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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Kirishima_Eijirou/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku, Kirishima_Eijirou
  Additional Tags:
      Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Multiple_Orgasms, Praise_Kink, Creampie,
      Spitroasting, Sloppy_Seconds, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Sex, Rimming, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Kink_Meme, Prompt_Fill, Begging, Crying
  Series:
      Part 2 of kiribakudeku_smutverse
  Collections:
      My_Kink_Academia
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-23 Words: 4144
****** sheets beneath my knees ******
by clairesail
Summary
     bnha kink meme fill for the prompt "I want to see Bakugou fucking
     cry.
     Kiri and Deku can take turns fucking him, or sandwich him between
     them and lavish him with attention. Crooning over how good he's
     being, and how well he's doing, all while they get their pleasure
     without letting him cum. Make him cry, make him beg, make him D E S P
     E R A T E."
Notes
     i'm here to sate your kiribakudeku needs.
     since i filled the other prompt i figured this can be seen as a
     sequel to that.
It isn't supposed to happen like this.
Somehow, without Bakugou knowing when, those two fuckers conspired against him.
It all started with a little locker room sex, just a not-well-thought-out idea
Kirishima came up with, to see if all the staring Deku did could actually pan
out to something. And it did. It fucking did pan out.
But then that one time thing? Became two times, then three times, and now
Bakugou is laying spread out flat on his back on Kirishima's bed, with these
fuckers pawing at him like a couple of cats. Deku and Kirishima are kneeling on
either side of him, stroking up and down his chest, tweaking his nipples and
groping his pecs. He wants to tell them to fuck off with their teasing – the
words on the tip of his tongue ready to spill forth – but he has to admit to
himself. The attention is rather nice. And he would have never dreamed having
his chest played with could feel so good.
Kirishima bends down and flattens his tongue against one of his nipples,
lapping at the pink little bud until it stiffens under the touch and Bakugou is
sucking in a breath, trying to keep from moaning. When the redhead sits up he's
smiling, and he cocks his head slightly to admire his work.
“Nice,” Deku murmurs under his breath, his gaze intense as he studies the way
Bakugou twitches under the sensitive touches. If he had his notebook with him,
Bakugou imagines he'd be scribbling away in it right now, the fucking nerd.
But then he bends down and does the same thing to his left nipple that
Kirishima did to his right. He licks and nibbles on it and Bakugou arches his
back, teeth clamped shut to keep any noises from escaping. He's not gonna give
them the satisfaction. Fuck, he didn't even agree to this.
And yet, he doesn't make a move to get up and leave. He's in control, even if
they think otherwise, and his dick is hard now so he's not leaving until they
get him off. That's all they ever do when the three of them get together now,
just suck and jerk each other off. It's not a bad arrangement.
Kirishima's gone back to rubbing the muscles across his chest, fingers pressing
in and flattening as they sweep across, massaging the tension out of them. He'd
overworked his quirk that afternoon and he was a little sore – this feels nice.
“He likes having his pectorals massaged?” Deku asks, but it's more akin to
mumbling to himself than a question.
Kirishima answers. “Yeah. Get his thighs, he likes that too.”
Before Bakugou can protest, Deku is unbuttoning and pulling down his pants,
leaving him only in his underwear with a noticeable erection. But Deku merely
gives it a cursory glance before settling his palms on the tops of his thighs
and pressing down. He moves them in a slow line from the juncture of his pelvis
to the top of his knees, and it pulls a low moan straight from Bakugou's throat
uninhibited. He freezes, feeling his face light up.
“Relax, Kacchan,” Deku coos, nimble fingers pressing in all the right places,
“It's not like we haven't heard you make those noises before.”
And Bakugou wants to blow his stupid nerd face up for getting cocky with him.
If he's heard those noises it's because he let him, but Kirishima bends over
him and presses his lips to his, silencing the words.
The redhead slips his tongue inside his mouth and slides it against his own,
petting and stroking him. Bakugou runs his tongue along the sharp points of his
teeth, savoring the light prickle of pain that shoots through his mouth.
Kirishima's teeth are dangerous – and that's what he likes about them. He nips
at Bakugou's lips, catching them lightly before letting them go and Bakugou
groans, bringing a hand to cradle the back of Kirishima's head, mashing their
faces together rougher.
All the while Deku is massaging his thighs, Bakugou's pants now completely
discarded but underwear still on and tenting proud. Yeah, he's got the biggest
dick out of the three of them, and when Deku's fingers inch closer and closer
to his package, he can practically see his eyes shiny with admiration and hear
his stupid voice whispering “Wow, Kacchan, so cool~”.
