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What Once Was Mine

Pairing: Kirishima x Bakugo x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 13.2K (I'm so sorry)

Warnings: Angst, , Sex pollen, Extremely Dubious Content/ Noncon (because of the sex pollen just in case), Love Triangle, Breath play, Spit roasting, Double Penetration, Cumflation, Some Degradation, Praise, Breeding, a little Bit of Rimming, sooooo much cum, Spit, Some KrBk action., some butt stuff bahaha,yannow fingies in booty

a/n: OK here it is. First fic for the Tales of the Dark Arts. This fic gave me GRIEFFFF goodness gracious. A huge goddamn thank you to my wife @whats-her-quirk for beta reading this and helping me SO much with this. I love you forever my darling. OK soooo it's angsty ok sorry I admit it. But it's a spoopy story it's gotta be! So I decided to take out the warning for the alternate ending. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this. Please go easy on me ok? IT's my first threesome fic and I am so fucking nervous. As always I appreciate everyone who clicks on this and gets through the entire thing because it is a MONSTER. Without further ado... here we go.

It’s not him. It’s not him anymore.

He’s in your sights, red spiky hair burning your eyes as the crosshair lines up perfectly between his eyebrows. It’s cool outside, the crisp October wind bites your cheek. It feels too cold to be October. If the world were normal you’d be picking pumpkins right now, hand in hand with the man you love as he smiled and looked at you like you were the greatest thing to ever happen to him.

If.

A gruff voice intrudes your thoughts. It’s intense, agitated, and worried. “If you can’t do it I ca—“

“I can do it, Katsuki.”

His words are sliced by your tone and your eyes never leave the scope as you watch your target through the window, waltzing proudly around the apartment, your apartment.

You feel a big hand on the small of your back rub gently up and down your spine trying to soothe you. His arm drapes over you protectively as you perch with the huge sniper poised against your shoulder. He’s warm, his touch tender and wrong, yet it does its job in keeping you calm and making you feel safe. It should be innocent, maybe even accepted considering you two might actually be the last two alive in the city.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Katsuki’s hot glare burns the side of your face. The talk the two of you had before scaling up this building to sit on the roof across from your old home nestles in your brain and clouds your thoughts.

He’d held your face between his hands and made you look deep into his crimson eyes as he spoke. His thumb moved over the soft skin of your cheek, his lips pursed and the edges of them twitched like he was holding something back.

“I’ll take the shot. You don’t gotta worry about it.”

“No. It should be me. I’ll do it.”

“Tch, don’t try to be a fucking hero. I promised him I’d--”

“I know what you promised him, but I’m not gonna let him stay one of those things forever. I can do this.”

“Fine. But don’t you fucking die.”

A distant scrape of shoes on gravel pulls you back to reality, both your and Katsuki’s heads whipping around toward the direction of the foreign sound. You drop the gun as Katsuki puts a finger to his lips and urges you to keep quiet. He coils into a defensive crouch, taking a small step toward the sound before you grasp his arm tightly. You widen your eyes and shake your head, digging your fingers into his muscles.

Don’t go.

He reaches out for you, his hand caressing your cheek as his eyes soften and again his lips twitch with an unspoken confession. You see the softness in his eyes, the vulnerability before it fades quickly and his eyebrows furrow.

He swipes his hand from your face and grips the barrel of the gun, turning it back toward the window of your apartment. He looks pointedly down at it, then at the window and back to you with a scolding glower.

Don’t you fucking miss.

Panic bubbles in your gut as he takes another step toward the noise and you reposition your aim back to your target. He’s right. You have to finish this. He looks back over his shoulder and you flash him a pleading look in response.

You can feel tears pooling in your eyes but you take a deep breath to try and hold them back. He sighs quietly then tiptoes back over to wrap you in a tight hug. You bury your face in his neck sighing at his warmth. He grinds his teeth, like he’s struggling to keep his composure, then he quickly kisses the top of your head before pulling you back and whispering.

“Don’t. Die.”

He nods once and then he’s slinking back into the darkness toward the noise and you’re lining up your shot again. The wind licks at the back of your neck as you think to yourself over and over, please be ok and it’s not him anymore. You take a deep breath, still your trembling shoulders, place your finger on the trigger and peep through the scope again.

The breath leaves your lungs in a second as angry red eyes peer back at you through the scope. He’s seen you. You’re finished.

A sharp pain on the back of your head radiates through your body and you can’t make anything else out. A name muttered from your lips as you fall back onto the gravel of the roof is the last thing your attacker hears before you lose consciousness.

“Eiji.”

And then, darkness.

When you come to, dancing colors swirling behind your lids fade into one. Red. Your eyes flutter open and you can see plush red carpet. You try to flex your limbs, and realize you can’t move. Your toes dig into the soft carpet, wrists struggling against something—rope? Maybe?—and your head feels heavy, like you can barely raise it. It takes what feels like hours for you to understand you're tied to a chair. Your head aches and there’s something sticky dripping down the side of your face.

Tapping. There’s something tapping in the room with you. It’s annoying and it hurts. It’s tapping against a pain nerve in your head and you’re hopelessly wishing it would stop. There's too much red, it spells out anger, frustration, danger. The room smells damp, like suffocating wet musty air that pushes on your lungs. You cough and for the first time since waking up you realize you’re not alone in the room.

“Hey! Finally awake, sleepy head?”

The voice is familiar, but not. It’s chipper and comforting but forced. It doesn’t elicit the feeling of relief or joy it would’ve months ago. Still, if you don’t think too hard about it, you can almost trick yourself into thinking it’s ok.

“Eijirou?” you look up at him, hopeful, leaning forward in your chair. He’s leaning against the bedpost, tapping his fingers against the wooden footboard and smiling a big goofy grin at you.

You blink; that bed post looks familiar. In fact, this entire room looks familiar. In addition to the red feeling too overbearing, it’s also strangely comforting. You shift your eyes quickly to check out your surroundings.

There’s a black comforter and bedspread on the bed, neatly made with comfortable looking pillows propped up. Two wooden bedside tables sit on either side of the bed. A large dresser in the corner, lined with perfumes and lotions, long flowy red curtains that hang down to the floor near the sliding doors that lead to the balcony. And lastly, the painting perched above the bed of two people happily gazing into each other’s eyes, a diamond ring on the woman’s finger.

Your eyes burn with tears as you stare at the painting, the man’s spiky red hair and sharp toothed grin is more than beautiful and the woman looks completely smitten with her lover.

This is your bedroom. The room you used to share with Eijirou before...

“Yeah babe, in the flesh! Didya miss me?”

The man speaking bounds up to you like an excited dog. He stands before you and you study his features closely. He certainly looks like Eijirou, but there’s something off about him. His smile feels a little too happy, pulled too tight like a doll who’s had their mouth sewn into a smile. It isn’t authentic. It isn’t him.

“Y...you’re not him,” you say sadly, dropping your head.

The imposter scoffs, clearly taken aback by your words. “What’re ya talking about babe? Of course it’s me.”

Every time it speaks it rips at the hole in your chest. It feels like you can’t breathe. How could anyone know how terrifying it was to look at someone you thought you knew and have it so clearly not be them? Especially when your heart desperately wished it would be them.

“Stop. Stop! Stop pretending to be him. You're not him. You could never be him!” you shout as tears pour down your dirty cheeks.

The invader chuckles, and it’s not light or fun, it’s evil and slimy and it makes your skin crawl.

“Aww come on. The last thing I want is to see my pretty girl cry,” it says.

You seethe at the nickname falling from this thing’s dirty lips. A name only reserved for you from the man you love. Clearly, it’s toying with you.

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. Don’t you fucking dare,” you hiss, anger pulsing through your veins.

The monster bends down on its knees in front of you and moves uncomfortably close to your face. You can feel its warm breath on you and it almost makes you gag.

“Or what? Will you kill me? You couldn’t pull the trigger on the roof. What makes right now any different?”

It doesn’t smile, it doesn’t assure you everything’s ok. It doesn’t do anything your Eijirou would do. When it smiles it’s wicked, when it speaks only filth comes out. It’s dirty, disgusting and bile rises in your throat when you think about that thing crawling around inside of him and using him as it’s puppet. It’s eyes look far away. There’s no warmth, no personality. Your Eijirou is gone.

Yet it feeds on your unsureness, your wavering resolve in killing him—no, it. Eijirou would never want to be used by it. You’d be saving him. It’s only right to end him. And after, they can have you. It won’t matter when he’s gone. Nothing will matter in a world without Eiji. You’ve already lost him. How is killing him any different?

So why couldn’t you shoot? Why couldn’t you pull the trigger? Why is there a lump in your throat, burning at the idea of losing the man you love?

No. He’s already gone. It is not him. You spit a huge glob of congealed liquid in its face.

“Fuck you,” you hiss as viciously as you can.

It slowly stands, wiping the mess from where it landed between its eyes and nose. The calm, malicious look on its face is so foreign to you, it really does look like a completely different person. Then it lifts its huge, hulking arm back, muscles flexing as it stretches and slaps you hard across the face.

The momentum causes the chair to topple backward, your cheek burns and you’re brought to tears from the heat of its slap. When your head knocks against the floor, you accidentally bite down on your lip so hard you taste blood. The searing pain spreads up the side of your face and as much as you try, you can’t stop the tears from flowing.

