"Ah, Uraraka, I can't find the soy sauce." Izuku's eyes squinted in the fluorescent lighting of the refrigerator, and it looked a little funny with his bulky figure crouched down, wearing an apron that tied around his hips. The brunette felt her pulse quicken at the sight, her fluffy eyebrows shooting up in thought. "Hmm? Oh, it's 'cause I took it out. It's over here, see?" She'd had her own little apron on, though whereas Izuku's shirt and apron were clean, hers was already messy, and they'd only been starting to prepare dinner together. A scarred hand reached for the soy sauce bottle, and was thwarted when the buxom brunette slipped it away from his grasp, and from hers, leaving it floating in the air above them, too high to reach. She grinned at the look of surprise in his face, and a bubbly laugh escaped her when the same hand shot out for her this time, pulling her into his arms.
Izuku brought her close, his nose brushing over hers familiarly, warmth radiant in his eyes as he eyed her face closely. "Am I really gonna have to kiss you for it?" When they were in high school he would've never had the nerve to say it. Uraraka bumped against one of three plates on the counter, pushing it back with her rump as she slid her hands over the hills of Izuku's shoulders. "Youuu know it! Better yet, soy sauce costs three kisses." She told him, as a matter-of-factly.
"Oh. Three. Hmn. Hm hm hm. Gotta check and see if I've even got that much." They played this game often, and sometimes it ended in a barrage of more kisses than was promised, Uraraka closing her eyes in pure bliss as she felt his warm breath on her rosy cheeks, when
BAM!
"You morons're burnin' the fucking curry." He always came in like a sudden explosion, leaving Uraraka's hair standing on end, her expression frazzled. It took all of three steps for Bakugou to push past them and stir the large cooking pot, taking a sample of it, blowing impatiently before tasting, only to season it to his own liking - - which was usually always so spicy it blew Ochaco's head off. "Where's the stupid fuckin' soy sauce?" He added in, though it wobbled right above his spiky head of blonde hair.
As if sensing her immediate dismay, Izuku leaned in, his hands on her hips, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to her cheek. "That's two I still owe you, right?" He murmured, feeling the shape of rounded glass against his head. He looked up, reaching for the bottle, and smiling half apologetically, and the other half mischievously. His hands slipped from her and easily passed over Bakugou's large back, their hips touching as he offered the other male the bottle of soy. Bakugou took it with a grumble, and turned into the sweetly murmured, "Welcome home" kiss that Izuku then offered.
What had Ochaco landed herself in?
Well, like any cliche Japanese romance, it started in high school. Pink cherry blossoms, neatly pressed uniforms, solace in an empty courtyard behind school.
"Uraraka-san, I still don't get why you're bringing me here," Izuku trailed behind her, his sleeve caught in her grasp as she tugged him forward, underneath the shade of tall trees. She eyed him over her shoulder and stopped, guiding him by the shoulders. "There. Stand right there." She released his sleeve, watching a single cherry blossom petal slowly fall right onto his head of perpetually messy hair. With a smile, she was reaching for it, plucking it from his hair, holding it against her chest for courage.
"Deku, I- -" Looking at the openness of his face, the demure smile he wore had her cutting herself short, her shyness overwhelming her. Was she really going to do this? Jeopardize their friendship? No, she'd already been through this with herself! She shook her head and stood her ground, feeling the soft petal underneath her fingertips. "I think you're amazing. You've always been my inspiration, my goal, and I know we're gonna work for different hero agencies but I don't- -I really don't want to just be some memory to you." It'd been a long while since she'd seen him flustered, since he'd long ago grown accustomed to things like talking to girls and being within touching distance with one. But it was refreshing seeing the telltale quiver of his shoulders, the flush that reached all the way to the tips of his ears, his lips parted in undignified squeaks. A lump in her throat that she couldn't clear, a tightness in her chest that wouldn't disappear, she felt tears starting to blur her vision.
