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illegal-spiegel · 2 years

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Late Night Workout

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader x Eijirou Kirishima

Genre: smut, fluff if you squint

Warnings: threesome (kinda? Idk they take turns with you lmao), degradation, praise, dry humping, teasing, like one spank I think, implied masturbation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, Kiri loses control for a moment (in a good way), uh I think that’s it-

Summary: The three of you sneak into your regular gym to work out after hours only to get locked inside. Surely there’s a way for you three to pass the time?

WC: 5.2k words

1k followers event - 42. “Here, you look cold.” 52. “Were you watching me?” 78. “Guess we’re going to be here for a while…”

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“Hurry up, guys!” Kiri shouts, turning to look over his shoulder at you and Bakugou.

“Shut up, dumbass. Someone will hear you,” Bakugou snaps, lightly grabbing your arm to speed you two up. Kiri’s cheeks get a little pink as he sheepishly smiles at you two while he waits for you to catch up.

“Sorry,” he whispers. You giggle and loop your arm through his when you reach him, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry about it. Bakubro is just nervous.”

“Don’t call me that, shithead.”

“Well, I’m excited!” Kiri softly cheers, bumping his hip with yours. You hum and bump him right back, letting the two boys lead the way.

“Here, you look cold.”

You stop when Kiri stops, your eyes widening a bit when he tugs his hoodie off and brings his shirt up with it. You quickly advert your eyes, finding Bakugou has stopped to watch the two of you.

“No, that’s okay. I don’t nee-”

“I can see the goosebumps on you,” he teases after pulling the material over his head, offering the hoodie–which happens to be the one you got him for his birthday–to you. You smile sheepishly as you take it, pulling the blue material over your head and humming at how warm it is.

“Thanks, Kiri,” you say softly, watching his smile widen at your words.

“Don’t mention it,” he says as he takes ahold of your hand and leads you over to Bakugou. You now loop your arm through Bakugou’s and bite back a smile when he acts annoyed by it but tugs you closer to him nonetheless.

When you reach your destination, you all grin widely (Bakugou more so smirks). “Okay, we have to be quick,” you whisper, starting to head for the door, “Onizuka should be doing his final rounds right now.”

“Remind me again why we can’t come to the gym during the gym’s hours like normal people?” Bakugou asks with a sigh, watching you sneak around.

“Because that bitch Rosalia thinks she’s so much better than me and she always comes to the gym when she knows I’ll be there. She’s always trying to compete with me and follows me around the entire time,” you groan.

“Right. And we are here because…” Bakugou grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Because you’re supportive friends. You know she has a crush on you both. So, with you not being there either, she can eat my dick. Plus I need someone to spot me,” you conclude your explanation as you creak the door open. Bakuogu snorts at your lovely explanation and follows you inside the building.

“I still think this is overkill.”

“I’m here for you, (Y/n)!” Kiri whisper-shouts, giving you an air pump.

“Thank you!”

With that said, you three sneak inside the building and move your way toward the locker rooms. You make sure to avoid Onizuka, and once you’re sure he’s gone, you all (read: you and Kirishima) cheer. “Sweet, we’re in! Let’s get ready!”

Bakugou grunts and walks away from you both to go into the guys’ locker room. Kiri gives you a thumbs up before following him inside. You walk into the girls’ locker room and start undressing, pulling on your leggings and sports bra. Hero training, especially pro hero training, can be hard stuff, but you have to say, you’re happy with how it makes your body look. You’re hard in all the right places and soft in the important ones.

After getting changed, you come out to find the boys waiting for you. “Well, let’s get going,” you say with a smile before jogging into the gym area. You completely miss how their eyes are roaming your newly exposed skin.

You three workout on and off for about two hours, just letting yourselves feel the burn and work up a good sweat. After doing some cooldown exercises, you three call it a night. “We’ll meet you outside, yeah?” Kiri asks as he runs a towel over his hair. He wore it down today, and with how much he’s sweating, you can’t help but think he looks delectable.

