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The club is hot and dark, only the occasional flash of a deeply colored light revealing the mass of undulating bodies within the crowd.
“He looks good,” Ochako hums, her tone a mix of awe and giggly heat.
Blonde hair, just the slightest bit slicked back from sweat, fanning outwards from his pretty face. Of course - Ochako has always had a thing for blondes.
“Mhm,” Izuku agrees easily, his eyes never straying from the sight of that lithe body grinding backwards teasingly on a tall, evidently hungry man. Strange hands grip that tiny waist. Strange hips roll forwards against that cute little ass showing a sneak of plumpness in low-rise jeans. Strange eyes peek over a sweaty, taut neck to peer down that sneaky trail of cleavage.
Izuku’s fingers tighten around his glass of whiskey, skin fizzling with agitation. He, too, has always had a thing for blondes.
Soft skin presses against his arm, a bump of Ochako’s naked shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him dance like that,” she murmurs. Izuku doesn’t look away from the scene as she speaks. He’s pretty sure she hasn’t, either. “I mean, my god. What’s gotten into him tonight?”
Izuku’s eyes flicker over towards a familiar group of faces, two in particular giggling with flushed cheeks as they, too, take in the sight. “He’s drunk,” Izuku murmurs back, jaw working slightly. “But I’ve never seen Kacchan this drunk.”
Who got him this drunk?
“It’s a good look,” Ochako snickers, and Izuku immediately snaps his eyes back to Katsuki on the dance floor. It is a good look, which is what’s pissing Izuku off. Katsuki’s pretty eyes are glazed and half-lidded, drunk off of liquor and music and heat and attention. His body looks incredible, as it always does, but the dark lighting only accentuates all the lines of his defined muscles, showcases each of his sensual movements with an atmosphere of lewd secrecy. Katsuki’s out on the dance floor exuding straight up sex appeal, and some random motherfucker gets to be his choice of attention.
Izuku takes a long drink of his whiskey.
Besides him, Ochako throws back her own drink, downing the rest of the sickenly sweet mixture in one go. Then, the slick coolness of her glass is pressed against Izuku’s arm. The feeling is sobering enough to get him to look towards her, and he raises a brow at the glint in her eyes. “I’m gonna go save him,” she announces, the smirk peeling open her lips easily seen with the deep red hue of her lipstick.
Izuku takes her empty glass with a small quirk of his own lips. “Doesn’t really look like he wants saving,” he quips, sarcasm and irritation bleeding into his attempt at a playful tone.
Ochako rolls her eyes and gives him one last bump of her shoulder, seeing straight through him. “He’ll want it,” she grins mischievously. She presses a quick kiss to Izuku’s cheek, then turns towards the crowd.
Izuku uses his wrist to catch her attention before she goes. When her brown eyes meet his own, he takes a moment to bite his lip, searching her gaze. Then, “Are we doing this?”
Ochako looks at him for a long moment, her own foggy eyes clearing the smallest amount. “..Do you want to?” She asks, her tone curious and carefully unbiased.
Izuku can’t help it. His eyes flicker over her shoulder, focus immediately finding Katsuki again in the crowd. Blue, red, purple, yellow. Each color has a different way of bringing out his attractiveness, each forced blink of darkness causing a deep pang of hunger to surge within Izuku, a desperation to see more. To feel more. All Izuku can think of, looking at the blonde, is want. Want, and to get that fucking stranger off of him. “Yeah,” he breathes hotly, eyes shooting back down to Ochako’s with a ferocity he couldn’t dream of hiding. “We’re doing this.”
Ochako grins, heat spreading across her cheeks, and an excited giggle bursts from her painted lips. Then she turns, once again, and waltzes into the crowd with a spring of fire beneath each step.
Izuku watches her go as he mindlessly places her glass onto an empty table somewhere behind him, eyes rapt with attention. She, too, looks good tonight, and Izuku tries to appreciate the sway of her round ass as she slinks herself through the sea of bodies. It’s hard to keep his eyes off of Katsuki, though, and each pull of liquor into his system makes Izuku’s eyes stray off of his girlfriend for longer and longer. It’s hard to think he should feel guilty when he knows what Ochako’s up to, knows his girlfriend is looking at Katsuki with that same predatorial gaze. It, twistedly, makes him feel even more excited. Izuku just gets to lean back, sip at his drink, and watch as his girlfriend slips herself behind Katsuki.
Ochako fishes, and they both get to enjoy the meal, should her bait snatch a catch.
Easily hip-checking a big dude out of the way with a threatening glare so she can press herself against Katsuki is definitely already one of the highlights of Ochako’s night.
Her hands find his hips, pinkies raised in order to keep the heat of his body close. She has to bend slightly backwards to catch the way he juts his ass with her own hips, but fuck is the strain of her spine worth it. One undulation, two, and then fierce yet confused red eyes look over a sweaty shoulder.
“Round cheeks?” Katsuki barks with a laugh, his face alight with amusement and flushed so devastatingly pink. “Th’ fuck are you doin’ here, little lady?”
Ochako’s stomach flutters and swirls with warmth at Katsuki’s joy. He’s so cute, slightly slurring his words and uncaring about the twinkle in his eyes or the smile spreading his lips for once. He’s so alive. He’s having fun, and Ochako’s heart beats happily at the same frequency her clit throbs beneath her dress.
He’s so precious, so pretty.
“You’re throwin’, I’m catchin’!” Ochako declares with a grin, grinding her hips forwards into Katsuki’s ass pointedly.
Katsuki just snickers another laugh and forces his hips back more, eyes glinting with a challenge. “Think ya can keep up?” He smirks, one hand finding its way onto Ochako’s head as he arches his spine easily.
Ochako nearly can’t, what with the way Katsuki is much larger than herself, but like hell is she not going to try. “Mm, yep,” she grits, more of a determined bare of teeth than anything else. Up close, Katsuki is even more enrapturing: the sweat beading on his skin, the sweet smell of his natural scent paired with whatever expensive cologne he’d decided to adorn, the sinful ways his body moves against her own, the distracting little noises he releases in humor and pleasure and frustration. He’s addicting.
And also dissatisfied.
“Alright, short-stack,” Katsuki sighs, spinning around and mournfully removing his supple ass from Ochako’s immediate atmosphere. She pouts up at him with a furrow of her brow. Katsuki doesn’t seem to care about her unhappiness at all, which just makes her want to prove herself more. “Go find yer boyfriend or somethin’. I got goals for tonight.”