"I want to be together with you-uoooh my god, Bakugou, howlonghaveyoubeenstandingthere?!"
The lump was suddenly gone, her chest felt twice as heavy, and now her own complexion pretty much matched Deku's, who turned around immediately at the mention of his childhood friend. "Kacchan?" The two of them stared on in mortification as he approached them, bumping into Deku's shoulder and forcing him behind. His eyes dropped for a second, then picked up, glaring daggers into Uraraka's.
"What the fuck is this supposed to be?" He asked, and waited for an answer. The girl stammered internally, her eyes widening. "What do you mean what's it supposed to be, it's a- -" She looked at Deku over Bakugou's shoulder, her shoulders bunching. "It's a confession, and you're- -you're friggin' ruining it!" Uraraka didn't mean for the tears to come back, but when they did, they were angry tears, and it had the two boys stiffening up as she confronted Bakugou, her fists balling into his shirt, her fingers trembling. Bakugou looked bored enough to yawn, and Deku had to place a hand on each of their shoulders. "Wait, please Uraraka-san, he's not worth it, just ignore him,"
"Ignore me?" Bakugou smacked Deku's hand off of his shoulder, his sneer dangerously close to Uraraka's face. "She thinks she's got a right to what's mine? She's gotta have a better fuckin' idea than ignoring me," he simultaneously stumped the two others.
A silence. Bakugou's eerie smirk wavered. "'the fuck you both suddenly get all quiet for- -"
"What's yours, Bakugou?" Had she heard right? Uraraka released his shirt with a wrinkle of her nose, sharing the same confused expression with Izuku, who was suddenly tugged closer by Bakugou's side. The blond gestured with an emphatic tug. "This guy."
The green-haired teen answered for the two of them, a simple, "What." It wasn't even a question, All Might's successor suddenly more in the dark than he'd ever been about Kacchan's mystifying thought process. Bakugou's gaze darted wildly between the two of them. His eyes settled on Izuku, who had that same, comically stupid look. "You're mine. Bastard."
"Since when?" Uraraka blurted, and Izuku returned with a redfaced, "That's what I'd like to know!"
"So you mean," Bakugou released Izuku's crumpled up jacket, backing up and growing quieter, a rare expression of puzzlement on his face. "You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me. You're mine. What, just 'cause I didn't explicitly spell it out for your dumb-ass," Bakugou trailed off, and Uraraka was stunned into silence. It was such a contrast to how Bakugou acted when he was around Izuku and- -oh wow, she finally got it. Well. His near obsession with beating Izuku kinda made sense, now. No, that still didn't make sense.
The three teens were thoroughly flustered, but it was seemingly all in the open. Except for one thing, which was Izuku's feelings. The troubled male groaned and held his head in his hands, squatting down in his overwhelming torrent of confusion and other such mixed emotions. Uraraka's eyes lifted up, watching the indiscernible features of Bakugou's thoughtful expression. She watched his hand lift, nudging another fallen flower petal from his hair, before stuffing it into his pocket. She still held hers with baited breath, the two of them at a loss.
"I know you're gonna ask me to choose," he mumbled, muffled in his hands.
Uraraka sure wasn't going to ask first, but she'd thought about it. Bakugou looked like he was tired of waiting, and she could already hear the crackling in his palms.
"And I don't think I can do that. I can't choose."
Aaaand the rest was history.
Bakugou didn't talk to Izuku for a couple months after that. It'd been a peaceful chapter of Dekuchaco in the early stages of their relationship, before Bakugou relented, came back and still somehow managed to keep his pride, marking his own sort of territory in Deku's life without interfering in Uraraka's. Well, mostly.
Deku's apartment was the only place you'd see the three of them together. Uraraka rented an apartment of her own, but rarely saw the place but once or twice a week, usually to grab more clothes or things for staying over at Deku's. On the other hand, Bakugou visited less, and rarely stayed the night. Uraraka suggested the both of them move in, just to be supportive and inclusive of Bakugou, but,
"Living with you twenty-four seven would be a fucking nightmare."
