Watch the Queen Conquer

by catattemptswriting

Uraraka's brown eyes comically widened as Kirishima and Bakugou rose, blocking out the moon's light as they casted their shadow on her. Their expressions conveyed mirth, red eyes seizing her in place as she gaped. "I almost feel bad for you, Ochako." An uncontrollable shiver went through her body. "You're ours." [KIRIKACCHAKO] [DRAGON MATES AU] [SMUT]

3. Chapter 3

As her vision faded to black and the wetness of her tears felt sticky on her face, Uraraka admittedly was not expecting her night to go like this.

It all began only 30 minutes prior. Her brown eyes cracked open to the familiar luminescent crystals above, feeling the warmth of her sleeping mates seeping into her. The cave ceiling casted a bluish pink glow over their room as she sat up slowly, blinking rapidly to will away her fatigue.

Uraraka looked at the cave entrance and realized, fortunately, that it was still dark out. Perfect. Now all she had to do was get herself out of bed...

The brunette sighed. It was always a lot harder than it sounded.

Untangling her limbs from Kirishima and Bakugou was like solving an intricate puzzle. She realized that the first time she went to visit Toru, Mina and all of them. Her mates had a thing for squeezing her to death in bed. It was sweet that they wanted to hold her close. She didn't mind most often, but Uraraka was sure that one day she'd combust from overheating, or possibly, suffocation.

As if taunting her, the muscular arms wrapped around her body tightened their hold. Uraraka blinked and silently confirmed to herself that she'd most likely suffocate to death.

Anyway, after some time, Uraraka had developed and refined a routine to slip out of their tight hold. And it was time to put that plan into action once again.

First, she'd pretend to be asleep (just in case one of them woke up) as she wiggled her arms free and put them above her head. They would assume that she was hot as she moved her hands. Uraraka did just that with bated breath, and when her mates didn't rouse, she let out a puff of air in relief.

As expected, there would be a brief moment before they shifted as well. Sometimes one of her mates, usually Kirishima, would move to hug her shoulders. If that were the case, then it was nearly impossible to escape his iron grip and she'd reluctantly allow herself to go back to sleep.

Luckily, often times instead of her shoulders, they'd move their hands to grab her waist or wrap around her stomach. Her eyes tracked their fingers moving towards her lower body and she smiled. Victory.

Before they could hug her close, she slipped her hands quickly into theirs. Uraraka held her breath and hoped that they didn't wake as their fingers interlaced. Eventually they fell back into a deep slumber and their grips loosened, and she placed their hands gently on the bed. On occasion, one of her mates would wake up, throwing her plan out the window as they moved to hug her again. Uraraka thanked the gods above as that wasn't the case this time around.

They usually sought out her warmth in their sleep, so after Uraraka placed their hands down against the soft linen, she knew she had a short time frame to escape before they wrapped her in another death grip. The brunette gently ran her fingers through their hair to keep them blissed out as she wiggled her legs out of the blanket. Once she freed her bottom half, she knew she was successful in her escape.

Uraraka removed her fingers from her mates' hairs and slipped out from between Kirishima and Bakugou, crawling off the bed and standing on wobbly feet as she regained her balance. She looked down at her two mates with fondness, and almost snorted out loud when their hands reached out to search for her. They ended up finding each other and wrapped the other in a tight hold. It was cute seeing two, very buff men cuddling together.

The gravity-user felt a warmth spread through her as she eyed their peaceful expressions. It was oddly funny how things turned out like this. She never in a million years expected to feel so loved and supported by two loveable but equally aggravating mates.

Uraraka felt like her life was slowly falling perfectly into place. It almost seemed too good to be true! She was helping people all over the country and felt like she was living for the family she lost. Although, she did wish Deku and Iida were here. And she wished her mom and dad were here too. She missed them all greatly. But her family and friends would want her to be happy and achieve her wildest dreams.

At that thought, Uraraka almost teared up when she realized she was doing just that, with Kirishima and Bakugou by her side the entire way. How did she get so lucky? Uraraka couldn't believe it. When she really sat down and thought about where she was, within the safety and comfort of her mates, it never failed to floor her.

And of course she'd do the same to keep the infuriating blonde and aggravating redhead happy. The brunette would sacrifice a great deal to keep the smile on her mates' faces – she lived for the way their faces lighted up.

Now that the collar was gone, Uraraka knew their relationship had changed somehow. There was some kind of renewed understanding between each other. Uraraka snorted as she remembered how her mates used the collar at the start of their relationship, pulling the damned chain in order to get her to obey their every command. Back then she felt irritated at being yanked around so easily. Even when she fought against the two, they'd wave her off and exert her place in a way that made her feel weak.

Over time her mates started using the chain less and less. And instead of reminding her that she was to submit to them, they'd reason with her. Kirishima and Bakugou started to understand Uraraka's point of view and compromise. Boy was she surprised when they finally acted like decent human beings. A part of her also felt…proud. In a way it felt like they were changing, for her.

As she thought back, Uraraka was surprised. Holy hell, things have changed a lot. But at the same time, weirdly enough, she wouldn't have it any other way. Her mates were learning and so was she. They weren't the only ones making mistakes – Uraraka had some not-so-great moments herself that she preferred not to share. All that mattered was that they cared about each other enough to see where the other was coming from.

Now that the collar was gone, it felt like Kirishima and Bakugou finally saw her as her own person. An equal.

Somehow, it freed her. It wasn't like she was constantly thinking about the metal around her neck. The collar was more like a reminder at the back of her mind, telling Uraraka that she still couldn't fully trust them if they were willing to continue forcing the collar on her. But now that it was gone, she felt unrestricted, no longer restrained by the thought that they considered her a caged animal.

Uraraka felt like, now that the collar was gone, she could truly love her mates.

Huh, love.

A small smile spread across her face as warmth trickled through her body, a pleasant feeling that was very familiar to her. It often came when she caught herself staring at Kirishima as he laughed about something silly her or Bakugou said, and then the redhead settled his red eyes on the two of them. He wore an expression that conveyed so much longing and…something else. It was an expression so vulnerable, that it made Tsuki and her flush bright red.

Or, she'd feel this warmth when Bakugou would blush at her and Kirishima's teasing. He'd tell them to 'fuck off' before pulling Uraraka in a tight hold, resting his chin on her head as he glared at Eiji. The redhead would laugh and Bakugou responded with a middle finger. It wouldn't be long before the blonde also yanked Kirishima in the hug, scowling and telling them to die while wrapping himself around them.

And most notably, her heart beat impossibly fast whenever Kirishima and Bakugou called her 'Little One' or 'Angel' with such adoration, that it made her want to combust. At first Uraraka found it quite annoying, as if the nicknames were another way to remind her of her 'place'. But now, she felt some kind of way when Kirishima leered down at her with a sultry but smug look, licking his lips. His tongue rolled the words 'Little One' in a way that had her breathless.

Or when Bakugou froze her in place at a sudden nip to her ear, before whispering 'Angel' against her lobe. She'd shiver violently as his hot breath tickled her, and despised the smirk the blonde wore when he pulled back.

It wasn't simply because of the sexual undertones of their voice that had her heart fluttering. The gentleness they used when calling her name. A feeling of longing and contentment. It made her heart soar.

Well…now that she thought about it, maybe she was already in love with them.

It wouldn't be much of a surprise, Uraraka realized. The brunette finally turned away from the softly snoring pair, unsure of how to feel at that realization.

Did she love them?

Uraraka looked up at the crystalized cave sparkling down at her as she exited the comfort of their home, into the warm, night air. The red light of the trees illuminated the darkened sky as the stars twinkled overhead. She wondered if the celestial bodies above knew the answer to her question.

Who was she kidding? Celestial bodies or not, Uraraka knew exactly how she felt towards the Dragon Lords.

The brunette inhaled the warm air, tasting the earthy forest around her. She didn't have all morning. Her mates would be rising in a couple of hours. Uraraka shook her thoughts away, the question about how she felt towards Kirishima and Bakugou moved to linger at the back of her mind. Right now she had a mission to complete.

The gravity-user knew the anniversary of their meeting was four months away. But, she wanted a head start! She already planned it out in her head – Uraraka was too afraid to write it down in her notebook in case Kirishima and Bakugou decided to snoop at her notes without her looking. And with how often the two peered over her shoulders, it was going to be tough hiding this from them for the next four months.

So what exactly was the brunette going to do? She was going to throw them a surprise party!

Now hear her out. Yes, the idea sounds generic and, honestly, quite bland. But her mates have always been isolated from society, only truly understanding war and bloodshed throughout a vast portion of their lives. Uraraka wanted to bring them a sense of normalcy. She doubted her mates had any kind of party thrown for them any time recently.

When the blonde and redhead told her about their dark past, she sobbed for days. Keep in mind that they didn't delve deep into the details – it was clear that it's still a touchy subject for them. When they were more ready, Ochako would be there to listen.

So because of that, it was kind of embarrassing at how affected she was. In the end she only knew that "humans took away who they loved most" and what went down in a few of the battles they partook in. Since then they would wake up to Uraraka's tear stained face as she recounted the stories they told her in the early hours of the morning. She didn't even expect to be so affected about their horrid past, but she really was.

They told her about the battles they've been in ever since they lost their families, consumed with rage, revenge, and desperation to escape the pain. They described their strong distaste for humans. The brunette knew based off of the stories they talked about, that these fights were as gruesome as they sounded. It became particularly painful for her when they reluctantly told her that they began enjoying the suffering they caused.

What they have done was horrible. Centuries of causing suffering to others. But what Uraraka realized as her mates were telling her about them, was that they felt regret. That was what got her – the dam broke and the tears flowed out. She watched as they recounted what they done and saw a sort of self hatred at their realization of their actions.

Again, they didn't tell her much. They hid certain details that she had a feeling were too much for her to bear. They didn't explain how they felt about what they'd done. But Uraraka could tell in the way they grit their teeth and clenched their fists as they recounted the stories, eyes widening in recognition of the pain they caused others.

It wasn't like over the 8 months since they've met Ochako that Kirishima and Bakugou had suddenly become saints. But, they've recognized their wrongs. Uraraka was proud of them. What they had done was almost impossible to reverse, no amount of apologies could undo the suffering they caused. But they were trying.

Ochako shook her head. She was literally planning a surprise party! She wasn't about to start crying this early in the morning recounting her mates' past.

Anyways, before she gets even more off topic and starts tearing up, Uraraka decided that for their first anniversary, she was going to make sure they had the best, most fun and extraordinary surprise party, ever!

The brunette planned to have the party at U.A., the newly named village where Mina, Toru and all of them currently live. Bakugou and Kirishima felt the most comfortable around all of them. She had yet to ask her friends, but knew for sure they'd be willing to help her in her surprise. They already knew she was coming today! Uraraka told them a week prior that she wanted to talk about something with them tonight.

She couldn't wait to go cake shopping, search for decorations, and possibly find a band to play at the party. The brunette wanted to look on her own and gather some ideas first. Uraraka wasn't aware of any markets in the supernatural realm, but she was slightly familiar with the human kingdom's markets…

Ochako sighed. She wanted to go back, especially to visit Iida and Deku, but the trip was too far to get to in one night. And she wasn't about to give Kirishima and Bakugou a damn heart attack.

Uraraka decided to go visit her friends at U.A. It was about a 30-minute walk and she could surely handle it. She had done it many times before. Plus, if Uraraka could handle sparring with her mates, she could just about handle anything for fuck's sake.

Briefly, a quick thought passed about how she definitely needed a faster way to communicate with people across the country. Yeah, she could handle a 30-minute walk, but it was a lot harder going to talk to villages that were a three-day trip away.

"Ugh, there's so much to do." Uraraka whispered to herself, deep in thought. Uraraka began her walk towards U.A., still in her silk pink pajamas because she really couldn't be bothered to change.

As she walked, she thought back to her collar again. The one that was just recently broken was the third one she had. Uraraka broke the first one at her attempt to escape. It was relatively easy for her to do as her inhumane strength allowed her to easily crush the metal, even as a twelve-year-old. Unfortunately, she didn't think much ahead. As Uraraka was scrambling for an escape, she was unfamiliar with the human kingdom and followed a common route towards the forest. The guards found her quick.

The second collar she had was reinforced with some kind of material that was able to withstand her strength. Try as she might, it wouldn't break in her hands.

This time, she developed a stronger bond with Deku and Iida. Her commander allowed her to have friends for the sake of keeping her sane. They kept a watchful eye on the two boys, but they were smart. As much as it pained Deku and Iida, they'd mistreat her when they knew her commander was watching, and immediately apologized for their actions when he'd leave.

They didn't want to see the Gravity dragon suffer anymore. This time, Deku and Iida helped plan her escape. Everything was set into motion – it was the night of the Cherry Blossom Festival. Her commander was on break, there were less guards posted, and the bustling of people and the dark of the night would help her blend in.

This time, she knew her way around the city. Deku brought maps into her cell and let her memorize them. Uraraka was ready.

The day came and Uraraka ran, and that was when she discovered that her collar had other attributes. When they realized she escaped, it was the first time she experienced the mind control. She felt herself shed a last tear as she was used as a mindless puppet.

And then they made sure to introduce her to the electrocution feature until she fainted from the pain four times. Well, she lost count after awhile. The days were filled with sweat, blood, and indescribable pain. They made sure Uraraka would regret ever thinking about escaping ever again. And god, she really did.

Deku and Iida freaked out when they were finally allowed to see her again. She was an empty shell. Ochako barely remembered her time after the torture was done. Her mind was filled with nothingness but still felt she was spiraling out of control. It took some time, but her two best friends finally drew out the bubbly, cheerful girl they thought they lost.

Uraraka was so lucky to have them. Even after 8 months of their absence, she missed them so much.

The last collar was created and replaced her second one. Uraraka didn't know why, because she wasn't able to remove the second collar. She could only assume that they added more torture devices to her collar. But, she couldn't be sure as they have yet to (well, hopefully never) try them out on her.

She thought about it, and wondered…it sure would be convenient if they added a tracking component, wouldn't it?

…

Fuck.

Okay, okay. As scary as that thought is, she might be wrong in her inference. But it would be a wise idea that she let her mates know about it.

Uraraka grit her teeth as her mind reeled with the 'what ifs'. What if breaking the collar set off some kind of signal? She was starting to panic. Damn it, damn it.