“Yeah,” you agree, quickly looking away from him and downing some of your water. You then head inside the girls’ locker room, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. Your heart is just still going fast from your workout is all. Yeah, that’s all it is.

You decide to take a quick shower, figuring that the cool water will feel nice on your overly hot skin. It doesn’t really do you much good though since you end up touching yourself anyway…

After letting the water rush over you for a few minutes once you’re done with your fun, you hop out and wrap a towel around your body. You hum to yourself as you walk over to your locker, swaying your hips a bit as you pull out your clothes. Just as you finish tugging on your underwear, you hear a throat clear behind you. You spin around to find Kirishima with a red face and Bakugou with a smirk on his.

“Guys! What are you doing in here?” You grab Kiri’s hoodie and press it to your chest to hide your body from them. You’re in your bra and panties, so it could be worse, but you’re not exactly decent. Remembering who your best friends are, you gasp and playfully squint your eyes at them. “Were you watching me?” you ask in a teasing tone, knowing they wouldn’t actually do such a thing and act like creepers.

“No! No, of course not, (Y/n)! We just came to tell you…” You raise a brow when Kirishima suddenly trails off.

“Tell me what?” you ask, picking your towel up with your free hand to run it through your hair.

“The doors are locked,” Bakugou finishes for him. Your brow raises higher as you toss your towel onto the bench in front of you, your free hand resting on your hip now.

“Uh, yeah, I know,” you reply with a small snort and roll of your eyes. Does he think you’re a moron?

“No. They’re locked from the outside. We can’t get out without a key,” Bakugou explains, crossing his arms over his chest as he squints his eyes at you.

“Oh…” your voice falters, your arm falling down by your side. Yeah, maybe you are a moron.

“Yeah…” Kirishima mumbles, rubbing his arms sheepishly. You sigh and close your eyes, placing your hand onto your forehead as you try to think. “Guess we’re going to be here for a while…”

“God, I am so sorry, guys. I shouldn’t have roped you into my shenanigans,” you mumble, feeling guilty. Your hand holding Kiri’s hoodie scrunches the material, the hoodie shifting to reveal more of your skin when you do so.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, (Y/n). You had no way of knowing. Besides, we can probably find a window or something,” Kiri reassures as he walks over to you. He goes to place a hand on your shoulder before remembering that you’re not exactly wearing much. You blush at this as well and tug his hoodie closer to yourself with both hands.

“We’d probably set off alarms if we touched any of the windows,” Bakugou advises, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning his weight onto one foot.

“I’m really sorry, guys…” you mumble again, looking at the ground in shame.

“Hey, I already said not to worry about it. We aren’t mad.”

“Speak for yourself,” Bakuogu pipes up with a scoff, starting to walk towards you both. You look up at him with big eyes, reminding him of an innocent, little bunny.

“Bakug-” Kiri starts warningly, but Bakugou just cuts him off.

“That just means you’ll have to make it up to us, sweetcheeks,” Bakugou finishes, a sinister smirk appearing on his face at that moment. Your brows knit together as you try to guess what he means, worriedly glancing at Kiri only to find him looking just as confused as you.

“C’mon, man. She doesn’t owe us anything.”

“Oh, I think she does,” he argues as he stops right in front of you, making you gulp.

“What do you want?” you stutter out, nervously staring up into those pools of fire.

Bakugou looks up towards the ceiling as he places his hands on his hips again, seeming to think about your question. “How about…” he starts, bringing his head back up to look down at you. You jump and drop the hoodie to the floor when he suddenly surges forward, his hand slamming onto the locker by your head. You press yourself back against the cold metal, goosebumps raising from your bare skin touching the cool lockers. “You get down on your knees and make it up to me?” he coos menacingly.

You gasp and feel your eyes widen tenfold, your throat bobbing as you swallow. He doesn’t mean…

“Bakugou…” Kiri mumbles, bringing the blond’s gaze to his best friend.

