#katsuki smut

[lonelyfooryouonly]

Ok but imagine Izuku holding you in between his spread legs as he’s directing Katsuki on how to fuck you… then he cleans up the mess you and Katsuki make

-💠

Anon… we can’t talk here. Email me.

[kiribakudefender]

Just friends, right?

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Summary: Things happen when Eijiro crashes at Katsuki's place after their first gala as pro heroes.

+18, NSFW, friends to lovers, mentioned Izuku Midoriya, mentioned Ochaco Uraraka.

2.1 K words - to read on ao3 here

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“Katsuki, are you hard?” Eijiro asked with an amused tone and a shit eating grin, laying on his side, propped up on on elbow. They were both laying on the same mattress, formal suits still on, after their first hero gala as pros. Katsuki had insisted on crashing at his place since it was closer to the even and he didn’t trust Eijiro to get home safe while drunk. The idiot was too friendly and trusting for his own good.

“Shut up, Shitty Hair, sometimes it happens when I’m drunk” Katsuki was covering his eyes with his arm, lazily but strategically. He couldn’t let him see how fucking flustered he was. His pants were tight due to his throbbing cock. He would just pretend he’s feeling dizzy from drinking more than he should’ve, he just wished Eijiro would drop it after making that embarrassing observation.

Yeah, true, Katsuki got hard because he was drunk, but it wasn’t only that. Having Eijiro so close, dressed nicely for the gala, shirt open, tie hanging loose from his thick neck. Sleeves rolled up revealing his veiny forearms, an inevitable consequence of hard work and diligence. Hair disheveled from hugging almost everyone at the party, even after having spent a good chunk of the afternoon pouring gel to get his hair spiky. That sight for him was heavenly. And his friend scent, a mix of sweat, faint lingering perfume, warm and familiar. Couldn’t blame a guy for getting hard witnessing that.

“It’s alright man, don’t have to be so defensive about it” Eijiro said now looking at the ceiling, arms supporting his head. “Want some help?”

“The fuck did you just say?” Katsuki almost stuttered, his heart racing, he wants the earth to swallow him whole. When Eijiro got drunk, he had even less filter than usual.

“I said, if you need a hand?” he asked again, turning to face him and poked his cheek “hey, look at me” he grabbed Katsuki’s wrist, trying to make him stop covering his face. Katsuki let him.

“Don’t joke with that” Katsuki tried to keep his usual scowling expression, but failed to do so. They were so close, now Eijiro’s index finger hooked on one loop of Katsuki’s pants, tugging playfully.

“I’m not joking, I mean it. Or if you don’t want help you can jerk off in front of me, I don’t care. I’ll close my eyes and pretend this never happened” his finger let go of the loops.

Katsuki run his sweaty fingers through his hair and sighed. “You really mean it? Like what, a hand job?”

“Yeah, I’ll give you a hand if you give me yours. That’s what friends are for”

“I’m not sure friendship means touching each other’s dick” Katsuki breathes out.

Friendship, right. A blurry line they have been walking across since their first year at UA. Lingering looks, crashing at each others dorm and sleeping in the same bed even if they didn’t need to, wearing each other’s clothes, inviting him as his plus one at events… whatever they were now, was a relationship loaded with unspoken desire.

“Relax, you have done something like this before with Izuku, right?” Eijiro asked because he knew almost everything about Katsuki, everything and anything but his sex life. So he made a wild guess, he had seen how Katsuki stayed over at Izuku’s dorm back when Izuku confessed to Katsuki he thought he liked guys too at the end of their third year. But when Katsuki stayed? Silent, Eijiro realized he fucked up and why. “Oh, sorry man, I thought- I don’t think… that was insensitive, sorry”

He remembered comforting Katsuki after Izuku told him his heart was set on Ochaco, and that he didn’t feel much after whatever happened between them. At the time, Katsuki didn’t reveal much and Eijiro didn’t push him. Rejection sucks when you’ve pining over someone for so long, and when you’re finally given a chance, turns out they are not that into you. Why? Simply because you’re not her. So it was still too soon to talk about Izuku, he was still a sore spot for Katsuki.