It stands the chair back up right and you glare at it, wincing at the salty tears flowing into the cut on your lip.

“You should mind your manners. What would your little friend think if he saw you acting like this?”

You gasp. Is it talking about Katsuki? You look up at it now, wide eyes pleading for an explanation. “What did you do to Katsuki?”

“You’ll find out soon enough babe.”

No. Did they get him too? What did it mean “find out soon enough”? Did those things turn him into one of them? He’s all you had left. You feel like you’ve been hit in the chest too many times. It’s hard to breathe, your heart doesn’t just hurt, it aches.

Katsuki’s face flashes in your memory. You can almost feel his hands caressing your cheek again, wiping away the tears that involuntarily pour down your face at the thought of losing him. You remember the gentle press of his lips on your head and how tight he held you. His last words to you.

Don’t. Die.

The invader bends down next to your face again. It buries its face in your neck and inhales deeply as you lean away from it in disgust.

“You smell good. I knew you would be perfect,” it whispers against your cheek.

“Perfect for what?”

“Reproduction of course. It’s a species' primary goal. To reproduce.” It shrugs it’s shoulders as if this is obvious.

Is that what they’re doing? You’d noted to Katsuki when the two of you were researching if the hosts were able to be saved that the invaders never seemed interested in “taking over” the women. They were always captured and taken away while the men were regurgitated on and taken over by the parasites.

You curl your lip up in disgust. “If you think I’m going to let you do anything to me, you--”

“I’m not stupid. Our species happens to be far more advanced than yours. So don’t worry. I have a solution.” It smiles wickedly, breathes in deeply then exhales.

The air is cloudy and thick all of a sudden. Something wistful like smoke surrounds you. It billows up and around your nose, but it moves like it has a mind of its own. It reminds you of the smoke in old cartoon shows, beckoning to the characters, drawing them in with its seductive grip.

Seductive? What? Why would you be thinking about that at a time like this? You try to shake your head, clear your mind, focus on what’s happening right in front of you, but the view is starting to fade away. Your eyes feel heavy, but you don’t feel sleepy; there’s something, something you can’t explain, but something sitting heavy like a rock in your stomach.

As it continues to sit, it moves down between your legs and feels as if it’s vibrating. It feels good and you hum a little to yourself. The bedroom changes into a scene of you being rocked calmly back and forth in a boat on high waves. It’s soothing, safe, everything feels right.

Eiji’s voice is in your ear and again you hum in amusement. He sounds as if he’s singing to you, and when he holds your arms, loosening something that’s making your wrists feel heavy, you giggle and thank him for removing them.

“Oh, that didn’t take long at all,” Eijirou says with a smirk.

He lifts you up then, pulling you into his arms and you stumble like a newborn deer into his chest. You look up at him with a goofy grin and he leans in, puckering his lips to kiss you. This is what you’ve been waiting for. To kiss your Eiji again. You stand up on your tiptoes, leaning in to his advance.

Suddenly an explosion flips the boat you're lying in and sends you crashing into the deep rocking waves. The scene melts away and it becomes painfully clear it was all in your head. You see broken glass and Katsuki standing with a gun pointed at...you. He’s breathing heavily and looks vicious, like he wants to attack you. But why? Why would he want to attack you?

You feel a huge hand wrap around you and grasp your throat tightly. You cough trying to gasp air into your lungs but the hand constricts your air passage. You can feel a hard body on your back, you can’t move but that heavy thing is still sitting and vibrating between your thighs.

“Take your filthy fucking hands off of her,” Katsuki says to you. No, not to you, to the thing behind you.

That’s right. Suddenly it’s clear again and you remember your situation. The alien is using you as a shield. It drugged you somehow, made you see things that weren't there and feel tingly and weird. But how? You meet Katsuki’s eyes and he tries to give you a quick expression that asks if you’re ok. You try to nod but the parasite chokes you so you can’t speak or move.

“Or what dude? You’ll shoot me? Good luck shootin’ around her. You’re good, but your aim isn’t that good. ” the thing says. It pisses you off how it tries to mimic the way Eiji speaks.

You see Katsuki’s finger twitching on the trigger. The stupid thing is right. Katsu won’t risk hurting you to kill it. More of the wispy smoke floats around the room. It slowly snakes over to Katsuki and he fans it away in annoyance. It clicks then, the smoke. That’s what drugged you. If it infects Katsu too, your enemy could easily kill him when he starts to hallucinate like you did. You have to warn him.

The imposter Eijirou tightens his grip around your throat. His fingers squeeze, constricting your trachea and stopping air from reaching your lungs.You can’t speak and the more you try, the tighter it squeezes on your throat. Your mind is already hazy, thoughts tumbling messily around your head like clothes spinning in a washing machine. You watch in horror as the smoke slips into Katsuki’s nostrils and he falls to his knees, rubbing his eyes and coughing.

You try to call out to him but the squeezing sensation of Eijirou’s large rough hands—hands your body has become used to and reacts accordingly—makes your mind change the danger into something more erotic. You moan pathetically as the invader pulls you closer to his body.

What was that? Is it the work of the toxin in your system? Is that what it does? Make you horny? It doesn’t matter, you need to warn Katsuki. You try again to call out to him.

“K...Katsu.. Katsuki… get out of here! Please!” you wheeze, reaching out to him.

He winces at the sound of the mewls of pleasure that tumble from your lips at the end of your plea. You can see his brows furrowed in determination and desperation. He’s not going to leave you.

He’s going to get himself killed.

“Wow babe, I get captured and you immediately start fucking my best friend? Did you even love me? Or were you waiting for me to be captured so you two could make your move?” The leech speaks again, using Eijirou’s cadence but words he’d never say, especially to you.

“Shut the fuck up! Stop talkin’ like you’re him. You ain’t Ejirou. You’re just wearing his skin. Eijirou’s dead!” Resembling a rabid dog, foaming spit drops from Katsuki’s lips as he gnashes his teeth at the imposter. He’s holding his stomach, groaning in pain, eyes wide and breathing heavy.

With him incapacitated, the alien gains the confidence to loosen its grip on your neck. It holds tight to your wrist and yanks you down with it when it crouches on its knees to stare Katsuki in the eyes.

“He’s not dead. He’s in here with me. And he’s asking the same thing,” it replies, smirking and showing Eiji’s pearly sharp teeth. It’s wrong, it’s evil.

“He says he saw how you looked at her before. He knows you’re in love with her. He knows you wanna fuck her.”

Katsu groans inappropriately when the alien mentions fucking you. Then he shakes his head and blinks in confusion. “Fuck. What’s happening to me?”

You feel like you’re drowning, like you’re trying to keep your head up above the crashing waves, but you call out to Katsuki to make sure he’s safe. The calming, pleasurable voice of Eijirou’s imposter is beneath the waves and is a little stronger. You’re ready to give in.

There’s a biting pain burning inside you now, shooting through your limbs. The heavy vibrating between your thighs accelerates into a searing fire and it only disappears when you feel hot breath on your neck.

“Katsu…” You moan his name but it doesn’t sound like you’re worried for him. You’re beckoning to him, you want him to be the one touching you right now.

His cock is standing at attention in his pants and judging from the way he’s grinding his teeth and huddling over holding his stomach, it’s agony. He tries as best as he can to hide it, but there’s no mistaking the rising tent. He’s scrambling, trying to stay away from you and your siren-like moans. You’re ashamed to think it, but the bulge in his pants looks delicious, leaking and glistening precum that is soaking through the fabric of his pants. You lick your lips and squeeze your thighs together.

“That’s a shame, you know. Once you’ve inhaled that toxin, you’re basically useless to us. It’s not meant for human men. Makes you want to breed. And if you don’t, you die. Perfect way to get you out of my hair, though,” the sadistic creature says nonchalantly.

Die? Katsuki could die from this?

It turns and gives you a reassuring smirk.”Same goes for you babe. You either fuck or die. But don’t you worry, I won’t let that happen to you. Hope you’re ready.” It blows you a kiss and you want to gag. The parasite’s evil little words slither into your ear and break through your sensual confusion.

It shrugs and stands again, pulling you to the dresser and propping you up to sit down. Katsuki sits helplessly in the corner, thrashing and pulling at his clothes like they’re burning him. He watches helplessly as the invader slowly sheds its clothes and then yours. The cool air from the broken window nips at your budding breasts and it’s a relief to the burning quickly swimming it’s way up your entire body.

Katsuki looks mortified as he watches the man appraise you, palming your tits, squeezing your hips and biting its lip as it takes in your glorious figure. You can’t help the moans that escape you as it touches you.

You want to be quiet, to bite your tongue clean off so it doesn’t get the satisfaction, but you aren’t strong enough to go against what the toxin is doing to your mind and body.

“F...fight it…. You...idiot…” he grunts angrily at you.

He’s trying to readjust the tent in his pants but it only makes you groan louder, lick your lips, and beg more for him.

“Katsu… want you… it… hurts… Eiji… please… please fuck me…” you mumble.

You hear a disapproving “tsk” in front of you. “What a slut. A fucking slut. Doesn’t matter who’s dick it is, you just want it huh? You’ll fuck two best friends just for relief? You’ll fuck me even though I’m not your precious Eijirou. Pathetic. Weak. All of you humans are weak. The sooner we find the rest of you who are hiding out, the better.”