Finally Kirishima pulls away from the kiss to discard his shirt, and as he does
so Bakugou looks down his body to see Deku not saying those words with his
mouth, but instead with his expression. And with sure hands he tugs the
waistband of Bakugou's underwear over his erection and down his thighs, sitting
back a little to let Bakugou kick them off the rest of the way.
It's only now Bakugou realizes the problem – he's the only one naked. The other
two idiots are still mostly dressed and are eyeing him up and down like he's
what for dinner. Kirishima's hands are still wandering over his muscles,
squeezing and groping him like a piece of fuckmeat. Normally, this kind of
excessive attention would annoy him. But seeing the utter arousal in the two
boys' eyes makes his heart swell with pride. Fuck yeah, they want him.
But this needs to move the fuck on already, he doesn't have all night. He
pushes Deku's head down towards his crotch, grateful when he feels his warm,
wet mouth kiss the tip. Arching his back, he thrusts his hips into his mouth
and Deku takes the entirety of him into his mouth. Bakugou groans loud and
suddenly another pair of lips are kissing him, eating up every little noise
that escapes his throat as Deku works him over below.
Kirishima pulls away, watches Deku suck him off. “Good job, Midoriya. Take him
deep just like that.” He places a gentle hand on the back of Deku's head,
threading his fingers through his curls and helping push him down on Bakugou's
cock. The sight of someone else forcing Deku's mouth on him – well, he's never
felt so powerful. He feels his mouth stretch into a smug grin and he doesn't
try to smother it.
“You like the taste of my cock?” He taunts, glee bubbling inside in his throat
when Deku nods his consent. “If I had known how good you are at sucking dick
back in middle school I would have got you on your knees a lot sooner.” He
huffs out a laugh, voice dragging through a moan. “At least you're useful for
something.”
Deku glances up at him, mouth stretched around his girth and face burning
bright red. His eyes flash with something indecipherable, and then he's pulling
off.
Bakugou props himself up on his elbows to glare down at him. “I wasn't
finished-!”
Kirishima cuts him off, moving to join Deku down at his waist. “It's OK, I
wanna help him.” And both boys bend down, eyes connected with Bakugou's as they
lick and suck and slobber at his dick.
He's dripping with precum by now, he puts a fist in his mouth to stifle his
cries. It's too much at once for him, seeing these two hot idiots licking him
up and down, mouths meeting around his cock to kiss each other. He's not gonna
last much longer like this.
“Fuck, keep going, I'm gonna come.” He pants out, eyes squeezed shut, breath
hot and heart racing. But as soon as the words leave his lips, the lips leave
his cock. His eyes fly open to see Kirishima and Deku smirking, giving each
other knowing glances.
“What the fuck, I was about to blow my load, idiots!”
“Ahh~” Kirishima sings, stalking forward on hands and knees to plant a chaste
kiss on his lips. “But then the fun would be over, and Midoriya and I would
have to get each other off by ourselves. And that's no good.” He looks to Deku
for confirmation. “Right, Midoriya?”
Deku, the little shit, nods eagerly. If it were just the two of them he
wouldn't be so fucking arrogant, it's only because he has Kirishima there to
back him up does he have the balls to be so brash with Bakugou.
“You know, Midoriya and I have noticed how hard you've been training lately. We
think you should just unwind and let loose tonight.” Kirishima says fondly.
“We'll take care of you, Kacchan.” Midoriya breaths, shaking hands coming up to
rub his thighs some more. Bakugou's cock is throbbing and still shiny with
spit, but he can't complain. Being worshiped doesn't sound so bad.
He nods, biting on his lip. “Yeah, sure. Do whatever you want.”
“Good, good.” And without preamble Kirishima hooks his hands around his waist
and flips him onto his stomach, and pulls his ass up into the air. Bakugou
yelps out his surprise, catching himself with his hands against the mattress.
He burns with indignation and embarrassment; he's not used to being exposed
like this, he's never let Deku look at him this way before. Fingers poke and
prod around his ass cheeks, pulling apart and spreading them. He hears the
clinking of belts being undone, fabric rustling and shifting. He feels moist
breaths drifting across his hole and he spasms involuntarily, hips jerking
away.
A second later a wet muscle slides over the hole and he gasps, tries to pull
away but hands are holding his hips firmly in place. The tongue dances over the
ring of muscle, sending jolts of pleasure through him, making his dick twitch.