Ochako huffs at his dismissal. So do we. “C’mon, Bakugo!” She whines, grabbing him by the hips again to bring their bodies flush together. Katsuki just rolls his eyes at her and lets himself be manhandled. Ochako’s blood sings. “Are you not having fun with me?” She questions, fluttering her lashes up at him as she leads in swiveling their hips to the music.
Katsuki’s arms lazily find their way draped on her shoulders, his knees bending easily to follow the rhythm she’d set. “‘s not that, Cheeks,” he hums, eyes fluttering somewhere over her head. Ochako watches as his gaze becomes heady, pretty red eyes glazing with arousal. Katsuki licks his lips and unconsciously rolls his hips like a depraved sinner against Ochako. She can feel the way his bulge intensifies in his jeans. What a delectable fall from grace. “Yer missin’ what I’m lookin’ for, ya get?” Katsuki shoots her a cheshire grin, and it’s only now that she has his attention back on her that Ochako realized how annoyed she’d gotten while he looked elsewhere. Elsewhere, meaning probably whoever the fuck that guy was that she’d cast aside.
Ochako tightens her hands around Katsuki’s hips and sends a quick look off the dance floor. The fact that he hasn’t pushed her away is a good sign, but she’s losing him.
And that guy was going to stay elsewhere.
Ochako scoffs up at Katsuki and grinds against him more pointedly, playing into the facade of humor as she kills time. “You don’t know what you’re missing!”
“I damn well know what you’re missing.”
“How can you be so sure?” She smirks, wiggling her brows suggestively.
“Wh- hah?!” A cackle, carefree and cute. “Cheeks, you ain’t-“
“-packinguh?” Katsuki gasps as a warm body makes itself comfortable against his back, a pair of strong, rough hands coming to grip his hips atop of Ochako’s. When he turns his head, all he can see are flashes of dark green curls. “Izuku-?!”
Izuku presses himself forcefully against his back, hips slotting against his ass and casually falling into the rhythm Ochako continues to maintain. “Mm, hi, Kacchan,” Izuku says simply against Katsuki’s shoulder, lips soft and warm as he speaks into bare skin. Katsuki shivers, back unconsciously arching forwards as the sensation makes him feel the need to squirm. The movement presses his chest into Ochako’s face, making his cheeks flame. With a snap of his head he looks over towards the guy from before, Ayaka or some shit he barely cared to remember. What mattered is that he wanted to fuck. Ayaka meets his gaze with an amused raise of his brow, though his jaw is tense as his deep brown eyes flicker between Ochako and Izuku currently sandwiching him.
Ochako giggles against where she’s pressed to his chest, and Katsuki twitches in alarm. “Okay, you fuckers- get offa me!” He hisses. He removes his arms from around Ochako’s shoulders to press his hands atop of the couple’s, trying to pry their grip off of him as he stills his hips. It barely helps - the two continue to swivel, to grind and to press against him, and Katsuki’s drunken body can only go along for the ride. It’s dizzying, it’s hot, but it’s also weird, and Katsuki doesn’t want to intrude on them, and- “I gotta- lemme fuckin-”
“Uhn,” Izuku grunts in protest, removing his hands from Katsuki’s hips only to grab Ochako’s, pulling his girlfriend impossibly closer to the blonde. “Kacchan should stay with us,” Izuku breathes, lips ghosting along the sweaty column of Katsuki’s neck. Katsuki can feel the way he smirks as he prompts, “Right, babe?”
Ochako grinds upwards with a harsh jab, thrusting her pelvis against Katsuki’s confused growing erection, eliciting a punched-out gasp from him. “Mm, yeah,” she agrees with a pleased sound. Katsuki can only stare down at her, at the way her typically large round eyes are all but slits as she gazes up at him intensely over his pecs. When she speaks, her mouth moves wetly against the fabric of his tanktop. “We’re having fun, right, Bakugo?”
Katsuki can’t comprehend what’s going on. The lights are too distracting, pulsing vague pictures of the two shorter people hell-bent on keeping him in place between them. Their bodies and voices are familiar in some ways, but in others, strikingly different. He’s panicking, a bit, because Izuku and Ochako are a fucking couple, and somehow Katsuki has ended up between them in their sexual intensity, somewhere he obviously shouldn’t be. He’s panicking, a more bit, because the bodies rolling sensually against him from either side are doing unspeakable things to his drunken senses, his mind going fuzzy around the edges and cock stirring. He’s panicking, a bit a lot, because when Katsuki makes fogged eye contact with Ayaka, Ochako presses a teasing kiss to his sternum, and Katsuki realizes Izuku is hard against his ass.
“Ah-”
Izuku nips at his neck harshly, and whatever Katsuki was floundering to ask disappears like smoke as he gasps into the warm air of the club. One of Izuku’s hands finds its way onto his stomach, keeping Ochako close by the hip and Katsuki against his own pelvis. ”Who’s that, Kacchan?” Izuku whispers into his ear, rolling his hard-on against Katsuki’s ass unabashedly.
Katsuki does not whimper at the feeling, does not let his thoughts glaze into aroused reverie at how big his childhood friend, who is taken, feels against him.
“Someone you were gonna sleep with?” Ochako grins, pressing her chin into the crease of Katsuki’s cleavage. He can feel the way she tries to catch his gaze, but Katsuki can’t take his gaze off of Ayaka.
Still will, he thinks, neck baring itself as his lips part in a silent moan, hips pressing forwards and backwards as he maintains eye contact with Ayaka. The guy is not happy, which is to be expected, but something about the anger in his gaze lights a fire in Katsuki’s belly. It’s wrong, it’s so fucking wrong to feel so good trapped between the lustful couple, but Katsuki feels fucking wanted. Ayaka wants him, sure - the guy wants a fuck, wants some ass. But Katsuki knows Izuku and Ochako, which makes this both hotter and immensely more terrifying. The drunk idiots probably don’t even realize what they’re doing, grinding against Katsuki like this. They’ll eventually stumble and find their way back to just each other, and Katsuki will let Ayaka take his jealousy out on his hole, let the random asshole pound him stupidly into his mattress or against some unfortunate wall. To his inebriated mind, that sounds like a perfect end to the night.
So why does his body not let him really try to escape from between the couple?
A hand leaves his hip to cup him strongly around the jaw, forcing his gaze to look back forwards, and down. “Stop looking at him,” Ochako whines, playful but not necessarily lax in her demand. She keeps her hand on his jaw as she rises on her toes, smiling sneakily as a heated exhale leaves her painted lips, her air ghosting against Katsuki's mouth. “Kiss me.”