Then the foreign creature bends down in front of you. It pushes your legs apart as you sit with your ass propped on the edge of the dresser. It sniffs you again, and you hear a low growl and see it stroke its cock. Right before it buries its face between your legs, it sneers at Katsuki.

“You can watch me fuck her, Katsuki. You should be used to watching from the sidelines.”

Your mind goes blank when its tongue licks languidly through your slick covered lips. All your mind can focus on is the pleasure coursing through your body. Your hands drop to tangle your fingers in its spiky red hair and you push your cunt onto its face, craving friction on your clit.

You sink beneath the calming waves and fall into the comforting arms and tongue of Eijirou. Time no longer exists. Everything stands still and the only thing moving is Eijirou’s tongue flicking against your clit.

Eiji’s always been good at eating you out. Of course he has, he knows your body better than anyone. Why had you been fighting this before? This is the man you love, the man you’ve always loved.

That fact is cemented when he pushes his tongue inside your pussy and you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut. This is Eiji, you’re confident now, it has to be. There’s no way it couldn’t be him. He’s the only one that’s ever been able to make you feel this way, right?

“F..Fuck…fuck...ah...I’m gonna c...come…” A rough husky growl suddenly punctures the moment.

That voice sounds familiar and again it slices through the thick fog inside your head. It’s a growl, a pained growl that, despite stating it was in ecstasy, sounded desperate and pitiful. There’s a small tingling in your gut that tells you something’s wrong and you grasp it just long enough to pull yourself back above the hypnotic waves.

You look at the man between your legs. He’s not looking at you, but still tongue fucking you like a man who knows exactly how to pleasure a woman. It’s like he’s studied it for centuries but he's not looking at you. You intake a sharp breath as he nibbles on your clit and for the first time it’s not a sound of pleasure.

This is not Eijirou. Eiji would look at you, he’d look into your eyes the entire time. He’d make sure you knew by just looking at him that he loved you with everything in him. He’d want to see the pleasure on your face, the way your tongue would fall out of your mouth, and the drunken smile that stained your lips will he feasted on you.

You take a second to look around the room and your eyes fall on Katsuki, now naked and sitting slumped against the bedroom wall, watching you. His hair is plastered to his forehead, veins popping out of his head and down his neck. He’s flushed an angry red, and tears are flowing down his face as his hand moves furiously up and down his cock.

The muscles in his arm are flexing and he’s lifting his hips and fucking his fist frantically. He’s muttering something as his eyes stay fixed on you and your heaving chest. When you make eye contact, you finally make out what he’s muttering.

“I’m… I’m coming for you… don’t… fuck oh fuck… don’t worry… won’t...let it...do this…” he struggles between grunts and groans and pants.

Your heart wrenches in your chest as the peaks of an orgasm creep upon you. You twist your fingers into Eijirou’s hair, drop your jaw and close your eyes but the orgasm doesn’t come. Instead, you wriggle and try to push him away. You can’t focus on the pleasure now, not while Katsuki is suffering.

You’re panting, the ruined orgasm hurts, especially as the invader continues to lap at your cunt.You find your voice and it’s weak but persistent.

“Eiji…. Please… Please.. He’ll die…” you beg him. It doesn’t let up on your clit and you moan but try to keep yourself above the waves.

“You wanna fuck him that bad, huh? Won’t come for me, but I bet you’ll come for him, won’t ya?” it breathes against your inner thigh, running its teeth against your soft skin.

It makes you shiver but you keep your attention fixed on Katsuki suffering in the corner. Then you quickly grab Eijirou’s cheeks and make it look into your eyes. You ignore its slick covered face and its wicked smile, holding it tightly and staring deep into its eyes.

He has to still be in there. He has to. If he is, he’ll come back for you. He’ll come back if you ask him to save Katsuki.

“Please Eiji…please save him. Don’t you dare let him die. I know you won’t hurt me. I know you wouldn’t let your best friend die. Please Eiji...Please I love you.”

You pour everything into each word you speak to him. Every word is saturated with the emotion you felt after losing him forever. Tears pour endlessly down your face, you’re speaking through hiccups and holding its face so tightly your fingers leave indentations in its cheeks.

Suddenly its eyes go blank and its body goes limp. it’s no longer holding you tight against the dresser. Its hand drops away from your thighs and it staggers away from you. You blink in confusion but take the quick moment of reprieve to dash over to Katsuki’s slumped body.

You hug him tightly and he groans in pleasure the second your heated skin comes in contact with his. He kisses your shoulder, still pumping his cock and grunting.

“Katsuki, hey, it’s ok. I’ll get you out of here ok?” you say trying to help him stand.

“No… fuck.. Just make it...stop… I need you to make the fucking pain stop…” he growls.

He looks into your eyes and licks his lips. Hungry crimson eyes travel down your naked body. His lustful gaze triggers the toxin in your blood and you almost push him down and sink down onto his cock right there.

Your name is spoken behind you and both you and Katsuki pause in shock.

When it speaks it’s different, it’s warm, it sounds like home and you spin around to see Eijirou, your Eijirou, stumbling toward you with his arms outstretched. You hobble toward him, pulled like a magnet and he catches both you and Katsuki in his big strong arms.

“Eiji, Eiji, you’re back? You’re back. I love you. I love you so much. I’ve always loved you. I always will.” You plaster kisses all over his face, sobbing as you speak. He grabs you tight and props you up against his huge body, laughing and crying with you.

“I always come when you call, don’t I, pretty girl?” he says in his soft raspy voice. It sounds right, the name sounds so right and it only makes you sob and wrap your arms around his neck again.

“Shh I know. I know. I love you too baby. I’m sorry for everything I said,” he says, kissing your cheek.

“That wasn’t you. I know it wasn’t you,” you wheeze nuzzling your face into his chest. He shushes you again, and rubs your hair to calm you down. You almost forget Katsuki is there until you hear him groan in pain again.

“Fuck Ei, I...is it really you?” he asks incredulously through pained gasps.

“Yeah man, it’s me. Thanks for keeping her safe. I knew you would.” Eiji winks, actually winks, at his best friend as if this situation isn’t dire and it surprisingly makes you feel a little better.

“K… Kirishima… you better not...fucking die on us...we’ll come back for you..” Katsuki tries to be serious, he uses his family name to cement his promise.

“No way am I letting this thing take me out,” he responds, pulling Katsuki closer to him and giving him a reassuring nod.

You’re no longer able to hold back the searing pain in your gut. It swells back up again, burning your insides and demanding for you to be fucked one of the two men present.

“Eiji...please… it hurts… and Katsu… he....”

“I know, baby. I’m gonna make it go away ok? I promise.” He looks at Katsuki tucked under his armpit and then over to the large bed, a plan forming in his mind. “I’ll make it go away for both of you.”

He smiles at you like he’s proud of you and you swear you’ll never get enough of the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters in his life. You can tell he’s trying to figure something out as his forehead creases and he looks back and forth between you and Katsuki . Something clicks in his mind and his shoulders slump.

“I know what we gotta do,” he announces, gazing at both of you sadly.

He holds you both against his body, grabs Katsuki’s hand and places it on your naked breast. Katsuki squeezes it and both you and he moan at the same time. Then his eyes grow wide as he snaps out of his pleasurable haze and quickly snatches his hand away glaring at his friend.

“The fuck are you doin Ei?”

“The thing said fuck or die. You know what you gotta do,” he jabs a finger into his chest and Katsuki hisses in pain.

“Fuck that! It could’ve been lying just to play mind games! Maybe...shit...maybe if we come it’ll be fine.”

Eiji sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. “Kats, it's ok. I unde-”

Katsuki grips Eiji’s shirt, moves really close to his face and snarls, “I am not gonna fuck your girl Ei.”

You jump in to try and ease the tension, pushing Katsuki back from Eiji’s face. “Maybe Katsu is right. When the alien thing was… you know… on the dresser… it felt good and the pain was going away but I didn’t finish and it still hurts so...maybe…”

You trail off, partly from the pain and partly because you don’t know what else to say. Eijirou sighs after a minute and nods in agreement.

“Ok let’s do this,” he replies in determination.

Eijirou places you and Katsuki down on the bed softly. You crawl away from them, prop yourself up on the pillows, open your legs, and thrust your fingers into your cunt. You’ll try to help yourself, Eiji can deal with Katsu. It’s the least you can do after both of them have constantly put their lives on the line for you.

He flashes you a worried glance and you shake your head and assure him you can handle it yourself. When you start to moan and hang your head back, he grasps Katsuki’s cock in his hulking fist. The second he makes contact with it, Katsuki moans like an actor in a naughty movie. Eijirou smiles warmly and slips his hand up and down, tightening his grip as the tip of Katsuki’s dribbling head peaks out of his fist.

Katsuki throws his head back, a long winded “Fuckkkk'' escaping him as he shuts his eyes and thrusts up into Eiji’s hand. It’s so erotic and tender. But it’s what you should expect from Eiji. Katsuki reaches out to play with Ejirou’s heavy balls and you hear an intake of sharp breath and a quiet moan.

“Unf, that feels good Kats. You’re doing good, man,” he praises.