And so Uraraka stopped suggesting it.
Now, I know you've been waiting this whole time for the reveal. How does sex work between the three of them?
Is it some constant free-for-all orgy, you're wondering? Because that's what Uraraka thought it'd be.
"You're prolly wondering why I gathered you both here today~" Her arms were folded across her plush chest, wearing her usual nighties consisting of a pair of silk shorts, and either of their shirts, which was always comfortable enough to swim in. The other two sat on the couch, Izuku much more curious, and Bakugou as unenthusiastic as ever. "This is Deku's place, dumbass."
"Shh, literal ball of hot gas." Bakugou went rigid, and Izuku's hand shot to his thigh to stifle him. "We find ourselves in a less than common situation, our both dating Izuku, and Izuku dating the two of us. So. I propose that whenever either of us are in the mood, we put a sock on the door knob."
Uraraka held her hands on her hips proudly, and Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose. "You are so fucking retar- -"
"Okay, so, not a bad start," Deku supplied, trying to bridge the gap between the two different personalities in the two very different people he loved. "Her s... suggestion opens up conversation that we need to have eventually. You guys have both decided to put up with my inability to choose between you, so it's only natural that you wanna set up some boundaries."
"Screw that." Bakugou grabbed Uraraka by the wrist and tugged her forward, until she was stumbling over his lap and in effect straddling him, not her choice of course, but by the time her face flushed red and her words were weak, ineffectual stutters, he'd already had her small wrists pinned in his hands. "Listen up, floater." A poop joke surrounding her quirk, I sure hope you're proud. "I'm not gonna ask you for permission every time I wanna suck Deku's dick." His frankness had her squirming on his lap, but still he had her locked in his heated gaze, and that was all but inescapable. "And you don't have to tell me every time you want him in your greedy, little snatch. 'Cause I don't care what the fuck he does with you. So keep that shit to yourself."
But it seemed like he did care. In that moment, as infinitesimal as it was, she felt it. He tossed her over onto the bed behind him and stood, shuffling out the door. Izuku could only guess what'd transpired between the two, calling out after him. "Kacchan, where're you- -"
"Out. Don't fucking follow me."
Despite Bakugou being... well, Bakugou... Uraraka found herself having a fulfilling relationship with Deku. Even when he was busy with being a hero, and simultaneously being Bakugou's boyfriend, he'd always found time to make her feel special. And Bakugou was just a little more tolerable whenever Deku gave him attention, and it was little things like that, that almost had Uraraka developing a strange kind of fondness and fascination with the blonde.
"Seriously, when we first started dating, I thought Bakugou would fight me to the death over you or something weird like that," Uraraka told Izuku in confidence as she ate her much too spicy curry, slower than the rest because spice, enough so that Bakugou was already finished and borrowing Deku's shower. She wasn't exactly a fan of sharing Izuku herself, but again, she was happy with him like this. Bakugou certainly wouldn't bully her out of her happiness.
"Oh, no. He likes you," Izuku supplied very nonchalantly, making Uraraka pause, her lips remaining closed around her spoon. She made a face that said, 'In what alternate universe is there a Bakugou that actually likes me, because there's no way in heck that this one does'.
Izuku laughed sweetly, his arm winding around her shoulders, guiding her against his body as they sat on the couch. "He does. 'Course, you and I both know how bad he is at saying it. But he respects you, a lot. Maybe it's 'cause you haven't known him as long as I have, so you just don't see it yet." Izuku pressed a quick kiss to her temple, which she returned underneath his chin, before the two of them were guiding her unfinished plate of curry onto the coffee table, so that their hands could find each other.
Three plates set on the counter, three toothbrushes in a cup on the bathroom sink, three mugs of coffee in the morning. One bed.
