#bakushin

This is your normal with him. Hitoshi doesn’t hang out much in offices due to his working hours, but you’ve seen him at reunions and parties and being around him always felt easy. He likes you too, since you have your way of snapping back at his witty remarks and can easily match his freak, having become a trusted companion of shared joints and occasional night car rides.

Just as you’re about to head back to your desk, the breakroom door opens and you instantly recognize the sound of the boots stomping the place. Katsuki enters the room, hero gear a little singed, with a small box in hand. “Hiya handsome”, you greet him. He smiles and puts the box on the coffee table. “Heard Eiji got you pulling an all-nighter. Brought you a snack”. He quickly comes over for a kiss and you keep him there for a few more, lost in the smell of ashes and burnt sugar. “Ugh”, is the raspy fakely disgusted noise that comes out of Hitoshi’s throat. “Pretty sure the locker rooms are empty, you might wanna consider that”. Katsuki doesn’t even look at him, just pulls back enough to talk on your lips. “And you can take your jealous ass there for a wank”. When you swat at your boyfriend’s shoulder, he doesn’t even flinch. “If you can put on a good enough of a show”, the other shoots back from his seat. A heavy sigh leaves your lips. “All right, if you boys wanna measure dicks, metaphorical or not, you’ll have to go somewhere else. Can’t deal with this tonight, my plate’s full already”.

Katsuki kisses you again, sweet and slow, then heads out. He stops on the doorway, glaring at the purple haired guy that’s trying to steal the onigiri he made for you. “Don’t let her be too late”, it's all he says before walking out. Hitoshi tilts his head, violet eyes narrowing at the closing door. You can tell he’s thinking, and that alone sets off a tiny alarm bell. But it’s also the fact that he’s looking sadder as of late. “What’s wrong?”, you ask after a beat. He starts fidgeting with his hands, and you try to recall if you ever saw him nervous. “Can I tell you something without you getting mad at me?”. You blink. “Wow, should I be scared?”. “No, nothing scary. Just socially complicated". You straighten up with piqued curiosity while his gaze flicks away from you, slowly exhaling. “I kinda have a thing for him", he admits. For a second you fail to connect the dots. “Who?”, you ask, making the tip of his ears red for having to say the name out loud. “Bakugo Katsuki. Your boyfriend. You know, explosive temper. Explosive quirk. Explosive everything”. Your eyebrows shoot up. “A thing", you echo. His index and thumb pinch the bridge of his nose as he shuts his eyes. “Don’t make it weird". “Oh, I’m absolutely making it weird”. You plop on the couch beside him, head buzzing after the new information. You’re not mad. Not really surprised either, if you’re honest. Hitoshi is laid-back and amusing with everyone but you often felt the comments he threw at Katsuki were meant to tease and drag something out of him rather than punch with sarcasm. Hitoshi challenges him instead of backing down, and Katsuki surprisingly listens, which makes heir banter always charged but also comfortable. You actually wondered if Kats has ever thought about him too. There are plenty of people who have a crush on your man, and rightfully so given the snack he is. He’s also loud, even when he’s not trying to be, but he fills a room with sheer presence alone. It’s one of the reasons you love him. The others are that beneath the frowns and snarls, he’s painfully honest. Blunt to a fault. Loyal like a guard dog. Which is why this confession feels… deliciously dangerous somehow. “Huh,” you ultimately say. Hitoshi, who’s so uncomfortable he’s almost about to erupt in a series of apologies, gives you a dubious glance. “That’s all? You’re not upset?”. “No,” is your earnest response. “I’m actually intrigued.” At that he pauses, mouth stretched in a thin line while scanning you. “Now I’m scared”. “So, this thing… since when?”. “Last year of U.A. Tried to get over it but didn’t really work. Then you two happened". “And now you told me,” you point out slowly, “knowing I’m dating him.” “Yep. I know, very dumb”. He laughs a humorless chuckle. “I’m not asking you to do anything. I just—”, he shrugs. “I trust you. And I figured you’d find out anyway”. His shoulder look a tad more relaxed now, the tension he was holding melting with the honesty of his words, relieved now that it’s out.