“What?” he asks in a bored tone, lazily looking over to the shorter male.

“We talked about this…”

“Did we?” he asks at the same time you ask, “You did?”

“Yes…” Kiri mumbles awkwardly, a flaring red blush coming to his face as he awkwardly looks between you two.

“Mm, too bad I don’t recall,” he purrs as he turns to look back at you.

“No. What did you two talk about?” you demand. Bakugou raises a brow at the assertive change in your demeanor, a corner of his mouth twitching.

“You really wanna know?” he purrs, looking at you up and down. This is when you realize you dropped the hoodie you were clutching to you earlier and you’re practically naked. Though, with the way he’s looking at you, you don’t think you really mind.

“Obviously,” you snap, clenching your jaw as you determinedly stare up at him. He only smirks at you, as if you were nothing more than a puppy growling and trying to make itself look bigger.

“Should I tell her or would you like to do the honors?” Bakugou speaks up, never taking his eyes away from yours. You, however, bring your gaze over Bakugou’s shoulder to a very embarrassed and flustered Kirishima.

“Uh…” Kiri starts, seemingly at a loss for words. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so red.

“We had a little competition going on to see who could win you over,” Bakugou confesses, not hesitating for a second. He doesn’t even seem ashamed or embarrassed. Not even a little.

Your jaw completely drops open at this, looking between the two to see if he was joking. From the way Bakugou is cockily smirking and Kiri looking like he wants the floor to swallow him whole, you figure he must be telling the truth.

“Excuse me?” you find yourself saying, gaping at them. You’re not necessarily mad, but you’re not just going to accept this mind-blowing information either.

“No. It wasn’t a competition necessarily,” he stutters out, stepping closer to the two of you, “We’re so sorry, (Y/n). We-”

“Speak for yourself. I’m not sorry at all.”

You scoff and bring your eyes back to Bakugou, finding him relaxed and cool as ever. You defyingly tilt your head up at him, crossing your arms over your chest. This, of course, causes your breasts to squish together and both of their eyes flicker down at the action. Your lips twitch with the threat of breaking your angry expression with a smirk. Honestly, you’re not angry at all. If anything, your stomach is swirling with excitement and desire.

“Well, you should be. I’m not a trophy you can compete for. I’m a person,” you sass, squinting your eyes at him. He doesn’t falter at all though, continuing to stare you down with that stupid cocky expression.

“Oh yeah?” he challenges, tilting his head to the side as he brings his face closer to yours.

“Yeah,” you respond confidently. Well, you think you sound confident but by the way Bakugou reacts to you, you must’ve sounded like a scared chipmunk.

“Oh. That’s interesting coming from the person who eyes us like we’re two slabs of meat for your pleasure and enjoyment.” Oh shit. Were you that obvious?

Your surprised, wide-eyed look makes Bakugou chuckle lowly, his body pressing closer and slotting one of his legs between your own.

“I…I don’t do that,” you lie, no longer making eye contact with either of them. Bakugou laughs, actually laughs, at this.

“Right. So I guess it was just my imagination when Kiri gave you his hoodie earlier, you were slobbering over his abs when his shirt slipped up a bit.” You gasp and look up at him in shock, your eyes looking over to Kirishima. He seems just as surprised as you though. That’s good at least. You weren’t too obvious if he didn’t even realize. Then again, Kiri can be oblivious to things like that. Just last week this woman he saved was practically slobbering all over him and trying to ask him out on a date. He was completely unaware and just told her to have a nice day. The thing was, she still swooned over him despite getting shot down (though unintentional). All he has to do is smile and no one can stay mad at him. Hell, even Bakugou falls victim to that.

Bakugou just happens to be an overly observant prick, got it.

“Yes, it was,” you deny, your hands squeezing your upper arms crossed over your chest.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm, guess I have an overly wild imagination since I could’ve sworn you were looking at my ass while I was doing squats,” he teases, his smirk still ever-present.

