the air in the apartment was heavy—the unmistakable signature of bakugo and kirishima after an intense workout session. y/n let herself in with the spare key, and she was met with the sight of the two roommates sprawled across the living room furniture.
bakugo was hunched over on the edge of the coffee table, a water bottle dangling from his hand, his black compression shirt clinging to every sharp curve of his back muscles and the deep dip of his spine. beside him, kirishima was draped over the armchair, his own shirt straining across his chest.
they were still comparing gym reps and the burn of their last set until the door opened, their focus shifting entirely to y/n the moment she walks in.
"took you long enough." bakugo grunted. he didn't look up, but the smirk on his lips suggested he didn't need to see her face to know she was staring.
she had always known they were well-built, but seeing them like this.. flushed, damp with sweat, breathing heavily.. it was different. her gaze lingered a second too long on the way bakugo's jaw clenched as he unscrewed his bottle, and then drifted to kirishima's strong biceps.
kirishima, however, offered a bright smile, though his eyes were hooded with exhaustion and something a bit more on the flirty side. "hey, y/n! sorry, we just got here minutes ago—the gym was packed. probably look like a mess, huh?"
"not exactly." they were far from looking a mess.
bakugo finally turned his head, his eyes locking onto hers with heat. he noticed the way her eyes darted back to kirishima's broad shoulders before returning to his own. they weren't "labeled" yet, but the possessive way he tracked her every movement spoke volumes.
"you're staring, y/n." bakugo grumbled as he stood up slowly, the muscles in his legs flexing with every movement. he crossed the small space between them until he was looming over her. "somethin caught your eye? or was it both of us?"
kirishima stood up as well, closing the distance from behind, then speaking softly into her ear, "you know, bakugo was just saying he wanted a distraction from his sore muscles. i think i could use one, too."
the tension in the room snapped. bakugo reached out, his thumb catching her chin to tilt her face up toward him.
this had to be a hallucination brought on by lack of sleep. there was no way the two of them—the two most sexiest men she knew—were currently sandwiching her, with her in the middle.
"i'm not staring," she lied, her voice breathless as she looked everywhere but at bakugo's strong gaze. "i just... i didn't realize the gym was so busy today."
with a scoff bakugo leaned in closer, the tip of his nose brushing against hers. they knew her better than she knew herself, and he certainly knew the way her pupils dilated whenever he caught her looking at his arms.
"that's all you got?" his thumb now moved from her chin to her lower lip. "when are you gonna quit stalling and admit it?"
behind her, kirishima let out a low hum in agreement. y/n could feel the heat radiating through his damp shirt against her.
"you're a bad liar, y/n," kirishima whispered. his voice was filled with heavy desire. "we've seen the way you look at us when you think we're not paying attention. especially when we're like this."
her hands came up to rest against bakugo's chest in a weak attempt to create space. she didn't pull away, she didn't want to give up another chance again.
"tell yourself whatever you need to, but we both know the truth." he glanced over her shoulder at kirishima, a silent communication passing between the two best friends.
kirishima's hand slid onto her waist, pulling her back against his solid frame.
the denial was dying in her throat. being between them both was overwhelmingly good. she craved the friction from them both.
y/n couldn't hold back anymore the moment bakugo's hand gripped hers, guiding her toward the deep leather couch. this wasn't a dream; the weight of them both and the heat from their damp skin against hers were far too real.
bakugo's possessiveness flared as he shoved a pile of discarded gym hoodies off the cushions. he sat her down, but before she could even catch her breath, he was turning her around, putting her onto her hands and knees. the position was vulnerable, exposing her completely to the living room's dim light.
"i don't care how much you like looking at him," bakugo growled, his voice low and territorial as he stepped behind her. he gripped her hips tightly, his thumbs digging into the soft dip of her waist. "but you're mine to fill. remember that."
kirishima didn't seem to mind it at all. he dropped onto the couch directly in front of y/n, his legs spread wide. he reached out, his hand warm as he cupped her cheek, getting her to look up at him. the contrast was dizzying—bakugo's aggressive dominant energy behind her and kirishima's soft gaze in front of her.
"it's okay, y/n," kirishima murmured, his voice thick with a praise that made her heart skip. "you're doing so good for us. just focus on me for a second, yeah?"
with a blunt, practiced motion, bakugo pulled down his shorts, the heat of him pressing against her backside. he didn't waste time with more talk. he entered her in one sharp, demanding thrust that forced a choked moan from her throat. it was deep and uncompromising, a physical reminder of exactly who he was to her.