Work kept her busy, Deku kept her satiated, and Bakugou kept her on her toes. Bakugou was becoming less of an intrusion, and more of a permanent piece. She could tell he was starting to realize the same, when he'd automatically prepared her portion of food, or held the door open for her, even squirting a bit of toothpaste on her outstretched toothbrush before capping the tube. Sometimes he'd been so nonchalant about having two to care for instead of one, that he sometimes forgot he was supposed to be hating her.
"Goin' on a stakeout." Bakugou kissed Deku's forehead, and Uraraka stood up on her tippy-toes, eyes closed, trying to suppress a smile as she felt his lips gently peck her forehead. She plopped down onto the ball of her heels, and Deku watched in amazement as Bakugou left the confines of his apartment without skipping a beat.
"He did that without realizing, didn't he?"
Uraraka felt herself smiling softly. "Third time this week."
She wasn't used to someone not liking her, so of course she wanted to impress Bakugou. She wanted them to get along, if it meant making their lives easier. Uraraka couldn't stand the thought of being hated by anyone, even the most hateful hero in Japan.
Uraraka was trying to be likable. It was a silly thing, because she was already very likable, as Izuku'd tried to explain to her.
"Maybe- -" She tried to fathom, while wearing nothing but one of his shirts again, "Maybe I gross him out by walking around with nothing on? I mean, sometimes he catches me in a towel, but I swear I don't do that kinda stuff on purpose."
Izuku answered a little too quickly, "No, it's definitely not that."
"Or. Maybe I snore? He's always super grumpy in the mornings."
"Kacchan's grumpy morning, noon, and night. And you do snore, but it's super soft. Kacchan literally tenses up and moves in real close whenever you stop to make sure you didn't stop breathing."
The endearing notion of that had her happily climbing over Izuku's lap. "Nuh-uh. He does not."
Izuku beamed proudly, his hands holding her sides. "He's carried you to the bed whenever you fall asleep on the couch. Since I accidentally end up waking you when I do it, he's got a system worked down."
And like this, she discovered that he'd taken to her a lot more than he'd ever admit. She regarded him very differently, knowing these little secrets. It was easier to accept all the cussing and the forehead flicks, and the really, really mean nicknames. It was never not awkward when they were alone, however.
He didn't really have much to say, and whenever she'd try to fill in the gaps with idle pieces of chatter, he'd interrupt her with a, "Deku'll be home soon" or "No thanks", but of course not as politely as all that. But she always found a way to entertain herself nonetheless.
If it was with Deku on the couch, she'd be all over him. With Bakugou, she had her legs pulled up underneath her and on the other side of the couch. She wondered if she should fake being asleep so that Bakugou'd carry her to the bed. He was probably about as firm as he looked. No, stupid dirty mind! A week without sex with Deku usually triggered these kinds of thoughts, even if they were about the perpetually brooding young adult. But Uraraka was even more annoying when she had something on her mind, so Bakugou was shooting himself in the foot by silencing her each time she tried to speak her ceaseless thoughts. A growl out of him stopped her bouncing and wriggling.
"Got something to say?" He nearly spat, face dragging in her general direction. "Fuckin' say it already."
"What's he like with you?" She was waiting for this, wearing her own shirt for once, one that hugged her chest and flaunted her trim waist. She manipulated gravity, right? Maybe that's why Bakugou's eyes felt heavy enough to drift downward. "Deku, I mean." She continued, not noticing the shift in his attention.
"Hah? Wouldn't you like to know." He scratched his toned abdomen absentmindedly. She scooted closer to him on the couch, sitting expectantly. A few more moments of pause, and Bakugou's frown deepened. "He's cocky. Way more than he used to be when we were younger."
Uraraka struggled with something, and it showed in the way she bunched her shoulders together. "Well, I mean like," she leaned in to mumble, her lips pouty. "When you're together together."
Bakugou rolled his eyes over her childish aversion to cussing. "Ask me properly: what's Deku like when you fuck? C'mon, say it."