Kirishima and Bakugou taught her this time and time again. Never take any chances. Some of their past opponents appeared to be weak, useless pawns. But those people sometimes turned out to be the most challenging enemies.

Uraraka could wait a day before telling U.A. about her anniversary idea. Her mates' safety was at the forefront.

Groaning to herself because she knew she was already 20 minutes into her walk, she spun around on her heel and started the walk back towards home.

She sniffed the air, now wary of what could happen if she wasn't cautious. The brunette remembered the one time Kirishima, Bakugou and her were distracted, and that ended with a hole in Uraraka's side.

And her first kiss.

Feeling her cheeks flush, she shook her head rapidly to rid of the thought. She needed to be cautious!

Uraraka scented the air, listening intently. She didn't sense anything noteworthy. It was the usual – the chirping of the crickets and gentle sway of the trees. The smell of dirt and moss, with hints of the sweet scent of small Faye creatures.

She continued walking but remained alert. She'd be damned to get caught off guard again.

Now wary of her surroundings, she started thinking more about other things she could've missed. Were there any weird creatures she met before? Any odd behaviour from villages she visited? Particular enemies of Bakugou and Kirishima she should be wary of?

How about the humans? What were they planning?

Uraraka paused in her tracks. Fuck, I completely forgot about the humans! She resumed her steps again but stayed in thought.

Over the past 8 months, she never really thought about them, mostly focused on helping villages across the supernatural lands, but it was important to stay watchful. Anything could happen.

She scented the air again. Still nothing.

The brunette continued walking in the night. She had to admit, the red of the trees were pretty from above, but since she was already unnerved about her collar sending a signal to the humans, it made everything feel…eerie. She was increasingly getting agitated.

Uraraka nibbled on her lip. "How could I be so stupid?" She huffed to herself in frustration. If they could mass produce those mind controlling collars, the humans could have much more power than the supernatural. It just depended on who they got under their control.

She shivered in fear. Imagine if they had her mates under their control? She fisted her hands and frowned. Uraraka wouldn't let that happen. Ever.

A quiet ruffling sounded from behind her.

Uraraka whipped around, internally freaking the fuck out. By now she was only ten minutes away from home. If anything happened, she knew Kirishima and Bakugou would come for her.

She sniffed the air again. Still, nothing. Strange. Too strange.

Uraraka trusted her instincts. Something was wrong.

Bakugou and Kirishima's words echoed in her ears. Never understatement your opponent. She'd feel much safer if her mates were behind her. She began to run. Uraraka could kick ass when she needed to, but no chances will be taken. Especially with how uncanny this all was.

Mid run, she sensed a looming danger from behind her. It was masked in some kind of way. It felt muted, some how.

Her eyes flashed as she sensed it coming at her incredibly fast. With experience, she ducked over to the left just as whatever it was whizzed passed her and lodged into a nearby tree's bark.

Uraraka eyed the arrow and spun around, gaping as she saw a familiar mop of green hair and a glint from the reflection of someone's glasses.

Holy fucking shit.

"Deku? Tenya?" Their names were breathlessly uttered from her mouth. She couldn't believe her eyes. This wasn't real –

"Ochako?" Deku's voice wavered as he spoke in disbelief, dropping the bow in his hand on the ground. The familiar voice of one of her closest, childhood friends was like a stake to the heart. All at once she felt her throat close up, her nose became clogged, and her face scrunched as her eyes began to water. I…it's-

"Is that really you, Ochako?" Iida whispered. A choked sob erupted from the brunette.

Her legs moved before she even registered that she was running towards them.

"Deku! Tenya!" The brunette cried, voice wobbly as the green haired and dark haired boys welled up with a mixture of joy and relief, rushing to meet Uraraka half way. The tears felt endless. "Wahhhh! I m-missed you guys s-so much!" She wailed as they wrapped each other into a tight embrace. Try as she might, the tears wouldn't stop as she willed them back, the warmth of their bodies wrapping tightly around her.

Uraraka tried sealing her lips closed to keep from letting out ugly sobs, but it only succeeded in making her hiccup and huff harder.

"I-I can't believe it." Deku muttered into the petite girl's brown hair. "We thought we lost you."

She sniffled hard, willing her eyes open to stare at her two best friends because she never knew when they could be taken away from her again. It was then she noticed the redness of Deku and Iida's eyes, holding back their own tears.

Uraraka sniffled again, wiping the stray droplets from her face before wiping off Deku and Iida's eyes. The raven haired man's glasses started to fog and she chuckled brokenly as she tried and failed to wipe the glasses clean with her fingers.

"How many times must I tell you? Your fingers will leave smudges." He scolded her in his typical, Iida way, but his voice was void of any bite. In fact, despite Iida's words, he let her continue wiping his glasses.

Uraraka still couldn't believe it. "Please tell me you guys are real." She asked, trying to keep a steady voice. But her body betrayed herself as she felt her voice crack. Hearing herself sound so vulnerable sent another flood of tears down her swollen cheeks. But a million questions swarmed inside her mind. "Why are you guys here? In the forest of all places. It's especially dangerous here when it's dark out." She questioned, sniffling.

The brunette eyed Deku's watery smile drop as he turned to look at Tenya. She frowned in response.

"What is it? What's wrong?" She pushed. Uraraka felt herself getting jostled as Iida grabbed her upper arms and turned her body to face him.

"Listen, Ochako, we don't have much time." He said in a hurry. Her heart dropped.

"Guys, just tell me what's going on." She matched his hushed tone in worry, feeling herself growing anxious at the looks Iida and Deku made as they glanced around their vicinity. Iida turned back to look at her.

"The minute we found out that you went missing, we applied to work as guards in order to find you. They know you're the Dragon Lords' mate. Rumours spread fast. They're building an army, Ochako. Right now we're hunting Faye creatures to join us in the fight." At his words, Uraraka's brown eyes widened in worry. For them to know that she was their mate…how could that be?

Here mind quickly ran through the possible scenarios before landing on one idea, heart lurching at the thought. Someone from the battle against her ex-commander must've escaped. "You know the collar you wore that held you under their influence?" Tenya continued despite Uraraka's inner turmoil. Uraraka nodded, already fearing the answer she was expecting. "They're been finding ways to make more. We're using them to capture the Faye. The humans are close by. You need to leave-"

She began to back away from her best friends, understanding the urgency of the situation. "When will I see you again?" Uraraka asked hurriedly, tears falling freely from her face as she bit her lips to hold in a new wave of sobs.

"Exactly a week from now, same time, same place." Deku rushed out. "You need to go. They captured some kind of mind controller guy, a descendant of the Grim Reaper, and they brought him with us on our hunt. If he gets to you-"

Ochako turned to run, but ran straight into someone's chest. Immediately she took hurried steps back, eyeing the glowing set of purple eyes that were void of emotion, simply eyeing her with disinterest. As her brown orbs trailed from the indigo tufts on his head, down his face to latch onto the familiar metal around his neck, she sucked in a breath.

"Hello Midoriya, Iida. Master told me to come fetch you two." His eyes slightly narrowed as he finally seemed to recognize the brunette in front of him. "Are you…Ochako Uraraka?" He asked in a dull tone. Uraraka blinked, flicking her gaze from Deku and Iida's stoic faces to the purple haired man.

From an outside point of view, her best friends seemed unperturbed. But she could see the slight tremor of their hands. They were afraid…

She looked back to the unfamiliar man in front of her. Should she lie?

"No-" Her voice got stuck in her throat as she was suddenly stopped in her tracks, unable to move. Her eyes flickered around in blurry panic as fear began to rise rapidly in her. It felt deathly similar to the mind controlling collar. Why couldn't she move? Shit, was it because of the man in front of her?

He went to reach into his back pocket, before pulling out a matching collar in his hand.

No. Nono no!

Uraraka struggled fiercely inside of her mind, tearing herself mentally apart as she fought against the restraints of his control on her. It felt akin to her throwing her body to open the gates of hell itself, but the door didn't budge. She couldn't move. She couldn't…she didn't want to be under the collar's influence! She needed to escape. Uraraka couldn't fuck this up. Her mates literally just removed her collar a couple hours ago!

"W-wait! Shinso!" Deku's shrill voice cut through the clearing. The purple haired man – Shinso – paused in his tracks, before peering lazily at the green haired man. "If this is actually the Dragon Lords' mate, we should take extra precautions. You should…take her soul away. Temporarily. Just in case she's strong enough to fight against the mind control."

Shinso paused, appearing to be in thought, before he nodded. He walked towards Uraraka. If she could, the brunette would've scrambled back as she saw him looming over her, but the only thing she could control were the tears leaving her body, trickling down her cheeks as he lifted a hand towards her.

His palm hovered over her face, obscuring her vision before he pressed his middle finger to the center of her forehead. She blinked as he tapped her head hard enough to slightly nudge her back.

Uraraka tilted backwards, feeling herself fall to the ground. But only the ground never came. She kept on falling and falling. And falling and falling.

And all became dark, the final utter of her mates' names leaving her numbed lips.

Their throats were raw. Bakugou refused to believe this was happening.

Because he knew his Angel. She wasn't dumb, nor was she weak. Hell, her strength could rival his and Kirishima's. She had an attitude that could keep the Dragon Lords' on their toes.

He chanted that to himself as he inhaled shakily, his inner dragon screeching in turmoil as they were unable to sense their other mate. His throat was raw from his uncontained, grief-filled roar. Bakugou felt like his mind was ripping in two. His dragon was succumbed with grief, a blinding pain that pulsed in his head and clawed at his heart. But his human conscious rejected the thought that his Angel was gone. She felt gone but she just couldn't be gone.

She's alive. She's alive. She's alive.

He tried to will back the sudden stabbing pain through his heart as he thought back to her summery smile, her chiming laughter, her hands running through his hair. Whispering promises of forever or chiding him about stupid shit he always did to piss her off.

Bakugou clutched his chest with a gasping wheeze. He started trembling, shaking violently as he thought about how she was gone.

She couldn't be gone.

She's not fucking allowed to leave him or Kirishima.

His Angel is fucking alive dammit!

"FUCK!" Bakugou willed away his mounting panic with a scratchy yell, fingers digging into his blonde locks as his eyes flicked around. Grasping reality before he fell into an endless black pit of despair. In his mind, he reached out to his pillar of constant support, his tether that always kept him grounded - Kirishima.

His eyes landed on the redhead who stared numbly at his hands. His hair was a mess from just waking up and Bakugou could make out the profound tremor of his figure. The realization that they both felt the same gut wrenching rip in their soul only solidified their fears.

Looking at Kirishima helped compress his flurry of emotions to narrow on one thing – anger. Kirishima turned to lock eyes with Bakugou with fierce determination. Bakugou shuddered as Kirishima spoke, his voice eerily calm, "We need to find her. Now."

They both hurriedly exited the cave, transforming their mess of nerves into anger and pure rage. Anger at…at...fuck they couldn't even goddamn think! The fury gained in intensity and they let it ripple through their being as they transformed into their second skin, scales sprouting from their bodies and wings stretching in record speed, preparing to take off.

They flew upwards before scanning the vast expansion of land, slited eyes flitting around in search of anything out of the ordinary. They flew around and soon they smelt it. The familiar cinnamon aroma that usually brought a sense of peace. Their heart rates spiked – they smelt a hint of blood. They smelt hu –

They paused. Humans.

It was worn-out, like someone made the effort to magically conceal the smell, but the Dragon Lords were experienced. Rage was a familiar emotion to Bakugou and Kirishima, but they never felt this level of intense, roaring heat in their entire lives.

So angry, that their rage fizzled out, replaced with something else. Replaced with a destructive blend of uncanny calmness with a mad desire to slaughter anything and everything in the way of their mate.

Kirishima's mind went blank as he hardened his body in dragon form and dived dangerously fast towards the scent of humans. He was a flying projectile of sure destruction as Bakugou followed at a blinding speed.

A barrier suddenly erected from the ground up. The Earth dragon crashed into the shield with colossal intensity, successfully destroying it as it disintegrated with his landing. He crushed the trees below him and the dirt flew up to act like a brown fog, masking their large figures as the Explosion dragon landed beside him. Bakugou and Kirishima watched as the dirt settled back to the ground and revealed a small battalion of humans and Faye creatures with collars around their necks.

They searched out Ochako's familiar scent, dulled down from the hundreds of creatures scattered around.

And Kirishima and Bakugou froze, ice running through their veins when they saw her.

Lying limply on the ground at a human's feet.

Unmoving.

Dead.

The battle began.

With another grief stricken roar, it was a whirlwind of blood as everything the Dragon Lords built over the last couple of months disappeared in an instant. There was no point in anything anymore. There was simply no point if Ochako was gone.

Their everything was gone.

Bakugou let off massive explosions, heated enough where it would hurt but it wouldn't kill. Because his goal wasn't to murder just yet. His goal was to make them suffer.

And Kirishima did much the same, never going for the head. They had to make everyone feel how they felt because…because…

But the Dragon Lords weren't the only ones that endured losses. Their little mate taught them that.

The thought tore them apart. They couldn't. Ochako wouldn't…wouldn't want them like that.

And the crushing weight of their loss hit them tenfold. As layers of blood splattered against their scales, as they endured hit after hit against their tiring bodies, they felt defeated.

Tsuki and Eiji just wanted Ochako back.

In an almost scary turn of events, the massive red and yellow dragons slowly seized their attacks, accepting the sharp stabs of pain as smaller goblins punctured their tough hide with magic infused daggers. Or as witches shocked them with an electrifying current that made them numb to the bone. Or as flying creatures flew around their snouts, tearing at the dragons' faces until blood trickled out of their wounds.

It was really quite simple. A quick, all-out attack from Bakugou could destroy the entire battalion in an instant. Ochako was dead anyway. It was okay if they could disintegrate her body along with it…but…it wasn't okay. The Explosion dragon was selfish. If he was finally going to die, he wanted to be able to see his two mates in his final moments.

If. If he was going to die, he reiterated. He wouldn't back down so easily…h-he wouldn't, he wasn't so pathetic to simply throw it all away now, but…

Bakugou never felt so truly pathetic in his life.

Kirishima remembered back in the day, when Bakugou and Kirishima were planning to rule the world, that the two promised that they'd never die at the hands of others. At this moment, he wasn't sure what he wanted. He just wanted the ache in his chest to stop.