You shake your head. “You know he can be a nightmare, right?”. Hitoshi’s mouth twitches up in half a smile. “You’re talking to an insomniac, darling. Nightmares keep things interesting.” He quickly clears his throat. “This is all stupid, though. Forget I said anything.” Little goosebumps start to raise the hair on your neck and arms. The more you think about it, the more your brain wanders into places it absolutely shouldn’t. “You know”, you say as he’s about to up and leave, “if you want, I could talk to him”. He looks at you with an arched brow. “About?” “You still owe me for those documents I got buried two months ago. You could come over and make us some of your best drinks. An evening among friends, to talk and stuff”. “And stuff?”. Long fingers thread though amethyst locks. “You’re really not mad, huh”. You bump his shoulder with yours. “If you don’t mind having me in the mix, of course. I mean, watching you two fuck might be the best show of my life, but I’m not gonna just sit back while you tame my man”. His eyes light up and a knowing smirk spreads wide on his lips. “Of course, sweetheart”, his hand roams your thigh with feather-light touch, black nails scratching a spot above your knee. “Wouldn’t dream to exclude my heaven’s sent emissary from some fun”. He pauses, taking a long breath in. Then, with a more serious tone: “Look, if Bakugo’s game, I’m in”.

Convincing Bakugo is the real challenge. You bring it up the next night: after a nice dinner you have him splayed face down on the bed, sitting on his butt to rub the day’s tension off him. “There’s something I’ve been thinking about”, you tell him, warming up the bergamot oil between your hands before spreading it on his back. His rigid muscles quickly melt under your touch. “ ‘myea?”, he grunts. You work your thumbs under his shoulder blades in small and firm circles. “You know how we once talked about a threesome?”. His head perks up instantly and he looks at you from over his shoulder. “Okay, wasn’t expecting that”. You smile and press down over the small of his back, so the snapping pressure makes him jerk forward with a groan and his head lowers again. “I was thinking, what if we invited Hitoshi over?”. You lean to softly whisper on the shell of his ear. “Did you know he had a crush on you for some time?”. Katsuki freezes under you. “What?”. You ease back, your palms pressing on his sides in outward motions. There are always knots around his mid-section, and you can never quite get rid of them. “How do you know?”. “He told me. Wouldn’t it be nice, me and him taking care of you?”, you ask, voice laced with intent. “It could be so much fun”. Katsuki’s forehead is resting on his forearm, breathing through the massage and trying to piece thoughts together. When you were discussing past sexual experiences and desires for the future, he wouldn’t have pictured Eyebags in it. He was sure you’d have gone for Sero or any one of the girls. He told you Eiji was not an option, being both your boss… and the one who took his virginity back in high school. He hides his face in the crook of his arm, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. Hitoshi always made him feel pulled in without understanding why, but it’s never been something he chased. Though he didn’t push it away either. Maybe back then he misread it as annoyance and buried it under competition and pride, a simpler way to deal with uneasy feelings. But hell, with all the whoring around Mindfuck did, not once did he come for him. He heard about the rumors, knows half of his circle of friends ended up in his lap or his bed or his car… he figured he simply wasn’t’ interesting enough for that. Three soft taps on his arm. He doesn’t notice you stopped rubbing his back, shifting to lay next to him. He raises his head just enough so his eyes can peek at you, two tiny rubies opaque with thoughts. You started to worry when he goes silent and doesn’t flinch at your pinches. “Sorry for dumping that on you like this”, you smile sheepishly. “I just thought you might be intrigued, since all the smack talk between you”. He blinks a few times. “I… I don’t’ hate the idea”. He really doesn’t. There are worst choices, and he’s a good friend to you. Brings you food when you work overtime at the agency –even if it’s takeout junk– and then drives you home, to him. He can see why you like him. You bonded so quick and easily, by the third time you found yourselves at an event it was like you were long lost childhood friends. There were no arrangements made between the three of you, Hitoshi offered all in silence and kind. And maybe, subconsciously, Katsuki likes him too since he trusts him with the most precious thing in his life. Maybe he doesn’t mind you two hang out like you do in the first place because he likes him. Jesus, this seriously needs thinking over. “Really?”. “Yeah”. His arm extends so he can cup your cheek and stokes it with his thumb. “But we do it only if he asks. I need to hear it from him”.

“This better be worth it", Katsuki growls, slouching on the sofa and glaring at Hitoshi, now coming from his kitchen with three colorful glasses on a tray. “I skipped training for this”. “Can’t see the harm in that”, Hitoshi replies, setting the cocktails on the table. He showed up in a simple black shirt and ripped jeans, a small bag which contained his tools. Bakugo argued that we have mixers, dumbass but he dismissed it with a wave, going on about how he didn’t spend a ton of cash on good equipment to not show it off. He’s walking around the place all relaxed, but you notice his jaw tightens when he turns around. “Pretty sure your muscles won’t deflate overnight from skipping one leg day”. Katsuki snaps his head up. “It’s about consistency, Purple Drank. Maybe it’s hard for you to get”. Your boy, in low-slung sweats and white t-shirt, is already pouting. Hitoshi places a hand on his heart. “That’s the best nickname I’ve had. Thank you, pumpkin”.