“Nope,” you further deny. Your cheeks aren’t the only thing that’s warm. Your whole body feels like it’s an inferno.

You gasp when he suddenly grabs your hips and makes you grind down on his leg. “What are you doing?” you shout. You make absolutely no move to get away from him though. And he notices this.

“You clearly aren’t going to confess on your own, so I’m going to force it out of you.” You tremble against him as he keeps rubbing his thigh against your pussy. You start moving on your own accord, grinding against his muscular leg as you bite your lip.

“Bakugou…” Kiri says softly, entranced by the way your body is moving. The blond turns to look at his best friend over his shoulder, his smirk turning into an arrogant grin.

“Why so quiet? I almost forgot you were there,” he teases. Kiri crosses his arms over his chest, whether that be because he doesn't appreciate the teasing or it’s his way of protecting himself from the embarrassment, you don’t know.

“C’mere,” he suddenly demands, reaching his arm back towards his friend. Kiri audibly gulps as he takes the last few steps forward to reach you both. Bakugou loosely wraps his arm around Kiri’s shoulder and presses him into his side. “Kiss her,” he whispers into his ear. Kirishima gasps and turns his head to look at the older man.

“What?” he asks, shock written all over his face.

“Yeah, do it,” he commands. Kiri starts shaking his head, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“This isn’t ri-”

“Look at her,” he interrupts, pushing Kiri’s cheek with his fingers to bring his head towards you. Kiri finally looks at you and feels his cock twitch in his pants. You’re flushed now from all the moving you’re doing. You’re trembling as you search for release against Bakugou’s pants.

You look hot.

“She likes it. She likes us,” he reassures his best friend. “Isn’t that right, princess?” he suddenly asks you, turning to look at you once more. When you don’t respond, he squeezes your hips hard and makes you come to a stop. You whine and wiggle your hips, trying to break free to continue. “I asked you a question,” he says lowly, uncaring that you’re whining and trying to finish what he started.

“Yes. Yes, please. I wanna cum,” you beg, looking up at them both with pleading eyes. Bakugou hums and turns to look at the redhead.

“What do you think, Eijirou? Should we let her cum?” Kirishima gulps once more and you watch the way his adam’s apple bobs at the action.

“Yeah…” he mumbles, his eyes roaming your bare skin and stopping on your panties that are very obviously drenched. Wow, you really like this, huh?

“Yeah?” Bakugou asks, tilting his head.

“Yeah,” Kiri confirms, biting his lip with his sharp teeth.

“Hm…” Bakugou hums, looking you over in consideration. “I don’t think the little liar deserves it,” he decides. He lets you go and takes a step back. You whine and slump against the lockers, feeling close to tears. Who would’ve known Bakugou was such a big tease?

“Please,” you beg, looking between each of them.

“Admit that you’re always staring at us then,” Bakugou decides with a shrug. This has you pausing. What little pride you have left wants to refuse, but ultimately your body overrules your pride.

“Okay, yes. I check you out a lot. You do the same thing to me though,” you respond. You didn’t actually know if they did or not. After everything that’s just happened though, it makes sense for them to do so.

“I never said we didn’t, sweetheart,” Bakugou casually responds as he sits down on the bench. You feel another whine forming in your throat but swallow it down. Why isn’t he touching you anymore?

“Well, go on, Eijirou. Touch her.”

You’re surprised Kiri doesn’t get whiplash from how fast he turns to look at Bakugou. “What?” he asks, just like how he had done earlier. Bakugou leans back on his hands on the bench, his eyes glancing down at his friend’s obvious hard-on.

“What, you don’t want to?” Bakugou asks innocently, tilting his head with a raised brow.

“No!” Kiri shouts. He then blushes and shakes his head. “No, I mean yes. I want to, yes. But…” he trails off, turning to look at you. He can’t look at you for too long though, but at the same time, he can’t look away. You just look so needy and desperate.

