kiribaku/bakukiri x fem!reader | 18+ mdni
Your meds make it hard to remember to eat or drink, mainly making it hard to focus on anything except whatever the gremlin piloting your brain wanted to do that day. Which today has been doom scrolling. So by the time Kats and Eiji come home? You’ve got a throbbing headache and your stomach is screeching for food by way of nausea.
They come through the door together. Kats barks something and Eiji chuckles back. Heavy hero boots thud down in the genkan.
“Yeah, lemme check on her, showered at the agency, you go take one so you’re not hugging her covered in dust and sweat,” Kats orders Eiji.
A whine responds, one that wouldn’t sound out of place from a puppy, before heavy footsteps retreat deeper into the penthouse.
Kats rounds the corner from the entryway. He finds you: phone in hand, bundled on the couch, watching the show you swore you’d wait for them on. Crimson eyes soften when they land on you.
“Hey, how was your day?” Kats asks gently.
He’s wearing a DynaRiot hoodie and black sweats. Your cozy Kats.
You give your best attempt at the smile that comes out meek at most. Sore shoulders ache as you shrug them and tilt your head.
“Baby girl you’re practically green, have you eaten today?” Vermillion eyes scan your face for every microexpression. He slides onto the couch next to you, gathering you up to press a kiss to your temple.
“Did you drink a protein shake?”
The “break glass in case of emergency” solution, except the emergency is actually everyday. Yummy protein shakes that are easy to get down when both hunger and thirst cues are nonexistent. It’s not meant to be a meal replacement, not really, it’s just supposed be a stopgap to keep this from happening. The nausea. The headaches. He’d rearranged the fridge and now they were in a drawer at the bottom and you just…forgot.
If you knew Katsuki outside of your home, you’d be surprised he didn’t blow up in response to your forgetting, but love softens him, he’s softened by you and by Eijirou. He’d never admit it outside your precious trio, though. He asked a question, you need to answer. You feel shame creep over you when you shake your head, the nausea roiling in you again.
You nod for both. Katsuki eases you off of his lap to head into the kitchen. He comes back and holds out a protein shake. It’s handed over wordlessly.
“I’ll go get dinner started.”
You’ve been sipping on the shake for a while when sandalwood, amber, and leather warm the air around you. Eiji. The cologne he loves. You look up from your phone. His long hair is down, crimson spilling over his shoulders and onto his bare chest, half of it is tied up in a half pony. Grey sweats hang dangerously low on chiseled hips. Fuck, you really needed to ban wearing those outside of horny time because the outline of him in those sweats? Fuckkkk.
He clocks the shake in your hand. You mumble into the mouth of it, “You know those sweats are considered lingerie in most of the world.”
Sharp teeth flash as he smiles. He’ll always smile at your jokes. But he doesn’t take the bait of deflection.
“She hasn’t eaten, she’s nauseous and has a headache, don’t ask her questions she doesn’t have the spoons for right now!” Katsuki barks from the kitchen.
He rounds the couch and gathers your little blanket bundle up into his lap. Your second boyfriend chair of the evening. This one’s just broader and taller. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. Maybe you could sneak a quickie in—
“Oi! No, no fucking around right now. You don’t feel good. I don’t care how horny either of you are, you can wait,” Katsuki has turned around from the counter to narrow his eyes at you both.
You jut a wobbly lip out and look at him with wide glassy eyes.
“I said no. Just sit and sip your shake. Maybe after dinner.”
Dumb Kats instincts. You slump back into Eijirou’s chest and he settles in to be your chair. He hits play on the tv to resume your show and nudges you when it’s time to take another sip of the shake.
Dinner is exquisite as always. Your favorite. You’re wolfing it down at such a rate that Kats periodically pulls your plate away to prevent you from throwing up. Minutes. Half an hour later the headache has melted away and the nausea has dissipated. You’re lying on the couch, cozy.
“So I cock blocked you earlier, and my cock would like to be the apology,” Katsuki says with a grin, leaning over the back of the couch.
You perk up, nodding eagerly. He scoops you up.
“Hey don’t start without me!” Eijirou shouts, rushing over from dishwasher.
“Yeah, yeah, Shitty Hair, can’t forget you and your Yule log dick print.”
“You heard me,” Kats calls smugly over his shoulder.
“It’s a huge log used to celebrate Yule tide. Get it? Big, wood?” Katsuki sneers with a smirk, setting you down on the bed.
“My soft dick isn’t that—”
“Yes it is,” you and Kats cut him off in unison.
Eijirou stumbles in after, fumbling to get his sweats off. Of course he’s commando, that’s probably why it was so prominent. He cups himself in his palm, lifting it up, eyes wide and bottom lip trembling. “It is not! See!”
Both you and Kats laugh softly before pulling the big himbo down onto the bed with you.
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I’m open to doing a pt 2 but I don’t have the spoons to write the smut atm for this. See my profile but tldr: I had everything above typed up and then lost it, so this is rewritten from memory. But I want it posted so I am. If you want the pt 2 let me know :) | My Masterlist
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