Katsuki might choke, flinching backwards to put some space between them. Izuku doesn’t let him go far, grunting and thrusting him back forwards with a strong push from his hips. His cock. “Wh- Cheeks, th’ hell?” Katsuki gasps as her fingers tighten against his cheeks to pull him back into her space. Her expression is patient yet confident, lidded eyes deep with desire, her gaze never straying from his despite the occasional flicker down to his parted lips. The colored lights of the club do little to calm Katsuki’s pounding heart, skin sizzling with an arousal he shouldn’t be feeling. Izuku’s still quiet behind him, chin resting on Katsuki’s shoulder, a warm hand slipping underneath Katsuki’s tanktop to smooth against the blonde’s abdomen. “‘Zuku-”
“Don’t let me stop you,” Izuku smiles against his neck, planting a slow, hot kiss to the skin. Katsuki swallows as he tries not to bare his neck in submission, horribly wanting more of the taken man’s touch. Ochako tightens her grip, again, and leads in swaying the hips of all three of them in tune of the changing song overhead, the beats turning slow, sensual. Katsuki can’t help but moan softly as his eyes fall down to hers, body weight falling heavily against the shorter man behind him. Izuku hums in approval and takes his hand off of Ochako to trail it along Katsuki’s arm, pointedly handling his wrist until it’s placed around the woman’s shoulder once again. “C’mon, Kacchan.” Another kiss to his neck, and Katsuki can’t think. His other arm finds its way around Ochako’s shoulder. She smirks at him, fingers caressing his cheek. The lights take too long to flash, and when they do, it’s still too dark. Reds, purples. It clouds Katsuki’s mind and makes him dizzy, the alcohol in his system not helping him find a moment of clarity, in which he would be thinking get away, don’t ruin this, don’t ruin them. Izuku’s freed hand replaces the one on his stomach as the other climbs higher, cupping one of Katsuki’s pecs with a soft groan. Ochako’s lashes flutter as her gaze stays for longer and longer on Katsuki’s lips, the space between their faces becoming closer and closer as her hand falls from his jaw to his chest. Katsuki feels his tightened slack start to loosen, swimming further and further out into a sea he won’t be able to return from, hooked yet becoming looser, looser, falling into the depths of the couple-
“Dynamight?”
Katsuki gasps, a fish out of water, and yanks his face away from Ochako’s with wide eyes. He still can’t go far, head falling lamely, loose still against Izuku’s shoulder, too malleable despite the shock of oxygen. Ayaka, said oxygen, is looking at him pointedly, brows raised and a slightly irritated smirk on his lips. He holds up two drinks for Katsuki to see. “Well?” The man prompts, ignoring the two wrapped around the blonde entirely, eyes on the prize.
Katsuki swallows roughly. The hands holding him tighten.
“‘Dynamight’?” Izuku growls into his ear, anger laced throughout his tone and the way his hands grip hard enough to bruise. Katsuki flinches, just slightly, but doesn’t take his eyes off of Ayaka, even if he has to bite his lip to ward off any sound that might escape from the rough treatment. “He knows you’re a hero?”
“He-” Katsuki tries to turn his head, but Izuku bites at his neck, keeping him in place. He can only gasp and widen his eyes towards Ayaka, who is surely losing patience. “He- …woulda gave ‘im a.. a NDA,” Katsuki manages breathily, trying to keep his voice low enough for only the other to hear.
Ochako’s hand tugs his hips towards her meanly, the other flying back to his jaw to keep him still. “That’s so stupid,” she hisses against his cheek, tone daring him to argue with her point. Her hands are so strong, Katsuki thinks deliriously, pliantly letting her keep him in place. It’s nice, not being able to move. Not so nice that he’s being reprimanded for shit he’s certainly done before.
He knew what he was doing.
“Just what do you think you were doing, Kacchan?” Izuku scoffs, always knowing where to jab. That, paired with a jab of his groin to Katsuki’s ass, has him whining out loud in their tight hold. Izuku rolls his hips against him as Ochako forces Katsuki to move with him, sending him spiralling once again. His eyes fall shut, the blurred image of Ayaka disappearing. Out of sight, out of mind. He can only feel, can only hear what they’re saying to him. “What? Someone gets a few drinks in you, and you bend over just like that?” Izuku sounds pissed, Ochako seems pissed, and Katsuki shivers despite the heat of being trapped between their bodies.
“No,” Katsuki denies hotly, hips bucking mindlessly between each of their pelvises. His cock is hard. “I jus’- wanted to, fuck, wanna- mm-”
Ochako finally uses her grip on his jaw to make him face her again, her smile absent from her lips as Katsuki’s eyes flutter open helplessly. “You wanna get drunk and fucked, you come to our apartment.”
Katsuki shudders, threatening arousal swirling in his belly.
“Where it’s safe,” Izuku adds with a tightening of his hands.
Katsuki tries to shake his head, but Ochako’s grip holds firm, refusing to give him the option of denial. Her eyes never leave him. “You wanna get drunk and fucked tonight, you leave with us, right now.”
Katsuki’s eyes strain as he tries to look to the side, tries to look towards where Ayaka is waiting for him. “But-”
Izuku’s hand flies out from where it was cupping his pec to shield Ayaka from Katsuki’s view. “Kacchan, Ochako is talking to you.”
Katsuki gulps, eyes flying back down to the woman’s.
Ochako still doesn’t smile. “We’re leaving, Bakugo. You’re coming with us.” Her thumb strokes the plane of skin revealed above his waistband, his tanktop askew from Izuku’s exploratory hands. A soft gesture in comparison to the heat of her gaze. “You’re coming to our apartment, where we’ll all have another drink, then it’s either bedtime or playtime.”
Katsuki gulps, again, his throat feeling dry. Another drink sounds really fucking good right now, even if he shouldn’t. “Th’ fuck is ‘playtime’?” He scoffs, trying to regain some semblance of control.
That flies out the window when her hand on his hip cups his bulge, lips peeling into a sick grin. “You want what we want,” she purrs, revelling in the way Katsuki gasps and immediately bucks into her palm. She squeezes. Katsuki bites back a moan. “So?”
“S-so?” Katsuki echoes, teeth biting into his lower lip as soon as he gets the word out.
Izuku breathes into his ear, hot and wet. “So, let’s go, Kacchan.”
Most wouldn’t suspect having a boyfriend like Izuku Midoriya meant you would have scary-dog privileges, but he does a damn good job at making their escape from the club, and more victoriously that random guy, quick and easy.
