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Eyes on Me (2)

You can find part one, here!

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Reader, Bakugou Katsuki x Reader (hints at KiriBaku ?)

Warnings: 18+, Threesome, cursing, vouyerism, dirty talk, spanking, face fucking

Summary: Looks like you might have bitten off more than you can chew after teasing Bakugou in a facetime call with Kirishima.

Tagging: @lady-bakuhoe b/c Jo was the source of inspiration for this whole fic and @katsukisprincess b/c she wanted some new stories to read (please ignore if this isn’t your cup of tea 🥺)

Word Count: 3.4k

Carmine eyes watched as you nervously checked the time on your phone once again, fidgeting with your clothing inhabit as you waited with bated breath for Bakugou’s arrival. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t anticipating his arrival as well, the idea of finally inviting his best friend to join you for a night of passion was too irresistible. It was something he thought about more often than he cared to admit, but he didn’t dare bring it up to you in fear of scaring you off. However, a couple of drinks into your annual date night and you were spewing about how you thought Bakugou was pretty attractive and wouldn’t mind him joining in every now and then. Of course, you rushed to assure your lover that you had eyes for him only, but there was nothing to be afraid of, not when he shared the same sentiment. Bakugou held a special place in his heart and he was quite relieved that you two got along so well, enough that it led to this very moment. Kirishima was aware of the longing gaze his friend directed at you and how sometimes his gaze lingered a little too long on your curves or the length of your legs, not thinking much of it because you were very attractive. It wasn’t until he stumbled upon him late one night, his bedroom door closed and locked, but it didn’t muffle his breathless moans of your name from spewing out of his lips. He should have been appalled, mad or offended even, but instead, he felt white heat stirring in his abdomen at the thought of Bakugou getting off to the thought of his girlfriend. And now that he knew your feelings on the matter? It was no question at all, he had to convince his friend to spend the night together with you.

“Do you really think he’ll show up? I mean, this was all rather sudden for him.” You worried your lip between your teeth, an anxious expression on your face as you turned your attention to Kirishima who only flashed you a gentle smile. He stalked over, hands resting on your waist to draw you closer.

“I don’t think he’d pass up a chance like this, he’s been wanting this for a long time,” A brow arched at this, confusion muddling your features. What did he mean by that? “You mean you didn’t notice the looks he was giving you? I’m not the most observant guy, but even I saw it.” You were surprised, this was certainly news to you. At times, Bakugou was hard to read in between his brash attitude and hardened words, only thinking that he saw you as little more than a friend.

You drew a deep breath. “And you’re sure you’re okay with this?”

“I wouldn’t have said yes if I wasn’t. If there’s ever a time when you are uncomfortable, just let me know and we’ll stop, Princess.” There was a certain reassurance in his gaze that had the tension slowly leaving your body, only to be replaced by nervous excitement by the ding from Kirishima’s phone. He grabbed it, smirk drawing at his lips. “He’s here.”

Bakugou barely had a moment to collect his thoughts before the door swung open to reveal Kirishima’s trademark smile and your bashful expressions, cheeks flushed warmly at what was to come. He grunted in greeting before entering the all-too-familiar apartment, shrugging off his jacket and shoes to get more comfortable. For once, he was at a bit of a loss. How was he supposed to act in a situation like this? Were they going to get straight down to business or-

“We’re really glad you could make it, y/n was actually afraid you weren’t gonna show up.” Your mouth fell open, nudging your boyfriend in the side. He made his way to the fridge, grabbing a beer and offering it to Bakugou. You all needed a little something to loosen up, the tension was far too fragile and you didn’t want to mess it up.

The blonde sighed as the alcohol cascaded down his throat, he could feel himself relaxing a little. His attention strayed to you, your own drink perched at your lips but never drinking it. Instead, you were fixated on the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed each sip, your body suddenly feeling unmistakably hot at the simple motion. Bakugou smirked at that, a devilish look covering his features. Kirishima watched with delighted interest, enjoying the way you squirmed underneath his attention. The redhead moved towards the couch, patting the spot next to him and you happily perched in your place, Bakugou settling in the armchair angled to the side of you.