The blond bounces one leg like he’s about to bolt or blow up something. Or both. Hitoshi drops on a chair. “Relax, Bakugo. All that frowning will get you premature wrinkles”. You clear your throat loudly and scowl at them. “Boys. Play nice.” Bakugo clicks his tongue. “I am bein’ nice.” Shinso raises an eyebrow. “True, I suppose. Waiting at least five minutes before insulting me is growth for you.” You bite back a smile but before your boyfriend can bark back, the timer rings in the kitchen and snacks save everyone from having a conversation for a while. The tension still sits in between though, thick and buzzing. “So”, Hitoshi says while chewing on some salty edamame, “do you host many gatherings at the Bakugo mansion?” Katsuki scoffs. “Nope, too much cleaning to do”, he answers shooting a look at you. “And this wasn’t my idea.” You just smile sweetly and help yourself to some pickled vegetables. “Always stirring up trouble”, Hitoshi hints. You tilt your head. “You say that like it’s a bad thing”. He gives you a complicit wry smile and you can’t help but grin back. Katsuki’s frown deepens. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” “Oh, for sure,” Hitoshi says. “I thrive in awkward situations.” You laugh and when Katsuki’s eyes flick to you with the warning “Don’t encourage him”, you feel the irritation dissipating. Thankfully they start to chat and after while the room feels light. That’s when you give Katsuki a squeeze on the thigh and excuse yourself. None of you is sure how tonight is gonna go, which is why Bakugo asked you leave them to sort things out first.

“So”, he growls, all serious once the door clicks. “You just gonna sit there chewing on my food all night?”.

Hitoshi exhales through his nose in amusement. He figured you’d throw him under the bus, but wasn’t expecting Bakugo to come forward about it. He takes a sip of his Blue Lagoon. He went heavy on the vodka and tries to diffuse the flavor by rubbing his tongue on the palate. When he looks straight back at the blond there are no more jokes, no deflection. He sets down the glass. His tired violet eyes meet two vermilion red with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. “I like you”, Hitoshi says, blunt and clean, like ripping off a bandage. “I didn't plan on saying anything, but it just slipped out to her. Sorry about that, I thought she'd just laugh or flip me off”.

Bakugo's jaw clenches, a flicker of something raw—hurt, maybe confusion—flashing in his eyes. “That’s not all of it.”

Shinso huffs a quiet, humorless laugh. “You always were greedy.”

“Say. It. Right.”

“Yes, okay, I’ve been into you since high school,” he gives in. “Didn’t plan to, never acted on it,” he shrugs lightly. “Kinda just stuck".

Katsuki crosses his arms. “You acted plenty with everyone else”.

That takes Hitoshi aback and he pauses for a second. “What?”.

Bakugo scowls, looking anywhere but at him. “You were always hanging out with extras, laughing at their dumb crap and flirting at those fucking parties”. “You’ve always been geriatric in your routine, honey”. Hitoshi truly can’t understand where the complaint is coming from when he could only get with him for studying, at best. “You hardly ever went out. And when someone hosted a party you left early, always sticking to Midoriya anyway”.

“I left because you were passing people around like a fucking joint”, he bursts out. Parties were okay for the first 20 minutes, then everyone was getting handsy with someone else or smoking the night away. He didn’t know how to act, mainly because he didn’t have someone to get handsy with. Eiji tried to get him out of his self-conscious shell, but Katsuki wanted their… whatever thing they had to be only for them. He never could stand the class gossip. “I didn’t get it,” Bakugo continues, lowering his tone. “You barely talked to me unless we were arguing or working. Thought you just didn’t want to.”

Shinso just stares at him for a minute. “Are you serious right now?”.

“No, fuckin love to clown”, he mocks.

“I was avoiding you”.

Bakugo snaps his head back toward him. “Why the hell would you do that?”.

“Because I liked you,” Shinso says, exasperated. “What part of that is confusing?”.

As Bakugo drags a hand through his hair in frustration, a bitter laugh leaves his mouth. “C’mon. You never looked at me”, he hears himself say. His nose is starting to prickle. “You were always runnin’ your mouth, annoying as hell”. He didn’t want to be passed around. Didn’t want everyone’s attention, even though that was maybe the way to be included in something he felt so estranged from.