The vicious look in his eyes as he glares at the tall man while they stole a subdued Katsuki away has Ochako wet.
But her pussy isn’t the focus tonight.
“This shit’s nasty,” Katsuki scowls, face scrunched in distaste down at his drink. “Eugh.”
Cute, Ochako’s mind supplies.
Izuku chuckles warmly, joining them on the couch with his own drink. Katsuki is sandwiched between them, strategically leaving just enough space to not be suffocating. “I’m surprised Kacchan cares about taste at this point,” Izuku quips playfully, raising a brow at the blonde who’s comfortably curled with a knee to his chest. Despite being the tallest amongst them, he relaxes in such a small position.
Cute, Ochako’s mind supplies stupidly, causing her to smile into her next sip.
“Shaddup, my fuckin’ tongue still works,” Katsuki glares at the other man. Izuku is unphased, simply raising his other brow knowingly as he takes a sip of his drink. Katsuki focuses his glare on the glass in Izuku’s hands. “Did ya have to gimme the gross shit?”
Izuku rolls his eyes, lowering the glass from his lips. “You’re the one that decided to drink vodka, Kacchan.” It’s true, Ochako could smell it back when she was so close to the blonde. Somehow, the harsh scent didn’t turn her off for a second. Wonder if I could taste it on him…
“So what?” Katsuki snarks, following the words with a long drink as if to prove he were stronger than the taste.
Ochako’s smile widens.
“So, stick to one kind of alcohol, Kacchan! Or you’ll get sick,” Izuku reprimands. His eyes are alight with amusement, though.
Katsuki slams his glass down, empty, and sends the other man a snarl. “You-” His hand flies to his mouth, eyes widening a bit, and pauses. Then, a muffled puff of air as he burps.
Somehow, for some insane reason, Ochako’s mind thinks, Cute.
She bursts into giggles, having to set down her own glass.
Katsuki steadies himself and whips his gaze over to her, face screwed up in confusion. “Th’ fuck are you laughin’ at?!”
It takes her a long moment to stop laughing, the alcohol in her system and their prize on the couch making her beyond giddy. A glance towards Izuku doesn’t help whatsoever, what with the way her boyfriend is hiding his own grin behind a casual sip of his drink. “Y-you,” she stumbles over after a deep breath, fuzzy joy still trickling throughout her skin.
Katsuki’s face sours, and Ochako’s cheeks fill with air as she tries to hold back more laughter. “I fuckin’ got that,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around his knee petulantly. It gives a beautiful view of his biceps. Ochako wants to lick them, see if he tastes as sweet as his scent, as sour as his attitude. “I’m asking why.”
“Because you’re cute,” her lips spill before she can stop herself. Whoops.
Okay, un-whoops. Katsuki blushing like that is so not worthy of a whoops.
“HAH?!” He all but shrieks, pink from his cheeks to his neck.
“Oh my god, you’re so cute,” Ochako groans, an airy laugh following the complaint. She grabs her glass, takes a quick swig, then sets it back down as she stands with a purpose. Katsuki is still balking at her, but as soon as she bodily turns towards him with a predatory grin and a knee beside him on the couch, he shrinks into himself. Ignoring his sputtering, Ochako sits herself on his available thigh. It’s a wonderfully strong place to perch. “Aw, c’mon, Bakugo!” She grabs his arms and easily flings them out of the way as Katsuki continues to stare at her, bewildered and flushed. She knocks his bent knee to the side, too, distantly appreciating his flexibility. Nice open hips. “Don’t be shy now,” she pouts playfully.
Katsuki’s throat works as his hands lamely find purchase against the cushions. Ochako watches as he flicks his eyes towards Izuku, though she never looks away from his face, licking her lips at the sight of him so close once again, this time lit by the dim lighting of their living room lamp. “Izuku..?”
“Yes, Kacchan?”
“..Are you-?”
“Waiting for you two to makeout?” Katsuki’s cheeks darken. Ochako’s grin widens. Izuku huffs a laugh. “Yeah, absolutely.”
“Bakugo,” Ochako purrs, loving the way those vermillion eyes turn back to her are so round, so open. “My drink tasted better than yours.”
Katsuki licks his lips unconsciously. Ochako wants to suck the spit off of them. “Okay?” He asks, quieter than usual.
Ochako leans in closer. “Your tongue still works, right?” Closer, closer. Katsuki’s leant back onto the back cushion, but he’s not pushing her away. She breathes against his parted lips. “Prove it. Have a taste.”
When Katsuki’s lips widen to retort back, Ochako surges forwards, immediately pushing her tongue into his mouth. Warm, wet heat. Vodka, she moans softly against him, hands coming to rest on either side of his face.
Strawberry, Katsuki’s hand nervously finds its way to her hip, lips pushing and sucking back against her.
Sweet, sour, no words could describe how Katsuki feels, how he tastes. He gives back as good as he gets, and yet Ochako can tell there’s a submission about him. It’s in the way his head falls backwards as she presses forwards. In the way his hip falls open wider, granting her better access to his pelvis, slotting her knee against his groin as she grinds her cunt against his thigh. It’s even better than at the club, because with the way her dress rides up with the parting of her legs, Ochako can grind her panties right onto the roughness of his jeans as she licks the underside of his tongue. Katsuki shivers with a small sound, twitching beneath her, and Ochako smiles into the kiss, invigorated. So cute. So sweet.
So alive.
A quiet groan to her left makes her finally pull back, both of them staring at the other and breathing heavily. When Ochako looks, Izuku is staring at them intensely, watching with a white-knuckle grip on his glass. It’s nearly empty.
“Bedroom?” She asks, still a bit breathless.
Izuku’s eyes meet hers. Then they look at Katsuki for a long moment. When the blonde says nothing, Izuku breathes out through his nose, lips twitch into a smirk as he meets Ochako’s gaze once more. “Bedroom.”
Watching his girlfriend finger open his childhood best friend satisfies something hot, slick, and twisted in Izuku’s mind.
He’s set up for the show, his own drink refreshed and a chair pulled up at the edge of the bed, the perfect spot for his viewing pleasure. And what a pleasure it is, seeing the diagonal view of Katsuki naked on his back, legs spread wide as a topless, only clad in panties Ochako kisses him stupid, two slick fingers stretching him open.
“To the left,” Izuku murmurs over the rim of his glass, just loud enough to ensure he’s heard over the wet sounds of their mouths and Katsuki’s hole.
Ochako listens, biting and pulling at Katsuki’s lower lip as her fingers change angle. Katsuki moans, loud, chest arching beautifully into the air.
