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Bakugou accidentally got himself a dragon.
He was young and stupid, it was his first adventure, first time away from home as a responsible adult.
And like any responsible adult allowed to be away from home for the first time, he got too drunk and made a stupid bet in a random pub.
Fortunately, he won.
And got lumbered with a tiny little stupid dragon.
Maybe he should have asked more questions when the old, toothless man he was gambling with started giggling behind his sleeve when Bakugou had drunkenly agreed to the man's terms.
But he won, so it was whatever.
It didn’t matter that he’d put all his possessions on the line.
Even if his side of the deal was… erm…
A red, football-sized lizard that, bless him, wasn’t very bright.
He’d still named the reptile – Eijiro – after he’d tried to set the stupid creature free one night by plopping him on a rock and running away. But no matter where he put the little dumpling, he still kept coming back, chasing after Katsuki like it was a game.
After that, Bakugou didn’t have the heart to get rid of him. He wasn’t a total monster, after all.
Eijiro Kirishima was his full name, the latter half of his name being his dragon species.
Eijiro regularly ran into things, especially when he was chasing something – butterflies usually – as those were more or less the only things he could catch. Sometimes he’d run after a bird high in the sky, flapping his stupidly little wings that Bakugou was sure would never get his chubby belly off the ground.
But Eijiro was growing rapidly, and as the weeks turned into months, months into seasons, and seasons into years, it wasn’t long before Eijiro had grown from the size of a football to that of a reasonably large dog.
It was rapid growth for a dragon, and Bakugou wondered if the creature had been put under some sort of enchantment to stunt its growth, as it would usually take hundreds of years for it to reach that size. So maybe Eijiro was catching up.
But, whatever, Katsuki wasn’t going to start complaining because hopefully, he’d have a proper dragon and not some over-excited puppy.
That would be cool.
But although Bakugou would never admit it, he would miss his little dragon. Already the big lump was getting too much to sit on his lap, especially on horseback. And instead, Eijiro would have to trot along beside Katsuki, whining pitifully, nipping at the horses' hooves only to be kicked in the face by the unimpressed animal.
But Eijiro’s rapidly growing size didn’t stop him if he could help it, and he would still snuggle up to Bakugou every night, tunnelling his way through any sheets or capes or coats that the barbarian was using for warmth to snuggle under the blond’s chin. If it were especially cold, Eijiro would wrap around Bakugou’s back, sheltering him.
Bakugou didn’t mind, the reptile was like a breathing radiator and as the winter months were now creeping in, he appreciated the warmth.
Even if he was occasionally kicked in the back when the stupid lizard dreamed of chasing rabbits.
It was almost as if Eijiro didn’t realise just how big he was. He’d still run and jump on Bakugou when he’d found something exciting in the bushes, totally winding the blond in the process, or he’d leap into the hot spring Katsuki was trying to unwind in, almost drowning him.
The dragon would jump on beds, Bakugou’s back when he was bent over to tie his laces or grab something, even onto tables when people were trying to eat.
Of course, Eijiro was only allowed to be out and about like that around people Katsuki trusted, such as his family whenever he ventured home, or the small band of idiots that sometimes accompanied him on his quests and adventures.
But not this time.
This excursion Bakugou was alone, alone for the first time in a little while, actually. And it was odd only having Eijiro for company. Not that that stopped him from talking to the dragon, Eijiro could understand him, or at least to some degree, because he would respond appropriately, even if it was just in yaps and snaps of his jaws, wags with that massive tail that Eijiro blatantly wasn’t aware of the size of.
It was fucking cold though, far too cold for Bakugou who wasn’t acclimatised to the winter chills of the south. He knew they would be in trouble soon when even Eijiro started slowing down, walking so close to Bakugou in an attempt to sap some of his body heat.
“I’ll get us somewhere warm for the night,” Katsuki muttered, feeling Eijiro nuzzle into his hand even through his cape, “we will set out again in the morning,” He squinted up at the sky, surveying the dark, heavy clouds, “maybe…” He added, “If it doesn’t fucking snow.”
Eijiro just whined in response, trailing after Katsuki who was already subconsciously following signs for a nearby inn.
Thankfully, it didn’t take them long to find it, and Katsuki was shoving his fat lizard into a sack just as the heavens decided to open.
“Good timing…” He muttered, half carrying, half rolling Eijiro through the doors of the inn. Immediately, Katsuki was hit in the face by the welcoming, warm smell of an open, roaring fire, hops and cooking meat. His stomach growled, or maybe that was Eijiro. Either way, he gave the lizard a light booting in a silent warning to behave before moving forward anymore.
He headed to the main bar, asking for a room in a relatively polite manner to not draw attention to himself.
“We’re full,” The man behind the counter replied in a gruff, low voice, “at least we’re full here in the main building, the storm rolling in drew people.”
“That’s fine,” Bakugou tried to keep his voice low, calm, tried not to give anything for Eijiro to start squealing about, “got anything else?”
“Some buildings out back,” The innkeeper shrugged, still polishing a metal tankard almost absently, “they’re not perfect, but they’re warm and dry, and you can light a fire for yourself.”
“Fine,” Bakugou agreed hastily, not at all bothered by the lack of home comforts. Nick-nacks weren’t exactly his thing anyway. “How much?”
He paid, and the tender gave Katsuki a large key and some instructions as to how to get to the outbuildings. He even offered to bring some food and ale, which once more Bakugou agreed to.