He wanted to go back. He wanted to be in the arms of Bakugou and Ochako. He wanted her small fingers to run through his hair and Bakugou cursing at him for stealing away her attention. He wanted…he wanted…

Kirishima closed his eyes, welcoming the physical pain that dulled the never-ending, harrowing throb of his heart. It was such an agonizing pain. He almost chuckled out of delirium, but his dragon form only allowed him to let out a small huff. The redhead no longer gave a fuck about messing with her or trying to pull out her annoyed reactions, watching the adorable scrunch of her nose as she told them off. It was all different know.

In his head, he promised. He'd never mess with her again if he could have her in his arms right now, her voice pitched as she scolded him for licking her cheek. He'd never fight with her. She could get whatever she wanted. She could visit her human friends for all he and Bakugou cared, as long as his Little One could be wrapped in his embrace at the end of the day.

Ochako spoiled them too much with her touches and her sweet laughter. Her care for them and openness despite all that they've done in the past. The way she made they feel loved, made them want to be better.

Bakugou and Kirishima would never get that again.

He didn't know how to go on without the gentle caress of her padded fingers against his cheek, her gentle humming as she pranced around the clearing while Bakugou and Kirishima watched.

He just wanted…to go to sleep.

The two dragons accepted their fate as the war cries resounded around them. Bloodshed and battles was all they'd ever known, and soon they'd die with all they'd ever known.

"Hey! Get the fuck away from them!"

Bakugou and Kirishima's eyes slit open and glanced behind them, right before the area was filled with cool air as ice surrounded their massive figure, knocking down some of the creatures attacking the dragons' bodies. As they shook their snouts so the snow particles dispersed, they eyed the owner of the familiar voice.

Mina stood on the outskirts of the forest, along with everyone else from U.A. They didn't waste time as they all sprung into battle, flicks of acid knocking down the goblins crawling up Kirishima's body and a giant hand crushed the witches holding Bakugou back.

Slowly, one by one, Bakugou and Kirishima's opponents were tapered off as U.A. stood before them. The two were astonished.

"Ya'll really had to wake us up from our beauty sleep, huh? But I didn't think you guys were so weak so lose against such a measly army." Mina mocked them briefly. The Dragon Lords could only glare at her as Bakugou let out a low growl, the ache dulled as he picked up on her challenge. Yet, although they didn't express it, they were thankful. "Don't worry." The pink Halfling winked at them. "We got more backup coming."

The tides have changed. The Dragon Lords and the small army of orphans began to push back against the humans, and with renewed vigour, Bakugou and Kirishima shook off the pain of their cuts and bruises and began fighting back. They fought hard, wary of the allies beside them, as they reached closer to Ochako's unconscious body.

As they neared the brunette, instead of yielding to the crushing pain of losing their mate, they focused on how fortunate they were to have U.A. on their side. That's right. They wouldn't have people that…that cared about them if it wasn't for her.

Bakugou and Kirishima could figure out a way to bring her back after they retrieved her body. This was not the end of their Angel. For fuck's sake, they had the Tree of Eternity. And they were the Dragon Lords. They would find a way if it was the last thing they do.

The Explosion dragon neared Ochako's body, heart lurching in chest, before some purple haired freak stood in front of him. He wore no fear despite the two dragon's towering figures, a cause of the collar he wore around his neck.

"The feared Dragon Lords of the continent, huh?" The man started, looking smug. Bakugou did not like his tone of voice at all. Kirishima, on the other hand, was raging. "Not so feared now when you can barely protect your mate. Little ol', Oc-cha-ko."

Their eyes flashed. Oh, this ass was going to fucking die. It was Kirishima who prepared to lunge and maul the man to his death, under the influence of the collar or not. Right before he was about to respond, a voice called out, stopping him in his tracks.

"Don't listen to him!" Everyone whipped their terrifying glares towards a freckled, green haired man. "Shinso can control you if you reply to him."

Shinso blinked.

"So you're a traitor." The mind controller stated nonchalantly. "Master said traitors should die, too."

But Shinso didn't get far. While he was distracted, the Earth dragon continued his lunge and pinned the man to the ground, claws extended to press against his neck as he was fixed into place.

"D-don't kill him either!" Deku scrambled towards Shinso. Bakugou was not having it. This broccoli looking piece of shit was human too. Humans couldn't be trusted.

The yellow dragon huffed out a breath of scorching air as he stepped in front of Midoriya's way, and watched as the man shivered violently in fear, stumbling back. All while the battle still continued on around them – Asui hopped around and whipped away enemies with her tongue so they wouldn't get in the way between Ochako and the Dragon Lords. Kaminari did the same, electrifying anyone that were trying to get close to the dragons.

"Y-you can't kill him! If you kill him Ochako will die!" The green haired human squeaked out. Bakugou whipped his head at him so fast, that Deku jumped and tripped to fall on his butt. He scrambled back, reaching to grab the bow and arrow from his back.

Kirishima leered over at Deku while pinning Shinso to the ground. Bakugou let out a low growl, eyes slitting into a dark glare, seeming to ponder over his words.

"Trust me! I'm one of Ochako's best friends. Shinso can temporarily take away someone's soul and I asked him to do –" Before he could finish his sentence, Bakugou bounded towards him. Deku shrieked, moving to block the dragon's attack with his bow in front of him. In his attempt to defend himself, he failed to notice sharp scales shifting into human skin.

The bow was ripped from Deku's roughened hand and thrown away from them as the human was thrown onto the ground, pinned to the earth by a hand on his neck. He blinked blearily up at a blonde man, too freaked out about how he was this close to dying to notice how the blonde was now very naked, blood from his many wounds trickling down tough skin.

"How dare you call her by her first name." Bakugou spat with a menacing growl, tightening his hold on Midoriya's poor neck. He wheezed as tears started to prick at his eyes, hands clawing at the blonde's wrist at an attempt to allow himself to breathe.

"P-please," Deku croaked. The red dragon made a weird growling noise, possibly communicating to the other half of the Dragon Lords. Bakugou grunted before loosening his hold on the human's neck. Deku was one to seize every opportunity. "Just break off Shinso's collar. He'll undo it right away." He said all in one breath.

Bakugou turned to Kirishima, giving him a nod to suggest doing what the green haired man said. They watched as the Earth dragon transformed right in front of their eyes, all in his naked glory. The redhead winced as the large gash on his body shrunk in size, but still ached in discomfort. He had his clothes wrapped around his ankle but he couldn't be bothered to put them on, reaching out to break Shinso's collar the same way as he did to Uraraka's hours before, but a lot more aggressively.

The minute the collar fell to the ground with a loud clang, Shinso's eyes which were once a dull purple glowed back to its usual vibrant colour. He inhaled a shaky breath, looking up at blazing red eyes and sharp teeth as the redhead rumbled a warning.

"Let me get to her. I need to physically touch her to give her, her soul back." Kirishima growled deeply at the purple freak's words, another warning. He got off of Shinso but kept his hands around his neck, still half transformed as his claws dug into the pale skin of the man's neck. They walked awkwardly towards Uraraka's body.

Kirishima and Bakugou were trying to hide it, but their blood pounded erratically in their ears in apprehension. Ochako was dead. They were sure of it. They felt her disappear completely from the bond and they just…couldn't. If she was back, if she was actually okay…

No, they couldn't be hopeful. The disappointment would be crushing. They'd break completely. They were already this close to losing their sanity. A taunt piece of string. One small touch and they'd snap completely.

Shinso landed beside Ochako's body on shaky knees. Beside him Kirishima looked away from the brunette's pale form, lips wobbling despite once being known as an emotionless killer. He gritted his teeth.

Bakugou stared at Shinso with great intensity, making sure he wouldn't pull any funny shit.

Shinso gently moved the petite girl's body so her head tilted upwards towards the sky. Bakugou almost choked out a sob as flinched, trying to remain stoic when the blonde noticed that her empty, brown eyes were slightly cracked open, looking up at the sky but unseeing. He channeled the pain into anger, pinning poor Deku harder against the ground.

The purple haired man moved his palm up to her face, gently resting his middle finger against her forehead, before gently pressing.

There was a moment of tense silence as they waited. Bakugou's heart thumped heavily, feeling like it was this fucking close to jumping out of his chest as everything around him drowned out.

Wake up Cheeks. Wake up.

Kirishima felt himself shake while still holding the man's neck, almost embarrassed as surely Shinso felt the redhead's moment of weakness. God, but he was…he was fucking terrified. 'Cause if she didn't wake up now, that meant she was really gone for good, and he wouldn't be able to cope.

But then, Ochako breathed.

Err, well, she snored, in such a way that it made her sound extremely unfeminine as she then started up in a fit of coughs.

Bakugou almost laughed, instead letting out a snort as the brunette sat up, looking dazed and confused as her coughs subsided. She blinked rapidly, adjusting her eyes to the dark of the night.

She was okay.

Bakugou released his hold and collapsed onto the ground beside Deku, not bothering to move as Midoriya moved away from the blonde. He laid there, feeling numb after he felt, just, so much in a span of a couple hours. Ochako Uraraka really was going to be the death of him.

Kirishima dropped his hold from Shinso's throat, instead falling to his knees in front of the brunette. At the sound, she turned her head to look at the redhead and immediately flushed red at his state of undress. She then turned to look around at the fighting around her, and when her eyes latched onto Bakugou, she immediately flushed a brighter red.

"Why the fuck are the both of you naked?" The Gravity-user yelped as she turned her head away from them.

Kirishima ignored her and wrapped her in his arms, so tight that Uraraka wheezed in both pain and embarrassment at the fact that he was still bare.

"E-Eiji?" She rasped. Gods. His name on her lips never felt better. She was alive, living, breathing in his arms.

"I don't mean to interrupt you all from this beautiful moment," Mina yelled from across the field, dodging vines as she faced off against a forest elf. "But we need some help until back up comes!"

Bakugou, Kirishima and Ochako all smiled at each other before springing into action.

The Dragon Lords transformed back into their dragon forms, the pain of the stretching wounds at the back of their minds as they simply wanted to get this battle over with as quick as possible. Ochako joined them as she felt her body experience the familiar effects of her shapeshifting. It had been awhile since she last transformed, but it was time to get this fight over with.

She was a beautiful dragon, with scales glimmering a pastel pink and purple gradient. A lot smaller than Bakugou and Kirishima's dragons much to their amusement. Her iridescent scales were illuminated by the red of the trees and the light of the moon. Semi-transparent, crystal horns curled like a rams on her head.

Bakugou's heart nearly flew out of his chest at the sheer beauty of his living, breathing mate. He let out a final breath of relief. Thank fuck.

They sprung into battle. It wasn't the same as their usual sparring, nor like when they first met on the battle field. Ochako was going all out – she clawed, scratched and tore up at her enemies.

In his distraction from ogling his mate, Bakugou winced as the giant golem he was facing focused on a particular scratch on his shoulder, before Kirishima lunged to wrestle against the blonde's opponent.

A bit irked but also thankful for the save, the Explosion dragon felt renewed with energy now that both his mates were fighting alongside him.

The enemies' attacks did little against Kirishima's tough defences, and he was wreck less. Kirishima let out a rumbling warning as his talons finally pinned the golem down, trying to scratch at their collar. The creature was relentless, thrashing violently but eventually he was able to remove the collar.

Although it felt like they were making progress, time felt stagnant as everyone clashed. The witches and other mythical creatures under the collar's control were not helping their case at all.

If Bakugou was in human form, he'd be yelling bloody murder as he batted the human soldiers coming at him with his tail, waving it wildly. He smashed them like tiny bugs under his talons, explosions sparkling in his clawed hands, but winced as they fought back as the witches healed and strengthened the small battalion.

It would be much easier if he could let off another massive explosion to eradicate everyone, or Kirishima could use one of his earthquakes. But fuck, they couldn't hurt Uraraka and their allies. They were still at an advantage either way, it was just taking much longer than they wanted.

Fucking hell. If Bakugou could scoff in dragon form, he would. Uraraka really knew how to get them in the stickiest of situations. The blonde was just glad that she was alive but holy shit. He couldn't explain the relief. He couldn't, mostly because he was busy fighting off the creatures clamouring onto his body.

Bakugou grit his teeth. Maybe Kirishima could split the Earth in two and Uraraka would probably be able to use her powers to float their friends out of the hole as Bakugou and Kirishima continued to fight? He turned his head to glance over at Uraraka to see how she was doing, not planning to lose her again anytime soon, and paused in his fight in awe.

He watched as she floated short-range combatants into the air as she struggled against the witches and Elves that were able to somehow withstand or cancel her gravitational powers. But she did it with such grace, her tiny, draconic form moving with ease as she dodged and swiped at her enemies, being careful to not truly hurt any of the ones with collars on.

And as he saw her scales illuminate and ripple with every millimeter of movement, very much alive and thriving, he felt his whole being ache. When he glanced back at Kirishima, the menacing dragon crushing his opponents with ease, the feeling only increased.

God, he might be in love.

Before he could even react to his own thoughts, a familiar voice interrupted him.

"Yo yo!" People briefly paused in their fights to turn to look at a gorgeous blonde. Uraraka pouted, swirling with a mix of indignation and relief when her eyes fell upon Camie, and then turning to smack a goblin particularly hard in the face. Bakugou and Kirishima smirked. "'Sup bros and girlies! We're here to help." Camie called out again, a couple members of the succubus tribe moved to stand proudly beside her. In a second, they had many of the human males and weaker Faye creatures on both teams pause in their tracks to gawk at the blonde's beauty.

From there, the fight was already won.

Even though a few members of the supernatural side were ensnared by the succubi's powers, it was easy to remove the collars as most of the human battalion stood dazed. And with the humans out of commission, that left the supernatural creatures without anyone to control them.

Everyone cheered at their eventual victory as the humans were overpowered and then quickly tied up. Uraraka, Kirishima and Bakugou reverted back to their human forms, hissing in pain as their cuts and bruises changed in size with the shift. Kirishima untied the black shirt tied around his ankle (how it stayed on throughout all the commotion, he didn't know) and threw it at Uraraka, before he and Bakugou quickly slid on the pants they brought with them.

Before her mates even had a chance to talk to her, she ran to where she saw Deku and Iida previously, squealing in excitement.

