summary: after another terrible date, you complain to your friends about your nonexistent love life. you were expecting sympathy, not them proposing a third spot in their relationship and definitely not them proving exactly how well it works.
warnings: katsuki x ochako, fem!reader, friends to lovers, polyamory, light teasing, overthinking, cursing, body worship, heavy make-out sessions, thigh riding, fingering, double penetration (fingers), clit stimulation, orgasm, degrading/praise kink if you squint, MDNI;
wc: 3,0k
a/n: finally finished this one! thank you to my 💠 anon for giving me the main plot ideas for this fic, hope I did justice!!! this fic only has one part. pictures source: pinterest.
@kamislop 🫶🏻
“I think I’m cursed or something,” you pout, leaning back against your friend's couch.
Ochako offers you a soft, empathetic look, her head tilting slightly.
“I only find people who are emotionally unavailable and don’t know how to fuck properly,” you add, throwing your hands up dramatically.
Your complaint earns a sharp snort from the kitchen doorway. Katsuki steps into the living room and sets a plate of warm brownies right in front of you on the coffee table.
“I’m glad my love life is funny to you,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully. Still, your smile returns the second the scent of chocolate hits your nose.
“I asked Kats to bake you some when you told me you were dropping by,” Ochako explains, gesturing towards the plate with a small smile.
Your hand hovers over the treats. “Oh… I guess you already knew this date went bad, too.”
“No, I didn’t—”
“She totally did,” Katsuki interrupts, sliding down onto the couch beside Ochako. He drapes a heavy arm over his girlfriend’s shoulders, and she naturally leans closer to his warmth, shifting her weight to get comfortable against his side.
You pause for a moment, looking at them.
You silently study your friends, a familiar pain settling in your chest. They look so good together — so loving, so completely in tune with one another. It makes you a little sad, honestly, because nowadays it feels impossible to find something genuine.
They got lucky when they found each other in highschool and they just let their connection grow naturally over the years. It's the kind of rarity that is unreachable now.
“You guys are the proof that something healthy and lasting actually exists,” you admit, your voice softening as you look at them.
“I envy what you two have, but in the most loving and positive way possible. Like, you are literally two of the most amazing people anyone could ever date. I don't even know how you two made it work for so long.”
Wanting to shake off the heavy mood, you turn your attention towards the brownies. You lean forward to take the plate and start eating, completely missing the look that passes between the couple.
It’s a knowing glance. A 'we better do it now' type of look.
Because your eyes are fixed on your food, you completely miss the way the air in the room suddenly shifts. The comfortable air disappears, and both of them grow visibly stiffer.
“You know…” Ochako starts, her voice a little quieter now, drawing your attention back up. “We have been thinking about something, and I don’t want to freak you out. We are asking you this because we trust you, and we go way back.”
You slow down your chewing as your brows furrow. You can't quite read the sudden turn the conversation has taken. Both of them have gone completely serious, wearing expressions you’ve never really seen on them before.
“What is going on?” you ask, swallowing the last bite of brownie and carefully setting the plate back on the table.
“You wondered how we are still together… even after all this time,” Ochako explains, shifting her weight and avoiding a straight answer. “We let ourselves try new stuff for example.”
Your brow lines deepen. “New stuff? Like what?”
Ochako pauses, looking back at Katsuki. He’s tense, his jaw set tighter than he intended. His gaze holds hers, conveying something private that only she understands, and after a moment, she nods quietly.
“Guys… seriously, what is happening?” You tense up in your seat, an anxious knot forming in your stomach.
Ochako takes a breath. “We have been thinking about… looking for a third person.”
There is a heavy silence that follows.
“Oh.” You blink, the word falling flat out of your mouth, clearly taken aback by her words.
“Yeah…” Ochako nods, carefully analyzing your reaction. “And we want you to… uhm…”
She makes a pause as she shifts again in her seat.
“We—“
“You want me to look for someone on your behalf? That’s why you said you trust me, right?” you offer quickly, the pieces suddenly clicking in your head.
Ochako’s expression softens into pity, while Katsuki lets out a deep, exhausted sigh.
“Don’t worry, guys,” you assure them with a smile. “You can count on me to find someone good for—”
“You are the someone that we want, dumbass,” Katsuki snaps, his patience running out. His annoyed tone earns him an instant slap to the arm from Ochako.
“Don’t say it like that!” she scolds, and he rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath.
The two of them launch into banter about how he completely ruined the approach, but you can’t be bothered by it. You sit completely still, the sound of their bickering fading into the background as you get lost in your own head.
Your mind races, trying to process what they are actually asking. They want you to become a part of their world. The intimate and private world of their relationship. You can't understand why or what made them choose you. Sure, you’ve known them a long time, but there are plenty of options out there. Even better options—
“Hey. Stop overthinking it. You have that stupid look on your face.”
Suddenly, Katsuki is right there. He flicks your forehead, the sharp sting snapping you right out of your trance.
“Ouch! Did you really have to—” You rub the sore spot, turning to glare at him, but the words die right in your throat.
