Physical Therapy
*MINORS DNI*
Sex Therapist Kirishima x Assistant Bakugo x Reader
Warnings: A lot of kinks are mentioned, but things actually involved: orgasm denial, fingering, oral (f receiving), double penetration, dom/sub interactions, inappropriate use of relationship (not really power play just dr/patient), anal, masturbation (m), use of " daddy" "sir" "babygirl.", sexxx, some degradation and praise
W.C.: 4.9K
Sunday
"Come on, Y/N. There's nothing wrong with you okay? Seriously, it's not your fault you haven't met anyone that could satisfy you," your best friend, Mina, tried to reassure you over the phone. "You have certain kinks and they're necessary for you. There's nothing wrong with that. Look, if it would make you feel better, I know someone that might be able to put your mind at ease. He's the best rated sex therapist, I'm talkin hella awards and great reviews. I'll send you his office info so you can make an appointment."
"Mina, really? A sex therapist? I don't know...it's fucking embarassing. I feel broken."
"Y/N, you're not broken and I promise going to see him will make you feel a fuck ton better. Just trust me on this, okay? Please? Just go to one appointment and see how you feel."
"Alright, alright. One appointment. Thank you, Mina love youuuuu bye."
Letting out a heavy sigh, you couldn't help but wonder how you found yourself here. This used to not be a problem. You could sleep with someone, have a great time, and go on about your life. Now, though, no one can make you cum. No one. It's not like they're not down to experiment or give you what you ask for, they just don't do it...right? You can't even pinpoint the problem, honestly, but after almost six months of this hell, you're feeling a bit desperate.
Muttering, "Why the fuck not...," you pulled up the contact information Mina sent.
"Dr. Kirishima, huh? Alright doc, let's see if you can fix me."
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Monday
Nervous, who? Nervous, you, bitch. Why you were so nervous? You had no idea. Maybe it was because this problem of yours was a bit embarrassing for you. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that this man was absolutely fucking gorgeous. You looked him up after you spoke to his receptionist to set your appointment and holy god did you regret it. You almost canceled your appointment but the thought of being scolded by Mina stopped that ship before it sailed.
Just the thought of telling this god-like man your very intimate problem was enough to make you sweat. Surely there's no way he could relate or understand, right? You've had to remind yourself at least a dozen times that he had a doctorate and his reviews said nothing negative, uncomfortable, or unprofessional. This is literally his job. Chill. Taking a deep breath, you walk through the door, to the receptionist's desk.
"Hi, you must be Miss L/N. Have a seat, Dr. Kirishima will be with you shortly."
Taking in your surroundings, you felt much more at ease than you assumed you would. The eucalyptus and lavender scent filling the air definitely helped until the door across the room opened, revealing the man of the hour.
"Hi, Miss Y/N? I'm Dr. Kirishima, but please, call me Eijirou. Are you ready?"
Okay so, seeing him in theory and in person turned out to be two very different things. His long red hair tied up in a half bun with pieces framing his face. The crisp red button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up accentuated his thick, veiny forearms and showed off his tattoos. Don't get started on his black dress pants that hugged his thick thighs that you wanted to ri-
"Miss Y/N? Are you alright?"
"Oh my god, yes, I'm so sorry. I just zoned out for a minute," you said, offering an apologetic smile and nervous giggle.
His office was simple but just as laid back as the lobby. A desk and chair to one side of the room while a table and two couches on either side resided on the other. You immediately took notice of a blonde man sitting on one of the couches, a notebook in hand, scribbling away furiously. You had the hots for Kirishima and you'd definitely take this one for a ride too. Blonde spiky hair in a buzzed undercut, crimson eyes boring into yours, his black shirt also rolled up at the sleeves showing the same amount of tattoos as his...boss? Coworker?
"Okay, Y/N, this is Bakugo. He's my assistant and he'll be sitting in during our sessions if that's alright with you."
"Oh of course, I don't mind at all. Where do you want me?" You asked innocently enough, but the potential double meaning wasn't lost on anyone.
"Just on the opposite couch is fine, Y/N. Since this is our first session, I'd really like to hear whatever problem you may be having and also do an assessment test before you leave today, if you're comfortable with that. Now, when you made your appointment, you said your reason for visiting us is because no one satisfies you, is that correct?"