The building out back wasn’t even all that bad. It was certainly dry, and that was the main thing. It almost looked like a partially converted barn, of sorts. The walls were solid, made of thick, stacked stone, and the floor was set, compact mud, mostly hidden by shaggy, worn rugs.
There was even an open fireplace that Katsuki quickly set to work fixing up, leaving Eijiro to roam around for a bit. The dragon liked to do that wherever they decided to set up camp, Katsuki assumed it was an instinctual thing, he was just assessing his surroundings, securing his territory, making sure they were safe and whatnot.
That’s what Bakugou assumed anyways when the dragon huffed and puffed his way around the inside of the building.
“Stop making a fuss,” Bakugou grunted, not bothering to look over his shoulder at the creature who he was sure was prowling around a corner. “We’ve even got a bed.”
It wasn’t quite a bed, more of a mound of quilts and sheets – but that was a lot more than they had been used to recently.
“Oi, make yourself useful and go and get some more wood, will you?”
Eijiro huffed, but the soft padding of lizard paws faded as the dragon slunk out the front door. Hopefully, he would keep himself out of sight enough.
But the rain had turned into wet snow by this point, and it was picking up rapidly by the time the innkeeper came by with their food and ale – or at least Bakugou’s food and ale, but he’d just about learnt to share.
But as Katsuki made himself comfortable by the small fire, he realised there was still no Eijiro.
“Fucking lizard,” He hissed, thinking briefly about going to find the damn creature. But he thought better of it when the wind howled through the cracks in the door. He shrugged instead. “He’ll be fine.”
Bakugou had long since eaten his half of the food – and some of Eijiro’s, because you snooze you lose, that’s the law – and had actually fallen asleep by the time the dragon returned.
He was all rolled up in several of the sheets and quilts, but the noise of the barn door banging alerted him briefly. He didn’t bother to open his eyes though, especially not when Eijiro’s distinct huffing relaxed him.
“The fuck you puffing about?” He grumbled, then shivered, “You’ve let all the fucking cold air in, you dick.”
Eijiro started wiggling around, trying to scoot under the covers. With a grunt, Katsuki shifted just enough to let the dragon in.
“Fuck, you’re cold,” He murmured, rolling over, “What took you so long, anyway?”
Eijiro huffed again in response, snuggling against Bakugou’s bare back. Katsuki was just wearing his cotton under-trousers, so when the dragon’s cold skin rubbed up against him, it made him hiss.
Wait, skin?
No, those were definitely scales.
Whatever.
Any concerns were washed away when Eijiro’s long, wide, rough tongue rolled out and licked a fat stripe up Katsuki’s face from over his shoulder.
It made Bakugou grimace, “And you’re wet,” He groused.
But Eijiro kept licking him, over and over, and there was a heavy thump, thump, thump of an excited tail banging heavily on the floor behind them. There was no doubt that was Eijiro curled around him, even when he felt larger, harder, smoother.
That tongue was undeniably Eijiro’s though, many times Katsuki had had unwelcome baths from the dragon. And that rumbling was definitely him too, so low, like a wild cats purr. It was so soothing, so hypnotic Katsuki didn’t bother to question the large hand sliding over his waist, large, rough fingers dancing featherlight touches over each scar and intend of his muscle and bone.
“Eijiro...” Katsuki groaned. This was a dream. That’s what it was. A weird dream because he’d been spending too much time with that stupid lizard.
So Katsuki didn’t question it when a hand - it was very clearly a hand - sunk low to dip into the waistband of his trousers, smoothing over the fine hair trailing from his navel to his groin to palm at his limp cock.
He groaned softly again, licking his lips, and slowly he shifted his hips, lazily thrusting against the hot palm around him as his cock began to swell.
All the while Eijiro kept licking him, leaning further over Katsuki’s shoulder to swipe that long tongue down his neck, his collarbone, all the way to his chest. Bakugou shifted, trying to angle himself further onto his back, offering his chest upwards towards that sweet tongue.
“Katsuki…” A soft purr rumbled across the blond’s throat, sharp teeth nipped at the skin.
“Shut up,” Bakugou grunted, “don’t wake me ugh-up.” Katsuki rolled his hips a little faster, still lazy and indulgent, but they lifted to meet the fist around him.
“Does it feel good?”
“F-Fuck yeah,” Katsuki cried out when that long tongue started flickering at his pebbled nipple, the hand around his cock fisted in time with his hips.
“Are you going to cum?” Hot breath trialled up Katsuki’s throat between the pleasant licks.
“Yeah…”
“Katsuki...” Another purr, and a nose grazed over his temple, “Oh, I’ve wanted to talk to you for so long…”
Bakugou just grunted.
“I’ve thought about this for years, please, Katsuki, please do me the honour of being my partner.”
“Fuck, yeah, okay, fuck,” Katsuki’s thighs were shaking now, and he leaned into the face nuzzling against his hair.
“You accept?” Eijiro sounded delighted. Because that was Eijiro, the trill that followed his question was undeniably Eijiro’s. Shit, dream Eijiro was great.
“Yeah, s-sure-shiiiiiit!”
“Katsuki, cum for me, I need your cum.”
“Yeah, well,” Bakugou broke his sentence with a groan, “you’re definitely about to get it.”
“Can I use it?”