“Kiri, please. Touch me. I want you to,” you plead, grabbing his arm and forcing him closer. He licks his lips as he nods his head, giving you a once-over.

“Okay,” he barely whispers before leaning and connecting your lips. You happily hum into the kiss, his warm body sharing his body heat to warm you back up from where you got cold after Bakugou moved away from you. You gasp into the kiss as his hands leave from where they were cupping your cheeks to trail down your body. He’s very respectful on the way down, moving in the valley between your breasts down to your panties. There, one hand rests on your hip where Bakugou’s was not too long ago while the other slips to the front of your underwear. He starts rubbing your throbbing heat through the wet fabric, listening to you mewl and try to grind against his fingers.

“She’s so wet,” he suddenly speaks, trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. You moan and look over his shoulder at Bakugou, who is palming the tent in his joggers as he watches the two of you.

“I could’ve told you that,” he laughs, his free hand coming to rub the wet spot you left on his pants. Your blush worsens at the teasing, your head falling back to give Kirishima more room to work on your neck.

“Can I have her first?” he suddenly asks as he pulls away, his ruby red eyes staring into your half-lidded ones.

“She’s all yours…as long as she’s okay with having the rough treatment after the gentle one,” Bakugou answers, smirking at you with the same dumb smirk he’s had on his face since he first walked into the locker room.

Kirishima stares down at you as he awaits your response, his eyes searching yours. You inhale and exhale shakily before nodding your head. “Just make sure to actually make me cum,” you tease, your usual personality shining through your current wrecked one.

“Mm, trust me. You’ll be begging for me to stop by the time I’m done,” Bakugou boasts. You don’t get the chance to reply though since Kirishima is hoisting you up and pressing you harder into the locker, your legs tightly wrapping around his waist. It doesn’t surprise you that he can lift you up so easily. The amount he benches is actually insane. Then again, most pro heroes can bench around what he does.

You gasp when you hear a ripping sound, pulling back from the kiss to look down. You find your panties in shambles, the ripped shreds falling to the floor from Kiri’s hands. “Sorry,” he apologizes on a breath before bringing his lips back to yours. You moan and grind against his hard cock still hiding from you in his shorts.

“Don’t be,” you breathe when he pulls away to focus on taking your bra off. He smiles at you right before the clasp comes undone and your breasts are revealed to the chilly room.

“Wow…” he breathes, his hands resting just below the swell of your chest. Your nipples harden from the cool air and the pair of eyes staring you down.

You do a double take when you realize that Bakugou has moved since you last looked at him. He’s now standing off to the side, hand shoved down his joggers. You can’t see his dick either, but you can see the way his hand is slowly pumping his shaft. You lick your lips as you watch, realizing he must’ve moved to get a better view of the show.

“Well, don’t stop there. Fuck her,” comes Bakugou’s deep voice that seems to be even deeper than it was before. Kiri sharply inhales as he nods his head, reaching between you two to tug his shorts and boxers down in one go. You whine when you see his pretty cock, unashamedly eyeing it up.

He’s clean-shaven and the tip of his dick is a pretty red color, looking a little swollen and weepy from how turned on he is. He’s easily six inches, possibly longer.

You don’t really have time to admire it since he’s rubbing the head against your entrance, rubbing your wetness up towards your clit before going back down. “You touched yourself, didn’t you?” he whispers, seemingly already out of breath before you’ve even started. You look away from his mesmerizing cock to look up at him.

“What?” you ask, almost missing what he said entirely. You still caught it though, but you’re surprised he asked you such a question.

“Your hole…it’s already stretched out…” he says a little louder than before, maybe keeping Bakugou up to speed with what’s going on.

“No…” you lie, trying so hard not to stutter. You cry out when Bakugou is suddenly by both of your sides, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back.

“Oh, you little slut.” You whimper at the name, your back arching off the locker for a moment.

“I bet you were thinking about us. Weren’t you, you pretty little whore,” Bakugou coos, hand still fisted around your hair.