You watch them both with lidded eyes, curling your fingers up to press against the spongy center inside you. They’re both so beautiful, two men you care deeply for pleasuring each other and it only makes you wetter and louder as Katsuki’s breathing increases.

“F…fuck Eiji…don’t…don’t stop,” Katsuki whimpers.

It shocks you how vulnerable he sounds right now and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to liking it a lot more even beyond the toxin’s influence. His eyebrows are furrowed, he’s biting his lip, whining and blushing and craving more of Eiji’s touch. You wish for just a second that you could be the one making him look like that.

Eijirou grunts as Katsuki wraps a hand around his cock and he pushes his hips forward to fuck into his fist. You rub hard circles on your clit, legs tensing up as your walls clench around your own fingers. You can tell Eiji’s been trying to keep his cool, determined to be the one to help his best friend.

The way he grinds his teeth and bites his fist, the way the muscles in his neck flex, how his breath hitches, it’s delicious—you’ll admit it. The pleasure proves to be too strong for him though and he loses himself in the moment. He grabs Katsuki’s head, fisting his fingers into his hair.

“Suck, Katsuki,” he commands in a gruff tone and somehow it still has that loving Eiji likeness you’ve always known.

Katsuki opens his mouth immediately and takes Eiji’s cock down his throat. He moans around it, gagging as Eijirou continues to pleasure him, wet squelching paps echoing throughout the room.

Through hazy eyes you see Katsuki’s head bob up and down, pink lips wrapped tightly around Eijirou’s cock. He’s being so obedient, eager to please the man in front of him. You’re envious of the soft way Eiji holds Katsuki’s chiseled jaw, guiding his face closer and closer to the thick bush of black hair nestled around the base of his cock. Sweet praise drips like honey from Eiji’s lips and it only drives Katsuki to take more of him down his throat.

“So good Kats, you suck dick like a champ,” he says, patting his head.

Where you’re sure Katsuki would roll his eyes at the praise, and spit some comment back about always being a champ, he doesn’t. His reaction is foreign, like everything in this situation. This thought also excites you, the waves of arousal the toxin creates beat against your skull and you catch yourself moaning louder, and growing wetter.

Katsuki moans, almost whimpers like a puppy craving praise for performing a trick when Eiji pats his head. Sucking with more gusto, his face glistens with spit as he succumbs to the toxin’s libido-increasing fog.

You rub harder, pump your fingers faster and deeper inside yourself, clawing up to the cusp of your release. Adding another finger to your squishy cunt envelops the room in wet, lewd noises that drive the sensual atmosphere. Eiji throws his head back, his thick Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat, and he stops pumping Katsuki’s dick to hold in his impending orgasm.

You whine when Eiji pushes Katsuki onto his back on the bed and sits between his legs comfortably. A pitiful groan from Katsuki rings out in the room. The absence of Eiji’s hand on his cock makes him whiny. The massive redhead smirks a cocky grin, licking his lips as he looks at the naked body below him. Pink dusts his friend’s cheeks and he reluctantly pulls away from Eiji’s leaking tip, panting and grinding his teeth. It’s clear he wants more as he reaches out to run his hands down Eijirou’s abs.

“You want me Katsuki?” Eijirou asks in a husky voice.

It takes everything in you not to answer instead. You want his hands on you, you want Katsuki’s feverish kisses down your body, anything to make the white hot pain in your belly and cunt go away.

Katsuki can only groan in response. He looks at you with your fingers shoved in your cunt, breasts heaving up and down as you stare into both of their eyes. His eyes are sullen and desperate when he looks at you. Is he contemplating refusing? His brows furrow in frustration and he grunts a painful affirmation as if he’s made his mind up about something.

“Y…yeah…fuck, just make the pain go away,” he hisses through his teeth.

His voice is agony, defeated, full of suffering but littered with desire. He wants Eiji, but he doesn’t like that he wants him and you can hear it in every pained syllable he grunts out. Lack of control has always been frightening to him, you’ve known this for a while now. It can’t be easy on him to know that he’s begging for his best friend to fuck him especially considering...

Suddenly nothing else matters to you other than holding him. You’re ashamed of your previous selfish thoughts and decide you won’t let the toxin fuck with your head like that again. You crawl over, the pain in his voice forcing you to abandon your own orgasm. Your own plight is a floating memory in the wind, cast aside for something more important.

Pushing the ravenous need to be stuffed full of either of them aside, you focus on his grimace. Your hands are glistening with your own juices and when you reach Katsuki and hold his face in your hands, he inhales sharply. He tries to move away from you, clawing at the blankets so he doesn’t kiss or lick or take you right here. You don’t notice that Eiji has moved to grab the tiny bottle of lube the two of you keep in the nightstand.

He coats two of his thick fingers in lube, but Katsuki’s gaze stays fixed on you. You rub his hair, trying to calm him and let him know touching you is ok. He’s growling low, pupils blown as he gives in and litters kisses up your wrists. You break his stare to look at Eijirou again and right as he pushes his finger into Katsuki’s puckered hole, you give him an affirming nod.

Katsuki groans when he feels Eijirou’s finger plunge inside his tight heat. He hisses and grunts, grabbing his own cock and pumping it feverishly. The veins in his forehead and neck are so prominent he looks as if he’ll explode from the pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Ei...feels so fucking good… don’t stop… please.” he begs.

He pulls your hand to his lips and sucks the slick from your fingers. His eyes roll so far in his skull you can only see white. Drool drips from the side of his mouth and when Eiji adds another finger, he moans and swirls his tongue around your digits. “You...you taste so good… fuck I’m… sorry Ei…”

“Shh it’s ok Katsu,” you say in a soft whisper.

Eijirou focuses on pumping his finger in and out, hooking it up to hit a spot that makes Katsu sing with delicious praise and pathetic mewls. He looks relieved, so incredibly relieved that his friend is no longer in pain and again it is a poignant reminder of how amazing the man you love is.

Katsu’s cock twitches and your mouth waters. Grinding your teeth and trying to push down the ache in your cunt again, you quickly move Katsuki’s hand from his own cock and wrap your fist around it tightly. You’re determined to help him too and you’re relieved when he doesn’t push you away from him. He thrust his hips up into your grip, red mushroomed head peeking out the top of your fist with every lithe movement.

Pulsing heat in your hand, Katsuki’s cock seems to grow harder and harder. You watch his face grow redder, his voice raspier, and yet the more he climbs the mountain of pleasure, the more pain he seems to be in. Eijirou curses under his breath while pumping his own dick and coating it in his own precum.

He speaks through clenched teeth, “Come on Kats, I know you can do it. Come for me. You’re doing so well.”

Soft praise and gentle caresses from Eiji’s rough hands makes Katsuki convulse in pleasure. You didn’t know how susceptible he was to praise. Big strong Katsu always assured you he wasn’t weak and didn’t need anything, capable of protecting you from every danger.

You swallow a lump in your throat then join Eiji in the praise.

“So good Katsu. You’re so strong and brave, my strong man, my hero,” you whisper sweetly. Somehow your sweet voice is enough to send Katsuki over the edge.

You tighten your grip as Katsuki thrusts up into your palm one last time before shooting hot ropes of cum all over his abs and your hand. As he catches his breath, you watch it pool in the creases of his abs, watch how his body twitches in pleasure and how he mumbles something to himself you can’t make out.

You have to talk yourself out of licking the milky warm substance from your fingers like it’s ice cream twice. Instead, you clean your hand on the comforter and pull his head close to your naked chest. His usual spiky blonde bangs are flattened against his forehead and you brush them away and kiss it delicately. He’s trembling now and looks up at Eiji like he’s going to cry.

“Why isn’t it working?” you implore desperately, clutching the suffering man closer to you.

Eijirou looks at you, red eyes running down your body and landing on your puffy lips and glistening cunt. Then he looks at Katsuki, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his head between your tits. The veins coursing through his forehead and neck pulse like a strong heartbeat.

When a deep sigh echoes through the room and you catch the torment on your lover’s face, it feels like the world has stopped. A somber realization bellows in the silence of the room.

“Eiji? W...what’s wrong?”

“Not gonna lie, I hoped that making him cum was the answer. It’s clear what has to happen now,” he states.

He reaches out to you and almost instantly you move toward him before you realize you’re still clutching Katsuki. The minute he touches you, the white hot pain you’d been trying to ignore, ignites all over your body and blood pumps aggressively down to your cunt.

It’s as if someone is pushing your head under the toxin’s waves again and holding you there. Like a spell has been cast over your body, it moves on its own. You gasp at his heated touch and crawl to him eagerly, forgetting Katsuki entirely as he writhes and grips the comforter with deadly force.

You plaster your lips against Eiji’s, tongue pushing into his mouth and he groans like a man tasting food for the first time in years. His hand wraps around the back of your head and you purr against his lips.

You taste yourself on his tongue, tangy and briny and mixed with his sweet flavor; it’s euphoric. It feels so good to be kissing him again, his lips moving against yours just like you remembered; his tongue flicks against your teeth, he nibbles your bottom lip and scratches your neck gently. He feels like home. Like it’s where you’ve always belonged.

“Eiji, I missed you...want… want you please…” you whine against his lips.

You don't even sound like you anymore, is this purely the toxin’s work? Concentration on anything other than fucking proves more than difficult in this one moment. He pulls your reluctant body back to stare into your eyes and you’re clawing at the air, desperate to hold him again. He shakes you slightly, trying to bring your focus back to him and it’s the most serious you’ve ever seen him look.