“Never looked?”, Hitoshi is leaning forward now, elbows on knees and eyes wide. He feel the need to cross the distance between them and physically shake that stupid silly man by the shoulders, maybe that way his synapses can work better. “Bakugo how could I not look at you? You’re the freaking sun. You’re so bright and always sure of yourself, completely the opposite of me. I figured if I got too close, you’d shut me down hard or I’d just make things weird. Not to mention the hit on your reputation”. He says the last part as a hint of joke, but the blond isn’t amused in the slightest.

“Oh, fuck you!”, Bakugo leans in as well, index accusatory pointing. “Why would you have to worry about something like that?”.

“You need to back up a second”, Hitoshi’s head is spinning now. He lost the thread and can only feel his heart shrinking as Katsuki looks at him with glassy eyes and a hurt look. “Why the fuck are you bringing all this up now?”.

“Why couldn’t you come forward to me instead of blabbing to my fucking girlfriend after all these years?”.

“Because I don’t know what’s happening anymore!”, he screams, abruptly standing up. His fists are clenched, his eyes panicked like a hare cornered by a wolf. He tried so hard to forget the burning feeling in both his chest and pants whenever he looked at him. He switched between flings and brief relationships. Nothing ever too meaningful. Not that he didn't try or didn't want to, but things never quite got his way and his line of work surely didn't make it easier. Then he met you, the new intern and aspiring PR at Fat Gum's Agency. Cute and bright and smart as hell. You always indulged him the softest of ways and he thought he could make things work. Until the blond snatched you away. Because of course; you two fitted like a glove, while he was always the odd one out. Except you both always welcomed him in. You kept being all bubbly and bratty and Katsuki didn’t mind in the slightest. On the contrary, Hitoshi thinks Bakugo has kinda grown closer to him since. Which is nice but also confusing as hell. “Yes, you two are together, but you don’t tear my face off when I hang out with her all casually. All you do is give me these looks and I don’t know what they mean”. He brings his hands over his mouth, breathing slowly in his palms. Katsuki notices how the tattooed wisteria vines loop around a black band on his right bicep and snake up under the sleeves of his shirt. He sinks into the couch, head tilted back. He’s not used to this, all these feelings laid bare like exposed wiring. And this isn’t how things were supposed to play out. Mindfuck was supposed to be his flirty self, simply admitting he liked him. He would’ve teased him a little, then they’d move in his bed and spend the night with you. The idea has actually been burning in the back of his skull since you pitched it. Why can’t things be easy? Why can’t’ he– He sighs, long and heavy. “I wasn’t so confident with intimacy and stuff like everyone was. I had only one experience like that back then and–”, and I was such a fucking coward I ruined it. Eiji’s kind heart made no big deal of it, being back to his usual self in no time. Thinking about it now, he never really apologized to his friend. “I had fun, at parties. I liked hearing you talk shit with Sero. I liked you making me drinks and being all up in my space. But then you’d leave me in the corner without so much of a second thought”. Being honest, he never really talked either. He did ruminate on memories and past feelings in the last few days, thinking maybe he simply didn’t recognize it for what it was. The sun? What a load of bullshit. He doesn’t want to be put on a dais and worshiped. He wants Hitoshi to touch him like he does the others. Scratch that. Wants it better, special, with intention and care. Wants him to guide him to what feels good to push and break his barriers. “I thought”, Bakugo starts, then stops like he hates how this sounds already. “I thought you just didn’t think I was worth your time”.

Hitoshi’s frustration turns first to ringing bells and then just static noise. “Huh?”

Bakugo shrugs. “Always thought you didn't want my ass around. Figured you saw me as too much of a damn headache. Or too uptight or whatever. It was hard watching you open up to everyone but keeping me at arm's length”. Why can’t talking be easy? Why cant’ he– “I’m sorry”, the words come out like they’re being dragged through broken glass. “I'm sorry ‘m not easy”. The ceiling goes blurry. “I could have talked with you as well. But I didn’t think you saw me like that. And then you went to America for five years and I never thought I’d see you again. But you come back and you’re hot and you’re my girl’s bestie and the sight of you two together–”. He’s not sure he’s making sense, the words keep flowing from his mouth and he doesn’t know how to stop them. But also doesn’t want to because his chest feels is lighter now. His head too, but that might be due to the whiskey in his drink.

The couch dips at his side. A hand slips under his nape and gently raises his head. He has to blink the fog away a couple times to see Hitoshi’s face. Purple browns knitted in a worried furrow.