“Yes, I was,” you admit breathily. You smirk though as you turn your head to look at Bakugou head-on. “And what are you going to do about it?” you taunt. He seems to be thinking it over, but he doesn’t get to do anything since Kiri takes the initiative.

He starts inching himself into your cunt, your eyes rolling back into your head at how full you feel once he comes to a stop. “Good boy, Eijirou,” Bakugou mumbles, licking his lips as he watches Kiri push his length all the way inside of you until he can’t fit anymore.

Kirishima whimpers at the praise, tightly gripping your hips as he starts thrusting in and out of your crying pussy. You moan and grasp his upper arm with one hand while the other rests on Bakugou’s shoulder for support.

Your gaze floats up to the ceiling, your eyes struggling to stay open as Kiri thrusts in and out of your gaping pussy. You gasp when Bakugou’s grip on your hair suddenly tightens before he’s forcing your head down. Your eyes instantly find Kirishima’s pretty cock disappearing into your pussy before reappearing wetter than it was before. You moan at the sight, your hole clenching around the man fervently fucking you.

“Watch him as he fucks you. You should be more appreciative,” Bakugou chastises, keeping your head held forward to make sure you stay watching Kirishima. You scream in ecstasy as your body shivers in pleasure, your cunt gushing around Kirishima as you cum. “Dirty slut,” Bakugou mumbles as if he’s disappointed or disapproving over this fact. In reality, though, he’s eating it up.

Kirishima cums shortly after you do, pulling out just in time to coat your stomach and thighs in ropes of white. It’s not even a minute later when Bakugou is letting go of your hair and manhandling you out of Kirishima’s hold and into his own. You blink wearily at him before looking down, finding his joggers are already on the floor.

His dick is around the same size as Kirishima, possibly a little bigger. His cock though is covered in bulging veins and the head is more on the purple side while Kiri’s was pinker. His tip is just as weepy as Kiri’s was though.

You scream when he forces himself into your sensitive pussy in one go. You claw at his back, his entire body being pressed flush against yours. He doesn’t hesitate for a beat before starting to thoroughly fuck into you.

You moan and mewl with each thrust, your head resting on your arm that’s wrapped around his neck. You stare at Kirishima as Bakugou roughly rails into you, watching as the younger man slowly sits down on the bench. His cock twitches in interest as he watches his best friend have his way with you.

“You like being treated like a common whore? Hm?” Bakugou asks. He pulls you away from the lockers, his hands cupping your ass to keep you up on his bulging cock. You pull back with a moan, desperately nodding your head as he bounces you up and down his throbbing dick.

“Yeah?” he asks, bringing one hand away from your ass only to bring it back down in a harsh slap. You shout his name as you throw your head back, placing your hands onto his shoulders as you help him thrust you up and down. “You like being my personal sex toy that I can use how I please?” he taunts. You nod your head rapidly, your eyes rolling back into your head as you clench around him.

“Little slut gonna cum again already?” he taunts, moving you up and down faster. You scream his name as you do just that, causing a circle of white to appear around the base of his cock. “Look at you…creaming all over my fat cock…” he taunts. His voice sounds a little shakier though as he throbs inside of your tight cunt. Guess he’s getting close too.

After a few more pumps, he rushedly pulls out just as he starts to orgasm. He points his cock right at your used pussy, shooting his seed all over your wet cunt. He smirks as he watches his cum join Kiri’s, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He slowly puts you down, laughing when you cling onto him as your legs shake. “Hope I didn’t break you,” he teases, watching you lean back against the lockers as you try to come down from your high and get ahold of your bearings.

“Fuck you,” you snap lowly, tilting your head back to look up at the heavens, hoping this will help you calm down faster if you can’t see them.

“I just did,” he jokes, making you groan and Kiri chuckle lightly. Kiri suddenly appears in your field of vision. You bring your gaze down to look at him, smiling at him when he seems sheepish now.