“I know, pretty girl, I promised I’d help you, didn’t I?” he asks in a sweet voice and you nod.

“You gotta do what I say ok? Everything I say, and I’ll make it go away,” he says, pushing your hair away from your face tenderly. His thumb runs over your cheek, wiping away the tears you just realized were flowing.

“Yes… yes everything. I’ll listen,” you say, kissing the edges of his lip and jaw, drunk on his love and agreeing to anything that will make him fill you with his thick cock.

He sighs again, drops a hand to wrap around your waist, and looks at Katsuki who’s watching the two of you with a hint of envy in his grim frown.

“Katsuki, come here, she needs you.”

Both you and Katsuki stare bewildered at Eijirou as he holds a hand out to him. The blonde stares angrily at him. Then puffs up his chest and shakes his head violently.

“No fucking way.”

“Don’t you wanna feel her?” he replies simply.

His voice is surprisingly calm, like he’s not discussing the idea of Katsuki fucking the woman he loves. It’s strange, unnatural but then again, so is this entire situation. Of course Eiji would put his own feelings aside to stop both you and his best friend from suffering.

Katsuki doesn’t say anything. His eyes flash over to you and the way your tits move as your chest heaves up and down, your hard nipples, and finally the tuft of hair that covers what he can only guess is the best pussy he'll ever feel in his life. He looks away quickly, swallowing the truth and burying it deep inside of him.

“Don’t ask me that, Ei,” he grunts. His fists turn white as he grips his thighs, trying not to look at you. He hangs his head in shame.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

It comes out as a sarcastic chuckle and both you and Katsuki know it’s a cover for the hurt he feels.

“N...no Eiji…” you speak through your teeth, the pain of the toxin burning your insides. The potency clouds your vision again, or perhaps it’s the curtain of tears in your eyes.

“Ei…you don’t gotta do this.”

“Man just shut up and do it. She could die and I can’t do anything to save her! The alien thing wanted to mate with her and I think it’s still in me so I can’t…I can’t do it… it has to be you,” His voice breaks and you can see him struggling to finish the sentence. It rips your heart in two.

“You owe me, man.”

You hear Eijirou sniffle, his whole body is trembling as he holds you close to his chest. Yet his face is turned away from you, like he’s ashamed. He doesn’t have to say anything more about what Katsuki owes him. Katsuki’s eyes grow wide and he’s no longer focused on the pain in his stomach. He looks so anguished and confused, and conflicted.

There’s silence for too long, or what feels like too long in your clouded lustful haze. Eijirou’s next sentence breaks the silence and Katsuki reluctance.

“I’ll never forgive you if she dies, Katsuki. So man up and do it!” He explodes, thin red brows pointed angrily down as he snarls like a dangerous wild animal. He’s never looked that angry but you suppose, he’s never had a reason to.

Until now.

A torturous wail rips through the tense atmosphere and you’re surprised when you realize it came from you. There isn’t a word in existence to describe everything you’re feeling right now. Your body trembles, your crying is intermingled with desperation as you squeeze your thighs together.

Your vision goes in and out, unaware of who’s touching you anymore but the hands grip your hips and gently persuade you to lie on your back. Muffled voices sound like underwater conversation in your ears. You’re under the waves again, the toxin blocking out all your senses and enhancing the only thing needed to breed: your libido.

You puff your cheeks and grind your teeth, shutting your eyes tightly and trying to focus on anything but the heat between your legs. How you desperately wish for one of them to cool you down, fill your aching cunt with their seed. There’s suddenly hands on your face, dragging down the sensitive skin of your neck and you shiver and shriek.

“Please… please… it hurts… I need…” you don’t know who you’re talking to but at this point it doesn’t matter. All you crave is relief.

“Hey Sweets…it’s ok…” a voice breathes softly against your collarbone.

You feel soft lips kiss your burning skin and there’s instant relief. You crane your head to the side, exposing more of your neck and groaning. Your eyes are still closed but the voice brings instant comfort, a warmth that feels like soup warming your bones after a cold day. It’s gravelly, the edges of it jagged but sweet and vulnerable.

It hits you then. You know this voice. You’d know it anywhere.

“Katsu,” you breathe and he groans an affirmation when you pull him closer and wrap your legs around his waist.

Your fingers curl into his hair and you kiss his shoulder, nibble his neck, whine like a pitiful little baby searching for its mother.

“I’m here…unf… you’re already so wet for me baby…” he speaks against your collarbone and you can feel his arm slipping between your pressed bodies to swipe against your clit.

When you jerk and lift your hips to feel more of his alleviating stroke, he moves with you, grinding his rock hard dick through your folds. Like a synchronized dance between lovers, your bodies respond to each other naturally.

“Katsu… please make…make it stop… please it hurts,” you beg and plead and cry so much you feel like your throat will go raw.

A cold droplet—a tear you think—on your cheek makes your eyes shoot open and suddenly you’re staring into ruby irises. He's panting, his face is red and drenched in sweat. His tongue hangs out of his mouth like he’s hungry and ready to taste you.

He’s beautiful, he’s always been beautiful. You reach a hand up to brush against his cheek and he kisses your wrist, flicking his tongue to lick it, then bites down, leaving a mark.

“I‘ve wanted you for so long… I’m… oh shit…” he pauses, squeezes his eyes shut at you grinding against his cock, then he mutters a scolding curse to himself before continuing.

“I’m gonna save you and I’m gonna fuck you good, ok? Not just cuz of this fucking toxin. But because…because I…” he pauses again then finishes, ”I'm gonna take care of you,” he says through clenched teeth.

Your heart is beating fast, every thought of your feelings for him pulsing through your body. He lines the tip of his fat cock up with your entrance, a trembling breath escaping him at the anticipation of finally feeling you. He pushes your hair off of your forehead, balancing himself up on his elbows and holding your wide eyed stare.

He taps his cock on your puffy clit three times, garnering your complete attention. “Look at me. Don’t you look away, ya hear me? I told you I’d save you, yeah? I keep my promises. So look at me when I fuck you, ok?” he growls.

He almost shoots a load of cum all over your stomach when your eyes sparkle and you gaze up at him like he’s the only man you’ve ever loved.

“Yes, Katsu.”

You’re sure you see heaven when Katsuki finally pushes into you. You feel the delicious stretch pulling you open as he plunges slowly inside of you. The sound that rumbles from deep within him awakens some primal instinct in you. When he brushes against your cervix, fully cemented inside of your weeping cunt, you dig your nails into his back and hold him there, clenching to make sure he stays.

“Oh shit baby, you… you feel better than anything I’ve ever imagined… fuck… gonna move now…” he says adjusting himself to pull his hips back and snap back into you.

“Yes, yes fuck me. Katsu please,” you chant.

As he strikes up a pace, your mind clouds with only one purpose. Breed. His head is buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you, driving into your velvety walls deeper and deeper. He grunts between each thrust and growls like an animal with visceral instincts as he pummels your sloppy cunt.

“Mmm, so good, so good…thank..you…” you whine.

You’re wailing in pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut as the heat in your belly subsides and intensifies the glorious ecstasy of Katsuki’s thick cock stretching your pussy with every drive of his hips. You’re biting into his shoulder and he’s pushing your legs back against your body, angling himself to feel more of you and drown in your essence.

If you’re witnessing heaven during this moment, it must look like every single moment you’ve spent with Katsuki since the invasion. You can see every moment so clearly, feel every one of his past caresses, smell his musky scent when he pushed you behind him to shield you from an enemy.

“Mine… all mine right now… fuck…want to pump you full of my babies,” he’s panting into the crook of your neck, warm breath driving a delicious tingle up your spine. Right now, the thought of being full and round with his child is a dream come true.

You remember the way his large arms wrapped around you when he thought he’d lost you once during a scavenge for food. And lastly, you can feel the rough pads of his fingertips dragging over your skin as you slept peacefully in his arms at the end of another day. You remember his warm breath washing over your face as you drifted off to sleep and the thing he whispered under his breath when he thought you were lost in your dreams.

I love you.

Your eyes pop open as the convoluted knot of eroticism and emotions starts to unravel quickly inside of you. Suddenly your vision is clear as you hold Katsuki's burning body against yours.

This man loves you. He always has, and he is not only fucking you right now, he’s pouring all that love into you. It’s a beautiful act, but you can’t shake the fact that something is wrong. You care for him too, that much is absolutely clear but there’s something, one tiny strand that holds you back from plunging face first into the love that this man has bestowed upon you.

And then your budding orgasm is snatched from you in an instant and you know what needs to happen.

“Unf… ‘M gonna fill you up Sweets, oh fuck!”

Katsuki’s hips stutter and he presses down on your legs as he pumps you full of so much cum you feel like your belly is swelling. You dig your nails into his ass, holding him inside you as he trembles, painting your insides with thick oozing cum. He rasps a string of curses followed by your name before he collapses down on top of you.

White milky seed oozes slowly out the sides of your ruined cunt and froths around the base of Katsuki’s cock as he slowly continues to drag against your walls, spreading the cum around inside you and locking it in.

He kisses you then, out of the haze of the toxin. His face is smooth, the torturous pained expression absent and he thankfully looks as if he’s back to normal.