From his position he's not sure who's eating him out and who's holding him
still and he's too busy holding back his cries to check, but when the tongue
disappears and he whines, another replaces it – and he realizes they're both
lapping at his hole and he can't hold it back anymore. A moan is wrenched from
him, deep and loud, and he feels someone hum against against his overworked
muscle, vibrating through him.
He knows they promised to take care of him, that the night isn't over, but at
his core he's a selfish boy. Balancing on one hand, Bakugou reaches down to
take his length in hand and stroke himself to completion, but someone is
grabbing his wrist and pulling it away, pinning it to the bed.
“Nuh uh~” Kirishima croons, and joins Deku in laving his asshole. Deku is
sloppily probing his hole with his tongue, spit smeared all between Bakugou's
cheeks. He moans into him when the tip of his tongue breeches the muscle and
Bakugou wobbles, topples over on his face, elbows cradling his shame-reddened
face.
It feels so good, each swipe of a tongue or nibble of teeth make his legs
tremble. Finally he's had too much and he lifts his head, a small puddle of
drool staining the pillow beneath him.
“St-stop,” He moans, but he doesn't say please. Bakugou Katsuki doesn't beg.
The boys relent, however, and the hand holding his wrist down lets him free.
But before he can consider it a victory a finger has replaced the tongues and
is pushing into him, wriggling its way past his clenching muscle and inside of
him.
He cries out, neck craning back to watch. Deku is fingering him with utmost
concentration, his adorable fucking eyebrows pulled together in a frown. Beside
him Kirishima is murmuring in his ear, coaching him and spreading Bakugou's ass
cheeks for him. He catches the redhead's eye and he pokes a tongue out, tracing
his bottom lip. A shudder ripples through Bakugou.
Deku quickly adds a second finger, burying them to the knuckle. He scissors
them, stretching Bakugou's rim. His cock aches to be touched, but Kirishima's
watching him, watching his every move. The fingers slide over a spot inside him
and his hips nearly give out. With a shout he arches his back and chases the
feeling, and the shame from before so far out of mind he doesn't care that he's
fucking himself on Deku's fingers, he wants more – he needs more -
Deku's fingers retract just when the sweet pressure was starting to build, and
Bakugou bites back a whine. He glares over his shoulder and sees Deku lining
himself up.
“Oh, fuck no,” He gasps, but inside he cries 'fuck yes'. “If you think I'm
gonna let you fuck me...”
“It'll be alright, Bakugou.” Kirishima soothes, and runs a flattened palm from
his shoulder blades to his tailbone. “Here, I'll do it, then.” He gently nudges
Deku out of the way and lines his own cock up with Bakugou's entrance. He
notices the wet shine to it; at some point he'd lubed it up without Bakugou
noticing. “It's fine for me to fuck you, right?”
“Fine.” Bakugou grumbles, turning his head away again to avoid the eye contact.
But when he feels Kirishima press into him, past his barrier, he's reminded of
just how thick he is, how much more the stretch is and he's shaking his head,
clamping down on it.
Warm hands rub circles on his back. Deku pets at him, at his cock. “Relax,
Kacchan. He's already almost there. Just a little more.” And dammit, Deku's
voice shouldn't calm him like this, shouldn't make the tension in his back
loosen, shouldn't make Kirishima's cock slide home so easily.
He's filled to the brim with delicious pressure and he spreads his legs to
accommodate the girth. Kirishima holds still for a beat to give him time to
adjust as Deku still rubs at his back, and then he moves.
Bakugou sees stars.
He grits his teeth, fights the urge to clench around it. He knows it's easier
to take if he fucks back on it so he does, rocking his hips back in time to
meet Kirishima's thrusts. Each pass of his cock along the bundle of nerves
inside him fuck out a little noise and with Deku watching him he feels
embarrassed. Bakugou lets his head fall between his arms, body swaying with the
movements.
But then fingers grasp his chin, tilting his head up to meet green eyes. Deku
kisses him, all lips and teeth and tongue fucking into his mouth. He moans,
letting his jaw go slack, and lets Deku explore his mouth. It feels so good, so
hot, even as drool slips out of his mouth and runs down his chin, he can't
think of anything but how good he must look to Deku right now – asshole
stretched around Kirishima's pretty cock, mouth pliant and wet against his.
What he once thought would be humiliating is now turning out to be anything
but. He's fucking proud of how well he's taking this dick. In fact, he can take
more.