“Just shut up” Katsuki mutters “just come here” he turns to his side to look at his best friend. Eijiro doesn’t doubt for a second, he scoots closer to Katsuki and reaches for the belt to unbuckle it. “Not going to kiss me first? That’s not very manly” Katsuki teased. Eijiro grins at that, he knows he fucked up when he mentioned Izuku, but apparently not beyond repair. He plants a kiss on the corner of Katsuki’s mouth.

Before Katsuki could catch up, Eijiro resumed with shaky hands the task of taking off the belt, a metallic click, the leather belt undone.

Eijiro had some experience and usually carried himself with confidence and boldness, but now his nerves sobered him up a little. This wasn’t a random guy at a bar, this was Katsuki Bakugo, his best friend, the same person he has had a crush on since they met back at high school. He didn’t want to fumble things more than he already did, didn’t want to loose the chance to show Katsuki how much he liked him. So carefully he slid down the dress pants and asked “Can I?” waiting for permission.

“Go ahead” Katsuki said, still hiding his face.

Before going forward, he wiped his hand against his shirt to dry up the sweat caused from the anticipation. Then resumed to free his friends cock from his boxer. He had seen it before, many times while showering at the locker room or at onsens, but it didn’t compare to this moment.

His cock was thick, shorter than his own, but it was so fucking pretty, soft skin, absolutely perfect, like everything about Katsuki. Eijiro ran his finger across the length which made his cock twitch. He wouldn’t just jerk him off quickly and roughly, no. He would take his time, making sure Katsuki felt really good, thanks to him.

When Katsuki’s hand reached for his cock, he said “no, let me do this for you. After you cum, you can help me out. Now relax.”

With one hand, he stroked his friend’s cock, started slow but with a firm grip running all along the base, and when he reached the tip, he smeared the precum briefly with his thumb. After testing out the rhythm, with his free hand, he started massaging the balls. Focused on the sound the other made to adjust his technique.

“Does that feel good?” he asked and Katsuki hummed.

Who would’ve thought Katsuki would whimper so prettily for a hand job? Eijiro sure didn’t, he always expected him to be more into grunting. He felt his chest warm at the sight, seeing his confident friend still hiding his face. But even if he was feeling shy, that didn’t stop him from buckling his hips ever so slightly, asking for more speed, a faster rhythm.

“Can you kiss me while doing it?” his voice was a bit shaky.

“I can, but you have to stop hiding your pretty face” he whispered adjusting himself to be closer, slowing down his motions a little. And so, reluctantly, Katsuki let his arm down. Fuck, his eyes were glossy, lips parted, a look Eijiro had imagined many times, but never pictured it quite like that. He leaned on and kissed him.

Katsuki pulled from Eijiro’s tie, to pull him closer, teeth clashing against each other, a clumsy kiss. That’s what happens after holding back your feelings for your best friend for so long. Eijiro run his tongue against the other’s bottom lip, and almost instantly Katsuki’s legs and feet tensed, pulling harder from the tie, he cummed without warning.

“Sorry” he said and tried to cover his cock to stop the cum from flying everywhere, but Eijiro kissed him back into the mattress. “Don’t worry, we’ll clean up later” he whispered while giving his cock a few more strokes before letting go.

Katsuki was catching his breath, while Eijiro reached for the tissue box on the nightstand, he handed him a few tissues and used a couple to clean off the cum from his neck, shirt and hair.

“Shut up” Katsuki said.

“I didn’t say anything” he raised his hands in mock offense?

“I know what you’re thinking, I just get allergies in the morning” he huffed while cleaning his stomach with a few tissues. “Sorry about your hair.”

“It happens, don’t worry about it” he leaned down to kiss him again.

This time he didn’t stop Katsuki when he reached for his cock, he laid down and helped him by taking off his pants. A shiver went down his spine when he felt his calloused and sweaty hand reaching under his boxer. He took off his boxer, eager to free his cock finally.

