And when days like these come up, he knows he can count on his best friend to save him.
-END-
🧡🤍❤️
With a sigh, Kirishima holds his hand up, “…give me the fucking bitch cup.”
Eijirou should move. This...this was surely crossing some sort of line, some boundary, but before he could say or do anything, Katsuki's breath hitched.
“I’m good with it. I’m so fucking good with it.” Tetsu smiled weakly.
Okay. Threeway it was. PowerPoint for the win.
But Kirishima didn’t answer. He just shook his head quickly, a sudden tightness in his jaw.
But then, just as quickly as he left, Kirishima turned around, determination clear in each of his steps.
“Yes.” The affirmation was a whisper.
Then their lips met.
Fat is quick to lift him back to his feet and dust him off.
“Woah, kid- careful now.”
Kaminari mock-saluted. “Yes, sir!”
Kirishima’s smile turned dark as Kaminari and Mina fled the room. /Let them all be afraid./
🩸🌊🩸🌊🩸
It was less of a question and much more of a statement.
Mina nodded and held out her hand.
Tetsu looked at it for a moment before taking her hand.
She held on tightly and pulled him to the shore.
“I didn’t try. I did.” Katsuki smirked viciously at his best friend. “I’m your mommy now, bitch.”
His palm was callused but not in the right way. His fingers were thick but not thick enough.
It wasn’t Eijirou touching him. It wasn’t his alpha.
And he wanted his alpha.
🗃️
"At least pull out!"
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“Tell Nighthide it was fun playing with him while the fun lasted.”