~Assorted BxB Oneshots~

Passion;Part Two~

KIRITODOBAKU SMUT

CW // more making out, Denkiisthebestadvice-giver™️

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Eijiro Kirishima

Day 3: Anger

I can't quite say if I woke up angry or not. I just know that, by the time I'd gotten dressed, I was. I'd thought properly about the events that had taken place yesterday, and had accepted them as fact. I accepted that I already knew what was going on, but that didn't mean I was happy with it. I was angry at my exclusion, fighting my instincts leading to guttural rage that I wasn't able to control.

I don't think Katsuki and Shoto picked up on this immediately. Shoto had made me a coffee, which I was quite happy with, but that soon changed when I saw that he was feeding Katsuki dunked biscuits on the couch, something I'd done with the blonde so many times. It was even more infuriating that I'd finally acknowledged my...acknowledgement. Because now I felt helpless. I felt as though they were slipping away from me, and I was angry at my inability to stop it. I knew that wasn't real, and I knew Katsuki was just teasing me, but it still had me fuming with anger as I stomped out of the room, hoping my Sunday would be a little more pleasant than my Saturday. I had work for the rest of the week, so today would probably be the hardest day of the challenge for me, in terms of spending time with the teasing duo.

I'd retreated into our spare room, a room we'd used mostly for storage, but that also held the perfect remedy for my current feelings - a punching bag. It was the perfect tool for me to exert some of the anger that I could feel building up inside me, anger than wanted to take the form of lust, but was chained up by the jealousy that felt like a bottomless pit in my stomach. It felt as though this week would be the longest ever. The day was already dragging by, and as I took what felt like my first break in hours to pour some water over my head, I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that It'd only been 20 minutes. It was so disheartening, and I kicked my strewn top across the room in frustration, before sending a big punch into the bag, my taped knuckles stinging from the force I put into it.

I could hear them outside the room, and instantly regret not putting music on. They were making their way towards me, same sort of agenda as yesterday, and as soon as they opened the door, I had to fight the urge to acknowledge them. I had my back to them, and heard them approaching me, but didn't turn my attention from the punching bag. Katsuki walked past me, drawing the large curtains that covered up the long windows, shielding the nice view I was quite enjoying the peacefulness of. Usually I would appreciate the view of him, but I didn't have it in me to be turned on by him right now. I was too pissed off with him for that. And I had a sneaking suspicion, mostly based on the fact that he was only wearing underwear, that my anger was only about to grow. Sure enough, Shoto walked over, also only wearing underwear, and offered Katsuki a bottle of water. It was open, and Katsuki took it, dramatically spilling it all over the floor, not bothering to have the courtesy to lay a towel as I had.

They both did a cheesy little gasp, telling me immediately that this was rehearsed, and Shoto revealed some tissues he was holding, handing roughly half to Katsuki, and they both made a show of kneeling down, bending their backs as they rhythmically mopped up the water, moaning slightly as they both rocked back and forth, teasing me by presenting themselves as much as possible.

They looked at each other and smiled, leaning in to have another passionate kiss, and that was what sent me over the edge. I absolutely leathered the bag to within threads of it tearing, pounding the absolute shit out of it since I wasn't allowed to pound the shit out of the two boys that were locked together in front of me. They knew exactly what they were doing, their lips parting and leaving saliva connecting them as I walked off in a huff. There was no way I was able to stick in the house for the rest of the day, so I just left. Grabbing a shirt from the washing machine on my way out, I made sure to slam the door to show them that I'd had enough of their shit.

It was Denki's that I went to. I couldn't think of anyone else who wouldn't laugh at me in this situation. Well, that's not true. He did laugh when I first told him, but he understood exactly how I felt. Angry...but angry that I was angry. I knew I was falling for the trick, and that made me angrier than the trick itself.

"I think the best thing you can do is just keep telling yourself that you getting worked up is what they want. I'm surprised by it from Sho, but it's nothing different from what Blondie is always like. Just think of it as the same as usual, except he's got Sho on his side, so he's going overboard to impress him"

"Yeah...I guess you're right...any dates with Toshi recently?"

"One tomorrow night. He works night shift, but he's got Mondays off, so it's the only time we can."

"That kinda sucks. It's a good thing you're still seeing him though"

"Yeah...I think he might finally be it, y'know?"

"That's great!"

"Yeah...who knows. Might try something tomorrow"

"Hell yeah! Might as well, especially if it's his night off! No need to be up early, huh~?"

"Shut up Kiri! Go back to your problematic boyfriends!"

"Yeah...probably should"
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Bit abrupt, but can't help the ShinKami. It's instinct.

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