"Um, yes and it's not necessarily from lack of trying. They're willing and definitely able to do what I need but it's not...good enough? I'm honestly not sure that's an adequate phrase, but that's all I've got right now," you explained, suddenly finding the hem of your shirt very fascinating.
"I see. How long has this been happening? Has this affected you in any other way in your daily life? Also, if you don't mind answering, are you able to bring yourself to climax?" Eijirou asked, red eyes peering at you through his black-framed glasses.
"I think it's been about six months and I mean besides making me think I'm actually broken? No. And uhh...yes I can," you chuckled.
"Well, Y/N, you're definitely not broken, let me make that abundantly clear. From what I can tell so far, it seems that while they have an understanding of your needs, they're still not being met because they don't have an understanding of you. How your mind and body respond or when to do the things you need when you need them. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I think so. Basically, I'm not being deprived or...rewarded...when I need to be?"
"Exactly. You need a partner, or partners, that know what they're doing. In other words, if your assessment reveals you're a submissive which I'm thinking you are, you'd need an experienced dom. And for that, I would recommend going to a club," Eijirou suggested. "You haven't taken the acclimation test yet and I still want you to, but that's my base assessment of you for now; you're a submissive that needs someone educated to take control."
Bakugo stood up and approached you, handing you the assessment test, "We do these a little different than most. Instead of basic 'are you into this or not' we use the stoplight reference like you would during an actual scene or play. Mark red for no, yellow if you're curious or willing to try it, green for an absolute yes. Good?"
"Got it, thank you, Bakugo." The shy smile and blush creeping over your cheeks under his intense gaze didn't go unnoticed by either male, but Bakugo just smirked and returned to his seat.
Kirishima stood, and ushered you to the door with a very large hand on the small of your back, "Okay, Y/N, you can take those home with you. Take your time, fill them out as you see fit. Be sure to bring them back for our next session and we'll all be sure to discuss your results, in detail," shooting you a knowing look as he closed his office door and turned back to look at Bakugo.
'Why the hell did that sound so suggestive,' you wondered.
"Ah, man, I think we found her," he said.
Bakugo smirked in reply, "Oh yeah. Watch she's gonna be a total freak."
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Tuesday
"Mina, he has an assistant now and they're both so fucking hot. I've never wanted to fuck someone more than those two men. How the hell am I supposed to put all my freaky shit out there and then they want to discuss them?! I'm gonna die if I go back."
Sighing as you flop down on your bed, Mina lays next to you and pats your hand, "Ohhh, Y/N, you'll be fine. In fact, it should be easier to talk about it with them if they're really that hot. Maybe you'll find out what kind of stuff they're into...hmmm? Maybe they'll give you a little...group project to do," she said waggling her eyebrows.
If you were being completely honest with yourself, you would absolutely fuck them both in their office. Would it be wrong to do so? Who fucking cares, not you that's for sure. Morality be damned as far as you're concerned.
Not that it actually mattered anyway. This was just a fantasy that you're sure many before you have had. Oh well, a girl can dream, right?
"Okay, as hot as that would be, it's not gonna happen. They were entirely too professional for that, Mina. Their hands were huge though...makes ya wonder...," you said, trailing off and giggling.
"So, you're gonna go back right? I mean other than them being totally 1000% fuckable, you said they helped."
"Yeah...I probably should. They really already told me my problem but I'd like to know if there's something else I could do or try to solve it. So yeah, I'll go back on Saturday."
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Saturday
Today was the day. Kirishima knew it, Bakugo knew it, you knew it and you were all a combination of anxious and excited. Granted, you were feeling that for a different reason but it's fine.
Noticing the secretary missing, you were worried you mistook the time of your appointment until the door swung open and you were greeted by that devilishly handsome sharp-toothed smile.
"Y/N, come on in and get comfortable. I assume you brought your assessment back with you?"
"Hi, Eijirou, Bakugo. Yes, sir, I did," you smile sweetly as you hand him the papers and take your seat opposite Bakugo.
Sitting down and leaning over so Bakugo could read, they analyzed your results, making little comments here and there.
Bakugo snorted, "Well you're definitely consistent. I think you're the most consistent sub I've ever seen, actually."
