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They still have a few hours to go at the theme park, and Ochako contemplates pushing her luck.
“So… I thought you didn’t do feelings?”
Katsuki tenses and groans, but the attendant just buckled them in to the roller coaster seat and he can’t escape.
“Can’t we just finish this stupid date without any more mushy shit?”
She gestures wildly, leaning around the large plastic restraints to make eye contact. “But you said you love us! That’s a feeling! That’s the feeling.”
Katsuki blushes. “Yeah, well, you already knew I love Deku. Besides, just because I have feelings doesn’t mean I do them. I ain’t doing any lovey dovey shit.”
She instinctively tries to cross her arms sternly, but is blocked by the restraints. “If you don’t hold Izuku’s hand in public at least once a week, he might cry.”
“Hey!” Izuku is directly behind her, and evidently listening in, but neither of them pay him any mind.
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “I sweat explosions. Deku’s hands are already fucked up enough without bringing that into the equation.”
Ochako waves her hand dismissively. “Hatsumei can make you some gloves.”
Izuku’s voice pipes up from behind her again, saturated with glee. “Oh my god, Kacchan is going to get hand holding gloves.”
He twists around in his seat to face Izuku. “I am fucking not!”
The ride jolts to a start, and Katsuki reluctantly turns back in his seat, staring down the first dip they had eased to a stop in front of with an angry twist to his mouth that, for all his trying, just doesn’t reach his eyes.
She, in turn, stares him down, a fond smile creeping up onto her lips.
Her stomach swoops as they fall off the precipice.
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Izuku groans, stretching his arms up over his head. “Woohf, I’m beat.”
Ochako is about to agree, but Katsuki beats her to the punch with a lewd gesture and a “beat enough that you can’t beat me off?”
He crowds Izuku up against the entryway of the dorms, a predatory grin on his face. She snorts, watching as a blush overtakes Izuku’s face and the tips of his ears at the same time as his mouth upticks in fond amusement. “Kacchan…”
“C’mon, you never even kissed me at the park, and you’ve been jerkin me around for a month now, might as well jerk something else around, too.”
Ochako can’t help the loud huff of air that leaves her, nor the laugh that follows on the inhale.
Katsuki turns sharp red eyes on her, pointing accusingly. “Don’t think you’re off the hook either, cheeks.”
She raises her hands in supplication, but her voice comes out dripping in sarcasm. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Izuku’s hand trails up Katsuki’s bicep, effectively distracting him from whatever he might have been intending to snark back at her. “Don’t you wanna take it slow, Kacchan?”
Katsuki scoffs. “Slow like 16 years of on and off friendship, or slow like a month of being asked on dates by two idiots who never thought to tell me that they were dates, maybe--” he steps in closer, so close that Izuku must be able to feel his breath on his face, and lowers his voice into a quiet drawl--”slow, like you sucking my cock for thirty minutes, instead of twenty.”
Izuku bites his lip, and Katsuki’s eyes drop to the movement.
Ochako clears her throat, regretfully interrupting. “Maybe not in the hallway?”
Izuku seems to snap out of it a bit at least, head swiveling around to look for anyone who might have been listening in. “Alright, come on.”
He brushes past Katsuki, heading down the hallway towards the stairs, and a tendril of black whip wraps itself around Katsuki’s wrist to drag him behind. “I was already coming.” Katsuki grouses, shaking the wrist black whip is wrapped around petulantly.
Izuku’s voice is imbued with a devious kind of cheer when he responds. “I know.”
Katsuki speeds up his stride ever so slightly.
She figures Izuku is leading them to his room, so she’s surprised when she finds herself in front of Katsuki’s door, watching Izuku raise an expectant eyebrow, and Katsuki use his free hand to grab his room’s keycard and let them in.
It makes sense, though, of the three of them, Katsuki has the largest bed.
She flushes with the sudden realization that they’re doing this.
Before she can have any sort of crisis about it, Izuku is pushing into the room, herding Katsuki forward until he’s pressed against the desk and then kissing him. She watches with rapt attention as Izuku pushes a thigh in between Katsuki’s, pressing up against his erection and making him gasp.
Quickly, she closes the door behind her. “Turn him around.” She makes grabby hands at Izuku, who obliges, grabbing Katsuki by the shoulders and turning him around to press him into her front.
Katsuki, whose mouth has been forfeited during the repositioning, takes the opportunity to bitch. “The fuck? I’m not a chew toy, don’t just pass me aro--”
Ochako begins to suck a hickey into the side of his neck, and he’s cut off by his own breathy little sound of surprise and pleasure.
She feels the muscles of his back shift against her front as he squirms and chases sensation.
Her mouth pops off of his neck with a satisfying little noise, leaving a livid and alluring bruise in its wake. When she slides her hands down his sides to his waist, her fingers catch against Izuku’s. She looks up, and catches sight of Izuku’s tongue sliding its way past the seam of Katsuki’s lips.