Izuku hums and sits back, legs spread to accommodate the throbbing bulge in his pants. Satisfaction surges through his veins.
“Oh my- fuck,” Katsuki groans, hands gripping the sheets as small twinkling explosions sparkle around him. His plush lips are slightly dyed from Ochako’s lipstick. His skin is slick with sweat, pale and scarred and perfect. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Kacchan is so fucking pretty.
“Feel good, Kacchan?” Izuku asks, taking a sip from his glass as he watches the way a third finger starts to tease his rim open. His hole is so cute, pink and graced with fine blonde hair, lube dripping down and soiling the bed beneath him. If their plan is successful - which, by this point, it better be - their bed would be ruined.
Izuku considers keeping the sheets, anyways.
“Ah, uhn,” Katsuki squirms as Ochako continues to press against his prostate. Izuku knows, because those perfect brows screw up just the right amount. Izuku knows, because that gorgeous throat covered in lipstick slackens, widens, opens to let out sounds Katsuki would hold back otherwise. Izuku knows, because that pretty flushed cock, hard and drooling with precum, wouldn’t twitch so violently against that perfect abdomen, that perfectly trimmed happy trail, for no good reason.
Izuku wets his lips and tightens his hold on his drink, forcing himself to keep his hands away from his own aching cock.
Ochako pulls back from where she’d been sucking at Katsuki’s neck, her own face red with heat and arousal. “How ya want him?” She questions, breathless, a pleased grin spreading her lips. She, too, is so beautiful. The curves of her body may have become a familiar sight, but the strength in her softness never fails to take Izuku’s breath away. Her face, so pretty and bright with her expressions, yet the sin swirling in her mind is easily seen by Izuku, reflected by his own mutual feelings.
He releases an exhale deep from his chest as his eyes flicker down to Katsuki’s winking, empty hole, the blonde’s heaving chest a wonderful compliment in his peripheral vision. “In my lap, preferably.”
Ochako scoffs around a laugh, the smile not leaving her face. “Wait your turn, Deku.”
Izuku pouts. Katsuki cranes his neck upwards to look at him, dazed, and Izuku’s eyes immediately find him. Another exhale leaves him, shakier, cock throbbing in his pants. “Doggy, facing me.”
He needs to see Kacchan feel good.
Ochako nods and slaps her clean hand against Katsuki’s inner thigh, grinning at the way the blonde jumps then glares at her. “You heard the man, Bakugo!”
“Can ya not fuckin’ call me that while we’re doin’ this shit?” Katsuki grumbles, blushing down to his ample pecs as he slowly, slowly, sits up and crawls himself into position.
He doesn't look at Izuku despite entering center stage.
Izuku’s lips twitch upwards as his gaze darkens.
“What would you prefer? Dynamight?” Ochako shoots back snarkily. Izuku’s hands clench at the reminder.
Katsuki kicks a foot back at her blindly, “Fuck no!”
Ochako laughs, “Okay, Katsuki~!” She sings jovially, expertly securing her harness around herself and sending a wink Izuku’s way as she sneaks the pink dildo, hidden from Katsuki’s line of sight, into the o-ring. Izuku smiles to himself seeing Katsuki’s cheeks darken as his given name leaves her mouth, finding the shy quivering of his lips unbearably adorable.
He can’t wait to see him fucked.
“Kacchan,” Izuku croons, leaning forwards on his elbows to get closer to the blonde.
“What,” Katsuki snipes quickly. Antsy, vulnerable. Nervous.
So cute.
“Look at me, please?” Izuku prompts, soft but strong in his tone. The whiskey makes him warmer, more confident, and Katsuki seems to need some sort of direction at the moment. He can do that. Wants to. He’d do anything for Kacchan, especially when the man is naked and on his knees in front of him.
Katsuki’s expression twitches, internally contemplating obeying, but eventually those beautiful red orbs slide Izuku’s way. Izuku feels himself soften even more, a harsh contrast the way his cock pulses in his pants. “That’s it,” he murmurs, transferring his drink to his non-dominant hand so he can raise his right to Katsuki’s cheek. Katsuki doesn’t flinch away from the knuckles brushing his skin. Izuku’s heart soars happily in his chest. “‘Chako’s gonna make you feel good, yeah?” Izuku smiles, purring the promise as if it were just the two of them, as if Ochako wasn’t lubing her strap and slowly caressing a hand up Katsuki’s back as she, too, listened intently.
Katsuki’s lips wobble before they press together, an attempt at hiding his anticipation, but Izuku sees it anyway. He leans into Izuku’s hand, just a little bit more, as Ochako’s warm palm slides between his shoulder blades, a serene heat towards the back of his neck before she travels downwards again, coaxing relaxation with her steady hand. Katsuki takes a deep breath, maintaining the eye contact between them, and on the exhale his eyes begin to droop. His cheek, so soft and warm, turns more into Izuku’s hand until the palm can cup itself around his face, fingers brushing sweaty blonde locks behind his ear and staying there. Izuku sees, in his periphery, how Katsuki’s shoulders slacken, how his spine elongates, how his hips relax and release. He doesn’t want to look away from the way Katsuki’s eyes fall back into that delicious glaze, how his kiss-plumped-lips part with his breath, so Izuku doesn’t. He takes his thumb down to those perfect lips, trailing his fingers in a tactile caress, and nods, once, as he uses his thumb to part Katsuki’s mouth wider.
At the cue, Ochako steadies Katsuki’s hips and begins to press inside.
It’s quiet, almost unfathomably so. The only noise in the room becomes three pairs of breathing, each labored to a different degree, each for a different reason. It’s so quiet that Izuku can hear the way Katsuki’s throat hitches as he’s carved into, can nearly hear the way Ochako’s lubed strap slicks against his walls. Katsuki doesn’t look away from him, but it’s hard for Izuku to discern if he’s really seeing. Izuku’s thumb catches on the bottom row of his teeth, silently pressing down until Katsuki’s jaw opens wider. Katsuki’s so obedient like this, so perfect, Izuku nearly wants to strangle himself for letting his girlfriend get a turn first.
But,
“That’s it, Kacchan,” Izuku purrs, voice rough. He leans forwards even more, barely in his seat anymore, to get himself right up into Katsuki’s face. He grins, something twisted and not entirely kind. “Be good for her, or else I’m gonna end up splitting you in two, mm?”