“I should have come to you. Cleared the air with you first”, he gently brushes a few strands of hair back on his forehead. “And it wasn't like that. I kept my distance because I was scared. Scared you'd see right through me and laugh it off, or worse, hate me for it. You were always so intense, so focused on being the best. I didn't want to drag you down with my mess”. A long slender finger catches one small glistening bead from the corner of Bakugo’s eye. Hitoshi looks at it for a second before quickly capturing it with the tip of his tongue. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you”.

Bakugo can only look at his mouth, where his tongue goes back into hiding, and thinks he wants to play with his lip ring. He swallows hard. “So, I’m hot?”, Hitoshi asks after a few moments of soft comfortable silence, noticing the wavering attention.

“Hmm?”.

“You just said so”.

He’s always been handsome. Deep dark eyes, high cheekbones and his hair’s pretty decent now that he’s learned to style it. Just had to shed his emo vibes and grown into his mysterious charm. All the piercing and tattoos just add to it.

Hitoshi leans in close enough that there’s barely any space left between them. “I’m not letting you take that back”. He locks his gaze on him with undisguised hunger.

“Just shut up”. Katsuki’s done talking. He grabs him by the shirt and pulls him in. He really tries to savor the moment as they kiss, faint taste of the drinks still lingering on their tongue, but it all gets very messy very quickly when Katsuki groans into Hitoshi’s mouth. Shinso pulls on his hair and licks inside his throat while Katsuki gasps and opens wider to let in more. He wants to feel it all, soft skin and hard muscle under his hands and lips.

He shifts to wrap his arms around Hitoshi’s body and pulls him in his lap. Bakugo slides his palms to his neck and down his chest until he finds the thick leather belt of his pants. Still kissing him, he teases open the button and slides down the zipper, but when he’s about to palm his cock, Shinso grabs his wrist. They’re both painting in each other’s face like dogs.

“Okayokay. Sweet pea. Muffin. Buttercup”.

“That’s gross. Stop.”

Hitoshi smiles and puts his forehead on his shoulder. “Look, it's not like this wasn't in my wettest dreams, but there’s a lovely lady waiting for us somewhere around the house”.

Shit. He’s ashamed to admit he kinda forgot.

“It would be beyond rude to begin without her and let her wait more, don’t you agree?”.

Katsuki sighs, but Hitoshi’s quick to whisper in his ear: “We’re gonna pick right up where we left”. And gives him another kiss, full of promise in the shape of the half-hard between his thighs. 

They find you sitting cross-legged on the bed, your heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. You’re wearing the pink lace nightie Bakugo loves. You figured it might be the best choice: if they both came back it could be a teasing little thing, if it was just your boyfriend at least it would’ve cheered him up. You’re quick to get up as they enter, anxious for a fraction of a second until you see Hitoshi clinging on Bakugo’s back. “All good?”, you ask. On a couple moments they got pretty loud and from the way Hitoshi rubs his neck you get they realized. But he graces you with a shy smile, sharing a look with Kats and then nodding. “All good”. Moving closer, you hug your sparky blond. He sprinkles little kisses on your cheeks, whispering “Tell you later”. You nod back. You then look at the purple-haired fox in your room. You tilt your head. He tilts his, on the opposite side. You laugh and move to kiss his shoulder. Finally, you let out the breath that has been stuck in your lungs, something inside you finally unraveling after being wound too tight for too long. Then notice something. “You started without me”, you gasp dramatically pointing at Hitoshi’s open fly. He huffs a laugh. “Give us a little lenience, sweetheart”. “Guess we’re gonna have to apologize”, your man says spinning you around, making the hem of the babydoll flutter before sandwiching you between him and Hitoshi. “Wanna show me how she likes it, Kats?”, he asks, without averting his gaze from you. Hitoshi swipes his thumb on your mouth before pushing it between you lips, leaning down for a lewd kiss as soon as you open. With a low chuckle, Katsuki’s mouth traces open warm kisses on your neck and down you spine. He reaches your ass, kneading and spreading your cheeks, biting his way in your inner thigh, dragging soft whines out of you and right into Toshi’s mouth. It takes a minute for your mind to clear the sudden haze, but you manage to pull back. “Okay, you both. Bed. Now”. Hitoshi laughs. “Sparky’s bossiness rubbed off on you?”. All clothes are quickly shed on the floor. The mattress welcomes you three with a soft creak, still there’s plenty of room for everyone on the king sized bed. Bakugo likes to sleep comfortably and you've never been more grateful for the spoiled side of your man. Hitoshi’s palms push against Katsuki’s chest to make him lay down, violet eyes roaming on old battle’s scars that trace faint lines over his muscles, down to his throbbing dick.