“The hell? Why is it that big?” he whispered, adjusting his hand to grip comfortably Eijiro’s thicker and larger cock. His fingers barely reached around. Eijiro couldn’t stop himself from smiling like an idiot from that comment. “Don’t laugh idiot, or you’ll have to jerk off yourself in the bathroom” the tip of his and his cheeks got red.

“I’m not laughing, I’m just glad you like it” he said looking up at him, holding back his smile.

“Shut up” he muttered and kissed him, now stroking his cock with both hands with a steady rhythm that made Eijiro whimper.

Katsuki wasn’t rough but he liked teasing him, stretching the hand job as much as he could, slowing down the rhythm when his breathing got faster, letting go of his grip when Eijiro buckled his hips.

“Don’t pout, are you going to let me do my thing? Or you just want to fuck yourself into my hand?” when he shook his head, the other gripped back his cock. “Good, let me make you feel good, after what you did, least I can do” he whispered, laid his head on Eijiro’s warm chest. Katsuki didn’t feel shame about having no experience, it wasn’t about that but wanting to do things his way, no help involved. He wasn’t feeling that shy anymore, not after cumming all over his best friend a few minutes ago.

With his free hand, he unbuttoned Eijiro’s shirt, took of the tie and grope his chest. “You’re working hard, huh? It shows” he planted kisses all over his chest, nibbling his skin. A smirked tugged his lips when he saw that desperate expression, feeling proud he was the cause of that.

“F-faster?” Eijiro pleaded, his fingers reaching out for Katsuki’s cock.

“Don’t rush me” he slowed down the rhythm a little “and keep your hands to yourself” then the speed picked up again. Maybe despite his inexperience, reading smut on the internet had really paid off.

“Fuck, Kats, I’m close, where?” he asked breathless, where to cum, his hand reached for Katsuki’s neck to pull him close for a kiss. But before he could either kiss or answer, Eijiro tensed and ropes of dense cum painted the sheets, their stomachs and Katsuki’s hand and arm.

Katsuki wiped the cum on his hand over Eijiro’s chest while smiling. “Hey! Don’t wipe on me” he protested but noticed it. A genuine, playful smile, the kind Katsuki had when he figured something out.

“Tch. Come on, let’s just take a shower or whatever” he got off bed to turn on the shower.

“Together?” Eijiro asked, propping himself up with his arms.

“Do you even have to ask?” he saw the confused look on his friends face and said “Yeah, together, dumbass.”

Katsuki turned on the shower, adjusting the water to be scorching hot, just how he liked it. Meanwhile, Eijiro gathered both of their clothes and let them in the laundry basket in the bathroom.

“You’re coming in or what?” Katsuki asked lathering the soap and cleaning his arms.

Eijiro came in the shower with him, it was small so their bodies touched, the steam made it hard to see much. He was handed over the soap, Katsuki’s gaze on his lips and then quickly back up his eyes. Without asking, he wrapped his arms around him and kissed him again.

“So, are we just friends or?” Eijiro asked, gripping his waist now.

“Can we talk about this after the shower?”

“Please” Eijiro whispered. “answer me, Kats, I’ve been feeling things for you for so long, I just can’t-”

“More than friends” Katsuki cut him off before kissing him again. Before they knew, the water was running cold, but who cares? They could warm each other in bed later.

[yulebloom]

“BUT I AM ACQUAINTED, ADDICTED…”

✧˖ K. Bakugo x reader

✧˖ mdni, 18+

You’re on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed, back arched, ass up. Katsuki is behind you, still half-dressed—black jeans shoved down just enough, the worn material of his biker jacket discarded on the floor somewhere near the door. The faint smell of exhaust and leather clings to his skin.

He’s been fucking you like this for a while now—deep, steady strokes that make the bed frame creak—and the condom has been fighting him the entire time.

Every few thrusts it slips. The latex peels back, catches on your soaked folds, and he has to stop, curse under his breath, and shove it back into place. Your cunt is dripping, slick running down the insides of your thighs, coating his balls every time he bottoms out. The wet sounds are filthy.