Katsuki wasn’t really listening, all these touches felt so good. He was boiling now too, sweat beading down his spine and in the cleft of his chest. He shifted his legs a little wider so a hand could snake beneath him and cup his balls gently, squeezing them, rolling them carefully.
“Whatever,” Bakugou replied, his back arching, hips beginning to stutter.
That dangerous tongue swiped over his chest again, soaking him, licking up any sweat and playing with his nipples. It felt like Katsuki was being cradled in a huge pair of arms wrapping around him, holding his legs open, moving his body, adjusting his hips to go faster and faster.
He didn’t want it to stop.
“Keep going,” He breathed. He was also pretty sure this wasn’t a dream. But he didn’t care what it was, it just felt so good. Eijiro was grunting in his ear, low and carnal, “don’t stop.”
“Katsuki…” A face nuzzled into the side of his head, nosing behind his ear, “my Katsuki…”
“Fuck yeah,” Bakugou let his hips be lifted off the ground a little, his entire body rolling in the creature’s grip. He couldn’t pinpoint what was going on exactly, couldn’t tell if Eijiro was behind him or over him.
But he didn’t try to work it out, didn’t want to know.
His hands flew out to grip into the sheets around him, his hips were moving on their own now and he was grinning to himself. His cock was weeping, aiding the slide of the large hand encasing it.
Katsuki’s legs were nudged a little wider, and he was aware then when something settled between them. Or more precisely, when something wet and hot started smearing all over his thigh.
It wasn’t wet like the tongue on him. No, this was almost gooey, sticky.
Whatever it was snaked up his thigh, slithering over his balls to slide over his dick, joining the hand and wrapping around him.
Suddenly the wind was knocked out of him, and it took Bakugou a moment to realise he was cumming. His jaw dropped when the tip of his cock was engulfed by whenever it was that had just been moving over his leg, it slid over his tip and squeezed.
It felt like his soul was being sucked out through his cock.
He fell silent for a moment before his brain processed the blinding orgasm and he screamed, hips leaving the sheets below as he chased after whatever it was holding his dick hostage.
His balls pulsed, a hand still firmly around them, pumping him dry.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
It seemed to go on and on, it felt like hours, but in reality, it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. But his orgasm rolled through his body over and over, and in the end, Katsuki was left limp and breathless.
Whatever it was sucking on his dick didn’t stop, leaving him twitching, sniffing, stifling sobs.
“Katsuki…” That voice faded away slowly, and Bakugou dozed back off.
The next morning, Bakugou woke with a start.
He sat up, hands immediately flying to his chest, then his stomach, then his trousers that were definitely in the same position as he’d put them in before bed. He even gave his cock a quick squeeze to make sure it was still there, and to make sure whatever had been sucking on him was gone.
“Eijiro?!” His head whipped left and right, but almost immediately that red bundle of scales came tumbling into view from around the corner, yapping excitedly in greeting and very much a dragon.
Bakugou narrowed his eyes, suspicious.
Any concerns Katsuki may have had were swept away when he tried to step outside a short while later. As soon as he opened the barn door, a mountain of snow collapsed inwards.
“Shit.”
He just about managed to get to the main inn, begrudgingly paying for a further 5 nights. They weren’t going anywhere in this weather and he’d rather not risk venturing out and freezing to death.
But when Bakugou finally managed to get back to their barn, bringing food with him too, Eijiro was once again nowhere to be seen.
Katsuki called for him, in a weird, hushed tone so as not to alert anyone, but there weren’t even any paw prints in the snow to follow, just footprints around the barn, presumably from other people.
There was, however, a large bundle of new firewood left inside for Bakugou to use, so he shrugged. Eijiro would be back.
But Eijiro didn’t come back.
For fucking days.
Katsuki even had to extend his goddamn stay because he didn’t want to venture out and not have Kirishima be able to find him.
The snow persisted anyway, so he wasn’t left with too much of a choice, but it was over a week later that finally, Eijiro came back.
“What the actual fuck?”
Bakugou glared down at the dragon as he came trotting in happily, tongue lolling out and he barked affectionately up at the blond in greeting.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bakugou continued to glare as the dragon plodded around, sniffing at the ground, Katsuki’s sheets, his possessions. He even scratched around the bedding.
“Oi, don’t you fucking dare go near that,” Katsuki scolded, shooing the dragon away, “you’re all muddy. Go wash up!”
Eijiro waddled away happily, disappearing back outside to roll around in the fresh snow.
When he came back, he came toddling back up to Bakugou, nuzzling into him where he now sat on the floor by the fire.
“What the fuck have you eaten?” Bakugou snapped, but he opened his arms up for his dragon anyway, letting the creature settle over his lap. “You’re fucking massive-oof!” Kirishima landed on him, heavy tail smacking against the ground happily.
His eyes were already closed, and when Katsuki rested his hand on his head, he immediately started puffing happily, nuzzling closer still and soon enough he was purring away.
“Oi!” Bakugou flicked him on the head, hard, but thanks to the dragon’s thick skull it did very little. “Don’t sleep! I’m mad at you!”
That seemed to get Eijiro’s attention because the dragon sat up suddenly, snoot right in Katsuki’s face and he chuffed at him.
“You just left,” Katsuki accused, trying to push the dragon off him now, suddenly upset all over again, dejected, but Eijiro didn’t budge. “Get off.”
“Katsuki…”
Bakugou froze.
“What?” He stared hard at Eijiro, “Did you just speak?”