"Knife play is green, blood play is green, anal is yellow, oral is green, face fucking is green, choking is green, degradation and praise are both green, humiliation is yellow-"
"Oh uhh, sorry, yeah," you interjected, "That's yellow because I don't like extreme humiliation but I do enjoy it otherwise...sorry just thought I'd clarify. Please, continue."
Nodding, Kirishima and Bakugo returned their gazes to the papers in front of them, "Noted. Breeding kink is green, mutual masturbation is green, spitting is green, daddy kink, power play names like 'sir' are green. Impact play, cum play, biting, thigh riding, bondage, even branding are all green. Oh and orgasm denial, huh?" Kirishima mused, occasionally letting his gaze wander to your exposed thighs, not missing the way you were trying to subtly rub them together. Lightly bumping Bakugo who's attention was immediately turned to you to witness your dilemma with very hungry eyes.
You couldn't bear to look at them. For some reason, every bone in your body was screaming at you to look at everything except the two men in front of you.
"Um, yeah...it's a lot I guess," you confirmed, giggling nervously.
"Oh not at all. I mean, yes, there are quite a few but that's nothing to be ashamed of. Right, well Y/N, I can confidently say you are a true submissive based on how you answered the rest of the questions. Would you agree with that?" Kirishima asked.
Finally meeting the two pairs of red eyes across from you, immediately regretting it because of the wave of arousal that flooded between your thighs, you managed to whisper, "Most definitely."
"Hmm, should we get started then?" Bakugo asked, standing and striding over to you.
"Yes I think we should...what do you think Bakugo? Denial first?" Kirishima asked as he also made his way to you.
Bakugo hummed in response and kneeled in front of you, grasping your chin between his thumb and fingers, watching your eyes widen, he applied a little pressure, "What's your safeword, Y/N?"
"Red," came your breathless reply.
A low chuckle rumbled behind you as Kirishima settled you between his thighs, your back pressed to his chest, "Now, is that for a reason other than the stoplight method?"
"No comment," you whispered.
You sigh as you feel Bakugo's hands travel up your thighs and under your skirt, moving your panties to the side. Meanwhile, Kirishima made quick work relieving you of your shirt to lift your bra over your tits. Moving his fingers to tease and graze ever so lightly over your nipples. His mouth latching onto your pulse point to lick and suck until his mark was present.
Your mind was racing. Not only were you in the presence of two of the most gorgeous men you've ever laid eyes on but they were touching you?? Not just touching you...but TOUCHING you?!
'There is no way in fucking hell this is actually happening right now. Have I gone mad? I obviously have. Holy fucking shiiiiiiiiiiit...'
A short chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts and brought your attention to Bakugo, his eyes half-lidded and filled to the brim with lust. He licked his lips and met your gaze before speaking, "You do not cum without permission, do you understand me? Say it."
"Yes, daddy. I can't cum without permission."
"Wow, look at that, Eijirou...she's already so obedient, goddamn," he says, a sinister smirk enveloping his features as his eyes fall back down to your exposed pussy.
"Of course she is...she's a good girl," Eijirou coos into your neck, "I wonder how long it'll take before she's our dirty little slut though," his voice dropping down to a low rumble that vibrated through your body made your walls clench.
Bakugo chuckled lightly as he watched your body react to Kirishima's words. Dragging a knuckle through your folds before pushing his middle finger inside you, you heard him whisper, "Need'ta taste you..." as he dipped his head down to latch his lips around your clit.
"Remember the plan, Bakugo," Kirishima muttered, putting his middle fingers in your mouth to wet them and rub gentle circles over your nipples while his teeth sank into your neck.
Bakugo didn't answer. He just pushed another finger into you while he sucked your clit, giving little licks ever so often. Writhing and mewling, you were fine riding this building high until he suddenly curled his fingers up and pushed his tongue flat against you.
"F-fuck, daddy...gonna...oh god...please...let me cum...," you pleaded. You squirmed in Eijirou's arms, your hips rising to grind against Bakugo's tongue and fingers until you felt his hand land a sharp slap to your inner thigh. A hand gripped your jaw, turning your head so you had no choice but to meet Eijirou's amused stare, "No," he stated.
Bakugo pulled his face and fingers from your exposed core, licking his lips, grinning like a madman while Kirishima still held your face, watching your features contort from your disappointment, and hearing you whimper from the loss.
