i just had a not big brain idea but like an idea a darling for kiribaku who like absolutely berates and degrades bakugou but cuddles up to kiri and is all nice and sweet to him
(What to expect - threesome, NSFW, noncon, dubcon, manipulation)
It infuriates Bakugou.
Kirishima doesn’t have a clue, but he takes your submission in stride, thinks you’re warming up to them.
He fucks you like a stallion, until you’re sloppy and drooling and your thighs are wet from how many times you’ve cum.
You get fucked everywhere, bounced on Kirishima fat cock while he sits on the couch, hefted up onto the kitchen counters so he can eat you out like you’re his favorite meal, bent over the dining room table that’s at the perfect height for Kiri to pound you like his favorite toy.
Kirishima treats you nice, Kirishima loves you. He’s goofy and smiley and lets you help him with crossword puzzles. He always makes sure you feel good when he’s fucking you, panting breathlessly in your ear, asking if it feels good, not stopping his relentless assault even when you’re too fucked-out to respond.
It’s not like you actually enjoy Kirishima, but you’ll tolerate his presence. After all, cuddling up to Kirishima and shunning Bakugou means one less set of hands on you at night.
You don’t mind being good for him. You’ll even lick his fingers when he feeds you, watch the lust pool in his eyes. You don’t fight when he touches you, or crushes you in a hug, or attacks you with kisses in the morning.
But you fight Bakugou.
You call him names, kick your legs and swing your fists when he tries touching you. Bakugou gets spit at, your teeth snapping dangerously close to his throat whenever he attempts to get close to you.
The tension between the two of you is thick, and Kirishima is oblivious.
Bakugou tries to force you, but you cry for Kirishima, and the redhead is always quick to appear, admonishing his partner for being too rough, for scaring you. If Bakugou at least tried to be nice, maybe you’d warm up to him too.
It’s not Kiri’s fault that nobody likes the blonde.
And Bakugou gets resentful, and meaner, and says nasty things when she’s around Kirishima. The redhead shuts that down quick tho, his baby is nice and respectful, she’s getting so well trained! If he asked, she’d even suck him off under the table!
They start competing against each other.
Bakugou tries to get home early every day, just so he can drag you kicking and screaming to the bedroom, tie you down and take his fill of what you’ve been denying him of.
Kirishima gets home and you get whisked away, pampered and treated like a queen, set down for a nap while Kiri has a “talk” with Bakugou. They yell at each other, and you think it’s funny, how easy to rile up they are.
This goes on for weeks, until the two men come home early together, stony looks on stony faces.
You don’t know what had tipped them off to your little favoritism scheme, but they’d figured it out, and both were furious.
Kirishima, especially so.
He tells you as much as he’s railing your into the mattress, abs flexing as he pumps your cunt full of cum, how he feels betrayed, he thought you were actually beginning to love him.
Then it’s Bakugou’s turn, the blonde savage and rough as he fucks his cock between your thighs, because lying little whores don’t get the privilege of getting fucked by him. Your little plan was smart, and it worked, but now it had crumbled to little pieces all around you.
Now they’ll be able to work together, and you’re going to be too sore to even think about pulling something like that again.
Ahh hi uhh I love your work!! Okay can you do hero Kirbaku on patrol when they run into their villain darling who tries to attack them. Of course they can overpower her in a heartbeat but they entertain her by letting her run and get a head start 👀
Here’s the thing -
She’s not really even a villain, at best a petty criminal who commits dumb crimes like theft and the odd mugging here or there. Nothing too big, nothing too serious.
The hero duo wouldn’t even be assigned someone like her, she’s the type of criminal that’s delegated to interns or new sidekicks. Kirishima and Bakugou would just be in the area in civvies, out to do some shopping, and they catch you shoplifting in the store they’re browsing.
(Warnings, NSFW, dubcon, noncon, public sex, slight predator/prey)
In civvies, you doesn’t realize who they are, just think they’re two random meat-heads trying to play hero. You’re confident that she can slip by and get away with your new items if she surprises the two men, who’ve cornered you in the store.
They’re so dumb too, you thinks, trying to apprehend you themselves without even telling an employee what was going on. It would be bad if they called the cops, almost an assurance of jail time, but you’re a bit glad they had such seemingly high opinions of themselves.
It was easy to charge them, slam into the redhead’s chest and scratch at his face with sharp nails, aiming for eyes. He recoiled, and you twisted for the blond, ducking as he reached out for you. A quick kick to the nuts had him groaning, knees buckling as he gripped at his groin.
And that was all you needed to run, slipping out of the store, pulling your hoodie low.
You didn’t get far before getting cornered again, by the same two (now irritated) men. The blonde was kicking his feet, hands shoved in his pockets as he stared you down, grinning. The redhead was rubbing at his neck, bright red eyes scrutinizing you, a frown on his features.
Something was said about you returning the items, them not pressing charges. You refused.
The redhead offered again, before giving up, sighing as he seemingly handed the conversation over to his blond partner.
The blond was significantly more reckless and crude than the redhead. Cussing on every other word, his very stance screamed confidence. He gave you a quick explanation of “rules” - you get a fifteen minute head start, but once they catch you, they get to pick a punishment for you not only stealing from the store, but trying to assault two pro heroes.
Color drained from your face then, taking a closer look at the men, gulping as you realized it was Red Riot and DynaMight, the devastating duo in the hero world. They complimented each other perfectly, worked together seamlessly. You understood why DynaMight had said when they catch you, and not if.
Fifteen minutes of racing through the streets passes quick, breath ragged and burning through your lungs, legs tired and wobbly. It had started raining at some point too, your clothes sticking to your skin, cold and uncomfortable.
Five minutes after your head start was up, the two men had you in their grasp.
You don’t know how they had found you, but they did, the redhead stepping out of an alley as you tried to run past, so you ran straight into his hard chest instead. When you moved to back up, another hard body was trapping you, crowding you against the redhead.
Trying to dash away had been useless, you had gotten three steps after escaping from the sandwich, before your hair got yanked, a hand holding the strands in place.
They’d dragged you down the road a bit, under a tree where there was a bench, mostly out of the rain.
You’d gotten shaken down, patted down by Red Riot, who the presented the stolen items to DynaMight as he found each one.
His pat-down was entirely out of bounds, fingers skimming over places they shouldn’t, large palms kneading softly at areas strangers weren’t allowed to touch.
But when you tried to voice this observation, Dynamight had just scoffed, cutting you off with some vague explanation that made no sense.
Then it was time for your punishment.
Punishment consisted of being bent over the bench, wet jeans worked tediously down your legs, Red Riot eventually getting frustrated with the fabric and ripping it straight from you with a growl.
You were pushed into DynaMight’s lap, who was sitting on the bench, relaxing back casually. He had his dick out, stroking it, cradling it in his hands to protect it from the wet, chilly air. He protected it further by burying it into you warm cunt, spitting insults the entire time about your lifestyle.
Red Riot appeared behind the bench, unbuckling his belt, barely pulling his cock out. You were fed his girth cock, his thumbs hooking into your mouth and hardening slightly so you weren’t allowed to bite. Internally, you briefly thanked whatever higher power existed that DynaMight was the one nestled in your pussy, moving your hips in a slow grind, and not Red Riot.
Red Riot would break you.
He hurt your jaw, keeping it stretched so wide. He fucked in and out, hands gripping your head to guide you along his cock like a personal fucktoy, sometimes drawing back to shallowly thrust his tip into your mouth, enjoying your heaving gasps for air.