He has shifted down the couch, moving to sit right next to you. He extends his arm casually, placing it along the back of the sofa — so close it’s practically brushing your shoulders. Katsuki always takes up space when he sits, spreading his legs wide, but right now, his proximity is doing things to your heart rate that you don't want to admit.
Your eyes involuntarily drop from his face, tracing down the line of his chest until your gaze lands squarely on his lap. Through the fabric of his sweatpants, the distinct print of his dick is impossible to miss. A sudden flash of warmth hits your face, making you lick your lips without meaning to.
“Are you okay?” Ochako’s voice calls out from the other side of the table, pulling your eyes away.
She has a worried expression, her mouth moving as she explains something else to you, but you can’t focus on a single syllable.
All you can look at is the way her plump lips move. Your gaze then slips lower, tracing down the exposed skin of her neck to where her V-neck shirt dips low. The cut offers a perfect view of her chest — full, soft, and shifting slightly with every movement of her hands.
“…just let us know what you think about it,” she finishes on a gentle voice.
You blink at her, totally confused, the sudden realization hitting you: you haven’t heard a single word of her explanation.
“Uhm… sorry,” you apologize, a hot blush creeping up your neck as you look down at your own lap in shame.
“Oh, are you okay?”
She slides closer, leaning towards you. Before you can look up, she places her hand over your thigh.
The warmth of her palm seeps through your clothes, and your breath hitches.
The touch is higher up than a normal friend would ever place it. It isn't a reassuring pat, and it definitely isn't making you feel at ease. Her fingers rest a mere inch away from slipping right under the hem of your shorts and you are close to losing yourself.
Yep, not reassuring at all. And maybe, that is not her intention.
“I just— sorry, I haven’t paid attention to what you just said,” you say, closing your eyes and letting out a heavy sigh.
“Oh, it’s alright, silly,” Ochako says with a sweet smile, but there's something carrying through her voice that sounds almost ironic. Something mocking.
Did you just imagine that?
“Actually… I was wondering how you could even hear me if you’re only staring at my tits,” she chuckles. When you look up, her eyes have a mean, playful glint in them.
“No— I didn’t—“
“Oh, I saw it too,” Katsuki’s voice chimes in right beside your ear, and you don’t even need to turn around to know he’s smirking. “And I also saw how you were staring at my lap,” he adds, making Ochako let out a faked, surprised gasp.
“Is it true?” she asks, looking entirely too curious as she suddenly shifts closer on the cushion. Her hand starts to slowly creep under the hem of your shorts.
What the hell is happening right now?
“I’m sorry, I am really… My head is just a mess right now,” you try to explain yourself, leaning back to put some distance between you and Ochako. You really don't like how fast your heart is beating, or how your pussy literally throbbed the second her fingers brushed your skin.
But as luck would have it, your back hits right against Katsuki’s chest, trapping you completely between the two of them with nowhere to escape.
His hands move up to grip your waist, holding you firmly in place while his lips slowly drag against your earlobe, making your breath instantly catch in your throat.
“We can help you clear your head right now… also, we can see how well we work when it comes to intimacy,” she offers gently.
“It’s tiring to just sit here and deal with those feelings, right?” Ochako suggests, her hands moving to your hips, massaging the tight muscle to offer a bit of comfort.
“Wha— what?” you ask, completely caught off guard as your heart rate picks up even more. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea…”
Your mind instantly races to one thing: friends didn’t fuck each other.
This could easily ruin everything between the three of you, and you care about them way too deeply to risk that. You’d suffer so much if things went south. You need them in your life. Yeah, it is beyond tempting to have them this close to you, but should you really throw away years of solid friendship just for a selfish thought?
“It’s a very good idea, actually,” Ochako interrupts your spiraling train of thought.
“Me and Kats know you very well… on all levels. We know what you like.” She leans in a bit closer, her hand raising up until her fingers dip slowly under your shorts again, making you jolt slightly on the spot.
Your face must be completely red by now.
Your chest heaves as you look back and forth between them, still trying to think straight… yeah… let’s actually weigh the options here. The good part? You are one hundred percent sure you’d receive the absolute best sex of your entire life. The bad part? Your friendship could get totally ruined.
It is so hard to make a rational decision when you’ve always found both of them ridiculously hot, and them together as a couple is even hotter. You’ve heard their drunk stories about the crazy sex they have and how creative they get in bed. Should you really throw away a friendship just to see what being loved like that actually feels like?
“You’re worrying way too much about it,” Ochako says softly, your flushed face giving her every single answer she needs.
“You really think we didn’t consider the bad outcomes before bringing this up?” Katsuki asks, sounding amused. “Nothing is going to change between us. If anythin’? It’s just gonna get better.”
Yeah.
How silly of you to panic.
Of course they thought this through. It’s a huge decision for them too. They wouldn’t have just proposed the idea if they hadn’t already weighed the risks.
You pause for a moment, letting the silence stretch.
Then—
“…okay. Let’s do that…” you finally reply.
Ochako’s smile instantly grows bigger, and Katsuki’s grip on your waist tightens, pulling you back tighter against him.
“I knew you’d see it my way…” she winks at you playfully. “If you want to stop at any time, you just let us know.”