Readjusting your bra and shirt with one hand, Eijirou said, "You will not cum until we see you at your next session. Which is in...how many days, Bakugo?"
"Six days, Kiri. Y/N's next session is in six days."
"Six days. If myself or Bakugo think you've disobeyed us in that time, there will be consequences, do you understand?" Eijirou asked. He smirked at your dumbfounded expression but then raised an eyebrow at your lack of response.
A light slap to your cheek brought you out of your stupor long enough to provide a, "Yes, sir, I understand."
"Good girl. We'll see you next time, Y/N. Have a good weekend," sending you on your way with a devious grin.
Eijirou and Bakugo were both extremely enamored. Not just because you were cute and sexy at the same time, which was insane to them, but because you were so pliable. You were perfect. "Fuck, she's fun, bro."
Bakugo chuckled, still relishing your taste on his fingers, "Yeah she fuckin is."
'Oh my fucking god. This is how I die. They really just fucking did that, holy fuck. Oh holy fucking FUCK...wait. How the fuck am I supposed to not cum for six days????'
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Six Days Later; Friday
Bakugo lifted your hips, driving his cock into you, "Fuck, Y/N, m'gonna cum...gonna cum inside this pretty little pussy. You want that, baby? Yeah ya do...you wanna be good for us, right? Wanna be our good little whore, yeah?"
Dazed and fucked out to the fullest extent of the word. You'd never, ever felt this satisfied from a man before and you weren't even close to being done. What the fuck is that beeping noise?!
*beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep*
"Oh holy fuckin shit."
Just a dream...okay...whewww...
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Your appointment started innocently enough, Kirishima asked if you'd abided by their rule and you confirmed. You talked about what you'd like in further sexual encounters with others, Bakugo and Kiri, silently, devoting their allegiance to your requests and that's when Bakugo pounced. He couldn't help it. You just looked so precious and fuckable...submissive and breedable, if you will.
"Strip, now."
And who the fuck were you to deny that request?
Bakugo walked to you, sliding his hands up your bare thighs, "So...you want to be used, hmmm? You wanna be someone's fuck toy? Just a little cum dump?"
"Y-yes..."
A slap stinging your inner thigh and ringing through the air brought you back, "M'sorry, yes, daddy I wanna be used...," you corrected.
Grabbing your jaw and turning your face to Kirishima, Bakugo taunted, "Look at her, Eijirou. She's gonna be such a good little whore for us once we're done with her."
Kirishima's gaze slid over your exposed body before he walked to you, kneeling to meet your line of sight, "You want him to fuck you, don't you?" Patronization seeping through the deep, sultry tone of his voice, "You want Bakugo to fuck you stupid and me to watch, hmm? Lucky for you, that's exactly what I intend to happen. If you're a good girl, you'll have a surprise before you go. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Bakugo's grip on your face strengthened before he asked, "What's your safeword, Y/N?"
"Red."
"And what are you to call me and Eijirou right now?"
"Daddy and Sir."
"Good girl," Bakugo said, letting your face free, and kneeling between your legs, his face just inches from your exposed core.
"Fuckin hell, Eijirou, she's dripping...she definitely deserves a reward...," dragging a finger against your slit, Bakugo needed you more than he'd needed anyone. Could he explain it? No. Did he need to? No. Not now, anyway. He just *needed* to fuck you.
Rubbing teasing circles over your clit, his other hand parting your folds to push two fingers inside you, much like last time. Since they had edged you six days ago, you were already very much on edge, ready to let go at any second. You had to admit you were morbidly curious as to what would happen if you came without permission but before you could continue that thought, Bakugo curled his fingers up and wrapped his lips around your clit. Your back arched as you let out the most lewd moan to ever fall from your lips, one hand flying into Bakugo's hair the other pinching and teasing your nipples.
A deep, rumbling chuckle made your eyes snap to Eijirou before widening at the delicious sight in front of you. He had pulled up a chair next to Bakugo, ensuring he would get an amazing view of your pussy being devoured, his huge hand slowly stroking his length. Your mind hazy from not only the sight alone but from the sheer size of him. Long, a slight upward curve, and girthy with small veins running up his shaft. A prominent one along the underside leading to the pretty flushed red tip that was practically drooling pre.