Being in public made you burn with humiliation, bare ass on display for whoever to see. Wasn’t this dangerous for their reputations? What if someone saw the two heroes? Would they get in trouble for assaulting a civilian? They would, right?
But the street was seemingly empty, devoid of all human life.
No one came to save you from the brutal pounding, from being choked and gagged, from having your insides rearranged.
Dynamight laughed when he rested a hand over your stomach, grabbed one of your own hands to feel the same thing he was feeling - his cock stretching against the skin of your tummy.
It made you burn even hotter with humiliation, although you didn’t know why. Maybe it was just the thought of how lewd you must look, being bounced in one man’s lap while being forced to suck another one off over the first man’s shoulder.
You had to wonder if DynaMight minded the suckling, slurping, and gagging sounds you made around Red Riot’s cock, the act being carried out right next to DynaMight’s ear.
They were quick, brutal, and uncaring. You were left with a belly full of cum, and a pussy wet and bare, jeans and panties in a torn heap at the side of the bench.
Red Riot was kind enough to take off his jacket, wrapping it around his waist before hefting you into his arms bridal style, his eyebrows furrowed.
As the three of you left the street, you saw the sign you had missed during your mad dash for freedom, the one stating that the street was closed to all civilians, even foot traffic, due to a villain related incident earlier in the week.
That would explain why the street was seemingly abandoned, why the two hero’s felt no fear in fucking you in public.
You weren’t done being punished, they told you.
They had some stuff back at their apartment, stuff that’d be fun to use while playing with the stupid, slutty little criminal as they delivered the rest of your punishment.
And then maybe after, DynaMight would consider letting you cum.
For some reason? I’m seeing them as like, staff at like a restaurant. Like Kiri’s a waiter, Bakugou’s a chef (ofc).
(No NSFW, they scare off a S/O, gender neutral reader)
So you go this nice restaurant with your family one night, y’know, family dinners and all. The waiter’s cheery, smile brighter than a field of sunflowers. The ambiance of the place is nice, the food is delicious, but really, it’s the service that makes you want to come back.
The redheaded waiter is so quick, so attentive, refilling your glass of water as soon as you take a sip. He cracks jokes while your family decides what to eat (even when your dad goes through the e n t i r e menu and asks what each item tastes like) and somehow, his upbeat mood puts you in a happy mood yourself.
Your mom asks for the chef - apparently she’s so impressed with the food that she wants to thank him personally (she owns the bakery you work at, so it makes sense that she can recognize hard work and dedication to the art of making food).
A grumpy blond comes out, escorted by the redheaded waiter, and your entire family showers the two men in compliments about the food, the service, their looks. You gave your own two cents, telling the brusque chef that his food is exquisite, that he’s incredible; telling the bright waiter that he was amazing at his job, he made the dining experience ten times better.
The redhead blushes, cheeks going bright as his hair as he stammers his thanks, and the blond fixes you with the most intense stare you’ve ever felt in your life. It’s intimidating, but you just offer a friendly smile, and his eyes slide away.
The pair retreat back to their work stations, and your family finishes their food. Before you go, the redheaded waiter saunters up to the table with a smile, says the meal is free of charge.
----
You go back to the restaurant a few times - often solo, occasionally with a member or two of your family. You always get the same waiter no matter where you sit, Kirishima, and you’re grateful - he’s such a fun, happy man.
After the first couple of times, the mean-looking chef, Bakugou, comes out to your table whenever you arrive. Apparently Kirishima tells him when you show up, and then the two men hover and ask what fancies your palate tonight, how your day was, anything fun happen since the last time you came? Bakugou always prods, asking gruffly what you thought of the dish he made for you last time, asks what you’re in the mood for, maybe something sweet? He’s intimidating, but whenever you compliment or praise him, the tips of his ears turn red.
It becomes a common occurrence for the two men to get yelled at by their coworkers, admonished for giving a customer such blatant special treatment. Bakugou yells back, disturbing the rest of the restaurant. Honestly, it’s embarrassing having the other customers give you nasty looks, as if you were the one forcing the two men to spend thirty-plus minutes catering to you. Kirishima is hardly ever less than an arm’s length away, and if you so much as cough, the big man is rubbing your back, making sure you aren’t choking. His eyes are always on you, even if he has to go serve someone across the room.
Soon, it becomes uncomfortable enough that your visits become less and less common. Each time, you get bombarded with prying questions - What’s keeping you so busy? You don’t like the dishes Bakugou’s making for you? Is one of the other customers bothering you?
You try to keep your answers short - work’s been crazy, you love the food Bakugou makes, no Kiri, none of the customers are bothering you (unlike two very persistent employees).
They aren’t satisfied. Bakugou pushes for your number, and when you dodge the insistent man. Kirishima writes both his and Bakugou’s cell down on his order pad, tucks it into your purse with a smile.
Somehow they get your number.
Both of their numbers get blocked.
You stop going to the restaurant.
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When you get into a relationship, you’re so excited, and it’s been a while since you’ve gone to the restaurant, that you don’t even consider Bakugou and Kirishima when you take you S/O to the restaurant.
You should’ve.
The lively, spirited Kirishima is sour, curt, short with you as he takes your order, glares at your date when they order, scoffs when they take a second to decide.
Bakugou comes out after your meal, doesn’t notice your date when he storms over to badger you about where you’ve been, why you blocked their numbers. Then he catches sight of the person sitting opposite you. He goes quiet. Kirishima comes up besides him, whispers something in his ear, and then both men are glaring daggers at your poor S/O, who’s noticeably uncomfortable.
You file a complaint with the restaurant manager.
Your S/O quickly breaks it off with you the next day. Something about how they don’t think you mesh well together. You know that it’s probably because of the threatening way they were treated at the restaurant.
You storm over to the restaurant right before it closes, barely restrain slapping Kirishima in the face when he brightens at the sight of you, completely alone. You hiss that you’d like to talk to him and Bakugou, and Kirishima quickly agrees that the three of you need to talk, but they’re both working right now, so wait ten minutes until they close,’kay? Then they’re all yours.
Twelve minutes later sees you sitting down at a table across from Bakugou and Kirishima, both men watching you expectantly. You tell them off.
They’ve been harassing you, they ruined your relationship by being possessive and intimidating jerks to your S/O, they’ve crossed several boundaries.
You honestly wanted to just yell at them for a bit.
After you finish your tirade, both men are irritated. Eyebrows drawn low, Bakugou’s mouth twisted into the fiercest scowl you’ve ever seen; Kirishima leaning forward, tapping his fingers slowly across the tabletop, face pinched, angry.
You get up to leave, neither man stops you.
Somehow, as you push open the heavy restaurant door, you feel like you’ve made a mistake.
When you wake up in a dark room, no memory of what you were doing, where you were, how you got here - you know you’ve made a mistake.
When a door opens, flooding light into the tiny, barren room, you realize you made the worst mistake of your life.
Bakugou and Kirishima, stalking towards you like two apex predators, are going to make that clear.
Yeah, Bakugou crouches down next to you, cocks his head, smiles; Kirishima circles behind you, puts a giant hand on your shoulder - you’re going to regret brushing them off.