The dragon cocked his head, and then shook it violently and stepped away from Katsuki. His wings flapped and for a second, Katsuki thought he was just going to take off in the barn.
But the air hit Bakugou right in the face, making him flinch and squint, unable to watch properly as Kirishima wrapped himself up in his wings.
“The fuck are you—“
The words were lost when Eijiro unfurled, straightening up to his full height slowly, rolling his impressive shoulders. He eclipsed the light behind him, but it was very obvious a human man stood before him.
Almost human, anyway.
“Shit.”
“Katsuki…” Eijiro growled, red skin shimmering in the sunlight that caught around him, reflecting brilliantly off the barn stone walls. Scales scattered over his shoulders, his elbows, his hands, glistening like hundreds of tiny ruby’s.
He flexed his fingers, stretching glossy black claws and he cracked his neck, groaning low as long, bright, shocking red hair shot down his back, falling over his shoulders.
It stood tall, electrifying like Katsuki’s but longer, more obnoxious, more terrifying.
Eijiro ran his tongue over his sharp teeth, and suddenly everything smacked Katsuki in the face so hard he forgot how to breathe.
He knew that tongue. He knew it well.
And Eijiro was naked. Very naked. Totally naked.
And as Katsuki sat on the floor, eyes wide and mouth open, he was literally eye level with the heavy, tapered tip of Eijiro’s large dragon cock.
It jerked independently, twitching and snaking slightly over a huge, bulbous pair of balls that – not that he was looking or anything – Katsuki was pretty sure were pulsating.
The man was huge, with biceps bigger than Katsuki’s fucking head. His chest seemed to span for miles and fell into chiselled abs that were literally encrusted with jewel-like scales. His wings flapped, spreading out and shivering as if stretching and a pair of glistening, deadly looking horns protruded from the top of his head, almost – al-fucking-most – blending in with his wild hair.
“What happened to my fat little dragon?”
Kirishima huffed, smoke blowing from his nostrils and when he spoke it unfurled from between his teeth.
“I thought this form would be more pleasing for you.”
Yep. Yep. He got that right.
“For what?”
Kirishima cocked his head then, looking all sorts of confused and adorable. But then he smiled, lips peeling away and his thick tail wagged excitedly.
“You’re so funny, Katsuki!” He then crouched to the floor, following after Bakugou as he backed up across the ground, kicking up the sheets and quilts.
“Shit.” Bakugou was crowded, crowded by a huge, burly, gorgeous dragon-man that was now huffing and chuffing affectionately into his neck.
Hands were on Katsuki’s waist, fingers curling into the waistband of his trousers and the blond squawked when they were suddenly pulled, hiking his backside into the air as they came clean off, his back hitting the bedding.
Eijiro groaned, settling back, shifting his way between Katsuki’s legs, holding his thigh with one hand while the other ran up over Bakugou’s abdomen, pushing up his shirt.
“You’re so beautiful…” He purred, still smiling softly as he gazed down at a still startled – but not startled enough to make him stop – Katsuki, “I can’t wait to fill you up, you’re going to look so good.”
Bakugou blinked, brain slowly processing the situation. “Hah?”
“I’m so glad I can finally take this form,” Eijiro continued, eyes roaming Katsuki’s body hungrily and he groaned low, stooping down to lay over the blond. Eijiro’s large hands came into Katsuki’s hair as he rested on his elbows, and he rubbed his nose up against Bakugou’s affectionately, “my love.”
Katsuki blinked, “I’m confused.”
“Hm?” Eijiro had begun nuzzling down Katsuki’s neck, breathing deeply against his skin. He growled on an exhale, and suddenly Bakugou was feeling weak.
“Can you explain to me what’s going— ngh!” Bakugou gasped, arching up because Kirishima chose then as a good time to flick his tongue out. It was only against Katsuki’s collar bone, but that was enough to have his head spinning.
“You want me to explain?” Kirishima pulled away, but immediately Bakugou was grabbing the back of his head and shoving him back down.
“You can do two things at once, can’t you?” He grunted, “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Eijiro keened at that, tail thumping happily as he ducked back to lick and kiss his way down to Katsuki’s chest.
“I’m going to make you mine, Katsuki,” Eijiro’s tongue searched Katsuki’s body, leaving a sticky trail in its wake, “gonna mate you, fill you up with our young. They’re all ready - that’s why I went away, to get ready, just for you.”
Bakugou groaned, fisting Kirishima’s hair hard and pushing his head lower, “Keep going,” His head spun and his hips rose when Kirishima kissed over his navel.
His dick was hard, kicking against his stomach and when Eijiro finally kissed over it, he cried out. Kirishima growled in response, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s thighs and pulling him into the air, leaving his shoulders and head back resting amongst the quilts.
The dragon held him easily in midair, mouth open, tongue sliding over his hips, pelvis, over his twitching cock in touches so light they made Katsuki delirious.
Bakugou tried to tilt his hips up further, tried to chase that mouth that was breathing hot air all over him. Kirishima breathed out a puff of smoke and Katsuki nearly lost his damn mind.
“What do I need to do?” Bakugou asked, breathless, helpless. He still wasn’t quite sure what was being asked of him, but he was also struggling to care.
Whatever Kirishima was offering, he wanted all of it.
“Nothing,” Eijiro purred, tongue now dancing at Katsuki’s taint. He held under his thighs, easily spreading Katsuki’s legs even wider and using his thumbs to expose his entrance. Pulling at it, the dragon sat back with a hum. “I’m so lucky, Katsuki.”