Her hands push past Izuku’s, worming under the hem of Katsuki’s shirt to trail teasing touches against his stomach. Katsuki gasps, and as soon as she hears the sound of their lips parting, she begins to tug his shirt up, pulling it over his head and tossing it in the corner.
“Oh, fuck.” Katsuki pushes Izuku back a bit, and she cranes her neck a bit to read his expression. He seems to be calculating. “You weren’t hot, you were just taking your shirt off to fuckin seduce me.” He turns around to glare at her. “You too.”
She grins. “Did it work?”
Izuku snorts a laugh and ducks down to kiss Katsuki’s neck.
“No,” Katsuki deadpans, “not at all.”
She huffs a laugh and grabs Katsuki’s jaw, pulling him in for a kiss of her own. It’s been months since they last did this, but once they get the angle right, their lips slot together perfectly, neither of them hesitating. He slips his tongue into her mouth and she sucks on it, swallowing down the whine he presses into her mouth.
She discovers the catalyst of the noise not long after, when her hand comes to rest against his waist again, finding his pants a bit looser than before. Unwilling to break the kiss to look down, she maps out the area by touch, discovering Izuku’s hand shoved down Katsuki’s pants, and evidently touching his cock.
Her arousal makes itself known just a bit more insistently. Regretfully, she breaks off the kiss, then strips off her shirt with an impatient declaration of “bed.”
She sets to work on her bra clasp, but her touch falters as she sees Izuku’s black whip wrap itself around Katsuki again. She bites her lip, waiting for Izuku to use his grasp on Katsuki to toss him onto the bed. Instead, he falters a bit. “Is this okay?”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Quit fuckin pussyfooting around and toss me on the bed alread--”
With a flick of his wrist, Izuku sends Katsuki flying face first onto the bed with a little “oof” noise.
Black whip’s tendrils only partially release, leaving Katsuki’s hands tied behind his back. Katsuki rolls onto his back, turning his head to glare daggers at Izuku. “Deku,” he begins, menacingly.
Izuku puts a knee up on the bed, crowding into Katsuki’s space. “What? Not like that? Then tell me.”
Katsuki clamps his mouth shut, glare petulant.
“C’mon, what do you want me to do with you?”
Katsuki’s face flushes, but he remains silent. She knows he likely won’t come up with anything. Discarding her bra and pants, she climbs up onto the bed behind Katsuki, propping him up to rest his back against her front once more.
“You two nerds fuckin love tossing me around.” Katsuki grouses, ignoring Izuku's question.
“Do you want us to stop?” Izuku’s voice and expression are both earnest.
Katsuki flushes. “Fuckin... no. God.”
Ochako nips his earlobe in playful encouragement.
Izuku smiles. “What do you want, then?”
She smirks into the silence, running her hands over Katsuki’s sides, well aware that this is likely a form of torture, for him.
He makes a delicious little noise, his head dropping back against her shoulder. “I don’t know, just fuckin touch me.”
“I am touching you.” Ochako’s voice is all wry amusement, hands never ceasing their exploration of his torso.
“Touch my fucking dick.” Katsuki amends, unamused.
Izuku leans forward, pressing the heel of his palm against Katsuki’s cock.
Katsuki inhales sharply. “More.”
Izuku’s hands find the waistband of Katsuki’s pants, sliding them and his boxers off, with some maneuvering help from black whip. Both are summarily discarded. Katsuki’s cock is hard and flushed, and Izuku wraps a hand around it to stroke slowly.
She can feel Katsuki’s biceps strain against his restraints, and she hums contentedly, leaning down to suck a bruise into his neck. He melts under the touch.
She pulls back to admire her handiwork, and smiles in satisfaction at the second hickey of the night. An idea strikes her, and she presses her lips near the shell of his ear. “Still want Izuku to suck your dick?”
Katsuki shudders against her. “Fuck yeah.”
She makes eye contact with Izuku, eyebrow raised in question. He smiles and drops to his knees, using new strands to pull Katsuki closer to the edge of the bed, then dismissing them once he’s in position.
“You overuse that fuckin--” Izuku wraps his lips around the head of Katsuki’s cock, and his voice is suddenly significantly breathier “--quirk. Fuck.”
She watches with rapt attention as Izuku swallows Katsuki’s cock, the arms bound and pressed against her torso twitching with every movement Izuku makes.
“Fuck,” Katsuki moans, “fuck, why are you so good at that, fuck.”
Izuku’s fingers dig into Katsuki’s thighs, and she twists an arm around to play with Katsuki’s nipple, then rakes her nails down his chest. He bucks up into Izuku’s mouth, and Izuku takes it like a champ, a small “gleck” noise--and the movement of his hands to secure Katsuki’s hips in place--the only signs that he had just been choked on a not inconsiderably sized cock.