"Guys!" This time, tears of joy sprung from her eyes as they all wrapped each other in another hug. They only pulled away slightly at the distant growls of the Dragon Lords' in the background.

Iida suddenly straightened, moving away from the embrace to puff out his chest.

"I apologize on behalf of Izuku and I. This wouldn't have happened if we had told you to leave earlier. I am so sorry we got you caught up in this mess." Iida nervously told Ochako as he proceeded to do a weird chopping motion with his right hand. "But…I'm glad you're safe."

Before the brunette could even utter a word to tell them that it was all okay, she felt the overwhelming power of Kirishima and Bakugou coming up from behind her. Plus, their loud stomping did little to hide their frustration.

She watched as Iida flinched in shock at their intimating aura, before he attempted to stand tall in an act of confidence, while Midoriya audibly gulped. Uraraka puffed her cheeks when she felt herself being thrusted behind two, towering masses of muscle that happened to be her mates.

"Hey! –" She was immediately cut off.

Kirishima reached out and fisted Iida's shirt, so tight that the raven haired man hovered a centimeter above the ground. The redhead and blonde gave a deathly glare towards the two humans.

"Fuck off, humans." Bakugou hissed. Kirishima tilted his head to glare downwards at Iida, a threat already on his tongue before Ochako hopped (because they're both so goddamn tall) and smacked them at the back of their heads.

"They may be humans," She began. "But these two happened to save my life back when I was collared. And I would be dead if it weren't for Deku and his fast thinking." Uraraka turned to look at her green haired friend, which in turn made Bakugou and Kirishima focus their cold gaze on said human. He almost whimpered out loud. "Right, Deku?" She asked, and as their cold gaze turned downright freezing, Deku in fact, did whimper out loud.

"Y-yes!" He squeaked, before going on one of his many rambles. Ochako giggled at the familiar habit of his, much to Kirishima and Bakugou's growing annoyance. "I did some research on dragons a lot when I first met Ochako, and found out that dragons have mates. It was fascinating to me because the only other creature that have mates are werewolves, but for werewolves they can actually choose who they want to be with. So dragons are the only species that actually are soul bond in some unexplainable way.

What's even crazier is that each mate can feel if another mate is in grave danger. Or, if one mate happens to pass away, the other mate can recognize it at the intense pain they would feel. So I thought about it more and inferred that you guys would notice if her soul was tinkered with. And since Shinso is a descendant of the Grim Reaper, he can manipulate souls. I don't know – at the time I was panicking so I asked him to take away Ochako's soul. I just kind of hoped you guys could feel it and come and –"

"Wait," Bakugou cut off Deku's rambling with a rumbling hiss. "You're the reason why me and Shitty Hair had a fucking heart attack because we thought she fucking died?"

The human meeped but nodded his head fervently.

Kirishima growled low and dropped the raven haired man before stalking towards Deku. The redhead grumbled in warning, "Just wait until we're done with you."

Ochako let out a hefty sigh, drawing the attention of the boys around her. She eyed Kirishima with a raised eyebrow and watched as he pouted. He stopped in his tracks to look at the ground with a kicked-puppy expression.

"Uh," The Earth dragon grumbled. "Just kidding." Her face lit up. Did Eiji just – ?

"And you!" Her smile dropped as she whipped around to face her now seething, blonde mate, holding her in place with a pointed glare. "Fuck's sake, Ochako. Do you have any idea how fucking pissed I am at you right now?" With a staggering glare, he added on darkly, voice filled with unspoken promises. "We're going to make you regret scaring us like that ever again."

In a blink of an eye, Bakugou went from standing in from of her to baring his teeth against her neck. Her mind went haywire. The brunette gasped as he bit into the exposed flesh, in front of everybody might she also add.

"W-what did I do?" She asked, but instantly regretted asking such a dumb question as her mind finally caught up after Bakugou's bite.

Ochako went from blacking out from Shinso's magic to waking up with her boys in the middle of an all out battle. She wasn't clued in on what happened while she was out, but judging by the relief she saw on Eiji's face when she woke up, and how her mates apparently thought she almost died, Ochako knew she was in biiiiig fucking trouble.

To her terrifying realization, she heard Kirishima laugh. Like, his evil laugh. The laugh and smile he wore when he was excitedin battle. Unhinged.

Ochako felt her stomach drop.

"I have a bad feeling about this…" Uraraka muttered mostly to herself as she watched Kirishima closing in on her as well. She turned her head to eye Deku and Iida and signal for their help, but instead she found them completely abandoning her. Iida was flushed as he talked to Camie with fast stutters, and Todoroki was a bright red as Deku raved on about how amazing it was that Todoroki could wield fire and ice?!

Whatever happened to being best friends?, she thought to herself as her eye twitched.

Bringing Uraraka out of her thoughts, she heard Toru calling out her name.

"Ochako! Don't worry about us here. U.A. will help with damage control." The brunette tilted her head to look at the pinkette and Toru's floating clothes beside her, her brown eyes blown wide in realization that all her so called friends were throwing her to the wolves. Mina winked with her tongue out. "Good luck, girl. I feel like you're gonna need it."

Wait, what-

Uraraka yelped as Kirishima wrapped Bakugou and her in a tight hold, her face (pleasantly) squashed against their shirtless chests, before the blonde let off explosions with his hands, sending them flying up into the sky. They flew so fast, that they reached home in record time.

She barely realized that they finally entered the cave until she was unceremoniously thrown onto the familiar bedding, her body bouncing against the mattress before settling against the soft, white sheets.

Ochako shifted from laying on her back to lean on her elbows. She gulped when she stared up at Kirishima and Bakugou standing over her, brown, doe eyes meeting sharp red as she glanced between the two of them.

This was…different.

Her face heated impossibly, surely a bright red as all the blood in her body went to her round cheeks. She was embarrassed. The look they gave her – it was too overwhelming. Bakugou looked at her in a way that felt like he was mocking her. Angry. Kirishima looked like he was trying to plan ways to rip her apart, so intently focused on her figure that she wanted to squirm.

But Ochako kept herself still, still only wearing Bakugou's black skull shirt. As she studied their expressions, her mind whirling in an attempt to decipher her mates, she swiftly realized that for once, she found it hard to guess what they were thinking.

All she knew was that she sure as hell caused a lot of trouble while she was out.

"So," Kirishima started, the eerie calm of his voice sending nervous shivers down Uraraka's spine. "Care to tell us what exactly you did to get into that much fucking trouble?" Ochako felt herself flushing red. Kirishima didn't swear often, and when he did, it left an impact. She knew she wasn't just in trouble. Judging by their scarlet gazes piercing through her very soul, she had a feeling she wasn't going to get out of this conversation unscathed.

Uraraka was, for a lack of a better word, in deep fucking shit.

But, because she was stubborn, Uraraka wasn't about to tell them about the surprise party.

"I-I, uh," She cursed herself for stuttering. "I was going to visit U.A…"

"In the middle of the fucking night?" Kirishima growled low, an eyebrow raised to show he wasn't buying whatever shit she was trying to sell. She flinched as he swore again. And apparently she took to long to answer, because Bakugou went off.

"Fine, don't tell us shit, Ochako. Just fuck us, right?" She flinched again at the sound of her name, unfamiliar coming from Bakugou's lips as he continued to go on, voice becoming more agitated as he talked. "Who gives a fuck about how we feel, huh? Doesn't fucking matter." The blonde seethed, starting to shake with…with…he didn't fucking know. He was a giant mess of emotions and it was snowballing and he felt like he was losing control.

"God, fuck this!" The blonde suddenly yelled. Ochako sealed her lips in a wobbly line as she scanned Bakugou's expression, seeing a mix of anger and something else she couldn't recognize. She didn't know what to say. "You're never leaving our fucking sight ever again, Angel. You're never leaving this fucking place without us. We're not going to lose you. Not on our fucking watch." She opened her mouth to protest but Kirishima cut her off before she could get a word out.

"You don't have a fucking choice. You listen to us. You obey our every command." With each sentence Bakugou stalked closer and closer while Kirishima's voice darkened as he gave her a look that held her frozen in place. Her mind was running a mile a minute, confused and filled with panicked desperation. What was happening? Her mates gave her respect. Treated her like an equal. What exactly happened while she was gone that made them revert back?

Eventually Bakugou was leaning over her on the bed, one of his calloused hands trailing up at the start of her knee and she tensed, feeling sharpened nails skimming up and slightly touch the skin covered by his shirt. Her face flushed red because they've never touched each other's bare skin like that before and what-

Ochako yelped as she felt him dig his nails into her skin, enough to leave a mark as his other hand tore the only piece of clothing she wore in half.

"Katsuki!" A flood of embarrassment washed over her and she desperately tried to cover her bare body from Bakugou and Kirishima's prying eyes. Bakugou chuckled darkly, moving to pin the arms covering her breasts above her head with a single hand. His other hand gripping her thigh moved to hold her waist tightly.

She never felt so exposed and vulnerable in her life. Tears welled up in her eyes but she held strong. Ochako tried to make eye contact with her mates, trying to get a read of why they were doing this to her, shaking like a leaf as she willed the panic away. But they faced away from her, avoiding her eyes.

Everything connected. Uraraka knew her mates. They were hurting, but she knew that they'd never hurt her. She knew Bakugou and Kirishima respected her. For god's sake, they couldn't even face her right now.

Heart thumping rapidly in her chest, she was proven right.

Bakugou sneered. "You're ours. We're going to make sure the only thing you can think about is usdestroying you. By the end of tonight, you'll never want to leave us again because you'll be too busy screaming our names. Voice hoarse as you beg us to fill you up until we're satisfied." Bakugou tightened his hold on her as he spoke. "Every day. All the time. You're never leaving our side. You're never going to…y-you're never," Bakugou's voice cracked as he tried to go on and he looked away in shame. Fuck, he sounded weak.

Uraraka watched as he curled in on himself above her, hands slacking around her wrist to move and wrap around her stomach gently. Because reality finally settled in – he really did almost lose her. His heart stuttered.

He almost lost her, he almost lost her, he almost lost her.

"You're never going to leave us again. Not like that. Y-you can't, Angel. I-I…fuck." He went to bury his head into her neck, rubbing himself over her as her heart lurched at how broken he sounded. Uraraka bit her lip. Overwhelmed. "I've neverbeen so fucking scared in my goddamn life. Shit Ochako. You can't leave us like that. You're-you…you mean too much to us, Angel."

Ochako felt everything at once, welling up with so much emotion as her cheeks strained when she tried to will the tears away. She felt stupid, guilty. Ecstatic, excited. Gods, who the fuck was she kidding? They were her everything.

She loved them so fucking much. It was obvious. Ochako never wanted to see them this broken ever again.

"Look at me." The brunette was surprised at how solid her voice sounded, despite being shaky with nerves. When Bakugou didn't move, she said more gently. "Please look at me, Katsuki." After a beat, she felt the blonde shift in her arms and she turned her gaze towards the redhead, standing with his eyes downturned. "Eijiro, come here."

It didn't take a second for the redhead to wrap them all in his arms.

Ochako felt her throat close up as she finally was face to face with Kirishima and Bakugou. Seeing their expressions broke her down bit by bit and her own eyes welled up with tears, words of assurance almost forgotten as she was overwhelmed with emotions.

"Fuck," Kirishima swore. Bakugou and Ochako stared in stunned silence, the brunette's vision blurry with tears. Kirishima clenched his teeth, brows furrowed and face pinched in an odd way that conveyed pain. Yeah, fuck, he almost lost Ochako. But now, with the warmth of his mates in his arms, he also felt strangely happy.

"Fuck," He repeated and moved to cup both her cheeks in his hands, staring at her so brokenly that the tears building up finally began to run down her face. "I can't believe you're here in my arms." The redhead solemnly chuckled, wiping away the tears collecting against his palms. Uraraka's heart lurched as she heard his voice break at his words.

She finally cracked.

"I'm so sorry!" Ochako blubbered, tears falling no matter how hard she tried to control it. "I'm so sorry that I scared you guys. I'm so sorry that I broke your trust. I was just trying to do something for you both in secret. I never wanted to hurtyou." Ochako hiccupped, knowing she looked and sounded chaotic. "But I'm alive. And I'm going to make damn sure that we all stay that way for as long as possible."

Surprising Kirishima and Ochako both, Bakugou laughed. They brunette and redhead turned to eye him curiously, all their eyes wet with tears, and he just snorted at their looks. They all looked crazy.

"I just," He paused, seeming to debate something in his head before shrugging. Fuck it. "I'm fucking ecstatic right now." The blonde chuckled again.

Shaky smiles broke on everyone's faces.

Kirishima couldn't believe it. Not only was Katsuki his, a ball of wild energy that always challenged him to be better, but he had a fucking angel in front of him. A goddess sent to bring purpose in his and Bakugou's life.

He realized too, that he felt truly happy.

Kirishima let out a soft laugh and Uraraka turned to him, taking in the gentle look in his eyes and the small smile on his lips. A blush painted his cheeks and she squirmed at the sight, feeling…warm.

"Eiji?" The brunette prodded softly and she watched as his smile stretched into a grin. He didn't respond just yet, instead opting to nuzzle against her neck, breathing in the sweet, cinnamon scent as he began to chuckle. At his movement, Bakugou joined the redhead on the other side of Uraraka's neck, rubbing against her as well.

Bakugou lifted his head slightly to eye Kirishima's shaking form. "The fuck you laughing at?"

There was a small silence before he uttered four words that had their hearts soaring.

"I love you both."

At that, Ochako squealed as Bakugou blushed a violent red, jolting away from Ochako's neck. Even for Bakugou, he didn't think he ever heard the three words from the redhead. Not in a long time, at least.

"Ei-ji-ro!" Ochako sung in excitement and awe. She felt like she was on cloud nine! Ochako sniffed, already feeling the tears collect again. Man, it's been less than 24 hours and this was already the tenth time she cried today!

"I love you guys too!" Ochako blurted, attempting and failing to hug her two mates tight because of their large size. She felt them both freeze in her meager hold, before Bakugou started.

"Say that again." The blonde demanded. "Both of you."

"Nah bro, that's like, a once a week thing."

Bakugou growled, moving to slap Kirishima. He yelped out loud. Ochako laughed and watched her boys argue about dumb shit as always. She rolled her eyes as their petty argument went on and on, deciding to cut them off before it ended in them physically fighting. Ochako did not have the energy for that right now.