“I will,” you nod, almost impatient now.
“That’s a good girl,” Ochako whispers against your lips before dragging you into a kiss by your hips.
Despite how friendly and kind she always acts in daily life, her way of kissing completely takes your breath away. She doesn't start slow or gentle at all, she immediately bites down on your lower lip and shoves her tongue straight into your mouth, making you moan right against her lips.
You get way too lost in her kiss to notice Bakugou’s calloused hand creeping up your cheek until he gently forces your head to turn towards him, pulling you into a deep kiss of his own. You breathe hard through your nose, whimpering and moaning against his mouth while Ochako drags her mouth down to your neck, immediately starting to suck and leave marks on your skin.
Her sharp little bites make you jump and instinctively rub your hips back against Katsuki’s crotch, earning a low grunt from him. He pushes his hips back against your ass in response, making you gasp and pull away from his lips.
“F-fuck,” Katsuki gasps out, still grinding his dick right against your ass through his pants while you rest your head back on his shoulder to give Ochako better access to your neck.
“Can we keep going?” Ochako asks carefully as she tilts her head up, her lips red, swollen, and plump from kissing you so hard.
“Please,” you nod weakly, completely at their mercy.
“Good,” she smiles, looking deeply satisfied, though her eyes carry an unreadable, dark edge.
“Let’s get these off,” she says in a cool, commanding tone you never thought she possessed, her hands moving directly to your shirt.
She grabs the hem and effortlessly pulls it right over your head, while Katsuki’s hands move down to the waist of your shorts, quickly unbuttoning them. You eagerly slide your legs out of them, and he lets out a low chuckle against your neck.
“Excited, huh?” he teases, his voice gruff and deep as his lips brush your ear again.
“Shut up,” you whine, making Ochako chuckle softly.
She starts kneading your bare breasts in her palms, pushing her own chest flush against yours and making you let out a deep sigh.
She catches your mouth again, pulling you into another messy kiss, spit dribbling down your chin as she bites and sucks on your tongue. Your hands immediately fly up to her hair, gripping the soft strands and pulling her closer as you let her scent completely invade you.
She parts her legs and sits herself right on your thigh, starting to grind her clothed pussy against your leg while she keeps kissing you senseless.
Katsuki moves behind you, one of his large hands slipping down into your underwear to start rubbing your clit, making you jump a little. The sudden movement causes Ochako to let out a loud moan as the new angle hits her sensitive spot just right against your thigh.
His fingers drag lower until he finally parts your wet folds, grazing his fingertips over your sensitive skin and making you squirm all over again.
You pull one of your hands away from Ochako’s hair and reach around towards Katsuki, grabbing a handful of his blonde spikes to make him look up at you.
You pull away from Ochako's mouth for a second to catch your breath.
“C-can you two kiss?” you stammer out, your cheeks turning bright red the moment the request leaves your mouth.
Katsuki smirks up at you.
“Would that turn you on?” he teases, whispering it right against your skin.
“Yes,” you admit, lazily resting your head back on Katsuki’s shoulder.
Ochako smirks knowingly but doesn’t say a word. Her hand reaches up to grab the front of Katsuki’s shirt, pulling him straight into her.
You watch, completely fascinated, as their lips collide right in front of you. You watch their tongues slide in and out of each other's mouths, taking in every single bite, every wet lick, and every low moan that escapes their throats while they make out right over you.
Your breath catches when you suddenly feel Ochako’s hand slide down your stomach and into your underwear. Her finger grazes Katsuki’s, guiding his hand to line up at your entrance —which is already leaking and completely slippery for them.
You feel two entirely different sets of fingers nudging against your tight opening: one rough, thick, and the other smaller and softer.
You let out a deep moan as you feel them push inside you at the exact same time.
The wet sounds of their kisses, their low moans, and the rhythm of them moving inside you leaves you totally breathless and shaking on the couch.
Then, as if it isn’t already overwhelming enough, you feel Katsuki start kissing down your neck again, sucking and licking at your sensitive skin, while Ochako wraps her warm lips around one of your hardened nipples, sucking aggressively.
Her mouth completely swallows your breast while Katsuki uses his free hand to squeeze and knead the other one, all while they keep pumping their fingers in and out of your wet cunt, loud squelching sounds filling the quiet room.
You feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm as they hit your sweet spot over and over. Katsuki’s thick fingers are reaching deep inside you while Ochako’s keep pressure on your clit.
The intense rhythm finally drives you over the edge, sending waves of pleasure straight up your spine, as your vision becomes a bit blurry.
Your back arches off Katsuki’s chest as a strangled cry tears from your throat. Your walls clamp down hard around their fingers, pulsing uncontrollably.
“That’s it,” Katsuki mutters against your neck, his fingers working through the contractions to pull everything you have to offer.
Once you start coming down from your high, Ochako slowly pulls her fingers free, followed closely by Katsuki. She gently places a stray hair behind your ear as she leans closer. Her warm breath fans across your lips while you try to catch your breath.
“Now,” Ochako whispers, a lazy smirk spreading across her face, “Ready to see how good Katsuki fucks me?”
