Tw: threesome, messy writing, implied overstim, top! Male! Reader, switch! Kirishima, bottom! Bakuhoe, possibly toxic relationship, etc.
Imagine making a cockdrunk Kirishima fuck an already stuffed, dizzy-minded Bakugou harder into the sheets as you watch, gently stroking the redheadās marked up sides.
Katsuki had been so bratty lately, and Eijiro was being so good. You could tell by the way it twitched that his cock yearned attention, even if it had came multiple times beforehandāthanks to your cock. The overstimulating āpainā to his red dick was ignored, drowned out as his whimpered into your soft touches. You stroked his sides, pressing against his back with your much bigger cock rubbing his filled ass. Your lips were steamy against his neck, so gentle. It differed so strongly from your usual rough treatment. Your big hands soon slipped their way down, to his hips, guiding him to move a bit quicker. His thrusts were rough, red, lust-clouded eyes filled with determination as he used the ash blonde below him, just as you had moments ago. Pathetic begs and whines left the fucked-out boyās lips. It seemed that even if he had half a mind, Bakugou was still determined to boss youāand Kiriāaround like it was nothing. He didnāt want this, he only wanted your cock inside of him, fucking him until he was numb, senseless. Aching pleasure, that was what Katsuki was afterāa quick, sweet release. But no, he couldnāt just ask for itābegging prettily like Kirishima would. He always acted out until you snapped, him eventually getting what he so craved. You caught onto him now, and this is why you were doing this, huh? Heād hadnāt cum once yet, a pesky cockring wrapped around his dwarfed length. He was already filled to the brim with your semenāpreviously you were using him until he refused to beg for forgivenessābut now here he was, getting treated so harshly by his best friend, Kirishima. He couldnāt fight backāhe didnāt want to. While the redhead was nowhere near as big as you, it still felt fucking amazing, and the humiliation of enjoying it was definitely doing something for him. His red eyes were waving around as he tried to focus his gaze on the sweaty and panting boy behind him, thrusting like there was no tomorrow. āN-ngh..ā he whimpered, his fingers moving out in a weak attempt to grab at you, but Kirishima only placed his wrists against the pillow. A rough smack against his bruised ass echoed throughout his hardly-conscious mind as it tingled. Eijiro moved quicker, leaning down where his chest was against the blondeās built backāwhich led to his neglected cock being roughly pressed into the dirtied sheets below it. Moaning loud, Bakugou attempted to beg out, finally breaking. ā[M-[M/N]ā! H-haah~! Pl-Pleas-ugh! Let me cum, pleaseā! I-Iāllāughābe g-fuck!-ood!ā It came out like a broken record of words, slurred and distorted as his hips were lifted up by your hands, allowing for a deeper angle that hit his prostate so well. Despair fell over him as you only chuckled, all other sounds being drowned outāKirishimaās pleasured grunts, skin slapping against skin. āItās too late for that now, Katsuki, you better be ready to not walk for a while, hun.ā