Ochako hums in amusement and pleasure, toying with Katsuki’s nipples as she watches the proceedings with rapt attention. “You’re being so good for us. Should have known it would take two people to fuck the brattiness out of you.”
“Fuck off.” Katsuki pants, no bite at all to the words.
She tugs on a nipple particularly hard, and Katsuki chokes on a gasp, hips straining under Izuku’s palms. “Fuck, close, ‘m close, fuckin’ choke me ‘Chako, fuck--”
Ochako’s eyes widen at the sound of her name, a shiver racking it’s way down her body and jolting to her clit. Her hand snaps up to wrap around Katsuki’s neck, exerting firm, gentle pressure. He tosses his head back against her shoulder, drawing in a deep, shuddering exhale, his body as tense as a bowstring.
The next moment, the tension releases, the way he slumps against her the only indication she gets of his orgasm, as Izuku doesn’t pull off.
She slowly eases the pressure off his neck, and Izuku slides off Katsuki’s cock with a slick noise.
Her cunt aches as she watches his throat visibly work to swallow. Izuku makes a contemplative noise. “Yours doesn’t taste half bad, actually.” He shrugs. “Benefits of a healthy diet, I suppose.”
Ochako snorts a laugh, and Katsuki stares at Izuku incredulously. “Fuckin seriously?”
Izuku smiles sheepishly. “I mean, that was really sexy, Kacchan.”
Katsuki makes a noise of disgust, bringing his wrists to his front to rub them as black whip releases.
Ochako elects to plow through. “C’mon.” She beckons Izuku onto the bed. “I wanna ride you.”
Izuku’s grin widens, and he grabs a condom out of his pocket, tossing it to Ochako as he shucks his pants and underwear.
Katsuki flops down and out of their way, still eyeing Izuku incredulously. “I thought you wanted to take it slow. You brought condoms to Disneyland, and tried to convince me that you wanted to take it slow?”
Ochako rolls her panties off and tosses them off the bed, before unwrapping the condom, smiling as she does. “He brought one to our first date that neither of us knew was a date, too.”
Izuku pouts as he climbs up onto the bed, accepting the unwrapped condom and rolling it on. “We’re using it, aren’t we? It’s good to be prepared.”
She straddles his hips, pushing him to lay down on the bed, then sinking down on his cock. She sighs contentedly when he’s fully inside, then leans down to peck him on the lips. “Very good.”
Katsuki makes a gagging noise, and she turns to glare at him. He’s unrepentant. “Enough sappy shit, just fuck him already.”
She doesn’t have to think of a retort, Izuku just pulls him down with a “shut up, Kacchan”, kissing him silent.
She watches the impressive flex of Izuku’s biceps, the way Katsuki’s tiny waist is twisted to lean down into the kiss, the slide of their tongues against each other, and fucks herself on Izuku, relishing in the sounds of his moaning, muffled against Katsuki’s lips, but audible nonetheless.
It isn’t going to take long, years and months of buildup had led to this, and she’s been turned on ever since Katsuki and Izuku had started bantering in the hallway. She doesn’t think Izuku will take very long either, so she inadvertently follows Katsuki’s advice, grinding herself down on Izuku fast and hard as she rubs her clit, pinches a nipple, and watches her two unfairly hot boyfriends kiss.
A whine hitches up and out of her throat, and she shudders to orgasm around Izuku’s cock. Her toes curl, and she throws her head back, her hand stilling against her clit, then slapping against Izuku’s side as the last of the aftershocks shoot through her.
Izuku whines into Katsuki’s mouth, and his hips buck into her, and she suddenly remembers herself, realizing she’s stilled, and gathering her wits to ride him with a renewed vigour until she feels his body tremble beneath him, sees his mouth go slack against Katsuki’s.
“Okay, okay,” he pants eventually, evidently overstimulated.
She lifts her hips and rolls away, flopping down at his side.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Katsuki grins. “Totally worth having to date two sappy nerds.”
Ochako rolls her eyes and huffs a laugh. Izuku shakes his head, discarding the condom.
There’s a moment of pleasant silence, as they bask in the afterglow.
Katsuki rolls over to grab his phone, not needing to catch his breath as much as they do.
Ochako grins, an idea forming. “Hey, you wanna spar tomorrow?”
He grunts an affirmation, tapping his phone. “Yeah, sure. I’ll check out training room B.”
Her grin widens. “No, get F.”
His gaze lands sharply on her. “That’s for quirk based sparring.”
She takes in his expression, her smile softening a bit. “Yeah, it is.”
He gives her a toothy grin in return. “‘Bout fuckin time.”
Izuku perks up. “Do you mind if I observe? I haven’t seen you guys fight since the first year sports festival.”
“Do whatever the fuck you want.”
Yeah, she thinks, placing her head against Katsuki’s chest. This has been a long time coming.