“Been wanting this, honey?”, he mutters, hand sliding up his hips and rising to his chest, thumb brushing the nipple bar on his left pec, instantly pebbling the nipple under his touch. Cute. The blond swallows hard, but his voice still comes out laced with the usual sass. “Yeah, and you’re lame already. Guess those rumors are all big talk”. He can barely finish the sentence before Hitoshi’s back on his face, their mouths crashing together in a kiss that’s more like a tackle. Shinso grabs a handful of Bakugo’s hair, pulling just hard enough to tilt his head back, exposing his throat. His teeth graze his pulse point before sucking hard, leaving a red mark that blooms instantly. The blond gasps, arching into it, his cock begging to be touched. “Oh, there are so many things I want to do to you, kitten. But I’m mindful when friends share their toys with me”, Hitoshi counters, winking at you. Katsuki huffs. You giggle. Shinso quickly moves to go grab the lube you strategically placed on the nightstand. You’re dripping when you reach to join in. Laying next to you boyfriend, you drape a leg over his hip, pumping his already leaking cock.

When Hitoshi returns he shifts his attention lower, grabbing his ass cheeks with both hands. “Now, let’s take a look at your pussy”, he says spreading him wide. That makes him feel dirty, he knows it shouldn’t be hot, but there’s a dizzying flash of arousal as Shinso works a lubed finger in his tight ring of muscle. Bakugo’s body ripples with shivers, pleasure coming from every angle as you now brush your lips along the column of his throat, feeling him swallow. It’s better than he imagined. Watching you all pretty and sweet on his side, while Shinso watches in awe how his finger stretches the hole.

Shinso adds a second one, twisting to reach further in. “Fuck, I knew it’d be pretty. How can every part of you be so pretty?”.

“Sh-shut the fuck up”, Bakugo stutters, lips parted for heaving breath. He wants it so bad. For Hitoshi to ignore his retorts and push past every limit he has. It’s been a while since Katsuki did this, and if he needs to be brought over the brink, he needs Shinso’s capable hands to push him over.

“What a mouth”, Hitoshi tuts. “Someone should put better use to it”. From the way Bakugo’s gripping the sheets, you already had half a mind what to do. You feel how desperately he needs something to focus and work on, a little distraction from your combined and undivided attention. So you climb over him and turn around, graciously offer your arousal at the altar of his lips, like sacramental wine. His mouth seals around your pussy, an ever-filling chalice he drinks in plentiful gulps. Grabbing the plush of your thighs, he drags you further down on him, licking between the folds and sliding his tongue in your heat with soft satisfied grunts. It's somehow messy and focused at the same time, and it takes every breath of your lungs in high-pitched whines. But with the new position you delight in the view of Hitoshi working him open. Three koi fishes in a circle swell on his chest with each breath he takes. “Seems like he’s enjoying it”, Shinso smiles, giving Bakugo’s cock a few pumps. The response is immediate and it’s a long moan that vibrates on your pussy and makes you whimper. Hitoshi’s now nipping on his inner thigh. “Might be painful being this hard though”.

“Think we can make him beg?”, you ask, voice pitching once more as Bakugo lifts you a few inches to put his fingers inside, stroking you walls exactly how you like. Shinso’s smirk is diabolical. “Oh, absolutely”, he tells you, trapping your next moan in your throat as he grabs it and pulls you toward him. “Keep going, love. He's melting already”.

Bakugo bucks his hips, chasing the fire spreading on his skin as he hears you two talk about him as if he want's there. “Never seen him so eager”, you gasp, grinding against his zealous mouth, spreading more of your slick on both his face and your thighs.

“I think I like him like this,” Shinso says as he slips his fingers away and gives his ass a pat. You try not to stare as he grabs a condom, ripping the tear-edges with his teeth. You know about the hearsay, sometimes he teased you himself with it. Turns out, he’s real big when he’s hard, and so pretty with his curly indigo bush. “Want a taste, sweetheart? Before I stuff our boy's pretty ass with it”. There’s a muffled whimper behind you when you nod. He threads his long fingers in your hair, stroking your scalp as you patiently wait. “Only one condition: you stop when you’re close. You’re not coming yet”, he requests, and then pushes his hips forward. That’s too bad because you fear your orgasm is right behind the corner. But until it hits, your lips wrap around his girth. He smells like soap and sweat and tastes salty on your tongue; your senses overwhelm under his amethyst gaze. As predicted, you don’t last much because Bakugo’s fingers find your sweet spot and leave you trembling with a too familiar feeling. You quickly tap on Hitoshi’s leg, he lets go and you slip away from your boyfriend’s grip. Hitoshi gives you a kiss on the forehead. “Such a good girl. Well done”.