“Aah-” Katsuki moans, unable to hide the sound with the way Izuku keeps holding his mouth open. Izuku feels a shudder run through them both simultaneously. When he finally takes a moment to look away from Katsuki’s fluttering gaze, Izuku can see Ochako’s bottomed out, staring down at the sight of Katsuki stretched around her with wide eyes, heavy breaths accentuating her breasts.
“Fuck,” Izuku grits, eyebrows knitting as his cock throbs painfully.
Ochako meets his eyes, licks her lips, and smirks. “Yeah,” she says plainly, breathless. She does a small, testing roll of her hips, and Katsuki keens, his ass mindlessly jutting back against her, wanting more. “Fuck.”
Izuku caresses his fingers against Katsuki’s throat without looking, without releasing his teeth from his thumb. “I’m really jealous right now,” he confesses, glaring at his girlfriend ruefully. Somewhat joking, somewhat not.
He’s sure Ochako can tell, because her smirk just widens as she pointedly pulls out before slamming herself back inside, eyes glinting as Katsuki’s debauched moan and burst of sparkles makes Izuku’s eye twitch. “Oh, I’m sure, babe.”
“Tch,” Izuku returns his focus to the blonde before him, leaning back the slightest bit to take a swig of his drink. Katsuki’s eyes follow his movement all the while, paying ample attention, and Izuku revels in it. Katsuki watches the way his throat works as Izuku continues to drink, putting on a show for his childhood friend as Ochako begins to thrust in rhythm, quickly working up to an enthusiastic pace.
“I- Izu-”
Izuku swallows quickly and surges forwards, surprising Katsuki enough to cut off the warbled moan of his name. “No, Kacchan,” he growls, letting the harsh scent of the whiskey flow from his breath right into Katsuki’s forcibly opened mouth. He can see the way his oropharynx works at the taste, can see the way it quickly sends him back into that drunken haze. Good. “Ochako’s the one fucking you, baby. You say her name.”
Slap. Plap. Kacchan’s whine, a sparkle of his quirk. “Mm, yeah, Katsuki,” Ochako groans, surely feeling pleasure despite the way her cock is nothing but silicone. Her hips, so strong and boosted by the desire to please, ram against Katsuki’s ass with each thrust, each movement powerful enough to rock Katsuki forwards until Izuku’s thumb is nearly fucking his tongue. Hm. There’s a slap, harsher than the rest, and Katsuki’s eyes fly open as he cries out, staring into Izuku’s in shock, disbelief, flaming arousal. “Say my name, cutie,” Ochako grins, massaging the stinging skin of Katsuki’s asscheek. Good girl.
“O- Okka-”
Ah. Izuku removes his thumb, staring Katsuki down pointedly as he lowers his chest to place his glass on the floor.
This time, Katsuki’s eyes don’t track his movement, too fogged and focused on the pleasure he’s feeling. “Ochak- oh!” His voice croaks, rough and desperate. Izuku smiles as he hears Ochako moan, hears the way her hips start to quicken into a jackhammer. A glance up, and Izuku groans at the way Ochako’s tits bounce as her hands grip into the meat between Katsuki’s ass and thighs, the squish of muscle making his mouth water. A glance down, and Izuku sighs at the sight of Katsuki’s head bobbing loosely, eyes glazed and fluttering as his forearms begin to quiver. Close.
Almost my turn, Izuku thinks dreamily.
“So good, Kacchan,” Izuku praises, the sweet words coming out rougher than he’d intended, expected. But his patience is wearing thin. He wants to be inside Kacchan now. “Can you cum untouched, Kacchan?”
Not like they’ve given his cock any attention, but. Izuku needs to know.
Katsuki cries around a moan, shaking his head desperately. “N-no, don’t- don’ thin’ so- oh-” As if Izuku’s words reminded him about orgasming, Katsuki starts to tremble, growing restless as his eyes fly open to find Izuku. “F-fuck, gotta- gotta cum, Izu- Ocha- Ochako! Fuckin-” A keen, a baring of his teeth, a continuing ignoring of his cock. Izuku glances down at it sneakily. Oh, how precious it looks, weeping and swollen red. He raises his gaze to share a look with Ochako, and the flushed woman wobbles her lips into a smirk.
Izuku leans forwards again, raising both of his hands to slither to Katsuki’s chest, pinching his nipples between his fingers. Katsuki gasps, right into Izuku’s face, and Izuku coos right back. “Kacchan, I’m sure you can.” A twist, a pinch, a swivel on the left and a rub on the right. Katsuki squirms between both his and Ochako’s hands, but they don’t let him escape. “So, those hookups - they’ve fucked you, but they never played with you?”
Katsuki whimpers, confused and growing more and more desperate. The sound makes Izuku pinch his nipples harshly, barely able to hold himself back from doing more. “AH! WH- Whah?” Katsuki warbles, barely coherent. Too close.
Ah, oh well. Next time.
Izuku ignores him though he continues to study the blonde’s face, taking note of each different reaction as his hands tease the man’s chest. Katsuki likes it, that’s obvious. Izuku always knew he would. Izuku also knows Kacchan is about to cum from the dual stimulation, his face screwing up in fearful confusion, not understanding why the sensation is- what it’s doing to-
“Auhgnnn–!”
There we go.
When Katsuki finally cums, Ochako rocks a few more times inside of him, milking out his orgasm kindly to the sweet sound of his moans. Then, after carefully pulling out of the blonde while Izuku coos quiet praises, she all but rips the harness off of her hips, plants her hands onto Katsuki’s waist, and pushes him down flat. He yelps in surprise, and probably because his sensitive cock gets trapped between his body and the sheets, but Ochako doesn’t care. She feels Izuku look up at her, sending her some sort of look, but Ochako doesn’t care.
She needs to fucking cum.
This is the issue in her fantasies, and evidently during the first time she ever gets to dick someone down: her dick isn’t real, meaning after suffering (immensely enjoying) long minutes of fucking Katsuki, watching his cute ass bounce in her grip, hearing those pretty moans - all Ochako received in return was a repetitive teasing pressure to her clit and a mean fucking build of arousal. She’s so wired she feels like biting into the sweat-sweet skin of the blonde beneath her just to quell the feeling. So, maybe she’s a bit rough as she pushes Katsuki down and re-mounts him with just her swollen clit pressing against her panties, but she deserves this.
“‘Chako-” Izuku tries.
“Nngh,” Ochako grits back, rolling her hips down into Katsuki’s firm cheeks. Fuck does it feel good. A hump, a thrust, a slide of her clit - Katsuki just has to lay there, all fucked out and pretty while she uses him.