“Guess we need to set a few ground rules before we get started. Most importantly, if any of us ever feels uncomfortable with something, we stop right away, no arguments,” Each of you nodded your heads in agreement. “She’s on the pill so she doesn’t mind if you don’t use a condom, just don’t cum inside of her.” Your thighs pressed together subtly in an attempt to hide how you were feeling. There was no denying that you kind of wanted to know how it felt to be filled up by him, in more ways than one.

Bakugou listened intently, having no issue with any of the rules laid out before him. Both men noticed your obvious movements, your skin flushed and the room becoming a little too warm with them both focused on you. Please, you wanted to beg, someone make a move, do anything. You wanted to feel their rough hands on your body, their lips marking your skin as their own as they ravaged your heat-riddled body.

“Go sit on Bakugou’s lap, Princess.” Your body obeyed without questions, legs shakily making their way forward until you stood in front of him, dressed in little more than one of Kirishima’s old shirts and panties. The man groaned at the sight, your nipples poking through the thin fabric and legs on display. You did this on purpose, all for him. His hands reached out to grab your waist, wetting his lips as you straddled his waist, legs on either side as you settled your weight on him. He cursed at the feeling of you pressing into his groin, cock growing hard as you experimentally dipped your hips. Kirishima watched with rapt attention as you leaned down, looking at Bakugou from beneath full lashes before gently pressing your lips together.

It started of slowly, Bakugou’s tongue gently tracing the seam of your lips before dipping in, grunting as yours met his in a sensual dance. Fuck, he dreamt about this for a long time. To finally feel your plush lips against his as your hips experimentally bucked into his was a fantasy becoming reality. There was no other sound in the room except for your lips sucking against one another and Kirishima shifting against the couch, lip between his teeth. You broke for air, a thin string of saliva connecting you as you panted, eyes unfocused as you grounded against Bakugou’s hard length. “Fu-fuck, that feels so good.” You whimpered, burying your head into his neck. Kirishima met Bakugou’s gaze, smirking as his friend seemed to lose himself to your mindless grinding.

“Why don’t you show him how good he’s making you feel?” Bakugou didn’t tear his eyes away from yours as your hand gripped his own, dragging it down the length of your bodies to rest between your legs. With your hand on top of his, he could feel how wet you were, practically dripping as he felt how damp your panties were.

“You weren’t fucking kidding, huh? She really is a little slut.” A heady sigh escaped your throat at that, nodding rapidly as you urged his fingers to stroke you through the fabric. Kirishima grunted, palming his length through his sweatpants as he watched his friend stroke your folds, he could practically smell your heady arousal from here, all worked up at the thought of them fucking you. “I wanna taste her.” This was directed towards your boyfriend who gave him a knowing smile. You glanced over your shoulder towards your lover you beckoned you over, and you almost whimpered at the loss of heat from the blonde’s fingers. You tucked yourself against his broad chest, his calloused hands coming to spread your thighs open, similar to that one night, lips suckling at your exposed neck. Your ass pressed taught into his crotch, relishing in the hardness that poked at your lower back. The cord within you was wound too tightly and you wanted to feel something, anything.

Bakugou found his way over, dropping to his knees in front of you, grinning at the desperate expression on your face. He gripped the waistband of your panties, dragging them down and throwing them over his shoulder as he stared at your glistening lips. “Doesn’t she have a pretty pussy, Bakugou?” And he was right, you looked gorgeous being bared to him in all your glory, leaking slick and your clit swollen, yearning for attention. He grunted in agreement, dragging a finger against your folds earning him a shriek of delight at the motion. Kirishima clamped down on your thighs, his sultry voice in your ear. “Be a good girl for Bakugou and let him eat you out properly.”

One small taste was all the encouragement Bakugou needed before he delved between your thighs, tongue trailing from your clit to your hole before burying itself inside. Keening moans tore from your throat at the sensation, fingers reaching down to tangle in his bright locks and pull him in closer. Your hips rolled sensually, Bakugou’s name a chant on your lips as he ate you like a man starved. Something in Kirishima’s belly stirred at watching his best friend on his knees in front of you, drawing out the most delightful sounds from your lungs. He never knew how immensely turned on he’d be by the sight, and the thought almost scared him.