If anyone should be feeling lucky, Katsuki was sure it should be him.
From this angle, with his body being held up and curled around slightly, he got a stunning view of Eijiro looking down at him. Huge and glistening with the most devoted expression.
His 4-legged companion, his best friend, had turned into this absolute monster of a man. Katsuki wanted more.
“Just stay still for me,” Eijiro continued, dragging his long tongue over his lips before letting it slide out fully, aiming it towards Katsuki’s entrance. He didn’t even lean forward, stayed sat back, stayed in a place where he could watch his own tongue slide around Bakugou’s twitching hole, watch the thick muscle breach it and watch as Katsuki’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his jaw fell slack and he cried out.
“Good mate,” Eijiro retracted his tongue to speak, bringing it back into his mouth to wet it some more, “let me look after you. Let me do all the work.”
That tongue came back, sweeping around Katsuki’s hole once more before diving in, wiggling, twisting, flexing.
It had Katsuki shaking, his thighs flexed, his hands grabbed at anything they could, and he threw his head from side to side desperately as Eijiro’s tongue devoured him.
The whole while, Kirishima groaned and grunted like he was a starved man eating for the first time. He began to press close, tongue still wiggling, getting fatter and fatter as his mouth drew nearer.
Katsuki could feel the tongue inside of him, twitching, wiggling, feeling, mapping him out. When Eijiro rubbed up against his prostate Katsuki screamed, and without warning, cum shot from his cock, hitting him straight in the face where he was half hanging upside down.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!”
Kirishima must have been looking for that spot because he was outright abusing it now. But he stopped at Katsuki’s cries, withdrawing immediately as the blond shuddered and sobbed loudly.
But he didn’t let Bakugou go, didn’t put him down. Instead, he worked his slobbering tongue over Katsuki’s taint gently, occasionally flickering around his rim, under his balls. He purred too, hot red gaze watching Katsuki closely.
Bakugou could feel more and more spit being pushed inside of him, could feel it when Kirishima’s tongue came up to sweep at the cum over his stomach, his chest, and he felt that being pushed in too.
It wasn’t until Kirishima was satisfied Bakugou was stuffed with as much substance as he deemed fit that he finally lowered the blond slowly. Not that Katsuki could feel his legs and they twitched pathetically, still open wide to fit around the dragon’s huge stature.
But Kirishima looked a little confused.
“What’s that fucking face for?” Katsuki tried to be aggressive, but his voice was weak and his throat was sore.
Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, “I don’t know what to do now, you came before I even started.”
Bakugou’s eyes popped and he heaved himself up onto his elbows, “Hah?” And then his eyes swung down when he felt something wet wiggle against his thigh. His face dropped, “Oh.”
The dragons wet cock was snaking around his leg, twitching like it was looking for something. It was long and seemed to get longer the further up Katsuki it searched.
Katsuki had seen Eijiro’s cock before, when he was a little dragon. He’d actually thought he’d had a little worm or something stuck to him and pulled on it. Now he understood why the dragon had squealed so loudly.
It was a lot bigger now though. A lot bigger. Bright red too, so bright it almost looked as though it was fucking glowing and it seemed to ooze some sort of slime.
A deep growl alerted Katsuki and made him realise he was staring, and he glanced up to find Eijiro looking at him like he was a piece of meat.
“You like what you see?” He purred, more smoke blowing through his teeth, the scales over his shoulders bristled a little.
“Yeah,” Katsuki breathed, gaze dropping again. Eijiro’s cock pulsed, bulging out as if something was coming down the length and the dragon whined, rolling his head around on his shoulders. Only a trickle of precum escaped though, dribbling over Katsuki’s balls where the tip was now searching around.
Katsuki nearly kicked Eijiro in the face when the dragons cock came sliding over his spent one, but Kirishima was quick to grab his ankle, holding it in place and watching as the tip of his cock flared open suddenly.
Bakugou watched with wide eyes as Kirishima’s cock slipped over the head of his own and sucked at it like a mouth, pulling out the last bits of cum.
“W-Wait,” He panted, gaze swinging up to Eijiro who was still watching his cock engulf Katsuki’s, swallowing it up, “that’s what you did before, right?” He thought back to that night nearly a week ago when something distinctly sucked on his cock.
“Yeah,” Kirishima groaned, “needed your cum Katsuki, I told you that.” With a loud ‘pop!’ his dick slid off of Katsuki’s and carried on, leaving Bakugou’s cock half-hard and fully confused. Occasionally the tip would flare out again, sucking at him, probing at his skin.
Bakugou flopped backwards, throwing his arms over his eyes dramatically, and he didn’t fight it when he was slowly rolled onto his front. He landed chest down, arse up, arms loosely supporting around his head with his cheek and palms pressed to the sheets.
He could feel Eijiro grip his hips and adjust them, wiggling him higher onto his knees before kicking them apart, only to pull him up again and repeat.
Katsuki was pretty sure of what was about to happen, and he was totally okay with it. Eijiro certainly wasn’t the worst man he’d let take him to bed.
He felt something licking up and down his backside again, from behind his balls, over his taint to wiggle around at his entrance. Eijiro’s cock was searching for him, seeking out that tight heat.
Hands came down beside Katsuki, a hot chest pressed to his back and warm, wet lips pressed against the nape of his neck.