Izuku sighs, allowing her to continue. As if she would’ve stopped just because he said something. “So pretty, Kacchan,” she hears him mutter, and Katsuki’s resounding whimper only makes her echo her own moan as she grinds down into him. “Just relax, baby. You’re doing so well.” Hell yeah he is. Katsuki took her so well, letting her go all out with her thrusts. A dream come true, really. Ochako’s never gotten to use her strap before. She had it on standby, comfortably at ease with her bisexuality and her desire to top, but Izuku had never been interested in such a thing. She can’t blame him at all, not when she also prefers to do the topping the majority of the time. But, well…
If they can keep Katsuki around, it seems like things would be much, much better, as they both came to terms with a while ago.
“O-Ocha…” Katsuki whimpers, and that’s a wrap.
“Oh shit-!” Ochako keens, hips stuttering in their gyration as she digs her nails into his back, soaking her panties as she cums. Warm, solid, breathing and moaning. Katsuki’s better than any damn pillow she could stuff between her legs.
The waves of pleasure roll through her like warm water, sizzling euphoric delirium. When she comes back to earth, breathing heavily and deeply, Ochako notices Katsuki peering at her over his shoulder, flushed beyond comprehension, eyes wide and round and blown.
Her cunt twitches, squeezing and oozing more slick.
A throat clears, and Ochako turns her gaze to Izuku. His eyes, too, are blown and dark, skin flushed and jaw tight. “You done?” He asks, forcibly calm.
Ochako bites her lip, anticipation growing once more beneath her skin. “Mhm.”
Katsuki doesn’t know how much more he can take. Already Ochako’s fucked him quite stupid, the ferocity behind her thrusts nearly as enthusiastic as a youthful virgin’s. And then Izuku, with his sexy ass scarred fingers, doing that weird shit to his nipples. And then Ochako, who held him the fuck down, just to damn near fuck him again, sans the strap.
His cock is way too oversensitive by this point, the stimulation from being forced down into the cum soaked sheets forcing him closer to a second orgasm. Luckily, she finished on top of him before he could.
But now Izuku’s on the bed with him, his chest to Katsuki’s back as he sinks the blonde down onto his cock, and Katsuki thinks he’s genuinely going to tear in half.
“Shhh, Kacchan,” Izuku croons into his ear as he slowly, slowly presses Katsuki down. Katsuki can’t help the way his entire weight becomes dependent on the strength of Izuku’s hands - this damn night has gotten away from him, from the inebriation to this fucking fantasy becoming a reality - and all he can manage is to part his lips in a silent moan, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as Izuku makes him take each inch of his cock.
He’s really fucking big.
“You can take it, Kacchan,” Izuku murmurs, pressing his lips to Katsuki’s cheek. “Baby,” he coos, licking along the outer shell of Katsuki’s ear the more he’s pressed down. “That’s it.” He groans, finally, and while Katsuki’s trembling fully seated in his lap, trying to take a moment to physically adjust to his girth, Izuku sticks his damn tongue into his ear.
“Euhn-!”
A snort, a giggle, all from the same person. Katsuki doesn’t have to turn his head (besides squirming at Izuku’s weird fucking ministrations) to know it’s Ochako laughing at him, again. But her laughter isn’t the same as before. Something about it is sweet, non-deragatory and more just expressing enjoyment. Still, he’d glare at her if he could. But Katsuki can barely control the tongue in his mouth at this point, let alone react outside of trying to get the hell away from the tongue in ear.
Not that it feels terrible. Shivers race their way up and down his spine, arching away from Izuku only to bow down back against him. His cock likes the weird feeling, for some fucking reason.
A huff of laughter into his ear - even damn Izuku is laughing at him now, apparently. “Kacchan, god,” he groans, rolling his hips upwards into him. Katsuki gasps and falls back against his chest, feeling useless besides the way his hole encompasses and clenches down on Izuku’s length. Nobody seems to be complaining about his lack of effort, thankfully, because this is all he has left to give.
It’s nice, actually, to be able to give so little and still feel like it’s more than appreciated.
Izuku raises him up, presses him down a little firmer. Katsuki’s breath catches at the slide, walls fluttering in sensitivity as something warm and throbbing starts to pump into him. It’s different from how it’d been with Ochako. Katsuki can feel all of Izuku, entirely surrounding him from behind and within. After being forced to keep his eyes on the nerd while his girlfriend had her way with him, finally getting into Izuku’s hands was divine. But it’s so hard to think through the heat, through the intense pleasure of Izuku bouncing him in his lap, those strong freckled hips thrusting up into him, selfishly never wanting to leave Katsuki’s hole. It’s hard to focus when he feels Ochako’s eyes on them, on him, the blurry sight of her fondling her own breast as she lounges against the pillows, enjoying the show. It’s hard to focus when Katsuki drops his head back onto Izuku’s shoulder, uncaring about the strain in his muscles nor the way his skull bounces against the bone, and Izuku surges his mouth to Katsuki’s throat, kissing and suckling harsh bruises.
He whines, high and loud, too far gone to be embarrassed by the sound. Izuku feels amazing, but he hasn’t fucking kissed him.
“‘Chako,” Izuku grunts, a hiss of breath following as he presses Katsuki strongly into his lap, grinding waves deep into the blonde’s prostate. Katsuki can’t see anything more than the hazy ceiling above him from where he lays lax against the other man, too drunk off liquor and pleasure to give a damn what was going on outside of his body. “Come steady him, please.”
Some shuffling, and then a softer pair of hands wrap around his waist as Izuku’s leave him. Katsuki whines, again, though it’s choked and stopped short as one of Izuku’s scarred hands pushes him by the cheek so the man can finally slot their mouths together. It feels nearly impossible for Katsuki to relax further, yet somehow he completely feels like mush as Izuku’s tongue invades his mouth, petting along his own. Katsuki can only moan softly and press back against him weakly, the distracting feeling of soft lips on his own paired with Izuku’s demanding tongue making him dizzier than the oxygen that depletes itself from his system. Demanding cock, as well, because with a tap of Izuku’s free hand that Katsuki doesn’t see, Ochako begins using her own strength to help Katsuki ride Izuku’s cock while the man thrusts up into him, their kissing remaining unrelenting.