"I love you, Eiji." She turned to stop Kirishima's next remark for being called Shitty Hair by pecking him on the lips. Ochako turned to Bakugou. "I love you, Tsuki." She stopped him as well with a quick peck.

They halted, stunned, only for a second. Kirishima and Ochako looked at Bakugou pointedly, clearly expecting something from the blonde. Bakugou huffed, face becoming heated again as he looked away from the both of them.

"I guess…you guys are alright." The Earth and Gravity dragon glanced at each other briefly before maintaining their stare on Bakugou. "I-I don't fucking hate you guys, okay?!" The two persisted until Bakugou exploded. "FINE! I LOVE YOU BOTH SO FUCKING MUCH THAT I'D KILL ANYONE THAT WOULD GET IN THE WAY US! AND ANGEL," He abruptly turned to look at Ochako's gaping face. "I'M SORRY ABOUT WHAT I SAID EARLIER ABOUT NEVER LEAVING HOME, ROUNDFACE. YOU CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT WITH YOURSELF!"

"Awwww, Bakubrooooo." Kirishima cooed, turning to kiss him on the cheek and all over his face while the blonde grunted in annoyance. Even so, Bakugou never moved away. Ochako felt giddy as she watched their absolutely adorable display of affection.

Finally, Bakugou and Kirishima's lips sealed. They kissed gently as first. Ochako flushed beneath them as she watched her boys press against each other passionately. It wasn't long before Bakugou's impatient ass upped the amp by biting and pulling Eiji's bottom lip. The redhead's eyes snapped open, flashing a dangerous glare as they began their fight for dominance, the sounds of clacking teeth spurring them on as the brunette began to breathe heavily from underneath them.

Wow… Ochako was awestruck, completely captivated. The kiss was heated as they pushed and pulled languidly while she laid there, naked.

Oh yeah, she was naked…

Holy shit she completely forgot!

All too aware of her exposed form and the ripped shirt laid under her, she couldn't help the small squeak that escaped. Between fight or flight, she's say that she was more of a fight girl. But in any situation that screamed sexual intimacy, she wanted to book it.

The small sound she let out loud betrayed her as it caused the opposite of the desired affect. Bakugou and Kirishima's attention turned towards the petite brunette, a small string of saliva connecting their swollen lips as Bakugou gave her a hooded look. Kirishima grinned wildly, eyes swirling with dark intent that Ochako was all too familiar of. She gulped.

"G-guys?" She spluttered. "I'm…tired. Yes, I'm tired. I think we should go to sleep."

Well, she tried.

"Oh no," Kirishima responded, voice taunting her as if he was messing with prey. "We're not done with you." His sharp teeth glinted in the iridescent light of the cave. He moved towards her neck and by instinct Ochako squeezed her eyes shut, arching her neck to expose the unmarred skin, not sure whether to move away or allow him to dig his teeth into her neck.

At that thought, she shivered below them, feeling herself heat up in strange ways as her inner dragon purred at the image. The thought of her neck covered in Bakugou and Kirishima's mark…she whimpered.

Her mates took notice, grinning to themselves as she was reacting just as they wanted her to.

"Aren't you excited, Angel?" Bakugou reminded her of his presence as her mind was split between feeling Kirishima's nose run across her neck to the blonde's gravelly voice in her ear. "Tonight is going to be all. About. You." Her eyes dramatically opened at his words.

"What are- ah!" Before she could even question his words, Kirishima licked a line up her neck before sucking gently on the junction of the pale skin. She felt herself starting to shake as everything within her went haywire. Something savage within her, something primitive, was welling up inside. Something that laid dormant all this time was finally pushing against the barriers inside her, chanting at her to simply submit. But her mind said otherwise – she wanted to dominate.

With the help of her Gravitational powers, she pushed Bakugou away briefly so she could wrap her legs around Kirishima's waist, before twisting her lower body and pushing against his broad shoulders, successfully pinning her red-haired mate below her.

With a low growl, she went in for the kill and bit at Kirishima's neck. Hard.

"Holy shit." Kirishima breathed heavily through his nose as he couldn't help but rut against her, clothed pants rubbing against Ochako's bare skin. His hands went to grab at her waist. He dug his fingers into her tightly as she yelped at the feeling, slowly grinding against her to get Ochako ready.

Before Bakugou could complain (because she knew he would if she didn't give him enough attention), she ignored how flustered she felt as her hands reached out grab the waistband of his pants, and tugged the blonde towards her.

Ochako sat up, feeling Kirishima pause with his hands holding her in place as she brought Bakugou to her lips. Ochako had only experienced soft, gentle pecks. Nothing like the kisses Kirishima and Bakugou usually share. But she wanted to…please. The thought embarrassed her, making her face flush red in embarrassment at the thoughts she was capable of having.

Ochako tried to mirror what she saw Kirishima and Bakugou do, kissing against Bakugou with more fervor. She felt more than heard Bakugou chuckle against her, and she pulled back, flustered that she probably had done something wrong.

"Was that not okay?" Ochako couldn't help the insecurity seeping through her voice. So much for her small bout of confidence. She felt Kirishima begin to run his thumbs in circles on her hips, unconsciously soothing her. Bakugou cracked a smirk, staring at her with uncontained glee.

"Was fucking hot. Just relax, Angel." As Bakugou leaned forward to capture her lips once again, he felt a deeper part of himself feel excited that he was ruining her in some way. He knew it was wrong. He knew this feeling stemmed from his past, but he allowed himself to indulge in his Angel.

Kirishima, on the other hand, was having a hell of a time watching them, feeling himself stir as he watched Ochako desperately try to keep up with Bakugou's hurried kisses.

Bakugou and Ochako moved together, sharing a kiss that didn't just make her stomach erupt in butterflies. The kiss was…different. It didn't make her heart patter in her chest in warmth, it made her mind numb, her lower body felt like it was on fire, but in a good way? She wasn't sure anymore. All she knew was that Bakugou tasted good. Like caramel, kinda. But a lil' burnt.

And then he opened his mouth slightly against hers, confusing the brunette until she felt something wet swipe where her lips met. She jumped suddenly, hopping on Kirishima. Her eyes snapped open as she heard the redhead hiss, going to turn her head away from Bakugou to check on her other mate. Instead, Bakugou grabbed her chin and held her in place, a protest falling deaf on their ears as it was muffled by the blonde's lips. As her mouth opened, he easily slipped inside and Ochako couldn't help but squeak into his mouth.

She felt the hands on her hips tighten, before Kirishima angled towards her until she felt something hard against her rear. Ass on his abs but just grazing the half hard erection he was sporting.

Ochako let out another squeak as her mind finally registered on the fact that his dick was touching her butt oh my god.

She was starting to feel like everything was becoming too much and panic rose within in her. Ochako tried to move away from Bakugou's hand holding her in place and lift her hips away from Kirishima, but they held her tightly in place with a dark chuckle. They were enjoying this, very much.

Kirishima moved her lower half down his body and her eyes widened as he slowly tilted her hips. She didn't register why until he lifted his own hips, and Ochako saw stars.

"Shiiiit." Kirishima gritted his teeth as he slowly moved against her.

The sound of his curse and his clothed dick rubbing against her bare flesh sent something through her body. And the creature that was residing deep inside her, the creature that told her to give up everything to her two mates, finally escaped its confines.

Her eyes fluttered closed as he continued to grind against her center, slowly. But each time it sent something very nice through Ochako's body as she sloppily kissed Bakugou back, tongues dancing in a way she never thought was possible.

It felt…weird. So weird. But it was starting to feel really good too. So she started to grind back against him.

"Fuck, Ochako." Kirishima swore in such a vulnerable way, that she felt a zing go through her body at his words, a whine bubbling in her throat but captured in Bakugou's mouth. She felt the grip on her chin disappear before a pair of hands ran from her hips and up her body.

Kirishima licked his lips as he watched her moving against him while kissing Bakugou. Even when he stopped grinding against her, he watched her face scrunch up in displeasure and increased the movement of her hips all on her own.

Gods, she was beautiful. And she was theirs.

"You're such a good girl, aren't you?" Kirishima breathed huskily, resuming his grind against her with building speed.

At that, Ochako sped up the movement of her hips and let out a lengthy, truly embarrassing, uncontained moan.

Bakugou pulled away from her lips, snorting. "Of fucking course you have a praise kink." He teased the brunette as she pouted. Her whole body was red now, she was sure of it.

"You're one to talk." Kirishima snorted as he moved against Uraraka, the pout faltering on her face as her mouth slightly parted, eyes fluttering but otherwise still coherent.

Bakugou glared at the redhead, only muttering a, "Can it, Shitty Hair," before resuming his attention on Ochako. The blonde kissed along the column of her neck as she felt the gentle pleasure pulsing through her. It wasn't really getting anywhere, but it felt nice. She liked this a lot.

"You feel good, Ochako?" Kirishima groaned from below her. She nodded fervently. "Use your words, Little One." Ochako bit her lip, heart racing and feeling all kinds of feelings at his nickname for her. But the minute Kirishima stopped moving, she frowned in frustration. Ochako moved a bit against him, but nothing felt as good then when he was grinding back.

"Yes." She huffed breathlessly, words spilling out of her lips without her consent. "Please, Eiji. Don't stop. I-I want to feel good." She heard them chuckle wickedly. Kirishima still hadn't moved and she was getting increasingly annoyed.

"Do you want to feel even better?" Bakugou asked her teasingly and nipped at her neck. Ochako jolted, a whimper leaving her throat as her inner dragon had a field day.

Better? She could feel even better than she was already feeling?

"I want to. I want to so bad. Please Tsuki. Eiji." Gods, none of them knew she'd be the type to enjoy being submissive but fuck did they love this.

She didn't know how Bakugou and Kirishima could be so in sync but they both moved away from her, causing an upset groan to spill from Ochako's lip. Kirishima tutted.

"Patience, Little One. We're going to make sure your first time's unforgettable." Her heart fluttered at that, but she never would've been prepared for what he said after. "We're going to fucking destroy you. Fuck you so good that nothing will be in that pretty head of yours except us. I'm warning you now, Little One."

"We don't want to hurt you, so we'll need safe words." Bakugou added. "Say 'fire' to stop, 'ice' to slow down or give you a break."

Ochako nodded hurriedly, feeling something akin to just wanting to get this over with. Bakugou eyed her predatorily.

"We need to hear your words, Angel." She shivered.

"'Fire' to stop, 'ice' to slow down." Ochako breathlessly answered, shaking in anticipation.

With that, the redhead pushed her to lie flat on the bed. Bakugou moved in front of Ochako as Kirishima went above her, running his calloused fingers through her hair as the blonde moved to grab the creamy flesh of her thighs.

Ochako bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, heightening the feeling of Bakugou's hands on her legs. She felt him squeeze her thighs, so close to her center. The idea made her want to combust.

Bakugou spread her legs open, and embarrassment flashed through her again.

"W-wait!" Ochako moved to close her legs but Bakugou managed to maneuver his way so his shoulders were in the way. His hands massaged the flesh adjacent to her most intimate part, before he used his right hand to gently slide up her folds. "Eek!" She squealed as she twitched slightly at the feeling. H-he's touching-

"Holy shit." Bakugou groaned from below her as her body tensed, feeling him prod gently at her opening. "So fucking wet already, Angel." He glided her slickness upwards before nearing her clit, but never actually touching it. Just teasing. Prolonging something that her body desired.

Bakugou suddenly started rubbing her with two fingers, swirling his digits in a circle against her clit and eyeing her to gauge her reaction.

"Ah!" Ochako panted as whatever it was she felt while grinding on Kirishima came back stronger, her hips moving to roll against him. Trying desperately to increase the pressure of his fingers.

She heard Kirishima shuffling downwards, before a rough hand pressed down on her belly to hold her in place. Her eyes opened and hazily made contact with the redhead as she was forced to take Bakugou's increasing pace, watching Kirishima as he leaned towards her.

Kirishima licked up the length of her neck, completely addicted to her sweet taste. God, he was fucking reeling. He wanted to wreck her. Make her a complete sobbing mess. But Bakugou and him knew they had to take it slow. She was so small, he felt like she'd break if Bakugou and him caved into their desires too quickly.

And the quiet, wanton moans trickling out of her lips made Kirishima shiver in excitement. Making it so much harder to hold back. The sweet call of her voice teased him of what she'd sound like when she was screaming his and Bakugou's name, strangled and strained as she tried to wrap her head around the pleasure they forced her to take.

Kirishima let out a low growl as his fantasies ran wild, nipping and sucking harder at Ochako's neck so her mewls would increase in volume, hand pressing harder against her rippling abdomen to keep her from moving. He pulled his lips away briefly to lap at her ear, nibbling on the lobe as she let out another squeak. Gods, she was fucking adorable.

"You feel good, Little One?" The redhead breathed in her ear.

Bakugou smirked as he eyed Ochako chanting yes, yes, yes over and over again, seeing her struggle to hold onto control as her eyes became more and more unfocused. His two fingers swirled quickly against her clit before his other hand moved to press against her opening.

"A-ah!" His middle finger slowly sunk into her tight heat. "Katsuki!" Ochako yelped, unsure of how to feel about the foreign object entering her.

"Fuck, so warm." Bakugou didn't give her time to adjust as he rapidly fingered her while still keeping the pressure on her clit. Ochako's brown eyes snapped open, swirling with lust as brown met red. Her face was flushed, lips swollen, as she tried to comprehend the feeling of him entering her. At first it didn't feel like much, the pleasure pulsing from her clit instead, but soon, waves of pleasure began rushing through her.

"Fuck!" Ochako's eyes squeezed shut again while she threw her head back, arching her body as she swore.

Bakugou's eyes flashed as he quickened his pace again, words of praise leaving his lips as Kirishima grinned against her bruising neck. "Shit, you're goddamn beautiful. A fucking angel." He growled as he watched the goddess before him moan and squirm from their ministrations.

"You're doing so good for us." Kirishima murmered.

Something was coming. Ochako just knew it. Holy shit whatever it was, was coming fast and she didn't know how to handle it, or what the hell was going on but fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!

"Eijiro, Katsukiiii." Ochako couldn't stop babbling their names. "I-I-" Was she stuttering? She couldn't tell. "I'm going to…I feel," What was she saying again? "Oh my god. Just - please. Please, something's coming. It feels so good." She wailed out.