You return his kiss, giving in to your feelings for him and sighing at the way his tongue pushes past your lips and rubs against your teeth. He’s soft but frantic, as if he knows this could be the last time he ever gets to kiss you like this.

When he parts from your lips, he continues littering kisses down the side of your face, your cheeks, your jawline and finally back around to your lips again. It isn’t until he stops rutting against your cum covered walls that the pain from the toxin starts up again.

“You okay, Sweets?” he whispers, trying to catch his breath.

He’s mortified when he sees you shake your head and writhe in pain underneath him.

“Fuck! Ei, it didn’t work!” he shouts over his shoulder.

Eijirou’s hands are on you in a second, holding your face as you squeeze your eyes shut in pain. Katsuki is still embedded inside you and his cock twitches as you clench around him, pulling for more pleasure to ease the pain. You try to communicate your new discovery, you can’t come with just one of them, not while you know the other is hurting. It’s painfully clear.

Eijirou is trying to get you to look at him, whispering quick comforting words against your ear while Katsuki pulls out of you and you scream in pain from the absence. You try to still your rapid breathing, focus on what you need to tell them both. You swallow the scream bubbling up inside you and grit through your teeth.

“Need… need you...both… both of you… please… please,” you cry, tears staining your face.

Eijirou looks tortured; his brows furrow and you see tears streaming down his face.

“I can’t baby…I can’t… it'll… it’ll mate with you… I can’t.” His whole body is shaking as he crouches over you, holding your shaking body. The way he looks right now hurts more than the toxin but again you try to shove it aside to get your point across.

You put your fingers to your lips, moan a little and wet them before tugging his arm and looking him in the eye.

“Eiji please I want you. Want you here,“ you say, tapping your lips.

His eyes grow wide when he understands and when you look toward Katsuki and beckon to him as well, the idea seems to click in both of their minds.

“Fuck… you’re gonna make me hard again sweets,” Katsuki grunts through his teeth and when you whimper out a small “more Katsu”, both he and Eiji quickly move into position.

Katsuki lies on his back as Eijirou lifts you and places you down to straddle Katsuki’s thighs. You feel his cock, now hard and standing at attention against your ass. Eiji positions himself in front of you, cock already dripping pre against your lips. You lick them and moan and he holds your face in his hulking hands.

At the same time Katsuki lifts you and splits you on his cock, you take Eijirou’s thick member down your throat. Everyone moans all at once and this one action digs deep into your pleasure receptors. You’re all moving as one now, moaning and fucking together. Katsuki lifts his hips up into your hot heat and you moan loud and dirty around Eiji’s cock.

The taste of him excites you, the smell of him makes you wetter, the way you have to drop your jaw more to fit your mouth around his sizable dick is like a dream. And the way he’s looking at you, it’s exactly what the alien invader was missing when it pretended to be him. His undying love for you, is mirrored in your eyes as he looks down at his cock bulging in your throat.

“That’s my pretty girl, your mouth feels so fucking good, baby. I’m gonna cum down your throat,” Eiji pants amidst the wet gagging and the sloppy lewd slaps of Katsuki pounding into your cunt.

You’re jaded by the pleasure of the two men you love fucking you senseless. All logic flies out of the window. Fuck the aliens, fuck this entire situation, fuck your feelings or Katsuki’s feelings or Eiji’s feelings. Nothing else matters except what you want. And what you want is to be filled to the brim with Eijirou’s cum.

You can hardly control yourself when you pull away from his dick, a string of spit keeping you connected to him and look up into his eyes. You wrap both of your hands around his cock and he rocks his hips, slotting it between them.

Looking up at him, face covered in spit and cum, eyes shining brightly, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look so beautiful. But when you utter the next sentence he’s caught off guard, eyes wide as he stares down at you.

“Please Eiji… I want your cum. I want it. I want all of it. Don’t care about the aliens. I just want you.”

You can see his resolve crashing, crumbling like the walls of Jericho. All the logical arguments of being bred for the invaders tumbles out of his mind with every drag of his cock into your tight little fists. His eyes darken and he moves quickly, crawling down to where Katsuki is pushing up into your cunt. His balls slap against your ass like he’s punishing you, loud and sloppy as your slick makes them glisten.

Eiji grabs the little bottle of lube and pushes your body down so your forehead is touching Katsuki’s. Katsuki doesn’t pause his ministrations but he stretches to get a glimpse at what Eiji is doing. His eyes grow wide and then darken with lust when he puts it together. He grabs the back of your head and stares into your eyes as he slows his pace for just a moment.

“Be a good girl ok? Oi, look at me. Me and Ei, we’re gonna make you feel good, yeah? We’re gonna take care of you,” he coos in a husky voice.

You nod feverishly then smash your lips against his.

Cool slippery liquid slips down the crease of your ass and Eijirou’s thick finger is playing with your puckered hole. You hear him spit behind you and a blob of liquid slides through your cheeks. It’s filthy, so fucking filthy yet you poke your ass out and mewl for more.

He swirls the lube and Katsuki’s cum up and down your ass, messy squelching as he teases the entrance. Your eyes shoot open and you jerk up and away from his finger. Katsuki stills your body, digging his finger into your hips and smashing your face harder into his lips.

“It’s ok baby, relax. We’ll take care of you,” he hums against your lips.

You clear your mind, relaxing and putting your trust into the capable hands of the two men you would give your life for.

Eiji’s finger is long and thick, and when he pushes into your tight hole, you wince. He presses up against Katsuki’s cock pumping in and out of you and it makes your body go numb. He slowly moves in and out of your hole, adding another finger when your moans soften.

Both you and Katsuki tremble and shake with high pitched moans when Eijirou starts at the seam of Katsuki’s heavy balls and licks where he’s inserted inside your pussy, sucking the base of it and tasting his cum and your slick. He continues moving the tip of his tongue up until he’s licking your asshole, teasing it again.

You’re in bliss. Katsuki rocks against your sweet spot, grunting and pulling you down on his cock roughly. His fingers dig into your thick hips, and he bites your neck as he keeps your body pressed against his. With Eiji’s fingers in your ass and Katsuki pounding into your cunt, you feel weightless. Nothing could feel better than this moment.

Suddenly, Eiji pulls his finger from your ass, muttering something about being ready now. A sound you’ve never heard come from Eijirou rips throughout the room. A feral growl that borders on animalistic as he rubs the tip of his cock against your ass. You’re breathing heavy, still lost in the pleasure and placing sloppy kisses over Katsuki’s jaw.

When you feel the tip of Eiij’s cock at your ass, you pause and look back over your shoulder at him in apprehension. He’s thick and long. His dick is flushed, tip blushing as red as his hair. It’s throbbing in his hand like it has a mind of its own. The thick vein on the underside, the one you used to love feeling drag against the ridges of your pussy, looks threatening now that you think about it being stuffed inside your asshole.

He runs a large hand up your spine and grabs the back of your neck, pulls you up and curls over to kiss you passionately on the lips. Katsuki stops moving his hips and licks his lips as he watches the two of you with a wily grin.

Time seems to stand still when he pulls away from your lips and stares into your clouded eyes. “I love you,” he says softly and you nod in agreement. “I’ll be gentle baby. Do you trust me?”

You swoon at his sweet voice, he’s always able to hypnotize you with his charm. It’s one thing you love about him. You nod slowly. You’d agree to anything he said right now.

Your heart beats quickly and you clench again around Katsuki’s cock. He reaches up to massage your tits and whispers something about relaxing. Then Eiji pushes you forward and eases into you, slowly hissing as your ass stretches and sucks him in.

It hurts, it’s too much, way too much, but you don’t dare tell him to stop. You cry out, shut your eyes tight and bite into Katsuki’s shoulder as he wraps his strong arms around you.

He’s cooing soft words in your ear, licking and biting your earlobe, telling you how well you’re doing but his voice sounds so far away. All you can focus on is Eiji’s massive throbbing cock in your ass and Katsuki's twitching dick in your pussy.

Eiji’s groaning like a mad man, words stringing together so much it sounds like he’s speaking another language entirely but he praises the way you take him in. When he’s finally sheathed himself inside you, all three of you let out an exasperated whine.

You’ve never felt this full and you swear his dick is in your fucking stomach. The thought of being stuffed with both of their cum ignites the painful primal attraction to be bred again.

You scream as the heat inside you flares and burns your insides, “Move Eiji! Fuck!”

He’s always been in the business of giving you what you want and if you want his cum he’ll give it to you. He takes a deep breath, gives Katsuki a reaffirming look and they both start to pump inside of you slowly.

You can’t see, you can’t speak, all that matters right now is the sensation of both of their cocks ruining your insides.

You hear Katsuki grunt, “Shit, Ei, I can feel you inside her. Oh fuck, fuck you’re huge.”

Eijirou only responds by plunging himself deeper inside of you. He leans over you, his chest flush with your back and his cheek resting on your head.

“Gonna fill you up, babe. Gonna fill you up so you never forget me. Never,” Eiji moans and your entire body is shaking. The pain subsides into pleasure as your ass gapes around Eiji’s cock.

He drives his hips so roughly into your ass both you and Katsuki’s bodies thrust from the momentum. Slick, cum, spit, and lube create a concoction of lust and filth that string and web between your bodies as both men lose themselves in the hypnotic pleasure.