Okay this is just a thirst Kirishima and Bakugou teaming up together with Kiri holding your arms above your head and using his quirk to pin them down so you can't move while Bakugou towers over you tearing off your clothes. Both begin to taunt you about how hopeless you are and laugh as you try to thrash around as they begin to undress themselves. I'm sorry I'm being a horny b rn 🥵
oh FUCK oh fuck
bonus points if this happens with you like pressed up against a wall or evEN BETTER pressed up against one of them. Like Kiri has your arms trapped and your body pulled back against his chest, which gives Bakugou ultimate freedom in ripping and tearing and burning off your clothes. It would be so humiliating and there would be so many tears; Kiri notices and licks them up, tongue hot and wet and disgusting as it slides over your face
ohoho and I can see Bakugou snickering once he cutes you down to your underwear, making fun of your cute little panties and how you wore a sports bra. He’d tear that bra off faster than you could blink, tits bouncing free and you’d be begging them to stop, to let you go, please.
Kirishima tells Bakugou to leave your panties on - he thinks they’re just too cute and make you look so innocent. He’s grinding slowly against you while pinning your arms and you’re scared; you can feel how big he his. Bakugou is palming at your chest with his big sweaty hands, grinning before he abandons that in favor of crouching down. He leans forward to nuzzle between your thighs, ignoring how you whimper and thrash and wiggle, trying to shake him away.
When you manage to kick him, the blonde just huffs before grabbing your legs, hiking them over his shoulder and leaving you completely exposed. Bakugou has an iron grip on your legs, so wiggling is useless as he starts to mouth over your clothed cunt, choked sobs falling out of your mouth. it feels good but you can’t, you don’t want this!
Kirishima letting go of your wrists only to give you a big bear hug, groping and fondling your tits as he hooks his chin over your shoulder, watching his bro go to town on your pussy.
Prelude - Haha Hi I've never done anything quite like this or this long (like 5k bich) but I am THORSTy and I’ve been sitting on these asks for so long I’m so sorry. ALSO to the ppl sending me the sweet gentle asks about my blog guess what??? I would D I E for you legit I read one of them this morning I almost teared up. I haven’t cried (Except for like (TW) s*ui*ide cry lol those don’t count) since like??? last year?? no joke.
ANYWHO idk how to write a praise kink so I went with like, insecurity? but then Kiribaku likes makes the reader just melt cause they keep praising her and they bring it out during nasty times and she's GONE yeeted off the earth it makes her so hot and wet lol.
Pairing - Kiribaku X Reader
Prompt -
Warnings - NSFW!!!! Dirty talk, my best effort at a praise kink, mirror stuff, ummmm mentions of kidnapping. DUB-CON big time, maybe technically even noncon cause reader DOES NOT want it but has just. resigned herself to being a plaything.
You couldn’t meet Bakugou’s eyes. HIs gaze was so intense, eyes so passionate and fierce. You were so embarrassed, aware of Kirishima’s gaze fixed on your form from where he was seated in the armchair.
“I-I…….. don’t like it…. when you talk like that….”
“Fuckin’ what?” Bakugou barked, his brows knitting in confusion.
“What do you mean, baby?” Kiri stood, moving to sit next to Bakugou on the couch so he could see your face.
You wiggled around uncomfortably in your spot on the floor, where you were kneeling between Bakugou’s feet. Kirishima had made some comment, something about how pretty you looked being so sweet for Bakugou. You were literally just sitting there, but Kiri thought you worthy of praise
“It’s not true…… I’m not-my body doesn’t look nice and I just….. every time you guys say stuff about me, all I can think of is how bad I look.” It was hard to choke out the words, your face flushing red as your eyes filled with tears. You were so embarrassed, having to explain your insecurities to your kidnappers. It was bad enough that they dressed you up in slinky outfits, booty shorts and thin shirts that were almost see-through. You hated it, hated the way it made you feel, hated the way it made you look. It was humiliating.
“Well that’s a bunch of bullshit. I don’t go around saying shit unless it’s true.” Bakugou glared down at you. He seemed angry that you would even have that view of yourself, the foot resting on the floor by your hip beginning to tap in agitation.
Kirishima scooted closer so he could reach you, his hand coming up to stroke your hair. “We mean what we say. You’re beautiful, such a good, obedient little girl for us.”
“No, no - please don’t say that kind of stuff!” You were getting worked up now, tears falling freely as you hugged your arms around your body. Kirishima shared a look with Bakugou, the two men quickly deciding to drop the conversation and move on to something else.
“Tch, whatever. C’mere” Bakugou patted his leg, prompting you to shuffle out of your kneeling position and onto his lap. You would rather not, but you knew what resistance would result in, and you’d prefer not having to nurse a sore bottom and mild burns for the next few days. Bakugou wrapped an arm loosely around your waist, tugging you closer to him on his lap. Kiri still petted your hair, pressed up against the blond man’s side as he smiled at you.
“It’s fine baby, calm down. Maybe one day you’ll see what we see.” Without leaving any room for you to argue, Kirishima planted a quick smooch on your forehead before rising from the couch. “Do you two have any preferences for dinner? I was thinking we could order something from that yakisoba place, remember Bakugou? The one Mina recommended.”
“Yeah, go for it. They have any spicy shit?”
Tuning them out, you swiped at your tears, trying to reel yourself back into a steady emotional state. You feel so weak these days, both physically and emotionally. Being held captive by the two men had worn you down, made you prone to teary outbursts. You held no control - your daily routine dictated by the men from the first day they had snatched you from your home. You were reluctant to obey, had even fought them at first, but you quickly realized it was easier (and less painful) to just do what they wanted.
Fighting was useless.
——
Weeks had passed since your little outburst. Unfortunately, Bakugou and Kirishima weren’t willing to give up praising you every chance they got. You had an inkling suspicion that they had upped the amount of comments they made about you ever since that day, enjoying watching you squirm and your face go bright red. It made you blush, yes. Made your heart beat a little faster, made you flounder for words if you were in the middle of speaking. But you just felt….. shame when they praised you.
They lauded you for your obedience, how compliant you were for them. Kiri would ask you to sit down and wait at the table while he answered the door (“don’t make a sound baby.”), and you did. Bakugou would have you sit in his lap while playing video games, and you tried you’re best not to squirm. It made you almost feel sick inside, how quickly you had adjusted to being their “good girl”. You just wanted to please, didn’t want them angry at you.
What really made you blush was when they would strip you down, bend you over the nearest surface. They’d be fucking into you, fondling your body while whispering compliments in-between kisses. You never felt “beautiful” nor “delicious”, no matter how many times they told you otherwise. It was especially humiliating when one of them would take you on the bed, the other watching. You always wanted to hide, shield away your body from their prying eyes, but they never let you.
You just didn’t get it, didn’t understand what they saw when they looked at you. Staring into the bathroom mirror, all you saw were your imperfections, your insecurities. It was shameful, pathetic. You felt entirely unworthy of the attention and love you were being showered with.
——
The boys had seemed more… energetic today, Kirishima almost seeming to bounce with each step, Bakugou smiling gently at you. It made you nervous.
It made you even more nervous when Bakugou took his leave, giving both you and Kirishima a quick peck on the lips before going out the door. It was a weekend, and you knew that both men didn’t have work today. You tried asking Kirishima where Bakugou was going, but all you got out of him was a laugh and “Don’t worry about it! He’s gonna do a little bit of shopping.”
Well, at least that eased your mind a tiny bit.
You didn’t have much time to dwell on it though, Kirishima herding you into the basement. It was the their home gym, filled with weights and machines that kept the two men strong and fit, and you weren’t usually allowed down there. If you were, it was because both of the men were present, and they could watch you while they worked out (you knew that they liked showing off for you, even if they didn’t admit it.).