Bakugou grinned as he removed his fingers from her clit. Kirishima used his other hand to tweak at Ochako's right nipple as her babbling turned into high pitched moans. Bakugou added another finger into her cunt, stretching her out before moving his head down. His blonde strands obscured his glaring red eyes before he sucked harshly on her clit.

"Come for us."

Ochako tensed. The cord that was winding incredibly tight, strung tautly, before it finally snapped. A wave of pleasure washed over her entire being.

Ochako moaned uncontrollable, the noises she made and the sounds of her squelching pussy falling deaf on her ears as she rode out the waves. Bakugou's tongue swirled around her clit and he finger fucked her while her lower body twitched, red eyes glued to Ochako's blissed out face. Her eyes hazily looked up at the crystal ceiling as she could only feel how good she felt.

Bakugou and Kirishima were addicted. They restrained themselves from moving their hands down to relieve some of the pressure, intent on saving themselves for Ochako as she keened and shuddered against them. They couldn't wait.

"Katsu-Katsukiiii." She felt herself dripping down her ass cheeks and Bakugou's hands as he slowed down his fingers, her body still riding the waves of bliss as she came down from her high. Ochako groaned when she finally settled, fingers and lips withdrawing from her sensitive cunt as she still twitched in the aftermath.

Ochako felt hands running through her hair and gently stroking her thighs. Her eyes finally focused as her clouded vision cleared, latching onto Kirishima's face in front of her. He stared at her fondly.

Ochako could only breathe a single, "Wow." She watched as the redhead beamed at her, and found herself smiling back.

Kirishima turned to look at Bakugou. "I think she's ready."

Brown eyes widened. Wait, what? There was more?

Their attention turned towards her, and she realized she had said that out loud.

"Tch. You haven't felt nothing yet." Bakugou growled lowly. Ochako gulped. He stood up and got off the bed, abs rippling as he stretched. Kirishima took his place in front of Ochako. She held her breath as the Earth dragon leaned over her, his towering build making her feel tiny. His knees settled between her legs and his hands placed beside her head, successfully trapping her in place.

Kirishima looked down at his mate below him, his look of adoration became downright evil. Ochako bit her lip as she couldn't help but feel excited.

"I'm going to destroy you, Little One. Gonna fuck you so good." Kirishima said so simply, that it made Ochako heat up again. The fact that he just told her like it was, as if she had no choice in that matter, made her feel good. Oh my god, she felt like a perverted hypocrite. For all the times she said that she hated being dominated, she had to admit, right now she completely loved it.

Interrupting her from her thoughts, Kirishima cupped her cheek with a hand and pressed his dick against her still sensitive cunt.

Ochako gasped and twitched in surprise as she felt bare flesh against her lips below. Since when did he take off his pants?

"You want that? Want to feel good again? Want to feel even better and be a good girl for us?" Ochako bit her lip as his words spurred her on, making her squirm against him. She couldn't help but whimper.

Feeling him below, her eyes flicked downwards without her consent and she felt herself flush red as she eyed his length, the darkish pink colour rubbing against her. Ochako couldn't help but feel curious as she took in the shape. The veins, the angry red of the tip. She just couldn't wrap her head around his…his thing fitting inside her.

Kirishima smirked as he watched Ochako ogle his length, before angling himself to rub against her clit.

Ochako squeaked, still feeling sensitive from her recent orgasm and watching as he rubbed against her. Her hands flung out to stabilize herself on Kirishima's shoulders, feeling his biceps flex as he continued to rut against her.

"You wanna be a good girl?" He taunted her, repeating his earlier question. She shuddered.

Ochako was about to nod, but instead stopped herself. Use your words, his earlier words echoed in her head. She gnawed her lip before answering in a quiet voice.

"Please Eiji. I'll be good. I'll be so good." Ochako turned her head to the left and avoided his smoldering stare, overwhelmed now that she realized he was going to be inside her. But she wanted it. Fuck, she wanted it so bad. If Bakugou's fingers could feel that good, she couldn't imagine how she was going to handle Kirishima.

Hands gripped from under her chin and turned her to face him again. Ochako could only stare as he licked his lips, eyes raking over her exposed body with uncontained delight.

"That's my girl."

Her mind blanked. She would do anything to be praised like that over and over again.

Kirishima's fingers trailed down and he easily slid two fingers inside her as Ochako yelped. He moved slowly, scooping the evidence of her pleasure as he groaned. He pulled out his fingers and trailed it up to her mouth, over her bruised bottom lip.

"Suck."

She obeyed. Her lips parted tentatively as he slid the digits inside her mouth, tongue swirling around her flavour. She sucked with fervor and reveled in the choked noise escaping the redhead's throat.

His other hand tightened around her hip. It was the only warning she got before Kirishima began to press forward, sliding himself up and down her cunt. Coating himself in her wetness and reeling as she whimpered around his fingers.

Kirishima moved the hand on his to grab himself with a small smirk, angling his head against her opening. He pressed forward, sinking in with a strangled groan until his head was inside her. Ochako could only tense as she felt the intrusion. He was stretching her wide.

He held back a chuckle. Ochako was going to realize just how much he liked messing with his prey.

Before he sunk the rest of himself in, he pulled out so his cock rested against her pussy lips. He pushed the head in again, and pulled out of her entrance. In, and out. In and out. Never fully penetrating her as Ochako grew increasingly frustrated.

"Eishi – " Ochako garbled his name around his fingers, cutting herself off when she looked down in her impatience. She gasped at the image. Holy shit, she was captivated, her desperation accumulating until she couldn't handle it anymore. "Fruck, shop sheasing me, Eishi." She tried to speak around his digits as she lifted her hips. Anything to increase the pleasure. He pulled away with a mocking chuckle.

Kirishima tutted. "Ah, ah, ah. Be patient Little One. We gotta wait until Katsuki gets here."

At this point, Ochako was so out of it that she didn't even realize that Bakugou had left earlier. The blonde entered the room and snorted at Kirishima's words.

"Forgot me already?" Bakugou teased as he set some things down on the nightstand. A dip in the bed snapped her attention to the blonde.

Kirishima growled a low warning, pushing the fingers in her mouth so her flushed cheeks faced the man above her. "Eyes on me." He demanded, voice like molasses as he finally sheathed himself in her with a wet snap.

Kirishima and Bakugou both watched with glee as her eyes snapped wide in shock at being filled in an instant, brown eyes flickering back to watch the redhead pull out. Ochako hiccupped around his fingers. Oh god, she realized as he slid himself against her walls, that it felt good. So good. It strangely didn't hurt and her body was shaking in anticipation and –

Kirishima thrusted inside her again, and a switch was flipped.

"Eijiro!" Her back arched as she clutched the sheets tightly beside her head, almost wanting to scramble back as his large size split her wide open. He removed the fingers from her mouth to grasp at her waist, pinning her in place.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Kirishima grunted, feeling her wrapped tight around him. So warm, so wet.

"It's t-too much – I, I…" Moans started spilling out of her mouth without her permission as pleasure pumped through her. She was being split wide. Nothing in her life ever felt like this. It was amazing. Exhilarating. Ochako couldn't get enough.

"Ungh, ah, so goooood." Whines fell out of her lips. Even while being succumbed to the onslaught of pleasure, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious about her wanton sounds. She covered her mouth with her hands to stifle the noises escaping her, but Bakugou yanked her hand from her mouth.

"Tell us. Tell us how good Eijiro is making you feel." Bakugou growled low, sparking something inside Ochako as her whole body tingled.

"Pleaaase!" She wailed. Bakugou moved his hands down to mold her breasts before nipping at her nipple.

"Tell us."

Ochako couldn't help but comply. "So good. Eijiro is making me feel so good!" She babbled, feeling tears collecting at her eyes. Suddenly Kirishima shifted, moving so he was knelt down, knees under her ass. He lifted her calves upward to throw them over his shoulder.

Kirishima leaned forward so her legs were pressing against her upper body, and experimentally plunged into her tight heat.

"Eiji!" Ochako squeaked as he brushed something inside her, something that made her mind blank and her vision blurry and wow everything was amazing. Everything was great.

And he didn't stop, maintaining a breakneck pace as he snarled. Lapping and sucking at her neck. Making sure to mark her body so sustain his urge to claim her completely as his and Bakugou's.

"That's it, Ochako," Bakugou teased from beside them as she shuddered. Ochako tried to move her hands to grip at something, anything, but Bakugou forced her down by her wrists. Kirishima moved to kiss Ochako, quieting her moans. "You're taking his cock so well."

Bakugou couldn't help himself as he watched his mates fuck – Ochako's dazed expression and Kirishima trying desperately to control himself as he entered Ochako's tight warmth. One of the blonde's hand moved to grab at his dick, pumping lazily to soothe the ache.

Kirishima was in fucking heaven. God, he couldn't get enough. He was welling up with so much emotion as he fiercely chased the high he wanted to give her.

He desired her badly. No matter how much they kissed, swallowing her needy sounds, no matter how much he pumped into her, he couldn't get enough. Kirishima willed his sudden surge of emotions into the kiss, moaning into her mouth as he mapped her curvy body with his hands. Every bump, every crevice, every smooth expanse of skin. He was addicted.

Ochako's heart thumped at the change in pace. Their kiss turned downright desperate, messy and lewd. Their hips met each other in a constant rhythm that sent pleasure through Ochako's every nerve. Her toes curled as the familiar feeling strung tight in her abdomen. Something was welling up inside, something big.

Her noises pitched, swallowed by Kirishima's mouth on hers at their pleasure spiked. She was dizzy, drunk on lust. Almost there, almost there.

Kirishima sensed it. The tightening of her walls that had him shuddering in response. The slapping of skin on skin echoing throughout the cave. The noises they couldn't contain, sounding absolutely feral as they sat on the edge of euphoria.

"Eiji, Eijiiii," Ochako spilled his name from her lips. "Please…"

"Please what?" He hummed in her ear.

Ochako was fucking done with this.

Activating her powers, she made Kirishima weightless before flipping him onto his back. She felt powerful, straddling one of the Dragon Lords as he stared wide eyed up at her. A growl left her lips without her control as she lifted her hips, hands on his shoulders as she glared down at him.

"How do you like it, huh?" Ochako rumbled at him, swirling her hips torturously slow as Kirishima trembled below her. That's right. She was their mate, they're equal. Uraraka reveled in the way that she could reduce the redhead into a blushing mess below her.

Kirishima was imploding.

As he felt her silken walls pull away from him, his hands flung to her waist as he grunted.

"Holy fucking shit." Ironically enough, it wasn't Kirishima who swore. Bakugou continued to watch with a predatory gleam, mouth slightly agape as he thumbed the head of his cock in sync with Ochako's hips. Bakugou and Kirishima's eyes were locked on the goddess before them, before watching her slump down on Kirishima's dick, swallowing him whole in one swift movement.

"Fuck!" Ochako yelped as she set up a fast rhythm. The fading feeling came back in full swing. She was already at the edge.

"Since when did you get such a dirty mouth?" Bakugou chuckled, knowing fully who was responsible for her change in vocabulary.

Calloused hands squeezed at her hips as Kirishima began to thrust upwards. Ochako noticed and immediately pulled upwards with a huff, pinning him harder against the ground with her gravity. She wasn't about to give up her control so easily. If he began to piston up into her, she knew it would be over for her in a second.

"Stay." She hissed as her thighs began to burn with the effort, riding, like she was using him to reach her own pleasure.

"Ochako!" Kirishima was growling below her, his eyes flashing as the dragon in him fought for dominance. Ochako was unrelenting and felt a small sense of smugness as he clearly fought against her force of gravity. She couldn't help but feel thrilled as his eyes flickered, switching between red and black. She was making him lose control.

Bakugou chuckled from beside her. Ochako whipped her head to eye the blonde pumping himself, successfully making her falter in her movement with a gasp. "You made a big fucking mistake." Bakugou cackled.

She gasped as her eyes went back to Kirishima, and saw his eyes finally settle from scarlet to black.

Kirishima fought against her powers and in a second, had a firm hold on Ochako's hips, forcing her upwards so his tip brushed at her entrance.

"I thought she wanted to be a good girl. But look at her, thinking she can dominate us." Kirishima jeered, a dark smirk covering his face as he talked to Bakugou. He gave her the excited look he often wore while in battle. Ochako squirmed from above Kirishima as their focus zeroed in on her. Even though they spoke of her like she wasn't even there, something about it made her thrilled.

"I think," Bakugou added on from beside them, eyes holding devilish intent. "That she needs to reminded on who exactly she's dealing with. Don't you agree, Eijiro?"

Kirishima nodded, chuckling, before gazing at the brunette. "Get ready, O-cha-ko."

The redhead didn't warn her before he thrusted into her at the same time as he slammed her down with his hands.

An almost inhumane noise escaped Ochako's throat as she was forced to take Kirishima's punishing tempo. The pleasure that already wound tight twice before came back, and Ochako couldn't do anything to stop it.

"No, no, no." Ochako wailed. "Too fast. I can't, I'm gonna – "

He ignored her pleas until everything spilled over, her vision becoming white as her orgasm snuck up on her with tremendous intensity.

Ochako's body locked as she screamed.

Kirishima was unrelenting, fucking her through her high as she gushed over him. Her cunt squelching with her release as her eyes rolled back. The pleasure tingled throughout her body as she could only twitch and moan while he abused her pussy.

She was falling from her orgasm but he continued to thrust up against her. Ochako's eyes began to tear up at the overstimulation. She was already so sensitive but he wouldn't stop.

"Hah, hah, ahhh." She garbled. "N-no more…"

Kirishima chuckled and Ochako immediately knew that Bakugou was right. She made a huge mistake.

"We were going to take it easy on you for your first time." Kirishima purred at her, slowing his pace to let her process his words. "But because you were being a brat, I think it's time to show you exactly what Katsuki and I want to do to you."

Ochako shivered. God, they were holding back? Holy shit Ochako was going to break at this point.

And she was loving it.

"Please…" She begged.

In a second Kirishima flipped them around so Ochako laid flat on the bed. She felt the bed dip as Kirishima and Bakugou switched spots.