“Harder.” He orders, and he feels Kirishima's hips snap roughly against his,
and this is good, this is just what he needs. Bakugou takes hold of his cock to
finish himself off but Deku grabs his wrist, pulls his hand to his chest.
“N-no, Kacchan. Not yet.”
His answering growl is turned into a groan when an especially brutal thrust
makes him lurch forward. Kirishima's fingers dig into his hips, his body curls
around Bakugou. Heat floods Bakugou's insides; he can feel Kirishima's cum
filling him up.
When Kirishima pulls out, cum dribbles out, hot and sticky down his taint. He
winks around the feeling, trying to keep it inside. The bed shifts under him as
Kirishima moves to switch spots with Deku, and Bakugou's cock sways heavy and
hard between his thighs, bright red and neglected. He wants so badly to touch
himself.
“Your turn, Midoriya!” Kirishima announces cheerily as he sits himself at
Bakugou's head, and at this point he's too needy to protest. He allows Deku to
slide in without resistance, the way made effortless with the excess of fluids
filling him up. More cum leaks down his thighs as Deku fucks into him, dries
cold on his shaking legs.
If Kirishima was a quiet lover, Deku is the opposite. Every tiny movement he
makes rips a noise from him. He fucks Bakugou slowly at first, holding onto his
back like he's afraid he'll fall off the face of the earth if he doesn't, nails
digging into his spine, making his back arch.
“Oh, Kacchan~” He whines, seating himself to the base in one thrust. Bakugou
doesn't look back, but he can picture his face: freckles painted over with a
pink flush, curly hair matted against his forehead with sweat, big doe eyes
shiny with unshed tears. God, why the fuck does Deku have to be so, so -
“Kacchan,” He mewls, and fucks into him with abandon. “You feel so, so good,
you feel amazing, so much better than I imagined.”
And fuck if that doesn't push Bakugou right up to the edge again, his cock
dripping with precum and begging to be touched. But every time he reaches for
his dick, every time he wants to orgasm, Kirishima is there holding his hands
down on the bed, whispering in his ear, “what a good boy you are, you're doing
so well, you're taking Midoriya like a champ, you're taking such good care of
us.”
And Bakugou wants to scream – isn't quite sure he's not screaming – what about
him, what about what he needs? Lips brush against the shell of his ear, hot
breath puffs against his skin. A ripple of pleasure courses through him.
Kirishima's voice is low in his ear. “That's not how you ask nicely.”
Bakugou's answering moan is sharp and loud, cut short when he feels Deku's hips
stutter against him, spilling his seed deep inside. It pushes some more out and
he feels it drip down his taint and coat his balls, and when Deku pulls out of
his overworked hole a gush of it leaks out uninhibited.
“Wow, Kacchan,” Deku says, sighing behind him, and Bakugou feels his fingers
swirl some of the fluids sticking to his thighs. “You're incredible.” He's
breathless, panting, like he's just run a marathon, and Bakugou's cock throbs
at the sound.
And Bakugou wants to scream at him, wants to fight back. He can't be talked to
like this, he can't just let Kirishima pet at his hair in appeasement, he can't
sit here on his hands and knees and watch Kirishima's dick grow hard again
under his stare. But more than any of that, he just wants to fucking come. He
can't stop any of this from happening – doesn't want to stop it – until he gets
off.
“Please,” He chokes out barely above a whisper, legs still trembling. “Fucking
– touch me."
“Hmm.” Kirishima taps a finger to his chin, pretending to think. “But I'm ready
for round two.”
Bakugou bites down on his lip, swallowing the sob threatening to break through.
The pressure building in his groin, the sweet, sweet ache – it's right there.
All he'll need is a touch, it's all he wants. But Kirishima pins his wrists in
his grip, using his quirk to harden his hands into jagged shackles until Deku
comes around and takes his place by Bakugou's head. Kirishima maneuvers around
to Bakugou's rear where it's still sticking up in the air, cum slowly dribbling
out. The feeling makes him shiver, and the anticipation of Kirishima filling
him up again makes him twitch, tremble all over. His cock weeps more pre when
he feels Kirishima's dick nudge at his hole for the second time that night.
There's no drag at all when he enters and Bakugou's ass is so sloppy it fills
the room with a squelching sound when he glides in to the hilt, bottoming out
in the first push. Kirishima wastes no time in driving into him, nudging and
pressing into Bakugou's sensitive bundle of nerves over and over and over
again. Bakugou cries out with each spark, jaw dropped and drool stringing down
his chin. His eyes are shut tight, focusing on the feeling of being fucked
beyond his limit, focusing his entire being on trying to fall over the border
that keeps escaping him.