But today Kiri wasn’t going down there to work out. Once the two of you made it down the steps, Kiri was pulling an exercise bench over, instructing you to lay down on it, belly up. You did what he said.
“‘Kay, I’m gonna go upstairs to get some stuff. I want your shorts off by the time I get back, alright baby?”
You nodded.
Sighing, you shimmied your shorts down as he left. You never had to worry about underwear - they never let you wear it unless you were on your period. You knew vaguely what direction this was going in, and had already resigned yourself to getting fucked silly by the redhead. It was practically useless trying to resist.
When he came back, you were surprised. He had rope and…… a Hitachi. That was new. In the short time you’d been living with them, you had gotten used to their habits when they fucked you. Neither man was too interested in toys, preferring to stimulate you manually, so this was an unwelcome surprise.
“Mmhm, you look so sexy baby.” Kiri kneeled down next to you, before peeling apart your thighs. He grinned at you, shark teeth flashing, before snatching up the Hitachi wand, pressing it directly against your pussy. You didn’t like where this is going.
He didn’t turn it on, instead reaching for the rope that he had brought down. The redhead began wrapping it around your thighs, lifting your legs to encircle them with the rope. It took a few minutes, which were tense, silent as you watched him work. He made sure to also circle the rope around your hands and torso, anchoring your arms by your side. When Kiri was finished, you were trapped, unable to move your legs, to even simply part them an inch. The Hitachi wand was still directly on your pussy, snug and unmoving. It rubbed against your clit, making you bite your lip at the delicious friction. Kirishima gave you a flashy smile, turning to ruffle your hair. Distantly you noticed he didn’t have a shirt on.
“Alright babe, we’re gonna have some fun while we wait for Katsuki. You know what this is?” He tapped the wand nestled between your legs.
“It’s…. It’s a vibrator.” You managed, throat suddenly dry.
Kirishima seemed to beam even brighter. “Yeah! I’m gonna turn it on, let you have your fun. But you gotta tell me before you cum, okay? Think you can do that?”
A quick nod from you and the vibrator buzzed to life between your legs, Kirishima not in the mood to dawdle. Your back arched off the bench at the sensation, the pleasure quick and intense. Kirishima stayed kneeling beside you, watching you writhe as he changed the speed of the wand.
It didn’t take long for you to cry out, “Kirishima, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. It made your shirt stick to your chest, accentuate the heaving of your breasts as panted. Right before you orgasmed though, Kiri flipped the off switch, the vibrations cutting off and leaving you hanging. Your eyes shot open, confusion furrowing you’re brow.
“Wha-Kiri? What?”
The redhead smirked, pressing a hand to your tummy to prevent you from moving against the wand, desperate for more stimulation, desperate to orgasm.
“Not yet baby, not yet.”
He patted your stomach soothingly as you stared up at him in confusion. You had been so close! Why have you tell him when you’re going to cum, only to rip that away from you??
A minute passed, then two, Kirishima still rubbing his big hand across your tummy. It was meant to be soothing, a soft gesture, but it only heated your skin, made pleasure thrum in your veins. When you had sufficiently calmed down, chest no longer heaving, Kiri reached down and flicked the wand back on, chuckling at the way you desperately ground against the rounded head of the toy.
“Mm, desperate little baby, aren’t you?” He was kissing your neck, letting his tongue slip out to lick at the skin there. It set you on fire. Reaching the high of orgasm came even quicker this time, spurred on by your movements and determination to cum. If you didn’t tell Kirishima when you were about to, he wouldn’t be able to stop you. So you stayed silent, circling your hips as best you could, leaning into the hot kisses being pressed to your throat.
All of a sudden, the vibrator clicked off, Kirishima’s hand on your tummy once again.
“Thought you could get away with that one? You’re so cute.”
You felt like screaming, yelling out your frustration. He knew your body too well, could feel the hitch in your breath as you prepared to orgasm, felt your fingers tighten, clenching around nothing. He had stopped the vibrator right as you were beginning to feel it, the wave of pleasure. It was frustrating.
You could hardly believe you were thinking this, but you couldn’t wait for Bakugou to get back.
——
It was torture, having your orgasm slip away from you time after time. Kirishima was having fun, groping your chest, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck and collarbone. He liked seeing you struggle, almost at the point of begging and pleading with him in your need to cum.
He had been edging you for a while now, you didn’t even know how many orgasms he had yanked you away from. Kiri had just stopped you once more, turning the vibrator off and holding you still /right/ as you felt yourself letting go. You wanted to scream, on the verge of tears. But then Kirishima was glancing at his phone, stuffing it in his pocket before standing so he could untie you from the bench.
“Bakugou’s back, we’re gonna go see what he brought home for us!”
You could barely think straight, wincing when Kiri removed the vibrator pressing up against your pussy. You were drenched, pussy wet and red and puffy, your own slick covering your thighs. Kirishima helped you to your feet, guiding you into your shorts. You were too out of it to do much, simply letting the man guide and push and lift your body as he pleased. When he pressed up against you to pull your shorts snug over your hips, you felt his bulge through his shorts, poking you in the stomach. You suppose he’d been waiting for relief too, just the same as you.
Kirishima helped you totter up the basement stairs, then guided you towards the bedroom, hand on your waist. You stumbled through the door, eyes immediately focusing on the giant mirror leaned up against the wall. How had Bakugou even gotten it through the door?
“Damn Kiri, you’re really worked up.”
Bakugou was sitting on the bed, unlacing his shoes. Kirishima chuckled, hand leaving your waist so he could go sit beside the blonde.
“Me and her both man. Had to hold myself back, she was making such raunchy sounds.”
Their attention turned to you, both men smirking as they eyed you, Kirishima still with a prominent tent in his shorts.
“Yeah, I fuckin’ bet.” Bakugou smirked.
Kirishima stood, stepping languidly around you until he was at your back, broad chest pressing up against you.
“I mean, look at this -“ a hand cupped your mound, making you jump. You were still sensitive from being denied so many times, even the slightest touch had you twitching. “ - she’s fucking dripping.”
It was true, the crotch of your shorts soaked with your juices. Kiri rubbed his index finger against the seam, pressing it up and against your clit. You shuddered, hand flying up at grasp onto his arm. It felt so good, you hated his touch, didn’t want his hands on you, but oh, your body liked it.
Kirishima pushed you forward, fingers still teasing you through your wet shorts. You gasped when you were pushed face first into the bed, bent at the waist. A hot, blunt hardness rubbed up against you, Kiri’s hand still cupping your mound.
“You’re being such a good little bitch, letting us do whatever the fuck we want to your stupid little cunt.”
You lifted your eyes, saw Bakugou smirking down at you as you were rocked gently by the force of Kiri’s humping. The blond was palming himself over his jeans, but your attention was quickly shifted when you felt your shorts getting ripped down, off your body.
“Step out.” You obeyed. Kirishima was hungry, lustful - voice deeper and serious now - no trace of his signature lightheartedness. He always got like this this when he was excited. Your head was wrenched to the side, cheek mashed against the bedspread, large hand pressing and holding you in place. Belatedly, you recognized you were facing the mirror leaned against the wall, could see Kirishima’s bulk behind you, his shorts already pulled down to reveal his hard cock. If you hadn’t taken it before, you would be scared. He was thick, blunt and girthy - not to mention a considerable length. The tip was flushed red, almost purple, shiny with leaked precum and almost swollen.