“Sorry about your underwear. I kinda just got lost in the moment…”

You giggle as you bring a hand to the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss. “Don’t worry about it. It was hot,” you reassure. He grins at this, loosely wrapping his arms around you for a hug.

You look over at Bakugou to find him pulling his joggers back on. Your attention returns to Kiri though as he suddenly swoops you up into his arms princess style. “What are you doing?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“We dirtied you-” he stops when Bakugou snorts and says something along the lines of ‘yeah we did.’ He rolls his eyes as he brings you to the showers, slowly setting you down and turning the hot water on. “It’s the least I can do to clean you up,” he says softly and you swear you’ve never felt so warm and fuzzy inside until this very moment.

“Awe, what a gentleman,” you coo, giving him another kiss. “Too bad they can’t all be like you,” she jokes pointedly giving Bakugou a look. He scoffs and comes over to the shower you two were occupying.

“Hey, he cleans you up, I make you food,” he offers with a shrug, crossing his arms over his chest. You hum as you think about it, putting your hand out to feel the water’s temperature.

“Fine. You both have to cuddle me too.”

“Okay!” Kiri says with a happy grin at the same time Bakugou rolls his eyes and grunts out, “Fine.” As if the fucker isn’t excited too.

You smile and give them each a sweet kiss. “It’s a date then,” you declare with a wink.

Kiri helps you clean yourself off before drying you off, in which Bakugou then helps you get dressed again. Once that was all done, you sigh and sit down on one of the many benches.

“Now what? We’re still stuck here until the morning,” you sigh. When you don’t get a response, you look up at your two best friends, who are possibly more now.

“We should be able to get out through a window…” Kiri says softly. You stand up at this, placing your hands onto your hips as you raise a brow at them.

“But I thought you sai-”

“I lied.” Your jaw is once again unhinging as you stare at Bakugou in shock. You then scoff, laughing a little as you hit his chest. “You think you’re so clever.”

“Yeah, a little,” he agrees with a shrug. You roll your eyes as you leave the locker room and head for one of the many windows in the place.

“Jerk.”

“Besides, even if an alarm did go off, we’re all heroes. They know we wouldn’t break into a place. We’d just explain it was a misunderstanding!” Kiri says confidently. You hum as you study the window before pulling it open.

No alarms go off.

“Oh, I am so getting you back for this,” you swear as you point at Bakugou with squinted eyes. He just gives you a sleezy grin.

“I can’t wait.”

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lex-play · 9 months

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Light My Soul on Fire pt 8

~*~

Katsuki did, in fact, have to call the hag for new slacks. The pair he had was much too small for him now. Much to his embarrassment, he couldn’t even pull them up past his thighs. The damn sneaky witch kept her cool over the phone, but as soon as he said bye, he heard her screeching for his father and knew that she’d be bombarding him with questions in no time.

“How are you, son?” His dad asked when Katsuki got to their house.

“M’good,” Katsuki said. He was somewhat on edge. He’d expected the hag to divebomb him as soon as he set foot in their house. The fact that she hadn’t was… concerning. She hadn’t even been the one to answer the door, and he didn’t see or hear her anywhere. “Where’s the witch?”

“Your mother is in the basement,” Masaru said with a snort. “You haven’t asked us to make you clothes in quite a while. I think she’s excited.”

Katsuki sighed. “I haven’t needed anything since the last time I asked.”

“I figured as much,” Masaru led Katsuki into the kitchen. “You only asked for casual clothes the last time.”

His tone was curious, but Bakugou Masaru wasn’t pushy. He knew that pushing Katsuki to talk would do the opposite of what he wanted, so he was content to wait at least a bit.

“Tea?”

Katsuki nodded and sat at the table with a sigh.

“How’ve you guys been?”

His father looked delighted as he immediately launched into a ramble about their fashion line and the recent happenings. For a moment Katsuki was reminded of Izuku, and he bit his lip to keep the grin off of his face. No need to give the old man anything to gossip with the hag about later.