“Fuck,” he growls, voice rough. He pulls almost all the way out, adjusts the condom again with a frustrated yank, and slams back in. It still doesn’t stay. “You’re too goddamn wet. Shit keeps sliding—”

You don’t let him finish. “Fuck this,” you pant, already reaching back between your bodies. “I’m done with it.”

Your fingers find the rolled rim of the condom where it’s already halfway down his shaft. It’s sticky with your slick and doesn’t want to come off cleanly, so you give it a harder tug. The latex peels the rest of the way with a soft, wet sound. You toss it somewhere toward the edge of the mattress without looking.

Katsuki freezes. His bare cock is resting against your entrance now—hot, heavy, and slick with your mess. You can feel every ridge of him, the thick head twitching against your hole.

“You sure?” he asks, voice low and strained. There’s that rare careful edge in it, the one he only ever uses with you.

You push your hips back, rubbing the head of his cock up and down through your folds, coating him. “Mhm,” Your voice is breathy, needy. “Put it in. Please.”

That’s all he needs.

He lines up and sinks into you in one long, smooth thrust. No latex. Just skin on skin. The difference is immediate—hotter, wetter, every vein and ridge dragging against your walls with nothing dulling the sensation. A broken sound punches out of his chest as he bottoms out, hips flush against your ass.

“Fuck—feels so much better,” he grits out.

“Yeah?” you moan, already rocking back against him. “Feels so good like this… so deep. Don’t stop.”

He starts moving. He pulls almost all the way out until just the head is stretching you, then drives back in hard enough that the slap of skin echoes through the room. Your arms shake.

He does it again. And again. Setting a deep, punishing rhythm that forces you forward with every thrust. One hand stays locked on your hip, the other slides up your spine to fist in your hair, pulling just enough to make your back arch deeper.

Every stroke is filthy. You can hear how wet you are—the slick, wet squelch of his cock punching into you over and over. Your cunt clenches around him greedily, trying to keep him inside every time he retreats. Slick drips down your thighs, down his balls, soaking the sheets beneath you.

“Ngh-fuck,” you gasp, pushing back to meet him.

“So fucking tight,” he pants, voice wrecked. “So wet—gonna ruin this pussy—”

“Then ruin it,” you moan, voice breaking on the next thrust. “It’s yours. Keep going—just like that—”

He doesn’t slow down. If anything he gets rougher, snapping his hips harder, angling so the head of his cock drags over that spot inside you that makes your thighs tremble. You’re moaning into the mattress, fingers twisting in the sheets, pushing back to meet every thrust. The wet sounds get louder. His breathing turns harsh and ragged behind you.

“Right there—don’t stop,” you whimper. “Feels so good, I can feel everything. You’re so deep—”

The pressure builds fast. Every rough thrust drags over that sensitive spot, and your walls start fluttering around him. Your arms threaten to give out. You can feel it coiling tight in your belly, sharper and hotter with nothing between you.

“Kats—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m close—” you choke out, voice high and desperate. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop—”

He growls against the back of your neck and drives into you even harder, one hand sliding around your hip to press two fingers against your clit. The dual stimulation is too much.

Your orgasm crashes over you hard—your cunt clamping down around his bare cock in tight, rhythmic pulses, slick gushing around him as you cry out his name. Your whole body shakes, thighs trembling, arms finally collapsing so your chest hits the mattress while he keeps fucking you through it.

“That’s it,” he pants, still slamming into you. “Cum on my cock—fuck, feel you squeezing me—”

You’re still pulsing around him, oversensitive and moaning brokenly into the sheets, when his rhythm starts to stutter—thrusts getting shorter, sharper, more desperate. He leans over your back, chest pressed to your spine, mouth against your ear.

“Where d’you want it?”

You don’t hesitate, still trembling from your own orgasm. “Inside—want to feel it.”

A low, hungry groan rips out of him. He surges forward, burying himself to the hilt, and comes.

You feel it immediately—the first thick pulse of cum flooding deep inside you, hot and heavy. His cock twitches hard, shooting another spurt, then another, filling you in long, rhythmic pulses while your still-sensitive walls flutter around him, milking every drop.