“Look at yourself in the mirror baby, you see that? How nice you look, all obedient and ready to take my cock? Such a good, sweet little girl.”
You looked so tiny compared to the redhead, the man having to bend his knees slightly to rub the head of his cock against your pussy. You tried not to moan when he focused it on your clit, rubbing it rapidly over the nub. “Kiri - please……Aah! Let me - lemme cum..” You whined.
“God, you’re so perfect, you know that?” He breathed out a laugh, still rubbing the head of his blunt cock over your clit, hand still forcing your head to the side, making you watch his movements. You almost wanted to cry - being teased and denied for so long. You just wanted to cum, wanted to get this over quickly so you could go shower.
Normally seeing yourself in a mirror was something you’d try to avoid, not favoring the way you looked. But now, you were mesmerized, watching through the reflection the way Kirishima’s red cock pulsed as he finally, finally slipped it into your opening. You choked on a moan as he slowly stretched you out, feeding inch after inch of his wide cock into you. In the mirror, you saw him tip his head back, groaning low in his throat when he finally bottomed out, fat balls pressed flush against you.
“Fuck, oh god, feels so good. You’re so good, can feel your pretty little pussy trying to milk me.” He leaned down, warm chest plastered across your back as he whispered in your ear.
“You really want this, don’t you? Such a gorgeous baby, so sexy and hot and perfect.”
The man didn’t start out slowly, he never did. He was aggressive, unrelenting as he thrust his fat cock into you over and over. Your legs were shaking, the pleasure making you weak-kneed, your tongue lolling out of your open mouth, unable to quiet your moans. Kirishima’s pace was frenzied, excited, animalistic as he chased his own pleasure, the sound of his skin slapping against your own filling the room. It was incredible.
His dick hit all the right spots, pressing you closer and closer to your orgasm. If he didn’t let you cum this time you were going to cry. Your could hear the lecherous, sinful sounds of your pussy squelching, milky juices getting everywhere. It coated his dick, was covering your thighs. You could feel drops of wetness being flicked everywhere on every thrust, the wet, fast slaps of his thighs against you making your stomach clench even harder. The hand in your hair pulled up slightly, wrenching your head back in order for Kiri to give your a quick, desperate kiss - full of teeth and spit. He had hardly detached from your lips before he was mouthing at your back, spitting out filth as he did so.
“Shit, I love you so much. Wish I could be inside you all time - see how easily your body takes me? You were made for this, such a filthy little baby. Always look so tempting, always wanna fuck you, fill you up, make you squirt.”
His words were getting to you, as you were forced to watch him pounding into you, hips snapping and tensing in an animalistic fashion. It was too much - the pleasure, his crude words, the visual of seeing yourself getting fucked, worshipped. Your eyes closed, clenching shut as you moaned over a particularly satisfying thrust. Kiri didn’t like that. The hand not holding your head against the bed slipped underneath you, immediately finding your clit, pinching at it viciously.
“Open your eyes, keep watching or else I stop.”
You wailed, eyes flying open. Kirishima was smiling, still kissing sloppily at your back as he began playing with your clit.
“You always look so tasty, can’t tell you - Fuck! - how many times I think about fucking your brains out during the day - shit, you’re so good for me.”
HIs hips stuttered as he rammed forward, signaling he was close. He wasn’t the only one - your hands clawing at the bedspread, your hips moving and twitching as you tried to grind yourself against his hand, his cock slamming into you. His big hand rubbed you just right, and it sent a pang of sizzling pleasure trough your body. A broken cry left you as you finally orgasmed, hot, shaking, senseless. Thank god.
The wild twitching of your pussy as you rode out your high triggered Kirishima’s own orgasm, the man burying his face between your shoulder blades as his own hips twitched wildly, humping his cock into you as he released his seed. He was cursing, saying something, but it was muffled by the skin he caught between his teeth, making you squeal as you felt hot cum shoot into you.
It took a minute for the man to slow down, thrusting through his orgasm and into the aftershocks, milking and prolonging both of your pleasure. It felt so good, so right. You were so high from the endorphins that you couldn’t even think to remember how wrong this was, how you didn’t want any of it.
Pulling out, Kirishima watched his cum begin dripping out of your cunt, pushing himself away from your back as he stood, chest heaving, body glistening with sweat. You were barely able to keep yourself up, still bent over the bed, legs wobbly and arms jelly. A separate set of hands pulled you to the side, and you let yourself be manhandled, pulled and situated in Bakugou’s lap, his chest to your back.
You had forgotten about Bakugou.
His jeans were off, along with his boxers. His shirt was gone too, thrown somewhere on the floor. The blond ripped at the shirt still plastered to your chest, the fabric giving in easily to his strength. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as it shredded right through the middle, freeing your tits. It’s not like it hid anything anyways.
“Jesus, that was so fuckin’ hot, watching Kiri pound into you like that. Look at yourself, leaking everywhere like a damn hose. You like having Kiri’s cum sliding out of your soggy little cunt?”
His chin hooked over your shoulder and he directed your gaze forward.
There was another mirror.
It was leaned up against the far wall, allowing you a perfect view of your sweaty, debauched body as Bakugou spread you legs, hooking your knees over his own so he could force your thighs even further apart. Oh god.
He was hard as a rock, moving your body around on his lap so his dick pressed up against the outside of your pussy, cum still escaping from your hole. You were exhausted, body limp and pliant - you didn’t know if you could go another round.
Bakugou didn’t care.
A harsh slap had you crying out, a sharp “Ah!” Filling the room. Bakugou slapped your slit again, and you tried to curl in on yourself, protect yourself from the abuse on your sensitive pussy. The blond slithered a hand around your chest, reaching up to grip your throat lightly.
“Stop that. Fucking look at this shit. See how sloppy your pussy is? Everytime I do this - “ He delivered another quick slap, and you writhed on his lap, which caused you to push against the hard cock nestled between your thighs. “ - You let more cream out.”
Without saying anything more, Bakugou shoved the hand not around your throat under your thigh, lifting you up just enough so he could slip his dick into you. HIs cock was less girth than Kirishima’s - it was about the same length but a more manageable size. He had been jacking off while watching Kiri fuck you, so his length was already coated in a layer of his spit and precum. That, combined with the cum already drenching your insides, meant he met virtually no resistance as he thrust up slowly.
You writhed, the hand at your throat and at your thigh keeping you steady in his lap. Kirishima was on the floor, leaning his back against the bed as he watched the two of you in the mirror, still panting and calming down from his intense orgasm.
There wasn’t any time to adjust, to ask Bakugou to wait, you’re too sensitive to go again! He was more relaxed than Kirishima, more controlled and languid in his thrusting. He rolled his hips, bouncing you gently in his lap as he forced you to keep your head straight, despite your efforts to turn away from the mirror showing your own reflection. You looked absolutely filthy - face flushed, tits bouncing, Bakugou’s hard cock drilling into you. You couldn’t help but moan, the sight stirring up something, some heated feeling inside your tummy.You liked watching them fuck you.
“Goddamn, every single time feels so fucking good. Shit, shit shit shit - it’s like you were made for us!”
He sounded so gleeful, so truthful. You unconsciously clenched around his length, feeling tingly as his thrusts ground deep, hit every single spot that made a sweet zing of bliss race through your body.
“Ah, ah fuck, you finally get it? You see what we’re fuckin’ on about when we say you look so damn delicious? Shit, I wanna take a bite outta you, so juicy and ripe and fucking perfect.”