Bakugo curses under his breath. “Shit. You two— you're gonna ruin me”.

“That’s the plan, honey pie”. Before Bakugo can complain on how shitty and unnecessary these awful nicknames are, Shinso wraps a lube-slick hand around his cock so all that gets out is a shuddering moan.

“Get off, jackass", he says trying to push it away. "I’m gonna come”.

“It's ok", Shinso says, slowly twisting his fist on the tip and drawing a hiss out of him. “We need you right on edge”. He eases the grip on his cock, which falls back on Katsuki’s stomach with a gentle plop.

“Get up, baby. The real deal’s coming”. You watch as he helps Bakugo get up so that they’re both standing on the foot of the bed. It’s fascinating how Hitoshi touches him like he owns him and acts like it’s not intimidating as hell to manhandle the Dynamight.

Hitoshi knows how good he can fuck, but finally having Katsuki under his hands is giving him a sense of euphoria like never before. He just pictures a hundred ways to make him tremble and beg and come and shake only to start all over again. He has to breathe deep and slow to focus on the moment, on Bakugo’s sturdy back leaning on his chest, too dazed to properly stay up on his own.

“Honey, would you mind laying down, in front over here?”, Shinso calls to you.

Doing as you’re told, you face a slightly intimidating sight: two bulky and tall men towering over you, looking at you like wolves presented with rare and tender meat. “She really is such a good girl”, Hitoshi whispers in Bakugo’s ear, caressing along his arms.

“ ‘f course she is”, you boyfriend replies with a drunken smile. His fingers brush your knee and you instantly open your legs. “My perfect princess”.

“You got her so wet. Wanna feel her?”.

He nods, and leans in. You catch a lavender glow that eases with a wink as Hitoshi guides Bakugo's cock between your spread legs and carefully lines the tip to your pussy for him.

“Let me fucking do it already”, Bakugo’s voice is cracking, nudging insistently against your slick folds, but Hitoshi’s grip is firm. He shushes him gently, one hand sliding on the small of his back and slowly pushing him to bend down over you. When he lines himself on Bakugo’s entrance, the blond sucks in a breath. You see his eyes blow wide, pupils dark with lust he’s never felt before as he holds himself on shaky arms above you.

“Now, now. You’re gonna get everything, I promise”. And Shinso pushes into him as Bakugo falters and his cock buries inside you with ease. The room fills with echoes of moans and grunts and wet sinful sounds. Katsuki tenses and pants big breaths as Shinso works himself in with achingly slow strokes. “You’re doing amazing, angel. Just breathe”. Bakugo likes that one, and doesn’t bark back. You cup his cheeks, pressing your forehead to his in search for glazed ruby eyes that anchor to yours. “You feel so fucking good, Suki. Stay with us, yeah?”. Meeting his movements (or rather, Hitoshi’s) with your hips, you encourage him with filthy nothings. The chatter is distracting enough that Katsuki breathes when told and on the next thrust he feels Hitoshi’s cock drive all the way in. Everything is so wet and slick and smooth. His heart is pounding, his mind in such a lusty haze he feels high from it. And he is so full. He’s full and filling, between his two lovers.

“Ohjesusfuck,” Hitoshi’s words jumble in a groan when he finally sinks to the hilt. “Shit, you take it so well. You’re sucking me right in, baby”. He grabs that narrow waist and pulls him tighter, snapping his hips in for a deeper fit until all he can feel is how Katsuki tightens around him, warm and soft like velvet.

It hurts. It feels too good. It fucks Bakugo deeper into you, and you cry out, nails digging into his skin, as the exquisite sensation of him filling you is amplified by the way his body jolts forward with each of Hitoshi's deep plunges. Katsuki’s gonna scream too if Hitoshi does that again. But the next thrust just presses up hard inside until— fuck.

“There it is”, Hitoshi leans in, chest pressing on Bakugo’s back while he shakes and wails the most melodious of songs. “Wanna tell me how nice it is to finally be full of me?”. Hitoshi is taking his time inside him, grinding hard and increasing the pressure of Bakugo’s cock, reaching so deep inside you it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Drop dead”, he snarls but the words dissolve into a mewl when you suck on his neck as your partner gives another deep thrust. The shared need to see him completely wrecked is so strong in you two, working in perfect sync to make him bust.