“Katsuki…” Eijiro purred, settling himself down over the blond, pressing their bodies flush, bowing Katsuki’s back further to press his arse higher. His hands found Bakugou’s and he laced their fingers together as he nuzzled into his hair. “Thank you, Katsuki, thank you for choosing me…”
Bakugou didn’t remember choosing anyone, but that was a small technicality right now.
“I promise I’ll be such a strong mate,” Kirishima kept blabbering as his cock licked at Bakugou’s entrance, making the blond’s eyes flutter shut and his mouth drop open. He moaned against the sheets, but his noises were soon silenced by Eijiro’s long tongue licking around his teeth. “I’ll look after you and our brood so good. I—“
“Are you going to talk all day or are you going to fuck me?” Bakugou interrupted, impatient.
That just made Kirishima keen, “You want my young, Katsuki, you want them?” He nuzzled harder into Bakugou’s hair, his cock finally poking at the blond’s entrance. He didn’t give Bakugou a chance to respond before his cock drilled inside, leaving any words Katsuki may have had completely lost.
Eijiro ground his hips slowly, letting the slim, tapered tip of his dick carve a path, wiggling around in very much the same way his tongue had just done. It made a beeline straight for Katsuki’s prostate, and the blond was drooling in moments, gargling nonsense.
Apparently, Kirishima wasn’t doing much better. Bakugou could feel the dragon’s tongue sliding over the nape of his neck and he grunted and growled like some sort of animal, the heavy thump, thump, thump of his tail showing how much of a great time he was having echoed through the barn.
His cock pulsed, stretching Bakugou out, and slowly his hips began to move a little more, heading away from Katsuki’s backside so his dick would wiggle out just enough to dive back in moments later.
It was slow, torturously slow, with Eijiro whining, and chuffing, and drooling all over Katsuki’s back as the blond just laid there like a limp fish, gasping, eyes crossed and unfocused.
It was almost painful.
Almost.
“This all you got?” Bakugou managed, chest heaving. He tried to move, but Kirishima was pinning him down.
Kirishima raised his head, “What do you mean?”
The dragons cock twitched over his prostate then, playing with it, and it had Bakugou’s legs shaking.
“Just fuck me!” He barked out finally, “Before I go fucking insane!”
“I don’t want to hurt you, I—“
“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki tugged a hand free and grabbed behind him, fisting Eijiro’s hair and making him whine beautifully. “Either fuck me properly or get off.”
Kirishima huffed at that, muttering something about Bakugou being demanding. Nevertheless, he took hold of Katsuki’s hips. He kept himself low, face still plastered into the nape of the blond’s neck, but he drew his hips back properly before snapping them forward.
Their skin clapped and Bakugou grinned to himself as the dragon set up a brutal rhythm.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, fuck, yeah, oh, shit,” Bakugou chanted, practically sung as Kirishima got faster and faster.
The barn filled with the wet noises of their hips clap, clap, clapping together, slick with spit and the goo that seemed to be shedding from Eijiro’s cock.
With each thrust, Kirishima was yanking Bakugou back and forth, dragging him over his cock over and over again as their hips met.
Katsuki was lost, eyes rolling with each pound and all he could do was swear and moan, especially when Eijiro’s cock started pulsing again, and suddenly the dragon’s movements were jerky.
“Katsuki,” He whined, begged, “they’re coming!”
Bakugou didn’t know what Kirishima was on about and he didn’t care. He was too busy shouting “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” to care. His prostate was being pummelled, and he felt it when the tip of Eijiro’s cock flared again and suddenly his swearing kicked up an octave.
He could feel it, feeling around inside of him, the tip opening and sucking at his walls slowly as the rest of Eijiro’s cock tore in and out of him.
His cock was soft, swinging lamely between his legs but he knew that wasn’t going to stop him from coming. He might have already cum, it was like wave upon wave of constant, blinding pleasure and his toes were curling and his eyes were rolling and he was drooling down his chin.
Eijiro sat back, growling almost angrily now. Katsuki should have been more aware of things changing around him, he should have been more aware of the hands turning to paws, should have been more aware when Eijiro shoved his face into the crook of his neck again that it was a snout pressing against his ear and not a nose.
Reptilian scales rubbed at his back, a thick tail curled around his leg, pulling it out wide and wings beat excitedly behind him.
Massive balls swung beneath him too, wet and dripping, and they heaved when the dragon came with a roar.
Bakugou promptly choked on his own tongue when Kirishima’s cock pulsed so violently he was locked into place. Eijiro hips still tried to move, but his dick just pulled on Katsuki’s ring.
And then the dragon stopped moving, loud panting, human panting heaved around Bakugou’s ears as Kirishima shivered. His paws became hands again, and slowly he let go of Bakugou’s hip, instead coming to smooth one hand over the swell of his backside, pulling at the flesh, while the other ran up his spine to gently delve into his hair, pushing Katsuki’s face down into the sheets.
“G-Gonna fill you up now, K-Katsuki,” Kirishima sniffed, his hips rocked and he whined like a pained animal, “J-Just got-gotta, ngh, ah!”
And then Bakugou felt it.
Kirishima’s balls heaved again, his cock pulsing, but this time it wasn’t empty, wasn’t a warm-up, wasn’t a fucking contraction. No, this time Bakugou felt something slide through Kirishima’s cock, stretching down his still wiggling shaft.