Bakugou held her waist and lifted her upwards so her ass pressed against his cock. She shook as she felt the wetness trickling down her thighs but kept her face against the sheets, too embarrassed to look up. The position made her feel exposed. Defenseless.

"So greedy." Bakugou growled as he wet his cock while Kirishima moved in front of her. The blonde threaded his fingers through her brown strands, lifting her up. Ochako gulped as she eyed Kirishima's cock in front of her. "You already came twice but you haven't satisfied either of us yet." Ochako could only whimper as she felt herself being slowly filled again.

"Wait, I'm still sensit – oh." He fully sheathed himself in her and began a punishing pace that had her eyes rolling back. Bakugou moved the hand in her hair to hold her waist so tightly, that he was sure to leave bruises on her body. Ochako couldn't handle it after just coming and she moved forward to scramble away, but his hands kept her slamming back against him.

"Fuck, she feels amazing." Bakugou swore as he watched her body swallow him up, stretching to accommodate his girth. So fucking wet after coming twice.

"Wait 'til she comes around you." Kirishima teased before lacing his own fingers in her brown strands, lifting her head high enough so he could lean the tip of his cock against her lips. Her eyes were hazy as she looked up at Kirishima, mouth parted as whines spilled out.

"Because you're so greedy," Kirishima focused his attention back on Ochako while she desperately tried to maintain eye contact, vision flickering. "Let's see how long you'll last taking both of us at once."

Ochako could only moan at the idea, Bakugou's merciless tempo rendering her speechless. She couldn't imagine it. She couldn't imagine being filled when she already was being ripped in half.

"Stick your tongue out." Kirishima growled. Ochako's eyes widened at the implication of his words, but hesitantly licked at his slit, tasting herself on his cock. "Good. Now open wide." She did as he said and squeaked as he slid into her mouth, her flavour bursting on her tongue "Suck."

She did as he said, and heard him swear under his breath. The sound made her tremble and thrust her hips backwards at Bakugou. At the blonde's surprised gasp, she couldn't help but tighten around his length as she sucked desperately at Kirishima's cock in her mouth. Oh god, she was going crazy.

"Fuuuuuck, Angel." Bakugou growled as he felt her walls clamp down on him. He paused in his pace to lazily eye Ochako's bowed back, taking both his and Kirishima's dicks so well. At his halt in movement, Ochako whimpered around Kirishima and the redhead groaned.

Bakugou smirked, slapping Ochako's ass and watching as she flew forward and choked on the redhead's cock. Kirishima was panting at this point, already close from fucking Ochako before. Adding on her throat closing in around him, he was about to blow.

Kirishima glared at Bakugou, knowing the blonde did that on purpose.

"Ass." He hissed. Bakugou winked.

Bakugou was reeling with glee as he felt her tighten around him again after another hit to her cheeks. So his little Angel was a bit of a masochist... "Show me how you want it." The blonde whispered in her ear, slapping her on the other ass cheek. He grinned as he pulled back, eyeing the skin turning a bright pink.

All her rationale was out the window at this point as the sharp pain mixed so delightfully well with the pleasure. She thrusted back against him without any protests, desperate to reach another peak with high-pitched whimpers.

Bakugou grinned, leaning down to start nipping all over her body. Leaving marks and scenting her to satisfy his desire to claim her completely, to satisfy his urge to dig his teeth into her delectable neck.

As her focus was put on Bakugou, she stopped working on Kirishima's dick. The redhead tightened his grip in Ochako's hair to remind her of her mistake and she whimpered at the slight stab of pain.

He pushed her head down until her eyes burned with tears.

"Don't forget. Your job is to make the both of us feel good." Kirishima prompted her not so kindly. Ochako nodded on his cock as drool dribbled down her chin. Her right hand moved to reach where her lips couldn't and she started up another rhythm.

Fine, she would submit. But Ochako would be damned if she couldn't get them back later.

She upped her speed, vigorously slurping up his length as she twisted her hand. Her tongue lapped him up as her other hand reached out to play with his balls, all the while moving her hips against Bakugou. Ochako reveled in the animalistic sounds leaving Kirishima and Bakugou's mouth.

"That's it," Bakugou licked his lips at the sight before him. A wicked idea sparked in his head as he watched Kirishima's face, biting his lip and scrunched in pleasure. He could tell Kirishima was close. "Keep on being good for us and we might just reward you." Bakugou sneered as he made eye contact with another pair of red eyes, both making a silent agreement with dark smiles.

The blonde grabbed the inside of Ochako's elbows and took her hands away from Kirishima, lifting her up. Her eyes snapped open wide as she tensed.

"Relax Angel, we'll take care of you." At Bakugou's words, she found herself calming down. But it didn't stop the rapid beating of her heart as he raised her by the elbows. She found herself kneeling but her upper body was lifted so she was eye level to Kirishima.

"Remember Little One, what are the safe words?" Kirishima asked her while he cupped a hand to her left cheek. He gently thumbed her bottom lip as he eyed her. Brown hair a mess, dried tears streaked down her face, lips a bright, swollen pink, and purple hickeys scattered all over her neck and body. The possessive side of him purred. So beautiful.

"'Fire' to stop, 'ice' to slow down." She said all in one breath. Was that her voice? She couldn't believe how needy she sounded.

"Good."

Bakugou began to ram into her and Ochako cried out, voice cracking. Her throat was sore but she couldn't be bothered to stop. Their hips met hard, his balls slapping against her flesh as he impaled her over and over again. With the momentum of gravity and his hands on her forearms, it forced her to take him at an unimaginable speed.

"You like that, Angel? You like me fucking you like this while Eiji watches?" Bakugou's words spurred her on.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

"You feel good? You gonna cum?" His tone was downright sinful.

"Please, p-please. Eijir-ro, K-Katsuki!" He jackhammered inside her as he grinned, locking eyes with Kirishima briefly. She was ready.

The redhead kneeled in front of her before palming her breasts, keeping her balanced so Bakugou could let go of one hand and scoop up the slick trickling down her thighs. He swirled a finger around the ring of her asshole and immediately Ochako tensed.

"K-Katsuki? What are you d-doing?" Her voiced cracked at the question. Kirishima pinched at her nipple to distract her and she yelped.

"Relax, Little One. It's going to feel so good. You want to feel good?" Kirishima cooed at her as her vision became hazy, the constant pleasure numbing her brain to the point where she didn't have any other thought then wanting to be filled.

"Yes please." She begged, before feeling Bakugou's finger enter her other hole as Kirishima tweaked her nipples. She felt herself twitch at the feeling, trying her best to remain relaxed as he filled her.

Ochako was splitting wide open. And as he experimentally rolled his hips while thrusting his finger in her ass, she couldn't help the guttural groan that left her mouth.

"A-ahhh! Katsuki!" He picked up on the unrelenting speed and she felt her thighs tremble at another impending orgasm. No, not again. She couldn't.

"What a dirty girl. Losing her mind as she gets fucked in both holes." Kirishima teased. Her mind blanked again.

"Y-yes! Ah, uh, it feels s-so gooood. I-I love this so much. I love it, I love it. B-but…" He cocked his head at her stutter.

"But what, Little One?" He licked his lips as she felt something wet begin to flow down her cheeks. She didn't register what the wetness was for a second, brain failing to understand anything but being roughly fucked. Wow, were these tears? Was she crying? She almost laughed in her delirium.

"It's t-too much. I'm being split in half. I can't take it. P-please, I can't." The look Kirishima gave her was so dominating, she felt her throat close up and her heart fall out of her chest.

"You're going to take it, whether you like it or not."

"Fuck!" Bakugou swore as she tightened around him again, feeling her clench on his cock and his finger. Ochako whimpered while Kirishima smirked.

"In fact, let's see if you can take being filled in all holes." Ochako was going to break. She knew after all of this, it was over for her. She felt so good. They ruined her for anyone else. Not like she was going to do this with…oh! At a particular stroke her mind stuttered to a stop.

Kirishima positioned himself on his knees and leaned his dick towards her, hand going to stroke her pink cheeks. He grinned as she looked at him unseeingly, completely surrendering to the bliss as brown hazed over. But when his tip touched her lips, she opened up and slipped his length into her mouth with a moan. A fucking goddess.

She couldn't get enough and started bobbing her head to the speed of Bakugou's hips, already feeling her entire body ache under the strain. Ochako was getting close even after she came twice. And as she felt another finger enter her ass, she garbled around Kirishima's dick, eyes rolling back at the feeling.

"Shit. Perfect. You're fucking perfect." Kirishima swore as he dug his hands into her hair. The praise made her fucking preen. She looked up at his face, and saw again his eyes pitching black.

Ochako choked as he held her head in place and shallowly thrusted inside her wet cavern. Using her for his pleasure as he was already caught up in his own lust.

Tears freely fell down Ochako's flushed cheeks as she forced herself to breathe through her nose, the taunt feeling inside her winding so tight. She simply felt like an object to their desire, to use until they were satisfied. But god did she love it.

"Fuck, Katsuki. You need to see her. She looks and feels divine." Kirishima continued to praise her as he took in her face, expression revealing her desire as she tried to handle being filled. Bakugou could only groan in response.

Katsuki dropped her other elbow and moved his fingers down. He moaned as he touched where the two met, feeling himself enter her tight pussy as she twitched. He trailed up to push at her abdomen. She twitched as her body rippled from the pleasure, and sped up his pace, fascinated as he felt her respond to his assault.

Bakugou's tongue trailed over his canines while he trailed his rough fingers down her body, until he found her clit. With a smirk, he swirled it in tight circles and put a third finger into her ass.

Ochako's hands scrambled to Kirishima's muscled thighs, scratching him up as she came a third time.

Incoherent babbles left her mouth while she slobbered around Kirishima's cock. Her body fluttered again, tears falling to wet the bedsheets below her. Everything went white as fireworks exploded. She was barely aware when her mouth was filled with a sticky substance, her inner dragon preening at pleasing her mate.

Without thinking she swallowed down Kirishima's cum as he gently pumped into her bruised lips a few more times. The redhead bit his lip as he watched her take him without asking. Shit, she was perfect.

Kirishima finally pulled away with a pop and Bakugou removed his fingers to run along her back, soothing her as she finished her high while he idly thrusted in her.

"Unghhh…" Was the only noise she could make as her body finally went lax, eyes fluttering. She took a minute to rest before cracking her eyes open to the light, turning to look back at Bakugou. Bakugou's heart faltered at how gorgeous she looked. Completely spent but looking so innocent despite the noises that left her mouth only a minute before. He wanted to corrupt her until Kirishima and him was all that she knew.

"You didn't finish…" She murmured to the blonde. As she watched Bakugou's face light up with mischievous intent, all the warning flags flew up in her head.

"Who said we were done with you?" Bakugou purred at her and Ochako shook her head in disbelief.

"Y-you're kidding." Ochako was done. She didn't think she could handle anymore.

Bakugou pulled away and she winced as he exited her. The bed was completely soaked from under her and she couldn't be bothered to feel embarrassed because apparently they weren't done?!

She flopped down on the bed. Ochako didn't argue as they chuckled before maneuvering her body. She bit her lip at how sore she was, legs still twitching as she surrendered to their ministrations.

But Ochako was stubborn. She wasn't going to submit to them so easily. But then again, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. With Bakugou and Kirishima, she never knew.

Bakugou turned her around so she faced him, scarlet intensely meeting brown before he kissed her heatedly. He groaned as he tasted Kirishima on her lips, pulling away to bite his lip. He fell backwards as Ochako squeaked.

His head landed on the soft pillows before he picked her up by her hips like she was nothing. Ochako gasped as she was hoisted and moved to pin her knees beside his hips.

Another pair of calloused hands held her waist, before her upper body was tilted towards Bakugou.

"Eiji? Tsuki?" She asked quizzically, turning her head to look at Kirishima positioning himself behind her. A hand squeezed her face, turning her so she'd look at Bakugou's glare, before he moved his head down to kiss her briefly. Enough where it left Ochako winded when he pulled away.

He moved down to suck at her neck, trailing his lips to a particular spot that had her quaking. A low growl escaped his lips as she became putty in his and Kirishima's hands.

Ochako whimpered as he nipped, the urge to submit suddenly overwhelming her. Kirishima leaned over her body as his hand cupped her mound, feeling her twitch against him as he collected her wetness with three fingers.

Ochako felt Kirishima nuzzle against the other side of her neck. While Bakugou left rough bites to the point where she almost couldn't handle the sharp pain, Kirishima lapped and sucked until her neck was completely marred with purple and red. Instinctually she knew where Bakugou and Kirishima were marking her as the brunette bit her lip, feeling overwhelmed all over again. But this time she was filled with warmth, with the anticipation to hold the symbol of their love. To be finally marked as theirs and them marked as hers.

Ochako felt the wetness on Kirishima's fingers as he prodded at her ass. She gasped when a finger slowly entered her, eyes struggling to remain open while Bakugou nibbled at her neck. The brunette bit her lip as he pumped, before inserting another finger, and then another.

"Hah, ahhhh," The brunette wailed as he fingered her quickly. She clenched down tight and Kirishima swore.

"You got this, Ochako. Be a good girl and relax." Ochako smashed her eyes shut as she willed herself to obey Kirishima's words. "You're doing great. I know you can handle the both of us inside you." The redhead cooed at her while Bakugou lined himself up at her other entrance, wetting himself against her abused cunt.

"You've been doing so fucking good for us. Perfect. You're our perfect angel." Bakugou murmured to her. But for once, their words of praise did little to calm her mounting unease.

Ochako connected the dots – she knew what Kirishima's three fingers were preparing her for. She bit her bottom lip as she tried to calm herself. Could she handle it? Ochako tried to imagine being filled by both her mates. She knew their fingers were incomparable to their cocks and in a second, she panicked.

Earlier she felt like she was being torn apart, completely destroyed while she was fucked in her mouth and pussy. It had her short-circuiting when combined with the fingers in her ass. And she was to fit more than that?

Her heart felt like it was thumping out of her chest, her breathing accelerated and she felt herself wound tight with anxiety and fear. She couldn't do it. Being filled more than that would break her forever.

It was getting all too much. It was too much.

"Ice."

At her words, she felt Kirishima and Bakugou freeze before they ripped away from her so fast, it gave her whiplash. She flinched as the fingers left her tight hole and Bakugou immediately pulled his hips away.