Two fingers stroke up his chin, collecting the spit and pushing them back into
Bakugou's mouth. He sucks on the digits without thinking, only roughly aware
they're Deku's fingers. They push down on his tongue, slip to the back of his
throat, too far. He gags around the intrusion and coughs, the fingers retreat
and he hears Deku loose a shaky breath. But still, he keeps his eyes shut, too
ashamed to open them and see the look on Deku's face.
He likes this. He shouldn't.
Kirishima falls onto him and a warm, rough hand grips his cock, pumping it
slowly, squeezing too hard. Bakugou bucks, hips jerking, seeking more.
“Yes!” He shouts, voice dangerously close to a sob, “Yes, yes! Please-” His
voice breaks, and with it his face burns. He sounds so fucking weak, but he
doesn't hate it. “Please!”
The hand works harder, the cock in his ass thrusting shallowly, but then
there's another hand on Bakugou's dick, stilling the first.
“W-wait, Kirishima. Let me um- I wanna try something first?”
Something wet drips down Bakugou's cheeks, and a strangled, broken sob erupts
through the room. With shock he realizes it's him – and he's crying, unable to
hold the tears back any longer. He's sobbing in front of Kirishima and Deku,
crying like a little bitch because he's not allowed to come.
A hand touches his cheek gently, cupping his jaw reassuring. He jerks away of
the touch, but he hears Deku shushing him in a soothing voice.
“Just a little longer, OK? You can do it, Kacchan. You're so strong.”
And it actually makes him feel better, if only a little, and he clenches his
teeth to hold back another sob when he feels Kirishima begin to move in him
again. Something hot and musky presses against his lips, and he cracks his eyes
open to see Deku's cock – damp and sticky with cum – held in front of his face.
He locks eyes with Deku.
“Please, Kacchan?” He asks timidly. “Only you can make me feel this good.”
And fuck, if that doesn't give him some sort of twisted pride. He knows he
should find this all degrading, being fucked over and over without being
allowed to come himself, being used like some kind of sex toy, Deku of all
people seeing him like this – but, he can't. If anything, all the thoughts
swirling in his head as he takes Deku into his mouth, they all come back to how
fucking hot this is.
He sucks Deku's cock, brushing his tongue along the underside of his shaft and
he hums, eyes still locked on Deku's, watching as he whines and bites his lower
lip. He threads his fingers through Bakugou's hair, gentle and considerate as
Bakugou swallows him whole.
The hips slapping against his ass start to grind into him, Kirishima grunts,
calling out Bakugou's name. He feels more wet heat fill him up and he groans
around Deku's length, spit smearing around his face. The cock in his mouth
starts to fuck his face, fingers in his hair twisting around his locks to hold
him still. Kirishima slips out of him and another splatter of cum escapes and
drenches the inside of his thighs.
Then Kirishima's hand fists around his cock, stroking him forcefully and rough
and tears prick at Bakugou's eyes, spilling over again. Deku gives one final
thrust and comes, spurting hot on his tongue and down his throat. Bakugou
drinks it all down, too consumed with his own budding orgasm to care about
trivial things like pride and self-respect. It burns white-hot in his gut,
twisting and knotting and building until his balls tighten and he's spilling
himself in throbbing jets so intense they're almost painful.
Someone's screaming, crying out both Deku and Kirishima's name, but Bakugou
can't believe it's him, the voice too fucked raw and weeping to be his. No,
he'd never make a sound like that.
His mind is a jumble and he collapses onto his stomach, chest heaving. He can't
think, but that's fine – if he could, he'd probably be embarrassed. Hands rub
the back of his neck and his ass cheeks, a finger prods at his oversensitive
hole, the nerves in his rim making him spasm at the touch. A shiver ripples
through him and he shifts, barely able to lift his head up. Deku smiles down at
him.
Kirishima's heavy body falls on top of his, forcing the air out of his lungs.
Bakugou elbows at him weakly, too tired to really fight. He feels Kirishima's
smile on his cheek, kissing him before rolling off to lay beside him and Deku.
“Didn't I say we'd take care of you?”
Bakugou blinks, nods slowly.
“I'm so fucking...” Blissed out, fucked out, coming down from the best orgasm
of my life. “...sticky.”
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