He keeps rocking his hips through it, grinding deep, working it as far in as it’ll go. You can feel the heat of it spreading, the way it mixes with your own slick.

“Oh my god” you whine, pushing back against him even as he empties into you.

It starts to leak almost right away—thick, sticky cum forced out around the base of his cock with every small grind of his hips, dripping down your folds and onto the sheets in messy strings.

Katsuki doesn’t pull out. He stays buried, breathing hard against the back of your neck, still twitching inside you as the last few weaker spurts empty into you. When he finally does ease back, it’s slow. His cock slips free with a wet sound, and a thick trickle of cum follows immediately, sliding down the cleft of your ass and pooling on the sheets between your knees.

He stares at the mess for a second—your hole fluttering, gaping slightly, cum and your own release leaking out of you in slow, heavy drips—then swipes two fingers through it and pushes some of it back inside like he can’t stand the thought of it going to waste.

“Next time,” he mutters, “we’re skipping the fucking condom from the start.”

dividers - @/starrliqhtt

art creds - kkeyung I think (if not please let me know!)

an - since you guys enjoyed the last one so much ᥫ᭡.

[gamblersdoll]

ughh thinking about katsuki 😵‍💫 he has reader on her belly with a pillow underneath her hips as he prone bones. his palm is pressing firm against the back of her head and he needs to come. its been too long and he acts bratty until your cunt is wrapped around him and hes a little delirious 😵‍💫

[deepsummitfate]

like i’m so big into dirty talk it’s just like mmnffgg katsuki and izuku as dirty talkers YES!! buyuuttt..

izu being the type of teasing dirty talker where you’ll be fucking yourself back on his cock, your tummy so so tight with the need to cum and he leans down and whispers. “no hun, you can’t cum.. you need to show me what a good good girl you are for me. let me fuck you a little bit longer like how you’ve been begging for it, so desperate..”

oh and then we have katsuki but i think we alll know… his pace is rough and hard, you’re sobbing out on the sheets below while he’s grunting out. “you like that? fuckin’ slut just creaming allllll over my dick, yea? fuckin’— like it when i’m pounding deep into this messy pussy? yeeaah you do, fuck.”

i need both of them in me… NOW. also good morning 🤞🥹

[crybaby-cinna]

a/n: i’m sad like eternally i want a break (word daddy used twice)

katsuki knows you’ve had a long week from the way you cling onto him, curling into his side while trying to roll him over on top of you. “quit it.” he grumbles. “i’m gonna crush you.”

“can you just..” you yank him. “please kats need to feel you on top of me.” a whine slips free.

“alright alright.” he pulls back and lifts up. “open these.” a light pat to the side of your thigh.

you part your legs and he settles between them, slowly lowering himself down until his arms are pressed into the mattress beside your head. you wrap your legs around his waist, arms going behind his neck and tugging him even closer. you bury yourself in his neck, inhaling deeply at his comforting scent and letting your fingers trail up into his hair at the nape of his neck.

“better?” you feel him start to settle on top of you.

“do you think you could just..” you wiggle your hips.

he sighs, breath fanning against your hair. “use your words.” his voice barely above a whisper.

“go inside.” you press a small kiss to his warm skin. “please.”

“you even wet?” he pulls back and looks down at you.

you blink up at him and nod, lip trembling as he starts to lower his sweats. “i want it all off.” your hands go to the bottom of his shirt. “wanna feel you.”

“okay.” his voice softens. “don’t go crying.” he cups your cheek, thumb brushing against the warm skin.

he tugs off his shirt, throwing it on the floor before he does the same with his sweats. he slowly peels your top off, eyes catching on the way your nipples pebble in the cool air. his hand slides down between your breasts, fingers curling around your sleep shorts before he pulls them off.

you part your thighs for him, grabbing onto his hand impatiently. he smiles down at you, wrapping his fingers around his half hard cock, stroking himself as he watches you squirm. he leans forward, tracing his tip through your folds, jaw clenching at how wet you already are. he brings his other hand down, thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he starts to push at your entrance.