Your mouth watered and your walls clenched just thinking about how he would feel inside you. Stretching your walls, filling you, pushing every thought out of your mind until all that was left was his cock.
Kirishima's gaze met yours and he smirked, "Remember the rules, babygirl?"
"F-fuck...yes...sir. D-don't..hnnnn...cum without-fuck-without permission," you stuttered out in between gasps.
Bakugo breathed out a contented hum against your pussy before leaning back to look at you. Taking in the light sheen covering your forehead, the flush of your cheeks creeping down your neck, your parted lips releasing the most sinful moans and sighs he's ever heard. The way your body would shiver and break out in chills when his fingers caressed that perfect spot against your walls.
"You wanna cum, pretty girl? Hmm? You wanna make a mess on my fingers?"
You only whined in response to which Bakugo landed a sharp slap to your inner thigh before reaching up to grip your throat, "I asked you a fuckin question. Be a good little whore and use your words or I'll leave you like this for another week," he snarled.
"Oh god...wanna cum on your tongue, daddy, pleeease..."
Smirking, he removed his fingers and held them up for Kirishima to see, "Fuckin look at that, Kiri. Such a messy cunt all for us."
Moving his fingers to rub tight circles and figure eights around your clit, he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue until he felt your hips lift. Plunging the thick muscle into you in one move, he moaned, pulling back his words were muffled, "Fuckin missed how you taste, Princess."
Sliding your gaze over to Kirishima, you saw him fucking up into his fist, a steady line of precum coating his shaft. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth, brows furrowed, heavy pants falling from his lips. His eyes rose from watching Bakugo tongue fuck you to stare into yours and that was it.
"Fuck, fuck, oh holy shit...daddy...please. I'm gonna, g-onna, please let me cum...please oh my god, daddy..."
Bakugo was too lost, too drunk on your arousal, bewitched by the way your thighs trembled around his head to answer you. Kirishima heard you, but would he give you relief?
Eijirou groaned, "Ahh, fuuuuuck...cum, babygirl. Cum on his tongue...wanna see you fall apart..."
You all but screamed as your release wracked through you. Your body convulsing with the first orgasm you'd had in months and it was pure ecstasy. Heat flooding through your body as Bakugo's tongue lapped up your cum, grunting and moaning how good you tasted.
Coming down, you noticed Kirishima taking deep breaths, trying to stop himself from cumming while he stared straight at your pussy, watching Bakugo rise up and lick his lips.
"You ready, Bakugo?" Kiri asked.
"Oh fuck yeah..."
You watched Eijirou stand and walk over to you, a hungry, feral look in his eyes. Bakugo stood and stripped revealing his thick, veiny cock. Not as long as Kirishima's but good god was it thick. Flushed a pretty and angry pink at the tip, veins running all over, hard and dripping pre just from eating you out.
You licked your lips at the sight making him chuckle and whisper, “Maybe next time, Princess.”
"I know anal is yellow for you so we'll take it slow, okay? Any time you're uncomfortable, use your safeword. Do you understand?" Kirishima asked.
"Yes, sir. I understand."
"Good girl. Now, I'm gonna prep you while Bakugo keeps you entertained."
The man in question picked you up so he could lay down and settle you on his hips, "You good, baby?"
"I'm okay, daddy," you whispered, "Just want you inside me..."
He didn't need to be told twice. He knew you were ready for him and he wanted to distract you from the discomfort you were sure to feel before the pleasure. Bakugo wrapped his hands around your hips, lifting and settling you at the tip of his length, holding you there while Kirishima lubed his fingers.
Eijirou pressed soft kisses to your shoulder as his finger prodded against your ass, "Just relax for us, babygirl...I know it feels weird right now but it'll feel amazing when we're through. You trust us, yeah?"
"Yes, sir."
"Bakugo, now."
At Kirishima's command, Bakugo fully sheathed himself into you as Kiri slowly pushed his fingers in, scissoring and stretching you for his dick.
"Holy fucking...oh my god...," you gasped. Your body tensed, digging your fingers into Bakugo's chest you whimpered, "umm...yellow, maybe?"
Bakugo was worried. He'd never done this before and the thought of you being uncomfortable was driving him crazy, "Yellow? Okay do I stay here or..like who baby? Please tell me..."