“Can you shut it and just fu-uh-ck harder?”.

“Aww, don’t you know the magic word?”.

Bakugo doesn’t have it in him to bite back anymore. His now very thin resolve mixed with your begging for release in his ear makes him cave in. “Please, need more”. You never heard him so docile. You catch Hitoshi smiling, pushing the damp hair back from his forehead with one fluid motion that honestly shouldn’t look as effortlessly sexy as he makes it. “Whatever you need, angel”. When he first used the pet name, the blond squeezed around him, much like he does now. He’s so close and the series of whispered curses as he fucks him make his point. “Still, such a filthy mouth”, Shinso pants, one hand coming down on Bakugo’s ass in a hard slap.

“Easily fixed”, you offer between heavy breaths. You push two fingers in his mouth, smothering his moans against his lips and tongue until he’s forced to swallow them back down. Hitoshi laughs at the muffled hums, watching as Bakugo’s eagerness drools onto your chest, dotting it in glistening pearls.

“You two are sexy as fuck. I’m gonna die over here". He loves how pliant Katsuki is under his hands, has dreamt forever of fucking the attitude out of him until he’s dizzy. Never thought he’d be doing it with you, which actually makes his chest swell with a mix of pride and soft adoration. “Do you need to come, angel? Because I’m not stopping ‘til she does”, Shinso chimes in. “If it’s too much and you want to tap out, just say so”.

Bakugo shakes his head, gagging on your fingers. You free his mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare stop!”, Bakugo growls. Every one of his limbs is shaking, chest heaving against yours while he tries with all his might to hold on to his last shred of control. But he’s a man lost at sea, in a storm that quickly sinks his buoy on a perfect combination of sounds. You’re clinging onto him, your pussy clenching hard while you cry “Please, Suki! Fill me up!”. Hitoshi’s cock so deep inside him, telling him “You feel so good, angel. Just fucking perfect”. Bakugo is drowned by waves of pleasure and can’t stand up or hold on any longer. So he just lets go and shatters. He makes noises Hitoshi has never heard before. You’re graced with the blinding image of your boyfriend gasping on your friend’s cock while he comes thickly inside you.

Hitoshi doesn’t slow down as Bakugo shakes through his orgasm, hips still twitching desperately as he tries to fuck himself between Shinso’s cock and your warm pussy in the aftershocks. That’s when the overstimulation hits and he grits his teeth at the burning sensation because Shinso’s being true to his word. And you’re close, but hell he can take you all the way there. He pushes one of your tits in his mouth, sucking hard on your nipple and grazing his teeth just enough to sting. “Kats, fuck!”, you sob as his fingers slip to rub furious circles on your clit, and all the tension in your gut and legs explodes.

Your howls spur Hitoshi on. He folds Katsuki further over the edge of the bed, gripping his waist so hard it’s sure gonna bruise. With one foot perched on the bed for stability, he shifts the angle and thrusts harder through pants and grunts. Sinking his teeth into Katsuki’s shoulder, his hips snap with messy and clumsy movements until they stop altogether. His eyes shut tight as a low groan spills on Bakugo’s skin. It’s a chain reaction that leaves all three of you locked together and trembling, cum and slick spread over skin and sheets. What comes next is quite foggy. You feel Katsuki's weight gently crushing you down while placing sweet kisses on your jaw in a trance, long enough to go soft inside you. You feel being moved. There’s a rustle of sheets. Hitoshi is suddenly laying on Bakugo’s side, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. A satisfied bliss blankets over you, exhaustion slowly settling in. “We should probably shower”, you say after a while. Hitoshi nuzzles Katsuki’s neck. “You shower. I’m napping.” “The hell you are”, Bakugo argues in a croak. “We’re getting up, and changing the sheets too. Not sleeping in your sticky mess”. He grimaces at the tug of dried cum on his thighs. “Not just his”, you point out with a giggle. “Tch, whatever”, he scoffs but grants you a small smile. You crawl into his side, his heartbeat a familiar lullaby under your ear. “Jesus, I thought we were getting up”. “I’m also a little hungry. We only had Toshi’s drinks”. Bakugo sighs and hauls himself out of the middle. “Fine. I’ll cook something after we shower. Can we go now?”. “Can you chill for a second, angel? You’re ruining the afterglow”, Hitoshi pouts, seeking your touch in support. Bakugo untangles himself from limbs and sheets and grumbles to himself, heading to the bathroom