“i’m here, just breath for me baby.” he slides in, watching the way your eyes glaze over and your lashes flutter. “there you go.” he bottoms out and leans back down over you, slowly pressing his weight down.

“katsuki.” you breathe out.

“look at me.” he murmurs, face hovering above yours. “i’m here.” he nods, dipping down to rub his nose against yours. he leans back and watches your lip tremble, the little scrunch in your nose as tears build on your water line. “you’re okay.” he shifts so he can hold your cheeks.

“i..” you hiccup and a soft sob escapes.

katsuki knew it was coming, only a matter of time and he’s waiting for that one word to escape your lips with a trembling voice. he never faulted you for it, knows it rarely comes out but some nights everything just becomes too much.

“daddy.” your chest tightens as you blink up at him, tears streaming down the sides of your face.

“daddy’s here.” he presses closer to you. “let it out baby.” his hips slowly start to rock.

“please.” you sniffle.

he leans down and presses his lips to yours, thumbs brushing away the tears on your warm skin. he’s not even moving his hips for himself but to give you a sensation to help ground you, to help you feel full, feel loved. he kisses the corner of your mouth, up your cheeks, kisses away some of you still flowing tears before he kisses across the crown of your head.

you hold onto his shoulders, nails digging in and leaving little crescents in his skin as he floods you with love. you don’t even notice the knot in your tummy but you feel when it comes undone, clinging to him and gasping his name, pulling him closer and thanking him over and over as he starts to fill you.

“just.. just stay inside.” your voice cracks.

“wasn’t planning on going anywhere.” he shakes his head, dipping down and pressing his lips to yours again. “though i’d prefer it if we flipped and you laid on my chest.” he whispers against your mouth.

“okay.” you crack your eyes open.

he gently rolls the both of you, nestling you onto his chest and pulling the blanket over you. you press a hand to the center of his chest, feeling the steady heartbeat beneath you as you hide in his neck. he wraps his arms around you, slowly running his fingertips up and down your spine as you settle.

“i love you.” he whispers.

“i love you.” you press a small kiss to his neck.

[lonelyfooryouonly]

friendship upgrade | kacchako x reader

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?”

[deepsummitfate]

an: picture katsuki masterbatughtitignnd

you had left for a work trip a few days ago, ahead of time you made sure to steal katsuki's phone to take some worthy photos for him to use for his own pleasure.

one night he finds himself with his hand running up and down his cock aggressively, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. a photo with you in black and orange lacy lingerie paints a permanent image in his retina — his whole body on autopilot.

thick glossy pre oozes from his mushroom tip, only helping lubricant his thrusts. he runs a calloused thumb over his sensitive tip with a groan — spreading the pre across to coat his tip — imagining it was you doing it instead.

he tilts his head back, his face flushed while his hips now move uncontrollably into his fist; imagining how good you'd feel, the way your tits would bounce, the way your ass would jiggle from his thrusts.

a bead of sweat runs down his forehead, he tosses his phone to focus on the feeling, to focus on the thought of you. what you'd do to him if you saw how pathetic he looked in the moment, what would you say? would you take him into your mouth how you did that one time?

the thoughts of every time you two would sex cloud his mind. he remembers how you'd arch into him, how you'd ride him like there's no tomorrow, how you'd taste on his tongue after a long patrol. his crimson eyes squeeze shut while he let's out strip of whiney moans. calling out your name even though you aren't even there, because you're all the way across the world.

a moment later with one final thrust up into his fist; ropes and ropes of his gooey, thick cum paint his abs and pelvis. his whole body twitches at the feeling; his eyes roll all the way to the back of his head at the chance to finally get the relief out.

once he cools down, he takes his phone back in his hand to snap a photo to you of the mess he made of himself.

katsuki my luv: [image attached]

katsuki my luv: "look at what you fucking did to me, little slut. can't wait for you to get home. love you."

an: lemme lick up dat cum for ya mmmmm.. banners by @/uzmacchiato