Bakugou was out of breath, his voice deep as he growled at you. You grabbed at the arm around your chest, his thighs, his hair - anything to anchor yourself as his balls papped against you. You could hear someone moaning, whining and sobbing, was that you?
Kirishima had recovered, moving to kneel between Bakugou’s and your own spread legs. “Bakugou, you two look so good together.” That seemed to spur the blond on, his thrusts speeding up as he grunted. You screamed when you felt a wet muscle swip at your clit, looking down to see Kirishima grinning up at you, his tongue hanging out. On each thrust, he was licking at Bakugou’s cock, and then at your clit right above him, making you wiggle and spasm as you tried to escape the intense sensation.
You were pushing at his head, albeit weakly, but you were trying to move him away, becoming frantic as the combined efforts of the two men overwhelmed you, had you throwing your head back against Bakugou’s shoulder and gasping. Bakugou snickered, before plunging his tongue into your open mouth, stealing a kiss. You whined, scrabbling at his arms, Kirishima’s hair, trying to get away but simultaneously trying to bring the two of them closer. It felt so /good/, you didn’t even have the words to describe how heavenly and lascivious and filthy you were feeling.
“Hah, you’re so wet, you hear yourself? Sloppy girl. Taking me so well, shit, so goddamn good.”
You could indeed, hear yourself. On every thrust of Bakugou’s, your pussy squelched, greedily sucking him in. It was absolutely filthy, hearing your juices and Kiri’s cum sloshing together as Bakugou shoved his cock into you, again and again. You could hear Kirishima slurping at your cunt with fervor, could tell by the slick sounds and rhythmic movement of his arm that he was frantically jerking himself off as he lapped at the point where Bakugou’s hot flesh met your own. It was hot, not only in temperature.
“C’mon baby, let it out, let me taste you. Wanna see you clenching around Katsuki’s cock like the good, sweet little girl you are.”
Kirishima’s words hand you reeling, and the second his lips went back to attacking your clit, you were gone. It almost hurt, how tense your muscles became, squeezing an agonizingly delicious orgasm out of you. Bakugou felt you release, his thrusts speeding up as Kirishima kept his tongue out, laving at Bakuguo’s cock as he hammered into your clenching cunt. You were crying, twisting In Bakugou’s hold as you were quickly overstimulated, shrieking as you were left with no respite.
It didn’t take long for Bakugou to cum, spurred on by your writhing and tears, the way you were begging and pleading and sobbing, imploring the men to stop. With a guttural moan, the blond gave on last thrust, shooting his seed into you, hot ropes of cum filling you up. Kirishima was still licking around Bakugou’s cock, catching the cum and slick that squeezed it’s way past the cock plugging you up.
You shivered, relaxing against the hard chest behind you as Kirishima eventually stopped lapping at you, his own arm still. He had cum again at some point, pumping his cock into his own fist. Bakugou pressed a gentle kiss behind your ear, panting hotly against the shell.
“Fuuuuuck-“ he whined out “- that was amazing.”
“Mhmm.” Kiri hummed his agreement, slowly standing. The redhead flopped down on the bed, crawling up to sprawl out on one side, head resting against a pillow. Bakugou slipped out of you with no warning, your sudden gasp as you felt wet drip out of you making him chuckle. He maneuvered your lax body onto the bed, next to Kirishima, before pressing himself up behind you, trapping your body between the two men. You were too tired to feel gross, to mind the wet slide of your thighs as you shifted into a more comfortable position. Kirishima threw an arm around your waist, leaning up on his elbow to hover over and across you, stealing a kiss from Bakugou. Then he was stealing one from you, wet mouth connected to your own.
You didn’t fight.
When he flopped back down, you breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like you could finally relax as the two men stayed silent, all three of you exhausted, fucked out.
This was only the tip of the ice berg.
If you knew how often and intensely the men intended to fuck you near the mirrors, you would probably pass out. They just wanted to show you what they saw in you. It had been two of the strongest orgasms you had experienced in a while, but there was no way you’d admit it was because of their praising and insistence on making you watch yourself getting railed by them.
For now, you let yourself drift into a comfortable doze, let the heat of the two bodies caging you in keep you warm, keep you trapped.
Prelude: Hey pals! Sorry for not posting, usual excuse of “I saw pictures of myself and got very depressed lolololol” I have some spicy HC ideas for some of my requests, so I will be getting to those! Thank you for being so patient y’all, love u and if you have a doggo pet them for me.
Pairing: Kiribaku X Reader
Prompt: I was watching “Mission Impossible: Fallout” and there’s that one fighting scene where Hunt and Walker are beating up that dude in the bathroom and inspiration STRUCK. Cause like oof, how hot would it be for the darling to be fighting against the two of them and they just tag-team beating you up??? Bruh.
Warnings: Needles, mentions of an aphrodisiac. Fighting, blood, gunshot wounds. Mention of a headshot and brief sentence about what that might entail. Stalking. Alludes to NSFW but there is no actual smut.
Your mission was clear. Pick up the hard-drive from your contact, lay low for a few months until the Syndicate stopped looking for it, then transport it out of the country.
The first step was easy - picking it up from your contact. Well, easy enough. Something had gone wrong, either someone had talked or the Syndicate was more watchful than you thought, and your contact had been killed right as he was handing over the drive. You had to flee, his blood and brain matter still dripping off your face. Whoever had shot him had gotten a bullet in you too, in your left shoulder. It had made moving excruciating, but you were built for running and hiding, hired for how good you were at sneaking yourself out of tough situations.
You had spent the next few weeks double-checking everything. You couldn’t afford any mistakes, looking over your shoulder whenever you left the dingy safehouse-apartment to get groceries, paying for everything with cash to leave no digital trail. You took a walk across town with the intent of chucking your phone in a dumpster, paranoid that somehow the syndicate had somehow tracked you, that you were responsible for the death of your contact. Every night your blinds were taped shut, your door locked and a chair placed under the handle. It was hard for you to relax, to sleep instead of watching the door, knife ready.
How you wished you had a gun, but you were barely more than a street rat. A woman had simply come up to you one day, promising you plentiful payment if you just followed a few simple, easy instructions. They would even supply a safehouse, and how you wished they would’ve also supplied a gun.
Gradually you allowed yourself to ease up, to sleep at night. There were more walks, you went out to eat, you even joined a local gym to keep yourself in shape while you waited out the next few months. Instead of ignoring your friendly neighbors, you allowed yourself to return their friendly greetings. By doing so, you learned that the pair of men living to your left went to the same gym. Sometimes you saw them there, familiar shocks of blonde and red hair catching your attention.
At first you had been suspicious, suddenly fearful that the two men were watching you, maybe they were part of the Syndicate? But you quickly brushed that aside, reasoning to yourself that too much time had passed since you grabbed the drive - plus, you had seen the pair kissing in the hallway right outside their door when you had come back from a walk the other day. They didn’t notice you until you were turning your key in the lock, and the noise made the blonde shove the redhead back, scowling and muttering as he did so. The redhead just chuckled and shrugged at you apologetically. If they were part of the Syndicate, they would have noticed your presence the moment you stepped off the elevator.
Plus, you had similar suspicions about a worker at the grocery store who always seemed to be working whenever you went, even though you tried to choose odd hours. And you were wary of the gym attendant, how he always seemed to be eyeing you whenever you were there. You had to be careful, had to watch everyone. Every time your shoulder twinged you were reminded that no matter how safe you seemed, you could always be wrong.