Katsuki wasn’t sure how much time had passed when an unholy screech came from the basement stairs.

“Masa! Is the brat here yet?!”

Katsuki groaned and dropped his head into his hands as he heard his mother stomp up the stairs. He… may or may not have been stalling. It’s not that he didn’t want to see his mother or get the measurements and shit over with, he just knew how she was. When she wanted to know something she would pick and prod and poke at him, in this case possibly literally, until she learned everything she wanted to know. And like he told Kirishima, he didn’t want to jinx anything.

“Sorry Suki, I’ve been hogging him a little,” Katsuki’s dad chuckled. His mom’s face was completely unamused when she turned the corner into the kitchen.

“I’m down in the workshop sweating my tits off and going through fabrics, meanwhile you two chucklefucks are up here having a goddamn tea party,” she scoffed. The twitch to her lip gave her away.

“Nobody told you to start before I even got here, hag,” Katsuki snapped with a snort and a roll of his eyes.

“Oh fuck off,” she said. Katsuki flipped her off, the normalcy of the interaction causing him to relax almost against his will.

“You ready then?”

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

Katsuki followed her down into the basement which doubled as a workshop for when one of his parents (or both of them on occasion) had personal projects they wanted to work on. Without being prompted, he stripped off his sweats, folded his tank top up so his midriff was bare, and moved to the raised platform that was set up.

“Nice to know you remember how this works.”

Katsuki snorted.

“I only did this once or twice a year for the first two decades of my fucking life.”

His parents would never let him wear shit off the rack or mass produced. At one point the hag had literally told him she’d rather die.

“Yeah yeah.”

A tape measure suddenly wrapped around Katsuki’s hips and he almost jumped. He’d kind of expected the interrogation to come before the measuring.

“So,” ah, there it was. “Why’d you need slacks all of a sudden?”

Katsuki shrugged one shoulder lightly, trying to keep still.

“Katsuki.”

He huffed. “I’m not even sure,” he muttered, hoping she would leave it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that lucky.

Mitsuki’s hands paused for just a moment where she’d stretched the tape measure down the outside of his leg.

“What do you mean?”

Katsuki sighed and did his best to keep from shifting uncontrollably, lest he be stabbed with a pin. It had happened before.

“I mean it’s a fuckin’ surprise.”

“You’re letting someone take you someplace where you need to dress up and you don’t even know where you’re going?”

“Yes,” Katsuki snapped.

The resulting silence had katsuki on edge. His mom came into view, her eyes on where she was measuring, and he was surprised to see a soft smile on her face.

“Can I at least know the name of the person who’s charmed my notoriously difficult son?” She eventually asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Why would I do that? So you can go run another goddamn background check?”

Mitsuki sighed. “That was one time.”

“It was three times actually but nice fucking try.”

She groaned and Katsuki scoffed.

“I promise I won’t run a background check.”

Katsuki eyed her critically. “I’m supposed to just take your word?”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

No. No she hadn’t.

Katsuki sighed. “Midoriya Izuku.”

Mitsuki stiffened, her brows furrowed.

“What?” Katsuki snapped. That was not the reaction he’d expected. He’d expected smugness from getting him to talk about someone he liked. Or even curiosity about the person he liked.

Not this guarded wariness.

At his tone Mitsuki shook her head.

“It’s nothing. What are they like?”

Katsuki eyed his mother with frustration. He knew she had something on her mind, but he also knew she wouldn’t fess up if she didn’t want to. He was the same, after all. So instead of pushing like he wanted to, Katsuki huffed and told his mom about how he met the omega.

If it was important, she’d tell him.

~*~

A little peek into the Bakuhouse. Wonder why Mitsuki got all weird when she found out Izuku’s name. 👀

Also to anyone who’s new to this fic it is gonna be an accidental inc*st fic so pls take care of yourselves. I’d tag it but idk how this place is with that kinda stuff and I don’t want my work removed. 😅

I also have update goals for my fics! The kofi goal for this one is up.

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