“I love you! I love you!” you scream and neither man knows which one you’re talking to but it doesn’t matter because you’re experiencing each other as one.

Your tongue hangs out the side of your mouth, drool dripping thick and wet down your chin, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re mewling again like a helpless baby.

Again you climb up the mountainous peak of pleasure but this time, you plunge over the edge full force. Your cunt spasms, you cry out so loud your voice goes hoarse and you see stars dancing in your vision. You squirt all over Katsuki’s dick and it’s the first time you’ve ever done this in your life. There’s a sharp pain on your shoulder and something warm dribbles down your arm.

Both men shoot wave after wave of hot sticky cum into both of your holes, and you feel like an inflated balloon as you collapse on top of Katsuki, spent and oozing white down your ruined cunt and thighs. Eiji detaches his sharp teeth from the shoulder he bit into as he painted your insides white. He kisses sensually down your spine as Katsuki holds you close to him, eyes shut and catching his breath.

The pain is finally gone, nothing but a distant memory and when Eiji picks you up to cradle your bruised body against his chest, you tear up again at the sound of his strong heartbeat. All of your limbs are tingling, your legs and pussy ache, you can barely keep your eyes open but you do to hold his beautiful face in your memory forever.

Katsuki walks over to the two of you, holding what looks like the red curtains hanging on the sliding doors. He tosses it to Eiji, quickly wipes his body off, and redresses in the corner across the room.

It’s silent as Eiji wraps you up in the curtain, gently wiping the blood from the bite mark on your shoulder and keeping you close to him. He’s so warm, huge hulking chest and arms wrapped protectively around you and you wish, no pray, that you can stay like this forever. Of course, that will never be the case.

“Hey…” Katsuki’s voice rings out in the silence. “I’m sorry for that. I… I know I’m a fucking scumbag for falling for a woman who was already taken. ’Specially one who was taken by my best friend.”

He struggles over every syllable, he hangs his head again, and doesn't dare look you or Eiji in the eye. Your stomach flips inside of you as your instincts kick in and you reach a hand out to comfort him.

“N..no…” you say weakly.

Eiji chuckles and it’s a beautiful sound, warm and loving and thrust you back to the time before everything went to shit.

“Aww come on man, don’t be such a downer!” he says laughing. Disbelief slowly makes its way onto Katsuki’s face and suddenly he’s back to his normal Katsuki pout and scowl.

Eijirou looks down to you in his arms now, love swimming in his eyes as he strokes your cheek softly. “It’s understandable. She makes it hard not to fall in love with her.”

Katsuki shakes his head and growls. “I woulda never done anything though Ei. You gotta know that. I ain’t in the business of fucking my best friend��s girl ok?”

“I get it man. You don’t gotta keep beating yourself up over this.”

This time he reaches out to Katsuki, and you stretch your neck to turn to look at him across the room with big pleading eyes. You see his ruby irises flicker to Eiji’s hand and then settle on your eyes before he sighs and takes two big strides over to you both. He bends down on one knee and grasps your hand, pulling it to rub against his cheek as he shuts his eyes and basks in the feeling of your soft skin against his.

“If you really wanna make it up to me you’ll make sure she stays alive and keep her safe,” Eijirou jokes, but Katsuki doesn’t let a second pass before he mutters back.

“I promise.”

Everything feels complete with your hand on his cheek and Eijirou's heartbeat booming in your ears. You sigh and close your eyes, taking in the small reprieve from danger. But just as quickly as the moment starts it’s brought to a swift end when all of you hear thumping downstairs.

“Shit! More of those things are coming!” Katsuki hisses.

Your heart speeds up and you feel Eiji’s fingers dig into your arms as his grip tightens protectively around you. He stares at the door of the bedroom with a frown, listening closely to the footsteps. Then he looks at you reluctantly, and you know what he’s thinking.

“No. No Eiji, come with us. Please,” you beg, holding him tightly. He kisses your forehead, closing his eyes as he lips press hard against your sweat drenched skin.

“I don’t know if the thing is truly gone or not. I’d be putting you more at risk,” he says to you tenderly.

He’s crying with you, tear drops falling onto your cheeks and lashes. One falls onto your lips and you lick the salty droplet before he bends down and kisses you deeply.

It’s the same kiss he gave you before he pushed you into Katsuki’s arms and sacrificed himself to make sure the two of you stayed safe. The night you thought lost him forever.

His teeth bump messily against yours and you lift up to run your fingers through his hair. You can feel your heart breaking again, shattering into tiny little pieces as his lips move against yours. You don’t want to let him go, afraid that if you do, this truly will be the last time you ever see him.

He pulls away from your lips then quickly carries you and places you into Katsuki’s arms. Katsuki cradles you against his chest, holds you tight and protectively, yet he doesn’t stop you from reaching out to grab Eijirou's arm.

“You gotta be brave for me, pretty girl. Let Kats take care of you. Will ya do that for me?” he says kissing your knuckles.

Through your tears you see your world crumbling, yet it’s still bright when he smiles reassuringly at you. Even if you don't believe everything will be ok, when Eiji smiles, the darkest nights shine brighter than the sun.

You nod, wiping away your tears as he looks at Katsuki and gives a quick nod toward the window. “Find any other survivors outside of the city, get her out of here, and promise me you’ll keep her safe.”

Katsuki bolsters you against his body with one arm, amazingly strong as he balances all your weight on his bicep, and reaches his hand out to Eiji with a determined grin.

“I will and I fucking promise, we’ll come back for you Ei. I ain’t leaving you here to die.”

He grasps his forearm tightly, fiery devotion blazing in his eyes. Then he readjusts his hold on you and quickly shuffles over to the window. The footsteps get closer as they bound up the stairs to the apartment.

Katsuki hurries and steps onto the balcony. Your eyes never leave Eiji’s. He stands at the window watching the two of you escape.

Before you’re out of hearing range you yell to him, ”I'll love you forever!”

You’re sure you’ll see him again, Katsuki will make sure of it. He promised him, the two of you will come back and save him. You will or you’ll die trying.

You take a deep breath of the chilly morning air, wipe the remaining tears from your face, and take one last look at the window slowly becoming smaller as you and Katsuki escape.

We’ll come back for you Eiji. I promise, you think to yourself. The last thing you see is his big toothy smile before he shuts the sliding door and turns to face the enemy.

Epilogue

Eijirou rolls his neck, grabbing his discarded pants from the floor and slipping them up his hulking frame. He stretches his limbs, turning away from the window to face the door of the bedroom intensely. He takes a deep breath, in and out as if readying himself for something big coming.

Salty iron sits on his tongue and he smacks his lips when he remembers how hard he bit into your shoulder. A ghostly shiver of pleasure runs down his spine when he remembers how tight you were around his cock. A shame he couldn’t experience your weeping cunt, but all’s fair in love and war.

Or...whatever that stupid human saying is.

He rolls his eyes when his partner strolls into the room, Denki, he believes this one is called.

“Took you all long enough, what was the hold up? I told you when you heard me speak in our language, wait a few minutes then make your way up!” he scolds, crossing his arms over his chest.

The blonde man, Denki—yes he’s sure now that’s what this one is called—sighs and puts his hand behind his head sheepishly.

“Yeah well, a lot of us got caught up and couldn’t really hear you over all the screaming and grunting. Is that really what it sounds like when they mate?” he asks, a hint of disgust in his expression.

Eijirou laughs and slaps a huge hand over his back. “You’ll understand when it’s your turn to find a woman and mate with her.”

Denki looks confused, he blinks at Eijirou, raising an eyebrow. “So you did mate with her? Then what was that big show of pretending the host was in charge again? And why are you letting them go?”

“I didn’t mate yet, but don’t worry. I’ll have my chance again very soon. And so will all of you. But first, they are gonna lead us to all the survivors. And once they do, the assimilation will finally be complete. Our species will be saved from extinction.”

Thanks for reading!

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these bandages will fix

krbk fix it for ch298. SPOILERS. kirishima might have left the room, but only cause he didn’t know bakugou would wake. it’s okay though, they’re working it out.

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Kirishima opens his eyes and Bakugou hasn’t moved at all. His hands are bandaged and his fingers crooked, just resting on top on bloodied sheets. Blond hair is plastered against his forehead and Kirishima blinks slowly, not reaching out. With his own cheek squished against the uncomfortable hospital chair they’ve reluctantly given him, Kirishima tries to breathe in without shuddering halfway through, but he fails.

It’s only been two days since … the fight, he woke up around noon yesterday. His lungs hurting, head throbbing, white fabric wrapping around his arms and legs and band-aids trying to cover the wounds on his face. Sleep didn’t come easy. Mina and Sero were alright, considering the circumstances. They got fixed up by doctors and nurses who only had pity in their eyes, heavy lashes moving as they promised them that they’d let them know if the other kids were found. They hadn’t said “when”. They said “if”.

Kirishima would be angry, would let the frustration seep out of his body and thrash, scream, burst - but there was no way he had the strength to even do more than just sit here. When his mom gently held his cheek yesterday she was so full of regret, her eyes swimming in the noise of unsaid words. He hadn't expected her to allow it, but she let him stay at the hospital anyway. The bag filled with clothes next to him remained untouched as he forced his body into his school uniform after she had left.