He couldn’t get enough of your smell, of your taste, or the way your walls clenched around him as he eased a finger inside. You were so damn tight and he felt his dick pulse at the thought of being buried in those velvety walls of yours. He wanted to hear you cry out his name while you choked on your lover’s cock. Bakugou was in too deep and he knew it. He focused on your clit, suckling at the nerves while his finger searched for that spongy spot.

“Ooh, Bakugou!” There it was. All his efforts were focused on that spot, working to unravel you as fast as he could.

“There you go, baby. You’re almost there, Bakugou’s tongue feels good huh?” You whimpered affirmation, nothing but mindless babble leaving your lips as you could only focus on his tongue. You pulled his face flushed to your cunt, back arching as he furiously suckled on your clit.

“Fucking come in my mouth, I wanna feel you release all over me.” It was almost as if dirty talk was the key to your orgasm, your nerves setting alight as you cried out, Kirishima whispering hushed praises into your ear as Bakugou helped you ride out your high, walls fluttering around his fingers as you felt each little wave. The men watched as your chest heaved, eyes darkening at the blissed-out look in your eyes as you smiled, begging for more. You wanted more? They’d give it to you. With little effort, Kirishima lifted you into his arms, Bakugou trailing behind him as they made their way to the bedroom, depositing your spent body on the cool sheets as you gazed at them expectantly.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer,” Tugging off your shirt and panties, you were left exposed to their hungry gaze, Bakugou’s gaze trailing along your curves and the swell of your breasts before settling on your ass. “I wanna feel you inside me, both of you.” You pouted and the men shared a look.

“You gotta tell us what you want sweetheart, or we won’t know.”

Your cheeks burned as you looked between your boyfriend and friend, not wanting to put your desires into words. Your eyes locked onto Kirishima. “I want you to take my mouth.” He wasn’t sure how, but that shy expression your face made you look adorable despite saying you wanted him to face-fuck you. Bakugou’s breath hitched as your darkened eyes finally focused on him. “And you have my p-pussy.” You were embarrassed, but it was worth seeing their cock’s strain in their pants, eager to make themselves home in your waiting caverns.

You perched yourself on your hands and knees, pressing open-mouthed kisses on Kirishima’s pants. He removed his shirt, his broad chest and firm abdomen on display for all to see, watching as you mouthed at his length. Bakugou gulped audibly, his shirt and pants also disappearing until he was left bare. Your ministrations paused briefly, eyes widening as you gazed at his hard cock in person. Oh hell. He wasn’t as long as your boyfriend, but he was thick, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to wrap your hands around it even if you tried. A cocky smirk tugged at his lips at your dumbfounded expression, tugging at his length, tracking your tongue as it darted to wet your lips.

“She’s been wanting this for a while, you know?” Kirishima mentioned, eyes softening at your flushed cheeks, looking away quickly. It was a surprise to hear that you wanted the same thing as he did, he was absolutely certain that Kirishima was the only person you’d share a bed with. It made his blood rush to think that maybe you’d touched yourself to the thought of him before. “Don’t be shy now, Princess. We promise we’re going to fuck you real good.” You whimpered audibly, begging for them to finally fill you up.

Bakugou didn’t hesitate in dragging your hips back, rubbing his length along your folds to coat him in your essence. You turned back to Kirishima, momentary bashfulness forgotten as you placed teasing kissing on the tip of his cock, tongue peeking out to trail along the head before suckling him into your mouth. The breath rushed from his mouth as you hollowed your cheeks, drawing him out before taking him further and further in. Cursing, Bakugou lined himself up, slowly pushing himself in, inch by inch. You sputtered, nearly choking on Kirishima’s cock as you felt yourself being nearly split open. “You’re so big, fuck he’s so big. I ca-can’t…” The air left your lungs and Bakugou paused for a moment, leaning down to kiss along your spine, whispering about how good of a girl you were, taking each inch of his fat cock.

