Looks like we knocked you out, huh? Kats, can you bring her into the bathroom and make sure she goes? I’ll clean up out here and meet you guys in the room after.”
Katsuki nodded in agreement then lowered his head, whispering, “M’gonna pick you up now, just hang onto me.”
His palms slipped back underneath you, tucking you against his chest as he carried you to their shared bathroom.
Moments later, Kirishima walked into the bedroom and absolutely melted at the sight that greeted him—you, changed out of your dress and into a comfy shirt (one of his), curled into Katsuki’s side with his arm draped across your back. You were in a deep sleep, breathing slow and even. Katsuki himself was still awake, chin resting atop your head as he brushed your hair with his fingers.
Kirishima’s heart clenched at seeing Katsuki so vulnerable and affectionate, something he rarely ever was. He padded his way over to the bed, carefully pulling the sheets back and crawling in next to you, mindful not to wake you.
“She fell asleep so fast,” he whispered.
Katsuki grunted under his breath. “Yeah, dummy almost toppled off the toilet because she couldn’t stay awake.”
This made Kirishima chuckle and he bent down, brushing his lips against the back of your head. Then he leaned over, planting a kiss on Katsuki’s temple, mumbling a quiet ‘goodnight’ into his skin.
The two of them settled more comfortably into the sheets, but just before they dozed off completely, both of their phones beeped. Katsuki groaned in annoyance as he gestured for Kirishima to answer it.
Reaching over to the nightstand, Kirishima grabbed his phone, squinting at the brightly lit screen.
denks: so can hanta and i come back now?
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