"No, wait. I'm fine, really. I just need a minute to adjust and breathe. Yellow means slow, right? I'm fine, I just need a second to adjust. Maybe, us stay here while Eijirou moves? You feel really good in me, daddy..."
"We'll stay like this while Kiri preps, okay? Does that sound okay, baby?" Bakugo asked.
"Yes, daddy," you said, feeling Bakugo press gentle kisses along your jaw and neck, "that's perfect."
Capturing your lips in a heated and sloppy kiss, Bakugo slowly but surely took away the discomfort of Kiri stretching you out, toying with your nipples, biting and sucking along your chest and neck.
Kirishima was usually the softer of the two so he was definitely confused at the sudden role reversal but went along with it anyway, "Such a good girl for us, hmmm? You gonna let us fuck you at the same time? Goddamn you're a good little slut, Y/N...we'll take good care of you, I promise," he said while working his fingers into you.
Finally stretched enough, Eijirou nodded at Bakugo before saying, "You use your safeword at any time. I'm serious, Y/N. At any point you feel you can't or don't want to continue, say it and everything stops. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. I understand. I'm good now, though. I promise."
You took a deep breath as Eijirou pressed into you, Bakugo stealing your whimpers with soft but passionate kisses until Kiri was fully sheathed. Letting you adjust, Kirishima laid gentle kisses along your shoulders and spine while he rubbed comforting circles along your lower back. Bakugo laying kisses across your collarbones and neck while murmuring soft praises against your skin.
Slowly, you started to rock your hips against the dynamic duo. And holy fuck could you feel how fucking full you were.
Brain: empty. How full: yes.
That was it.
"Hnnnng...fuck, Y/N...Kiri I dunno how long I can last like this...fuck..."
"Bakugo, hold off. This is for Y/N, remember that. How do you feel, babygirl?" Eijirou asked.
"S-sooo...full...s'good...want you to move...please..."
Rocking his hips into you, he felt you tighten, Bakugo felt your walls pulse, "Sir...daddy...please fuck me..."
As much control as they had, it had nothing on your request. As soon as those words left your lips, they were moving in tandem. One was in, the other out.
Kirishima completely enraptured by you and Bakugo absolutely pussy drunk, you didn't stand a chance.
Lifting your hips to drive deeper into you, "Good girl, such a good fuckin girl...god dammit you feel so good. Fuck! Goddamn, Eiji doesn't she feel good? Wanna feel you cum on my cock...can you do that? You wanna be a good girl for us, right?" Bakugo chanted, the words leaving him before he even registered them.
"Fuckin hell, babygirl...you're taking us so well...," Kirishima pushed a hand against your lower abdomen, making you cry out, as he leaned forward to brush his lips against your ear, and whispered, "You feel that? That's Bakugo filling you that deep."
Feeling you tremble and your legs shake, hearing your panting and moaning increase, Bakugo knew you were close.
"You wanna cum, baby? You know what you have to do..." Bakugo grunted, driving his cock impossibly deeper into you.
"Tell your daddy what you want, babygirl. Tell him how good you feel. Be a good little whore and use your words, yeah?" Eijirou prompted.
"Oh god...I love you fillling me...wanna cum...wanna be more full...fill me with your cum...please...daddy...sir...fill me..."
"Holy fuck, baby," Bakugo groaned, "Cum. Cum on my dick. Make a mess f'me, baby. Wanna see you fall apart on me, c'mon..."
"Cum, babygirl...we wanna breed that sweet little pussy...cum so we can take turns, yeah?" Eijirou taunted. "Shit...m'gonna...fuck...gonna cum...fuuuuuck"
Your back arched, body pulsing, "Oh god...daddy...sir...fuuuuck...please don't stop oh gooooodddd," you whimpered as your release washed over you, feeling their cum flood your body.
'Okay...maybe I'm not broken...,' you thought as they slipped out of you. Bakugo pressed his back against one of the glass paned walls while Eijirou picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pinned your back against Bakugo.
'Round two then?'
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"Aftercare is always important. Honestly, it's probably the most important for subs and doms alike," Kirishima explained.
"Oh I know this. It's to ground everyone involved. We all need to reconnect on an intimate level to make sure we're all okay."
"Exactly, baby. Such a good girl...can we keep her, Eiji?" Bakugo asked.
"Of course, if she wants to stay..."
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