You’d always felt full whenever your boyfriend fucked you, but there was something about having to cocks in both holes that left you winded. He inched in further until his length finally bottomed out, the blonde panting with exertion above you as your pussy held him in a vice-like grip. “How the hell does she stay so tight?” He grunted, watching as Kirishima’s face swelled with what looked like pride, his fingers petting your head gently as you adjusted his size. Bakugou thought he was joking when mentioned how tight you were one night, he was learning a lot about you tonight.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, pushing your hips back, clenching down on Bakugou. He listened to your silent please, dragging his cock out before slamming back into you with fervour. Kirishima tapped the head of his shaft against your lips, mouth opening obediently as he eased his way into your mouth, the tip brushing your throat. You moaned around him, his eyes rolling back as you moved along him with each thrust Bakugou gave. He’d admit it, openly too, that he would engrain the image of his best friend fucking into you, teeth clench as you squeezed against him. You were delirious with pleasure, breasts bouncing, his balls papping against your ass. Both of you looked so good.

What you couldn’t reach with your mouth, you touched with your hand, pumping the base of Kiri’s cock in your hand. You were so full and all you could think about was the drag of Bakugou’s fat cock in your pussy and Kirishima down your throat. The blonde leaned back, eyes watching each precarious jiggle of your ass with each thrust, a hand coming down to slap at the globes of flesh. He nearly came right then and there when you suddenly tightening against him, drool leaving your mouth as your eyes rolled back.

“What a good little slut, taking both our cocks like this. Fuck, you feel so good, keep tightening around me, just like that.” Bakugou’s praises were like music to your ears, delighted that you were able to satisfy both of the men in your life. Kirishima smiled, twisting your hair in his fingers as he took control, fucking into your mouth. You were compliant and eager to please, like Daddy’s good princess.

You could feel the string pulling taught in your body, all the emotions and sensations you were felling were too much. With each sting to your ass and the ache of your jaw, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Bakugou groaned, not knowing it was even possible to be tighter, your walls sucking his cock further in. You were so fucking beautiful like this, with sweat-slicked skin and mouth stuffed. A finger dipped down between your thighs, fingers pinching and pulling at your sensitive bud. “Come on baby, come for us. I wanna feel you clench my cock as you come.”

“Let Bakugou feel how good your, pussy milks him.” It was too much, far too much. You pulled away from Kirishima, panting as your muscles locked in place, thighs shaking as you felt your second orgasm wash over you. Your heat fluttered and squeezed Bakugou for everything he was worth, he struggled to hold himself together just long enough to pull out. You heard your lover’s voice pitch in a deep groan before he found your mouth once more, his release spilling into your waiting cavern. Bakugou breathed shallowly, slowly pumping his hips before pulling out, hand furiously wrapping itself around his cock as he spilled himself onto your back, relishing in the sight of marking you.

The muscles in your legs gave out, body pitching forward as you greedily gulped for air. Kirishima placed a loving kiss on the crown of your head before heading towards the bathroom, returning with a towel for you and Bakugou. They cleaned you carefully, making sure to wipe every trace of cum from your body before returning to your side. Bakugou fidgeted, unsure of whether he should go or not. His friend must have sensed his sudden anxiety, gesturing to the other side of you as he rolled your body over, brushing sweaty strands from your face. “Want some water or a bath?” You shook your head, wanting nothing more than to rest for a bit.

“Mm, I’m okay, thank you.” Voice hoarse, your eyes fluttered open to meet Kirishima’s, smiling gently at him. You traced your fingers along his in a gentle gesture before meeting Bakugou’s who felt a little out of place. “I’m glad you came over tonight, I wasn’t sure if you were going to come.”

He scoffed at that, an uncharacteristic pink staining his cheeks. He wanted this, more than you’d ever know. “As if I was going to refuse a challenge for Shitty Hair.” You laughed at this, of course, he saw it as a challenge from him, but you knew that he enjoyed himself nonetheless. A comfortable silence settled among you, none seeming to want to break the atmosphere that enveloped the three of you, content with just basking in one’s company.

Finally, Kirishima audibly cleared his throat before saying something that shocked both you and Bakugou. “I was thinking that maybe next time, you could try taking us both, Princess. Whaddya say?” Such an innocent face should not be saying such vulgar things. You felt your body flushed, mind stuttering as you fought to comprehend the implication behind his words.

Bakugou found your gaze, eyes widening for a fraction as you both seemed to catch on. There was going to be a next time?

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