___

Bakugou’s breath falters every few seconds. He looks cold and sweaty at the same time but Kirishima doesn’t dare touch him, doesn’t dare move a limb of his body. The pure anxiety of making his situation worse holds him captive in his own mind, so all Kirishima does is sit and be quiet. His mother was kind enough to include some of his comics in the bag she brought him, so he skips over already read panels, fingers carefully turning fragile paper pages - but it's not enough to hold his attention. No matter where from, any sound makes his eyes jump up and he's still, not moving while he scans Bakugou's face for anything. He's out of luck each time.

Sometimes he gets up to check on the others, hopeful to find faces he still misses. Deku shows no signs of waking up, but Todoroki apparently moved a few times in the last hours. He doesn’t know about Uraraka. About Tokoyami. A stray mention of Denki makes him pause long enough for intrusive thoughts to wrestle their way into his brain, coating his insides with dark, biting ice. No time to lose hope yet, he repeats to himself. It's a mantra. No time to believe the nurses when they tell him they’re -

The door opens with a familiar squeak and he sees Yaoyorozu stepping into the room, giving Kirishima the smallest smile. “Any changes?” she asks quietly, not moving away from the door. Kirishima shakes his head, detangles himself from the chair he somehow made himself fit on. He stretches his arms above his head and walks closer to her. Never be too loud. Don’t make a sound Bakugou wouldn’t like. Can't afford missteps. “No. Hasn’t even moved a finger.” Yaoyorozu’s hand gently finds his shoulder, squeezes him. She knows the heavy emotion laid bare in the room, written in capital letters in Kirishima’s eyes, can see the fear clearly in the dark bags that show so obviously on his face. She knows it too well, maybe.

“I’m certain he will wake, Kirishima.” She squeezes again, just as someone else knocks on the door. They both turn to see Mina through the small window of the door, how she points across the hallway towards Todoroki’s room with a smile that couldn’t fool anyone, but it’s good enough for now. Kirishima looks back at Bakugou, the blinking screen next to his bed unchanging before he follows the girls into the hallway.

___

Noises of feet dragging and people yelling catch Kirishima’s attention. Todoroki is sitting upright in his bed, a pained smile drawn on his face as parts of his family fuss over him, his sister taking his hand ever so gently in hers. So Kirishima ducks out of the room only to run face first into Sero. His posture is terrible and exhaustion drips off his frame, but there's a lazy smile on his lips hanging unter red rimmed eyes.

“What’s happening here?” Sero huffs a laugh and points down the hallway and that’s when Kirishima’s breath catches for real. Bakugou easily drags Satou and Mineta after him, feet steady on the floor as he stalks his way towards Midoriya’s room.

“He woke up like 10 minutes ago and he’s already on a rampage," Sero says easily next to him. “He said he’s gonna kill Midoriya if he dies, I’d like to see him try.” Kirishima doesn’t move, he’s frozen solid in the small space he’s taking up, just staring after his best friend as he shoves the other two boys off him with ease. As if he hadn’t been in a coma for two whole days. Sero bumps into him with his shoulder. “We got there a second after he woke up, I think.” Still no movement. “He wasn’t alone, in case you’re thinking about that.”

Kirishima’s eyes snap up and they’re filled to the brim. Filled with guilt that’s threatening to spill any second now, hot tears laughing at him and calling him names. His lips are pressed together so tightly with the promise to not make a single sound. Anxiety rushes through his body, head to toe, filling him with uneasiness. He should've been there, he should have - Sero ruffles through his hair.

“Go talk to him, you big baby. He’s alright.”

There’s no time to thank his friend but Kirishima makes a mental note to do that later. Right now he’s gotta run towards Bakugou full speed, a little less full speed after a nurse yells at him to stop, but he’s moving fast anyways. He makes sure to not step on Satou on the floor as he zeroes in on Midoriya’s room.

Before he can open the door though All Might steps out, face strained and hunched over. Kirishima stares at him for a second, notices the bag in his hand. So All Might stayed in there for a while, that's what Kirishima assumes at least. It's been two days and he stayed with Bakugou for the majority of the time, but he hasn't seen All Might check up on him. He steps out of the way but doesn’t smile at the former symbol of peace as he brushes past him.

___

Bakugou stands lost at the foot of Midoriya’s bed. His hands are fisted lightly, the left one trembling to hold the shape but failing. Kirishima closes the door quietly, takes him in. He’s upright, standing on his own. Alive. Breathing. Moving. To not disturb whatever moment Bakugou’s having right now, Kirishima stays right next to the door, silently waiting for any kind of reaction.

It takes a while but when Bakugou turns it’s slow. He looks up at Kirishima and opens his mouth, snaps it shut immediately again.

“Hey.” Kirishima knows he sounds raspy and insecure, but it makes Bakugou’s eyes stay on him anyways. “Kirishima.”

And he looks broken. In so many ways that cannot be understood, but Kirishima wants to try anyway. Wants to hold, wants to care, wants to help. But he doesn’t move. He doesn't really know how to take the first step this time. “Todoroki just woke up. I was - I mean - I was there. Just now. When you, uh, woke up. I guess?”

Bakugou nods. “Alright.”

“I was in your room," Kirishima adds hastily, "the entire time. I feel so stupid right now.” Tears are spilling now, racing across warm cheeks. Kirishima drags his sleeve across his eyes to catch them. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up.”

Bakugou still just looks at him. His face unreadable but curious as he moves closer to Kirishima. “I know you were there. ”

“Huh??”

“You left your bag. Your phone too." He shuffles around uncomfortably.

"You’ve got a dumb lock screen, by the way.”

Everything comes to a halt when Bakugou’s bandaged fist easily knocks against his chest. His lock screen is a picture of the two of them together at the gym. A dumb selfie taken in the mirror with Bakugou flipping off the camera with a wild smile and Kiri’s arm slung over his shoulder securely. He loves this picture.

“Oh.”

So he’s not mad. Of course he figured it out, Kirishima's stomach twisted around anxiety for nothing. Suddenly he can stand tall again, weight lifted off his shoulder and heart. He pulls on Bakugou’s wrist to tug him closer, throws his arms over Bakugou’s shoulders and threads his fingers into the blond’s hair as gentle as his overwhelming emotions let him right now. To his surprise Bakugou allows it, snakes his own arms around Kirishima’s waist and lets his head fall easily into the nook where Kirishima’s neck finds his shoulder.

They hold each other for a while. Neither of them move, simply breathing the other in, basking in the warmth of an embrace so long overdue. Kirishima still sniffles but Bakugou doesn’t comment on it, he just moves his hands and twists his fingers into the white button down under the blazer, so close to skin. After a couple of minutes Bakugou detaches himself and nods towards the door. They leave Midoriya’s room together and Kirishima is quiet about the tear tracks on Bakugou’s cheeks.

___

The hallway is empty, thankfully. They’re both slow now, feet more dragging than lifting, fatigue finally catching up to their bodies. When they make it back to Bakugou’s room Kirishima halts and notices the mess he left behind. There’s his Crimson Riot comics on the chair, threatening to fall down any second. His phone lays on the white nightstand plugged into the charger, and next to it are two cups filled with water. His backpack is leaning against the hospital bed and his favourite bright red hoodie is draped across the wardrobe. It really didn’t look like there was no one in here and Kirishima’s entire body exhales at the sight. He follows Bakugou to his bed, picking at his fingernails.

“I wasn’t sure you’d wake up again.” Bakugou stops in his movement, halfway on the bed and one foot still on the floor. He turns his head and looks more beat than offended. “As if that little bit of-” Warmth spreads where Kirishima’s hand reaches for his face, rough palms against his skin without fear, no hesitation. “That wasn’t just “a little bit” of anything, Bakugou.” They’re staring at each other, holding gazes with more power that either of them have right now, and it’s Bakugou who drops first.

“I fucking know.”

He twists out of Kirishima’s grasp and slides back under the covers, pulls them all the way up under his chin and has the audacity to roll his eyes and huff at Kirishima’s red cheeks. “What are you staring at? Get the fuck in here.”

This wasn’t the day to argue. Suddenly all of the energy built up in his body evaporates, just slips out and leaves him hollow. The smile on his lips is wobbly as Kirishima lets his body slump forward and on the bed. He carefully moves around, doesn’t want either of their injuries to hurt. But Bakugou just shoves him under the covers, grabs his hand and puts it right back on his cheek, covers it with his own hand. It’s still trembling, Kirishima notices.

“Thank you.”

“For what.”

“For waking up?”

Bakugou snorts. “‘m sure you did fucking amazing out there, too.”

“Well I didn’t end up in a coma, so…”

“Show-off.”

Kirishima smiles at him, eyes finally dry and lungs free. His thumb caresses Bakugou’s cheekbone, slides under his eye and in a moment of unadulterated courage he moves closer, knocking their foreheads together and earning a pained huff from Bakugou as his eyes close.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

He hears the choked up sound from his friend, but his eyelids are so heavy. No way he can open them again.

“Likewise, I guess.”

Kirishima would chuckle now. Usually he would. But he doesn’t. He bumps their noses together lightly, feels the corners of his lips tug upwards as he notices Bakugou isn’t pulling back. And after a couple of minutes of calm silence between them, skin touching, hearts beating close to another, they both fall asleep again.

Safe and sound.

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