Katsuki could feel the tip of Eijiro’s cock pressing against his insides, and soon enough, what felt like a large bulb pressed into him. The dragon’s stomach rolled, and he rocked Katsuki’s hips back against him, drooling, grunting.
Bakugou hiccuped.
“Wait!” He barked, eyes wide, “Wait, wait, wait!”
“K-Katsuki,” Eijiro was shaking, and his forehead dropped into the sweaty nape of Katsuki’s neck, “I-I can’t wait.”
“Turn me around, turn me around, turn me around—“ Bakugou chanted, sobbing, “I don’t want to face the f-floor anymore!”
Immediately Bakugou was being spun so fast his head rolled, and somehow he mustered up the strength to make a grab for the dragon. Kirishima fell into his open arms immediately, their lips crashing together. It wasn’t a kiss, not exactly, it was far too messy and wet and for a few moments, they just held each other tightly.
Eijiro’s arms wrapped around Katsuki’s waist, practically pulling him up from the floor, curving his back while he rocked his hips, shoving into Katsuki’s backside over and over in small, grinding motions.
And then, with one large shove, Eijiro’s hips held, pressing so hard Katsuki felt like he’d been punched in the gut. The bulb in Eijiro’s cock dropped, making him whine and Katsuki’s eyes rolled when he felt it slide and stick to his insides.
He wasn’t given any time to recover though before Eijiro’s cock was moving on, sliding along his walls again to find a new spot. It slid over his prostate and Bakugou threw his head back, sobbing loudly.
Eijiro shushed him, even though he was evidently struggling himself, but he kissed along Katsuki’s throat. Bakugou understood now why the dragon spent so much time and care mapping out his insides, he’d been looking for places to deposit his... his...
“Eijiro~” Bakugou sobbed, hiccuping again. The dragon hooked his elbows under the blond’s knees, folding him over.
“Just relax, okay?” Eijiro purred, nuzzling against the side of Katsuki’s face, “Just a few more…”
Bakugou hiccuped.
Eijiro’s stomach rolled again, and this time, the bulb sliding through his cock settled a lot faster in Katsuki’s gut.
“Two more, Katsuki, two more…”
Bakugou’s legs were shaking where they were being held up, his hands scrambled for purchase around Kirishima’s smooth back.
He felt the third bulb settle, and then with a shout, Kirishima forced the fourth and final one out of his cock and into Katsuki.
Bakugou could feel them, could feel Kirishima’s cock sweep over them, checking them. It didn’t hurt, a little uncomfortable, he knew they were there. But he felt a lot less full when Eijiro’s cock finally fell free from him.
A gush of goo fell in its wake, slipping down from Katsuki’s gaping, twitching entrance.
But Eijiro was pushing two fingers into Katsuki with a growl, making his eyes cross.
“Careful with them,” He breathed softly, wiping his drool with his free hand, eyes staring unblinkingly down at where his fingers were working inside. “Be gentle, okay, Katsuki?”
Bakugou’s eyes were rolling, his ears ringing, Kirishima’s fingers were sliding over his prostate, knocking the bulbs stuck to his insides together. Katsuki knew what they were, deep down, he knew they were eggs. His and Kirishima’s eggs.
“Do you feel good, Katsuki? Do you feel good?”
Thighs shaking, still locked into place over Kirishima’s arms, Bakugou could only reach up and feel across the dragons face, almost searching blindly.
Kirishima kissed at Bakugou’s palm, “Come on, Katsuki, cum for me, my love.”
Bakugou didn’t think he had anything left inside of him, his limp, wet dick twitched and he rolled his head from side to side pathetically.
“Come on, Katsuki, you’ve been so good, come on.”
“Ngh!”
Katsuki’s entire body throbbed when his orgasm hit him, he forgot how to breathe, his throat closed for a moment in a deep gasp. He pissed himself, cumming and pissing into his own lap and over Eijiro’s fingers still working away inside him.
He clenched around those digits, his insides sucking at them.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Eijiro sung, smiling, “keep them safe.”
He withdrew his fingers too soon, making Katsuki cry out and clench around nothing, securing the bulbs stuck to his insides.
And then they both collapsed. Breathless, Eijiro practically crushing Katsuki in the best way.
Kirishima was purring, licking Bakugou, pushing away the sweat, the tears.
“6 days, Katsuki, just 6 days, that’s all they need.”
Bakugou hummed, “What are they?”
“Our children, my love.”
They were on the road a few days later, the eggs inside of Katsuki were causing him very little problem. He almost forgot about them.
Almost.
It was hard to forget when at least twice daily, Eijiro would bend him over and inspect their eggs, using his tongue and fingers.
Whether it be rolling Katsuki over on the ground, pushing him up against a tree or bending him over a rock, Eijiro would spread him wide and check Katsuki and the eggs over until the blond was sobbing.
Nearly a week later, however, Kirishima was nearly losing his mind and in turn, he was driving Bakugou insane.
“It’s 6 days today, stop fucking fussing!” Bakugou smacked at Kirishima’s hands as they came towards him again, making a move across the forest floor to kick him when he came too close.
Eijiro whined, pulling on the cloaks and blankets below Katsuki to drag him back to him.
“Let me have a look,” Eijiro pleaded, wrapping Katsuki up in his arms, holding him close with his tail, pinning him down.
“No,” Bakugou snapped, “leave them alone, they’re doing their own thing.”
But Kirishima wasn’t listening. Instead, he just nuzzled closer to Bakugou, rubbing his nose along his temple and chuffing. He crowded the blond, holding his warm body over Katsuki.