And oh god, is the feeling of being rocked on that fat cock, manipulated by two other bodies, fucking incredible. Katsuki thinks he could die like this and be satisfied, even if he knows he probably can’t cum a second time. None of his other hookups had ever lasted long enough for a second round, never gave enough of a shit to pleasure him outside of some heavy kissing, some heavy petting to his cock and hole, and some heavy fucking. He thinks he needs to re-word that, though, because no one had fucked him the way Ochako had, had fucked him the way Izuku is currently doing. Katsuki feels so wet down south, slick with sweat and lube and his own cum, and Izuku just uses it to his advantage. Slap, slap, schlick. Repeatedly, the sound of skin slamming against skin bounds throughout the room, Katsuki’s own cock adding to the tune as it bounces uselessly against his belly.
Izuku finally separates their mouths more than a hair’s breath away, instead shoving his lips heatedly against Katsuki’s temple. “Kiss her,” he orders, a whisper and a stern demand.
Katsuki whimpers as Izuku’s hand falls away from his cheek to grip his hip, but the movement does allow the blonde to turn his head, blindly allowing his lips to purse forwards until Ochako meets him the rest of the way. He sighs at the languidness of her kiss in comparison to Izuku’s dominating exploration, but then Izuku’s cock twitches and the rhythm of thrusts amplifies. The kiss turns less sweet as Katsuki’s mouth falls open into a moan, Ochako’s tongue happily letting itself inside to lick along his teeth, his cheeks. Izuku just keeps going faster, harder, rougher as he probably watches them, but Katsuki’s too blissed out to open his eyes and see. He just lets them take.
Ochako’s hand finds his cheek as Izuku takes over the direction of fucking, turning Katsuki’s head diagonally to the side, just barely keeping her own lips in contact. He makes a confused noise, eyes attempting to flutter open in question, but then a third mouth joins them, Izuku’s own lips and tongue spilling spit across the both of them. The three of them moan simultaneously. Ochako’s is sweet, soft and satisfied by just this. Izuku’s is heavy and rough, chasing his orgasm with a devastating pounding to Katsuki’s insides as he wraps his tongue around where the blonde’s and Ochako’s meet. Katsuki’s is high, loud, a horrid cry as a soft, strong hand finally, fucking finally wraps around his cock and begins to stroke.
“Auahhnnn–”
“C’mon, Kacchan,” Izuku growls, panting, fingers bruising around Katsuki’s hips. His cock is slamming into him hard enough Katsuki nearly feels nauseous, so dizzy from the pleasure in addition to the way Ochako teases his cock and presses kisses along his neck. “Wanna- cum with me, Kacchan. Y’ can do it, baby.”
“So good, Katsuki,” Ochako murmurs against his skin, her soft scent paired with strawberry liquor sending goosebumps of sweetness along his arms. “One more time, mm?”
They hit him at the same time, a press of a thumb to his tip and a harsh thrust right into his prostate. Katsuki didn’t think he could cum a second time, but he does, and had he not been trapped between their bodies, he would’ve collapsed from the waves of orgasmic pleasure rendering him blind. “Oouhh ffff-” A mewl leaves him, a delirious sound as his body shakes and squirms, the hands on him and the cock within him not slowing for one, two, three, fo- three and a half more thrusts until Ochako’s round eyes are way too close, way too interested and filled with anticipation - until Izuku is biting into Katsuki’s shoulder, the vibration of his moan rocking something loose in Katsuki’s core as the man’s hot cum pulses into him.
Lounging in just a pair of borrowed boxers in the bed of two of his closest friends, who are a couple, is not something Katsuki ever expected tonight to result to.
So, a group of old classmates decide to go out to a club for the night, the widespread invite meaning any and anyone Katsuki could have known back at UA could be there. He’d gone with his usual gaggle of friends, Kaminari and Ashido routinely doing their damn best to get him drunk. And then Akira, the guy who had set his eyes upon Katsuki first, kept swiveling him into conversation, into more drinks between just the two of them, into dancing with him on the floor. Katsuki had gotten drunker than he’d typically allow himself to do when prowling for a hookup, so when he’d felt a smaller, softer body behind him instead of Akira’s, the sight of Ochako grinding jovially against his ass was a reassuring sight. Even if it was damn strange.
After Izuku and her had gotten together, Katsuki had distanced himself from them a bit. It just felt odd, painful, knowing he felt more for Izuku than just best-friendship, knowing he enjoyed Ochako’s presence in a way Katsuki usually didn’t around other girls. It left him confused, floundering a bit at the way his body and heart were reacting. Hence, the hookups he tended to somewhat regret the next morning. His sexual desires were somewhat quelled by getting fucked, at least.
And then Izuku had joined them on the dance floor. And then they had both convinced him to leave Akira, to go home with them, to let them take him to their bed.
And now, here he is, sleepily meeting their gazes as they each drink from a tall glass of water.
“Th’ hell,” Katsuki croaks, wincing a bit at the strain of his throat.
Ochako snorts softly. Izuku cracks a small grin. “You’re stayin’ the night, Kacchan.”
Katsuki gives him a flat look. He takes a swig of the water and shoves it lazily into Izuku’s hand, shuffling down into the pillows and lying on his back. “Fuckin’ duh.”
“Sleepover~” Ochako sings sleepily, happily following Katsuki down until she’s resting against his shoulder. Katsuki doesn’t bother to throw her off or open his eyes to glare, simply huffing to express his annoyance (though, there is none).
Izuku pads around the room for a bit before the lights turn off and the bed gives into his weight on Katsuki’s other side. “Kacchan should sleep over more often,” he murmurs tiredly, dreamily, as he mirrors Ochako’s position and rests his head on Katsuki’s other shoulder.
The sensations of their differing hair tickles Katsuki’s neck. They’re both warm in a similar way, transferring their heat to him.
“Mm, all the time,” Ochako slurs. Katsuki’s heart starts beating a bit quicker.
“That’d be nice,” Izuku hums, nuzzling his cheek into Katsuki.
Katsuki swallows, fingers twitching nervously. “Uh?”
“I love you,” Izuku murmurs softly to his right.
“I like ya,” Ochako murmurs with a smile to his left. He can’t see it, but he can feel it, can hear it in her voice.
Katsuki swallows, again, working the influx of emotions back down his throat. His heart is still beating rapidly, but the comfort of the two surrounding him is coaxing him to calm down, to join them in slumber. “Y’ assholes ‘re crazy,” he grumbles, awkwardly bending his elbows beneath them until he can comb his fingers through each of their hair. Ochako and Izuku both sigh happily. Katsuki opens his eyes, rolls them with an upwards quirk of his lips, then closes them again and allows himself to fall asleep wrapped up with the couple.
They could figure shit out tomorrow when they were sober. For now, Katsuki doesn’t have to dream about being held in their arms at night, for once.