"don't you dare close your eyes," bakugo ordered as he began a punishing, rhythmic pace. "look at him. show him how much you're taking from me."
looking into kirishima's eyes, she felt him gently tap her mouth with his tip, and y/n leaned forward, her lips finding the salt-sweet skin of kirishima's cock. the redhead let out a sharp, hissed breath, his fingers gently tangling in her hair.
"that's it," kirishima praised, his eyelids getting lower and darker as he watched her intently. "so pretty. you're taking us both so well, y/n. look at you... such a good girl for us."
the room was filled with the sound of bakugo's wet, heavy thrusts and the frantic heat of their combined breathing. bakugo was relentless, his hands moving from her hips to her chest, marking her skin. every time his hips slammed against hers, it drove her further onto kirishima's length, trapped between the man who refused to label their love and the best friend who worshipped the very ground she walked on.
y/n couldn't find the words, lost in a haze of pleasure and praise, but the way she arched into bakugo's touch while clinging to kirishima's sturdy forearms gave them all they needed.
her muffled moans vibrated against kirishima as she worked to take as much as she could. she let out soft moans with gags when his tip hit the back of her throat, as bakugo delivered deep strokes and smacks on her ass.
"damn, y/n," kirishima groaned, a low, rumbling sound that she felt in her own chest. "look at you. you're doing so amazing for us. does that feel good? having him fill you up like that while you take care of me?"
y/n could only offer a affirmative hum, her eyes glossing up as she looked up at him. the kindness in his gaze, even while clouded by a dark, heavy lust, was almost too much to bear.
"yeah? you like being crowded by your two favorite guys?" kirishima whispered, his thumb gently stroking the side of her face as his hips gave a small, involuntary twitch. "are you getting close, baby? tell me if you need more. anything you want, we've got you."
behind her, bakugo's pace turned jagged and desperate as he heard y/n's soft responsed hums. the possessiveness flared in his gut; he hated how much she responded to kirishima's sweetness, yet he couldn't stop himself from driving into her even harder, as if trying to reclaim every inch of her attention.
"stop talking to him and focus on me," bakugo rasped "i want to see you come while you're still holding onto him."
kirishima let out a ragged moan as she picked up the pace, her tongue swirling in a way that made his vision blur. "l-listen to him, y/n," he urged softly, his voice straining. "you want us both to finish for you, don't you?"
y/n felt the tension in her lower stomach snap. her internal muscles clamped down hard around bakugo, and the sudden, tight friction sent a jolt of electricity through all three of them.
the steady rhythm of the couch shifted into something more chaotic as bakugo's patience finally snapped. he wasn't satisfied with just the deep, wet sliding of his hips; he needed to mark the moment, to hear her cry out in a way that was purely for him.
without breaking his stride, he pulled one hand from her ass and brought it down in a sharp, stinging slap against her flushed skin. the sound echoed in the quiet living room, followed immediately by y/n's sharp, startled gasp against kirishima.
"fuck... keep your head at him and your ass for me," bakugo growled, his voice a jagged edge of desire. he delivered another swat, then another, the heat of his palms leaving blooming pink marks that matched the intensity of his thrusts. "don't get lazy just because he's being nice to you."
"shh, it's okay, y/n," he cooed, his thumb smoothing over her bottom lip as she whined into him. "you're doing so good. he's just being a brat because he loves how you look right now. just breathe for me, sweetheart."
y/n was a mess of friction and praise, her body arching into the pain and the pleasure until she couldn't distinguish between the two.
when the end finally came, it was a blurred, white-hot explosion. bakugo let out a loud groan as he spent himself deep inside her, his fingers digging into her hips one last time. moments later, kirishima followed with a breathy moan, tossing his head back against the couch, completely undone by her mouth.
the silence that followed was heavy, filled only by the sound of three sets of lungs fighting for air. the adrenaline began to recede, leaving a hazy, warm exhaustion in its wake.
kirishima was the first to move, shifting enough to pull y/n into his arms. he maneuvered her so she was tucked against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. he reached out to grab one of the discarded gym hoodies from the floor, draped it over her trembling frame, and began to rub soothing circles into her back.
"take it easy, bakugo," kirishima murmured, his voice returning to its usual gentle register. he looked over at his roommate who raked a hand through his damp spiky hair. "you went a little hard on her at the end there. look at those marks."
bakugo cut a glance between them, his eyes softening as they landed on the visible pink patches on y/n's skin. "she handled it well." he muttered.
kirishima smiled, gently stroking y/n's hair. "see? he's a big softie under all that noise. you okay, y/n? do you need anything? a shower, or just to stay right here for a bit?"
y/n silently leaned into kirishima's warm thigh, all she needed was to be between them for a bit longer.