The snow had all melted now, and although the weather wasn’t horrendous, it was still cold enough to leave a bitter chill. But not with Kirishima around, he was hot, and along with the burning fire a few feet away, Bakugou was more than warm enough.
“So what happens now, anyway?” He grunted, letting Eijiro push him down onto his back. The dragon settled between his legs, still huffing over Katsuki’s face, licking at him, nipping his skin.
“We wait,” Came the response. Bakugou could feel Kirishima’s hand rubbing over his lower belly, and if he pressed hard enough, Katsuki could feel the eggs stuck against the walls of his insides, almost tucked out the way.
They had certainly grown a little, or at least hardened. Eijiro had explained that meant they were ready for the outside world. They’d stay as hardened eggs then from anywhere from a few weeks to a few months.
The sun was already setting, and after eating Katsuki promptly fell asleep in Kirishima’s arms, his face pressed to the dragon’s chest.
It happened sometime in the night, his lower stomach shifted, and immediately Bakugou’s eyes popped open and he felt a cold sweat spread across his back.
“Shit, Eijiro, shit,” He tried to sit up, but the dragon was squashing him, stirring slowly, “fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He needed to get up, he needed to move.
“Katsuki…?” Eijiro yawned, but quickly noticed the blond way trying to rid himself of his trousers and shot bolt upright, bringing Katsuki with him.
Bakugou kicked his boots and trousers off, panting. He could feel the eggs slipping, and when they settled low, detaching from his walls, they dropped and slid over his prostate, making him flop back.
He fell limp, but Kirishima was already herding him onto his lap, hooking Bakugou’s legs over either side of his hips, letting Katsuki fall against his chest, face in the crook of his neck.
Bakugou groaned low, feeling Kirishima’s hands spread his arse cheeks, pulling his entrance wide.
“Katsuki, are they coming?”
“Fucking hope so,” Bakugou grunted, trying to prop himself up on shaky legs, “Shit! Get your fucking fingers out of there!”
Kirishima’s fingers were twitching towards his hole, but it only took Bakugou a moment to realise it wasn’t just Eijiro’s fingers prodding at him.
The dragon’s sticky, pliant cock was out, teasing at his entrance, “Let me help you,” Eijiro purred, licking at Katsuki’s ear.
Bakugou arched up, clawing at Kirishima’s back, pulling at his hair as he felt the first egg breach. He cursed loudly, shouting out when Eijiro’s cock slipped over it.
It went back in.
“You bastard!” Bakugou smacked his dragon.
“It’ll help!” Kirishima justified, “You’re doing so well, so well, Katsuki.”
Katsuki grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, and he shouted out another string of colourful curses when the egg pushed at him again. Eijiro rocked his hips for him, grinding them over his lap. It only took a second, and after a stretch, it fell, plopping into Eijiro’s lap who was practically singing with joy.
“Katsuki! Katsuki!” He exclaimed, grinning and kissing and licking, “Katsuki!”
But Bakugou was still gritting his teeth, “I fucking know!” He snapped.
“An egg! Katsuki, our first egg!”
“I fucking hate you, shut the fuck up!”
But Kirishima kept on singing, kept trilling and chirping happily as the next egg came, and the next, each egg dropping wetly into his lap.
Bakugou’s mind was blank, or it was until he shifted just a little bit higher onto his knees, more determined than ever to get the next egg out. But then his cock was suddenly grabbed, and apparently, he was hard and leaking all over Eijiro’s torso.
“Come on, Katsuki,” Kirishima purred, “one more, you can do it,” He licked up the side of Bakugou’s face, across his jaw, and fisted his cock.
“Ah, fuck, ah, ah!” Bakugou couldn’t stop wiggling, feeling the egg, larger than the rest, struggle and twist over his prostate, rolling around and getting into position.
Kirishima’s cock was still teasing around his entrance, playing with it, and the dragon rolled his tongue out fully, dropping it down Katsuki’s top to swipe over a hard nipple.
Suddenly Katsuki was sobbing, squatting low, rocking back and forth, desperately thrusting his hips into Eijiro’s fist while coaxing the last egg out.
It pushed lower, breaching him, pushing at his entrance. Bakugou’s orgasm hit him so hard it caused his whole body to spasm. He felt Eijiro’s cock push into his gaping hole, widening it, and then with a final shout, the egg dropped.
And the noise Kirishima was making was deafening, but Bakugou wasn’t even aware of it. His ears were ringing, and he fell limp over Eijiro, drooling over his shoulder, arms slack.
Slowly, he was lowered down, held close to Eijiro’s chest while the dragon huffed and chuffed and fidgeted.
“Where are they?” Bakugou eventually rasped out, eyes barely open. “Are they okay? Did I do okay? Did we do it?”
In response, a bundle was thrust into Katsuki’s arms, and Eijiro laid them both down, the knotted fabric between them and he kissed at Katsuki’s forehead.
“You did it,” the dragon purred, nosing into Bakugou’s hair.
Katsuki peered wearily into the bundle between them, and he smiled softly at the 4 eggs just poking out between the folds of the fabric.
One black, one off-white, and two of varying shades of a soft pink.
“We did it,” Katsuki murmured, eyes heavy.
He cradled their eggs a little tighter, falling asleep to the sound of Eijiro’s gentle huffing and soft trilling.
Their eggs, in his arms.