"Fuh- -" She stumbled around the word, embarrassed that she'd found it harder to say than she'd originally thought. "What's Deku like when you guys... fuck? Hah! See? I can cuss too! Fuck fuck fuck!" She jut out her upper lip, too used to imitating Bakugou for this to be her first time. At least, it was her first time doing the impersonation in front of him. He reached out with his middle finger and thumb, flicking her forehead with an added spark, making her hold her forehead in her palms as she cooed the pain away.
"Dunno why you even bother asking. Why would he be any different with you?" He asked, earning a quizzical stare from the girl, whose forehead sizzled from the newly added pink spot. She hummed around the question, her head plopping against the back of the couch. "Uhm. I don't know, really. It just..." She huffed, cheeks puffing out. "It makes me sad thinking there's a side of him I don't get to see, and that's with you, so. I figured I'd give it a shot."
Bakugou was silent after that, and she was almost convinced that, that was his way of ending the conversation.
"When he gets too excited, he doesn't know what to do with his hands." Bakugou's words were measured, slow. Uraraka looked up at him, surprised, but her head was nodding. "Yeah! I noticed that too." Her voice picked up a little.
Bakugou shuffled, and for the first time, she'd been able to see the tension relax from his shoulders. "He sure takes his time... givin' head. Almost gets to mumbling, game plan's written all over his stupid face, I swear."
Uraraka smiled, nodding more eagerly this time. "I have a theory that he's still got those hero-statistic notebook thingies, only he's written down the exact coordinates of my g-spot!"
A snort. One goddamn snort out of Bakugou and it was enough to break Ochaco's fucking heart. "Was that a laugh?" She hoped.
"What? No." But Bakugou was already grinning, and he felt her hand on his thigh. He flinched hard, but she hadn't thought anything of it, searching the grin on his face for the limitless possibilities she had. "You know I've been really trying hard to get you to like me. You can swear me up n' down the apartment, but I know you've gotten a lot softer with me." Bakugou's grin left just as easy as it came, replaced with passiveness.
"C'mon. You and me- -we can make Deku real happy." Uraraka didn't want to lose him now, not when she was so close.
"You- -" He snapped his face towards hers, and there was a flicker of something in his eyes again, something she couldn't place. "You're only saying all this for him, right? This, 'let's be friends' bullshit." Why else would she be trying so hard? The brunette quirkster blinked, trying to pick up on his meaning.
"God, none of this," he shook her off him, standing up suddenly. "None of this fucking matters, because he's going to choose one day." The thought had never occurred to her, and it hit her so hard she felt like she couldn't breathe. Choose. "Me, or you, it's never gonna be the both of us, and you're too much of a happy-go-lucky moron to come to terms with it." Was this what was on his mind? He was already preparing himself for this? Uraraka couldn't even imagine the life they had now possibly ending.
He'd been ready for it since the day they'd started this sordid agreement.
When Izuku found her, she was wracked up with it. The paranoia, the fear that he'd suddenly find one reason or another to choose. And the stupid thing was, she wasn't even worried about him choosing Bakugou over her. What if Bakugou was the one left behind? She should've been glad at the prospect, but she didn't want Bakugou unhappy, she didn't want his darker outlook realized. Without explaining why, she told him she was tired and that she had to get up early tomorrow. That it'd be better if she slept at home, this time. Instead of going straight to his place after a busy day, she texted him an excuse, and returned home. Her bed was smaller than Deku's, but it felt much too big by herself. She didn't know how she was going to face Bakugou again, much less Izuku.
It was a week later that she returned not because she'd cured her cowardice, but because she knew she'd find strength in Izuku's arms, as she'd always done before. About 1am, the apartment was dark, so she hadn't seen the note Deku'd left saying he'd be out of town on a mission for the weekend. She made her way through the apartment, dropping her bag, her shoes. She saw his figure lying there, in the blankets, and sighed in relief. She was glad to be alone with him.