"Shit, shit." Bakugou swore, concern evident in his voice. The cool air washed over her briefly before Kirishima wrapped his arms from behind her and pulled her into a warm embrace, both sitting on Bakugou's thighs.

Ochako leaned back into Kirishima's bare chest, reveling in his warmth while Bakugou sat up. She eyed his face, shocked to see how utterly worried he looked, eyebrows furrowed and scanning all over her face and body. He held a hand to her cheek as he did a quick check on the brunette.

She couldn't help but giggle.

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" Ochako laughed, all the anxiety she previously felt evaporated in an instant. "You'd think I said 'fire' by the way you guys acted."

"Fuck that," Bakugou shook his hand with a face full of seriousness. "We're not going to break your trust now that we have you back with us."

"Bakubro's right. We want you to be comfortable enough to be honest with us. We know we can get…out of control, sometimes." After hearing Bakugou and Kirishima express their concern for her, she felt her lips wobble while a grin bloomed on her face. Ochako felt like she was floating.

"I…" The Gravity user paused to ponder shortly. "I-I can do it. I can take you two. I just needed some time to wrap my head around it." Ochako nodded with a determined look on her face. Yeah, she was ready.

"You fucking sure?" Bakugou inquired one last time with a sultry look, but behind the mask of lust she could still sense his worry. Ochako licked her lips before lidding her eyes, moving closer to the blonde so she could sink her teeth into his bottom lip. She pulled a bit before releasing the reddened flesh as his red eyes bore into her.

"Please." The round eyed brunette pleaded. "I want you and Eijiro to wreck me."

Kirishima barked a laugh. His hand tangled in her brown strands, yanking her back against him as she let out a soft gasp. Her eyes flickered to the blonde staring up at her as he laid back down, eyes void of the scarlet and now filled with an overpowering black.

Kirishima leaned towards her, lips brushing the tips of her pink ears. "As you wish, our Queen." The redhead pushed her forward and she clumsily fell on top of Bakugou, hips raised in the air. A hand squeezed her ass as a different pair of hands hovered her pussy lips over the tip of Bakugou's cock.

She didn't even have time to be embarrassed of the noise that escaped her throat as the blonde entered her, and began to wildly thrust inside her heat.

"Katsuki!" Ochako shouted as her sore body was forced to handle his cock penetrating her over and over and over again. He forced her hips down as the resounding slaps began to echo throughout the room. The lewd squelches of their rough fucking caused the brunette to lose her fucking mind.

The noises ripping from her throat were uncontained and shameless. To Bakugou, it was music to his fucking ears. He could listen to it everyday of his life.

"Fuuuuck." The Explosion dragon swore as he felt three fingers gripping tight around his cock where Ochako and him met. He looked up to see Kirishima smirking down at him as he struggled to comprehend Ochako's tight heat and Kirishima's teasing fingers.

Once the redhead was satisfied with the amount of wetness on his hands, he smeared it over the head of his cock before moving to hold Ochako's hips in place.

Sensing Kirishima's goal, Bakugou halted his rhythm, struggling to stay still inside Ochako.

The brunette was a blubbering mess, and at the sudden stop in tempo, she couldn't help but huff out a breath of annoyance as she thumped her head on Bakugou's chest. She gazed up at Bakugou's face, pouting at him as he smirked at her, eyes still dark.

And then she felt it.

Kirishima pressed himself against her other entrance and she squeaked, her entire body stiffening.

"Relax. You're gonna be such a good girl and relax for us, Angel." Bakugou soothed. His tone of voice didn't exactly match up with the dark look he gave her, and it had her shivering in anticipation. She felt herself calming down and clenched her eyes shut when she felt her begin to spread her wide.

Holy fucking shit.

A mixture of a moan and a gurgle left her throat as she dug her nails into Bakugou's arms, so out of it that she was unaware of the fact that she drew a little bit of blood. Her mind completely shut down as her body was being widened in ways she never thought possible. Ochako's breath was laboured, her eyes fluttered, her cheeks flushed as she was filled inch by inch.

And when he was finally seated inside her fully, she could feel herself trembling, shaking. Her brain trying desperately to comprehend the feeling but she honestly couldn't.

"Nnngh." Ochako gurgled, completely disassociated from reality as she felt so full. God, fuck, shit, holy. Her vocabulary was reduced to nothing at this point. And if they moved, she was gone.

Distantly, she could partially pick up in the small whispers of praises as hands trailed her body, rubbing reassuring circles into her body as she got used to the unimaginable stretch.

Tentatively, curious to how much she could push herself, she ever so slightly lifted her hips, before sinking herself on her mates' cocks. Her whole world lit up.

The noise that left her mouth ruined Bakugou and Kirishima's restraint. Hands dug harshly at her hips and waist, keeping her in place as they moved in completely sync. They both thrusted inside and out of her tight holes at a torturously slow pace, unused to how tightly she clamped around them.

All their darkest fantasies were spilling over. Wrecking her, destroying all traces of her sanity as she chanted their names. Begged for their seed. Calling out to be filled.

Snarls tore from their throats as they upped the pace, sinking into Ochako's wet heat as the brunette was completely and utterly ruined. Tears were raining down her face as she out right sobbed, one second feeling so empty and another feeling so full. Crying at the unbelievable pleasure pulsing through her entire being. Her eyes rolled back, drool freely falling from her mouth.

Bakugou growled low as he watched Ochako's face contort with absolute pleasure, eyes barely open but looking at nothing. Hazy. She was out of it. Drunk on the pleasure he and Kirishima gave her.

"Shiiiit, just look at her. Sucking in both of our cocks like the good slut she is." Bakugou groaned. The derogatory name should've made her angry, upset, but she only arched her back in response. She loved this. She could die like this. She was addicted.

"Y-yeeeshhh, uhhh, I l-love t-this. Ahh, ung." Hahah, was that her? She sounded sooo funny.

"You like that? You like being filled up by the both of us? Being fucked in your tight pussy and ass?" Kirishima growled in her ear.

"I l-love i-it, Eiji. A-ah! Tsuk-ki, pleassse. I love being f-filled." Ochako sobbed uncontrollably. "Fill me u-up, I w-want…fill me up, fill me up."

"Tell us what you want us to do." Bakugou hissed at her. They both slowed down their thrusts to change their rhythm. As Bakugou thrusted in, Kirishima pulled out, causing the brunette to become more of a blubbering mess as her body tried to wrap around the feeling. "If you want to cum, you have to be explicit."

"K-Katsuki, ahhh Eijiro. I w-want you t-to, nngh, fuck my p-pussy. My a-ass. I want, shit, I want y-you to m-make me c-cum. I w-want to make you two cum." Ochako babbled and babbled. "Pleaaase. I love you. I l-love you guys soooo m-much. Please, fuck. Unghh. Ahhh."

At her words, the two males upped their pace, jackhammering inside of her out of sync as a lopsided grin grew on Ochako's face. "Yes, yessssshh." She moaned. Faintly, she knew she was going to regret the noises leaving her mouth once she survived this.

Bakugou and Kirishima darkly smirked. Bakugou's hand laced through her strands and pulled her hair harshly, exposing her neck so he and Kirishima could start marking her all over.

Ochako was already overstimulated, completely gone. She had no warning as her orgasm snuck up on her, and everything within her exploded.

She screamed, cumming so hard her vision spotted and her entire world was spinning. She rode the waves as she twitched violently, throbbing over and over again. Bakugou and Kirishima kept her pinned in place as they upped the amp, viscous growls escaping their mouths as a familiar but surely giant feeling started to tingle at the base of their balls.

God, something about her. They craved Ochako, desired her more than air itself. This was what they were missing their entire lives. She was their everything. And holy fucking shit, it took all they had to not blow so soon. It was only with experience that they had lasted this long.

She was fucking sublime. Fucking her on their cocks was nirvana itself. Her blissed out face, the beauty she held, her challenging demeanor, her ability to keep them on their toes. Everything.

Full on growls left their lips without their permission while Ochako sang beautifully with her unrestrained moans, another impending orgasm on its way.

"I-I can't. I can't anymore. No more, n-no more. I'm going to break. I-I'm going to b-break if I c-cum again. Please." Ochako's pleas only spurred them on. Bakugou and Kirishima's control were long gone.

"You're going to fucking take it. You asked to get wrecked – you can do it, Angel." Ochako nodded her head vigorously at Bakugou's words. He gritted his teeth. He was selfish. He and Kirishima were selfish whenever it came to her. "You're ours. You're all ours." The blonde growled low.

"Who's making you feel this way? Who do you belong to?" Kirishima snarled along the column of her neck, spanking her to feel the delectable way her body clenched around his cock.

"Y-you!"

"Say our names." The redhead demanded.

"E-Eijiro. Katsukiii!" Ochako wailed as everything within her collected at a central point, swirling in her lower belly to the point where it was painful. She continued to sob. It was all she could do.

"Again!" Katsuki growled as felt the impending orgasm ready to burst. They were all close. They were all so close.

"Eijiro! Katsuki!"

"You're ours." Kirishima trailed his sharp canines where he was going to mark her, Bakugou doing the same on the other side. "And we're yours." He added.

"Ung, uhh ah." Her noises of agreement were slurred. "'Mm gonna b-breeeaaaak." Ochako whined. Her noises were addicting. They were finally there. Right at the edge.

Kirishima moved his hands down, pinching Ochako's clit with the pads of his fingers right as he and Bakugou dug their teeth into her neck.

Oh.

Ochako's vision went white, going deaf as she could only hear the ringing in her ears. Body tensed before her whole body spasmed hard around their cocks. Euphoria. Euphoria flooded her body. She was blissed out as their bites sent another thrum of pleasure through her. She felt herself gushing, inhumane noises leaving her overused throat as she fluttered around Bakugou and Kirishima, sending them to reach their own bliss.

Kirishima never came so hard, his entire body shuddering as his toes curled. He shallowly thrusted into Ochako's tight heat as he twitched once, twice, three times. A roar left his throat but was dampened as he dug his teeth into her neck, his inner dragon preening at finally claiming his other mate. He shuddered again as he coated her insides. It felt so good.

Bakugou's hands sparked as he forced his fingers to grip the tight sheets, charring the soft linen with tiny explosions as he came inside Ochako. The brunette wailing on top of him caused a groan of his own to fall out of his lips. He sheathed himself completely in her tight walls, addicted to the idea of her dripping with his and Kirishima's seed. He hadn't lost control of his explosions in a while, but fuck was it divine.

Ochako twitched a few more times as they slowed their thrusts, her body shaking from another wave of pleasure. She registered and basked in the thought that her insides were being coated white.

Ochako was completely and truly spent as darkness clouded her vision. And when they finally pulled out of her, a final, weak cry falling from her throat, she could feel the mixture of their fluids leaving her body and dripping below.

So…that was nice, was the only thought in Ochako's mind as she collapsed on top of Bakugou, before promptly fainting from the most mind blowing orgasm of her life.

When Ochako roused a couple hours later, she finally recognized what Bakugou put on their nightstand earlier in their, ahem, session. She felt clean, and she knew that the disappearance of the mess below was because of the bowl of water and three (now used) towels sitting on the nightstand.

She racked her brain. Damn, Ochako must have been out of it if she couldn't even remember them cleaning her up afterwards.

The brunette's face flushed red as she thought back on what they did. Her throat was raw, her entire body felt like it was unable to move. As she glanced down she had to hold back a gasp. Her hips were purple. Her ass and inner thighs a bright pink of hand prints and bite marks littered her body. She didn't remember how half of them even got there!

Ugh, and her neck felt the sorest. If the marks on the rest of her body were anything to go by, she couldn't wait to see how covered her neck was. Ochako rolled her eyes. Stupid, possessive dragons. Not like she was complaining.

As she tried to shift her leg, the brunette winced. She had a feeling that she'd be bedridden for a couple days, no thanks to the blonde and redhead currently grinning from beside her. Ochako gave them her best glare.

Bakugou and Kirishima laughed.

"Morning, Angel Face." Bakugou pecked her on the forehead, her nose, under her chin, before nipping at the mark he left on the right side of her neck. He and Kirishima were both satisfied, her body fully coated in their combined scent and hers on them.

"Mmm," Kirishima groaned from the other side of her, lapping at her ear as she trembled. "How's our good girl doing?" The redhead teased, rubbing a hand over her stomach. Ochako quirked an eyebrow at the action before dramatically pouting.

"Terrible, thanks. Don't think I can walk at all, let alone talk." She tried to explain, but the hoarse tone of her voice showed just how much rest she really needed. "Wait until it's my turn to mate mark you guys. See how much you like being my good boys." She teased huskily.

Ochako blinked as a small shudder went through Bakugou and Kirishima's bodies as they burned in embarrassment. A smirk settled on her face, mirroring her mates' deranged smiles they often wore in battle as a million ideas sparked in her head.

So she wasn't the only one with a praise kink.

As Bakugou eyed Ochako's expression, he cursed. "Fuck, we've been rubbing off on her too much." Kirishima nodded with wide eyes.

Ochako rolled her eyes.

They laid there in peaceful silence for a couple minutes. Ochako already felt herself getting drowsy again, eyes slowly falling closed as the three of them snuggled together.

"You know," Bakugou began, interrupting the brunette's descent into a deep slumber. She shifted.

"Hmm?"

"You could visit…the humans, if you want."

There was a beat of silence before Ochako sprung up, and then visibly wincing as her whole body protested. She ignored it in favour of beaming down at Bakugou and Kirishima.

"Wait, seriously?!"

She watched as the tips of Bakugou's ears reddened.

"As long as we're with you," He said sternly. Bakugou tried to appear intimidating by glaring at her, but she couldn't help but feel even more excited. "That green haired extra and Four Eyes are fine, since they, uh, saved you and all." Bakugou spat that out as if saying it physically hurt him.

"And it'd be beneficial to work with them." Kirishima added, before quietly whispering more to himself. "Eliminates another threat."

"Wahhh!" Ochako cheered as she wrapped them in a tight hug, pulling her mates in so she laid on top of the both of them. "I love you guys so much!" She knew they were blushing pretty as she confessed again. Her heart warmed impossibly as they embraced her back, murmuring their own "I love you guys too," in a quiet voice.

And as Bakugou, Kirishima and Ochako snuggled in each other's hold, a content smile rested on their lips as they slowly fell into a peaceful sleep.

They were happy.

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