——
A knock at the door had you scrambling for the remote, pausing the show you were barely paying attention to. Another knock sounded as you dragged your body off the couch, tired and half-asleep. Whoever was knocking better have a good reason for bothering you, eyes finding the clock to confirm that it was as late as you thought.
Not bothering to check through the peep-hole, you swung open the door to find your two neighbors, the redhead’s fist raised to knock again.
“Oh, hey guys. Need something?”
The two men were both dressed in casual clothes - basketball shorts and t-shirts. They probably just wanted to ask if you could turn down your show or something, you hadn’t been paying attention to the volume.
The redhead lowered his hand, a sheepish smile coming across his face.
“Heyyyy, (Y/N), right? Do you have any uhm, oats?”
You blinked at him, then at his scowling partner.
“Oats?”
“Oats.”
The redhead nodded, before he realized how it must sound, and he rushed to explain. “It’s just! Bakugou here-“ he gestured to the blonde at his side, “He was making some cookies, and apparently we don’t have any oats. Could we maybe… borrow some?”
You laughed, before holding the door open, motioning for the pair to come in.
“Yeah, no problem!” You shut the door after they stepped instead, then led them to the kitchen. “Honestly though, you don’t really seem like the baking type.”
You glanced at the blonde, only to find him already staring at you. Odd. He shook his head with a “tsk”.
“Yeah, well I am. Got a problem with that?”
You held up your hands innocently before reaching into a cupboard to find the container of oats. “No, of course not! It’s like in that movie with the rat, yanno? “Everyone can cook!””
Both men turned to look at you, and you mentally facepalmed. God, why were you so awkward? Sure, you were capable of stealing and hiding an important hard-drive, but you couldn’t hold a normal conversation with your two (attractive) neighbors. You tried to laugh it off, hoping the men weren’t writing you off as a socially-awkward loser. The blonde man, Bakugou, turned to scan your apartment, so you held the container of oats towards the redhead.
“Here…. There isn’t much left but you guys can have it.” The redhead smiled at you gratefully. “By the way, what’s your name? I’m assuming he’s Bakugou?”
You nodded at the blonde, who moved towards your living room. Was he going to go sit down? Maybe he was curious about what you were watching?
“Oh, I’m Kirishima! And yeah, he’s Bakugou. Thanks (Y/N).”
You don’t remember giving them your name, but it wouldn’t be that hard to figure out. Kirishima made no move to take the container from your hand, and you noticed him tensing up? You could see Bakugou from the corner of your eye, seemingly looking for something in your living room, inspecting the packed bookshelf by the couch. This seemed….. off.
“Hey uh, Kirishima?” You turned back to the redhead (who still hadn’t taken the oats, geez) “You didn’t both have to ask, I would’ve given either one of you the oats.”
“Oh! Yeah, Bakugou’s a little harsh and sometimes he needs help being civil so-“
A crash interrupted the redhead, and you whipped around, only to see all of your books on the ground, Bakugou shaking out the bookcase.
Before you could react, an arm wrapped around your waist, a hand coming into your vision, a long ziptie clenched in the fingers as they moved towards your hands.
This wasn’t good.
You threw your head back, simultaneously kicking behind you, both movements making contact with Kirishima’s body, dislodging his hold on you. You turned as he let go, the container of oats flying out of your hand, straight into the man’s face. It burst open, contents flying everywhere as you used the distraction to throw a quick jab to Kirishima’s throat. He choked, stumbling backwards before you kicked him squarely in the stomach, sending him to the ground.
You were still focused on him, advancing on his form as he tried to stagger up when a large hand gripped the side of your head. In a flurry of movement, you were pitching sideways, the hand forcing your head to bounce off your kitchen counter.
Fuck, you had forgotten about Bakugou.
A sharp, throbbing pain followed you as you collapsed to the ground, dark spots dancing in your vision. This wasn’t good. You were dazed, disoriented as Bakugou stepped over you, moving to check on his partner. You were proficient in hand-to-hand, but your skills were more suited in running and hiding, evading. There was no way you could take on two athletic men.
You should’ve listened to your gut, followed the instinct that the two men were somehow bad news. Bakugou helped Kirishima to his feet, and you saw their lips moving. Your head ached. You struggled to get your feet underneath you, hands gripping the counter as you tried to haul yourself up.
You had to run.
If they found the hard-drive, bad things would happen. You needed to run, to get away.
The two men turned towards you, Bakugou taking something out of his pocket, Kirishima rubbing at his throat. You weren’t even on your feet yet, still scrabbling against the counter for support when you saw what Bakugou had.
A syringe.
You collapsed onto the ground again, kicking your legs as you tried to drag yourself backwards, black dots still dancing around your vision. They were going to kill you.
Kirishima stepped behind you, an arm wrapping around your chest to pull you to a sitting position. You tried to push him off, bite his hand, anything, but you were too woozy.
Bakugou stepped over you, crouching down with syringe in hand. He flashed his teeth at you, eyebrows drawn as he leaned in.
“No, no no no no-“
There was nothing you could do as he jabbed it in your neck.
——
Waking up was confusing. There was no pain, just a sense of calm as you groggily opened your eyes, consciousness returning to you.
The room you were in was relatively bare. Nothing surrounded you but grey walls, and the only furniture was the table you were chained to, and the chair you were seated on.
You sat there, blinking down at the chain trapping you to the desk, slowly filtering through what you remembered last, trying to piece together where you were, what had happened. You didn’t like what you were able to recall.
Head buried between your hands, you wanted to hit something. You had failed at keeping the hard-drive safe, failed at your mission. You had slipped up, gotten too relaxed. Fuck.
You could only hope that you had hidden the drive well enough.
The door in the room slammed open, making you jump, chain rattling. Bakugou smirked at you from the doorway, before sauntering in, Kirishima following. The two looked totally different, both in pressed suits, Kirishima’s red hair spiked up. They both had dark, satisfied looks on their faces. You wanted to punch them.
There were apparently chairs on the other side of the table, the pair sitting down across from you, Bakugou crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’ll kill you.”
Voice quiet, you could barely contain your rage. You wanted the both of them gone, wanted to hit until your knuckles were bloody, until their bodies stopped moving. And you weren’t even that type of agent.
Bakugou snorted, before leaning forward. “Yeah? And how’d that go for you back in that shitty little apartment? You’re so fucking weak.”
You fumed, jaw clenching as you glared at the man. If you could, you would bite into his neck, tear out his jugular and make him bleed. What he was saying was true, but you were willing to try and prove yourself.
“Hey, lets all get along here.” Your focus snapped to Kirishima, who seemed… different. When you had seen him before, he was all smiles, goofy and floppy, like a big puppy. Now he was calm, held an air of dangerous confidence. Somehow he scared you more than his feral companion. “(Y/N), you’re going to cooperate with us. If you don’t, we have methods that would be more than enjoyable for Bakugou and I, but you would find far less than pleasant. Now-“
“I’m not telling you anything.” You snapped, causing Kirishima to raise an eyebrow.
“I don’t need you to tell us anything. We already found the hard-drive. Where was it, Bakugou? In the bathroom, right?”
Your blood ran cold.
“It was in the fucking floor. Under the tile and packed into a brick. A goddamn hollowed-out brick.” Bakugou clarified, confirming your fears.
They had found it.
“H-How??” You spluttered, face turning red. You almost felt like crying. You had failed, horribly.
“It’s not that hard to figure out where tile’s been replaced, (Y/N). Pro tip; never become a home renovator.”
Kirishima chuckled at his jab, watching your face twist further. You could tell they were enjoying this. If they already had the hard drive, what were you still doing alive?
“What do you want then? I don’t have anything other than that drive. You want information? I don’t even know who hired me to safeguard it. You’re out of luck, you stupid fucks.”
Bakugou leaned forward suddenly, slamming his hands down on the table and making you flinch back.
“Do you even know how fucking /worthless/ you are to the Syndicate? They could get more use out of a flat tire than they could get out of you. Sure, you’re good at hiding and running and all that shit, but obviously not that good. Kiri and I found you a week after you got the drive.”
Oh god. You wanted to cry. Bakugou noticed, a sick smile spreading across his face.
“Yeah, you were a fuckin’ mess. Found you cause you got shot, left a bunch of blood at the scene. Then we get word of some idiot running through town flickin’ blood everywhere. Wasn’t that hard to put two-and-two together. I bet you’re a goddamn newbie, aren’t you?”
You glared at him. How could he tell? You were just trying to make money, this your first ‘real’ job after spending almost your entire life living on the streets.
Kirishima nudged Bakugou as you started sniffing, trying your hardest not to cry in front of the two men.
“What Bakugou’s trying to say, is that the Syndicate doesn’t need anything from you. Bakugou and I however, do. You could say we got sort of…. attached, after watching you for so long.”
“I’m surprised you never even noticed that we bugged your shitty apartment. Seriously, how did you miss all the fucking cameras? Not that I’m complaining; just cements the fact that you’re so fuckin’ inexperienced.”
You were desperately trying to rationalize this to yourself, eyes darting back and forth between the two men. You were ready for them to yell “surprise!!” And bring out the torture tools. They couldn’t be serious. They had been watching you? They had you on camera?? Kirishima cleared his throat, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“We were gonna wait until you pulled the drive out of it’s hiding place. You never did, the higher-ups got antsy and ordered us to move. That’s why we came looking for it the other night….. sorry about that.”
“Wish we would’ve gotten more time on the cameras.” Bakugou scoffed quietly, looking up as you trembled under the onslaught of information. “You put on quite a few shows, fucking enjoyed those.”
Would it be possible for you to somehow disappear? Yes, you had masturbated a few times, but you were a young, healthy individual, with needs! As far as you had known, you were in the safety of your apartment, away from prying eyes. You didn’t know you were being watched!!
You blushed in embarrassment, beginning to shake harder. You didn’t like where this was going, what the two men seemed to be implying.
Kirishima laid a syringe on the table, letting it clack gently against the metal as he met your eyes.
“(Y/N), you can either do what we say, or I’ll have to inject you with this. I want you to-“
“What’s in there?” You nodded towards the syringe, noting Kirishima’s big, meaty hands wrapped around it, ready to rush over the table and shove it in your neck.
Bakugou barked out a laugh before Kirishima could respond, leveling you with a dark look. “It’s an aphrodisiac. It’ll turn you into a little horny mess, and the only hard part of getting you home will be making sure you don’t try to jump Kiri or I before we can get you in the car.” He sniggered, much to your horror.
Kirishima sighed, even though you could tell he wanted that to happen. His fingers were tapping against the syringe impatiently, his body shifting subtly; he almost looked like he was holding back from jumping you himself. You gulped. You felt so cold, goosebumps rising along your flesh as you shivered. Was it because the room was cold, or because of fear? You couldn’t tell. Kiri stood up, producing a key from his pocket as he stepped towards you. He leaned down to unlock the chain strapping your hands to the table, before straightening, looking down at you threateningly.
“You be nice and good while we walk you out, otherwise Bakugou and I get to have our fun right here in the halls, where everyone can see.”
You felt trapped. There was nothing for you to do but nod.
How aboutttt... very cinnamon roll reader with maybe poly kiribaku. If not just bakuhoe is fine! But they get her and she’s normally a sweet cinnamon roll but when she gets kidnapped she turns into a different person. Like fighting screaming her normal bubbly caring tone is full of venom and hatred Towards them/him and she fights back harder than she has at any training course. I just think it’d be interesting. I love you!
Kirishima would be absolutely smitten at how sweet and cute and lovely you were. It was actually really surprising to him that you were in the hero course at UA. After all, how could someone so gentle and soft be capable of protecting civilians (and themself) from big, nasty villains?
It wouldn’t take much for Kirishima to get sick with worry, making sure he got paired up with you during training so he could take it easy on you, afraid that everyone else would push you too hard, possibly hurt you. He’d always be hovering around you, crowding you at lunch, between classes, even when you were trying to relax in your room. He liked feeling your soft skin against his own roughness, passing off his frequent touches as “friendly massages” and him “checking for injuries”.
Wherever Kirishima was, Bakugou was too. The blonde would think you a weak nuisance, worse than Deku (but a thousand times cuter). He would like how small you were compared to him, his pride and ego boosted by how easily he was able to throw you over his shoulder, how helpless you were against his muscular body if he teased you by pinning you to the ground, mocking you.
Both of them also found you irresistible, finding themselves telling each other lewd fantasies that involved your cute lips, the soft skin of your thighs, the peachy flesh of your butt. They’d get so worked up, and eventually have to jack off (sometimes they’d give each other a hand (hah)) in order to calm down.
It’d be a logical conclusion really, for the two of them to keep you locked away somewhere. They could keep you safe, keep their sweet, bubbly little baby protected from the world. Kirishima and Bakugou would enjoy getting to control you, control your schedule. The two weren’t expecting their meek baby to turn into such a firecracker.
Every time you saw either of the boys, you’d scream and pull at your bound hands, kicking at them if they got too close. You’d spew profanities, calling them nasty names, shrieking your indignation when either of them would come and cuddle you close to their chest. When Kirishima had kissed you for the first time, you had bit him. He was surprised, but also pretty turned on, eyes wide as blood dripped down his chin, taking in the sight of you thrashing in your bonds, his blood staining your lips.
You had bit Bakugou too, when the blonde had untied you so you could use the bathroom and shower the first day they had kidnapped you. It had made him go absolutely feral, and you found yourself pressed up against the wall, breath stolen as he sloppily made out with you, hands wandering and rubbing and squeezing any bit of flesh he could reach. Kirishima had to pull him off, the blonde oblivious to your tears as you screamed at him to stop, tried to kick and bite and scratch anything within reach.
Bakugou loved it when you got feisty, giving him a reason to be just as rough as he felt you up. Kirishima was more negatively affected, trying his best to help you adjust, help you calm down. Nothing he ever did helped. The redhead would cuddle you, a gag in your mouth so you wouldn’t bite, hands strapped into mitts so you couldn’t scratch or rip out chunks of hair. You’d still struggle, but Kiri was just as muscular as Bakugou and had no trouble subduing you, forcing you to accept his gentle affection.
He’d press kisses to your head at every bite of food that he forced into your mouth, holding your mouth shut with one hand and massaging your throat with the other to convince you to swallow. He would love taking care of you, Kiri would just wish you’d love him back.
Either way, both boys have no problem taking what they want from you.
Especially on long days, when they’re keyed up and still hopping with adrenaline from training. They’d be so frustrated with your defiance that the two would decide a lesson in gratefulness is in order, and force you to do what they say, or else.
You were still so cute, so little compared to the two. Nothing you did would ever truly hurt them, no matter how hard you resisted.