As soon as her weight dipped in the bed, he started rustling under the covers. "It's just me," she told him in a whisper, wiggling out of her jean shorts and her jacket simultaneously, snuggling up to him with nothing but her undies and shirt separating them. Deku's back was bare, and warm, and her lips let out a soft breath against them, kissing his skin, her breasts riding up against the firmness of his broad back. Her thin arm draped over him, and her leg followed suit over his hip. "'m sorry it took so long for me to come over. And for ignoring your texts." That was bad of her, and Deku wasn't exactly jumping to forgive her. She frowned, and he could probably hear it in her voice.
"Bakugou's... a lot more thoughtful than I pegged him for. He was thinking about me this whole time- -thinking about what'd happen if you chose him over me. I think that's why he was trying so hard to distance himself from me." Deku kept silent, which gave Uraraka time to voice her thoughts.
She huffed, rubbing her little nose against him. "I mean, that's what I started thinking. I need to tell him I'm sorry, too. That I wasn't trying to be friends with him, just for your sake. That I- -" she blinked back tears, rubbing the droplets from her cheeks onto his back, hugging him tighter. "I like him. Even if you choose him over me, I won't stop liking him. Then I'll, I'll tell him if you ever try to choose me over him, you're gonna just have to accept us both, 'cause I don't stay if he doesn't stay." It felt rather good to get this off of her chest, but it was still making her nervous, Deku being this silent.
"Ghk."
The familiar sounding snort had her head buzzing, and her heart beat thudding hard. Could Bakugou feel it through his back?
"You." She quickly sat up, shaking his shoulder through the darkness. She couldn't tell them apart in the pitch black, but now that she felt up his hair, no, this definitely wasn't a head of soft, curly locks. Coarse hair slid through her fingertips, and she sputtered in somewhat delighted surprise. "It's you, isn't it, Bakugou?"
"Like he'd ever choose you over me, Uraraka." He spoke, and her heart lifted, and this time when she was hugging him, she was hugging Bakugou. She pressed up to his middle as he turned on his back, and she felt his arm wrap over her smaller body. She sank into his warmth, odd little butterflies plucking past her heart strings.
"Should've kept quiet longer. Five more seconds and you would've started begging for a good, make-up dicking." Was that a joke? Uraraka laughed nonetheless, the sound soft and sweet. "Mmh, I don't really have to beg for it, though. Besides, I- -wouldn't feel right doing it, when I haven't made up with you."
"Huh. I appreciate the thought- -" The sarcastic reply was interrupted, when Bakugou's phone buzzed. When the brightness of his screen flashed them both, she could see now that he wasn't wearing anything but a pair of boxers. He winced at the light of the screen, pressed the speakerphone button, and Izuku's worried voice came over the phone.
"Kacchan! Did she come over? Call? Didn't mean to wake you up, but I couldn't stop thinking about her,"
"Deku," her voice sounded meek, and as guilty as it should sound, but all Izuku could do on the other line was sigh in relief. "You're there. Right after I've just left for my mission, too. I wanted to see you before then."
"I'm sorry, Deku," Her fingers slipped underneath Bakugou's, gently taking the phone as she treasured the sound of his voice, not having heard it in so long. "I didn't wanna come back until I'd straightened everything out in my head, and,"
"Don't worry about it. Kacchan told me everything. He was so worried that he said he'd stay over while i was gone." Bakugou glared over the glowing screen, but Uraraka smiled back at him, and it was like they shared a little secret.
A static sigh, and a soft groan. "I missed your voice."
Uraraka's body shivered in delight, and she held the cellphone closer to her face. "I missed yours too!"
"Still here." Bakugou relayed, annoyed, elbow supporting himself up on the bed, his hand holding his head up as he watched Uraraka gush over his phone.
Izuku's voice perked up. "Oh, good. Kacchan, I want you to kiss Uraraka for me."
The two looked at each other uncertainly, before snorts issued out of both of them. "Will do, Deku." Bakugou replied wryly, about to take his phone back from the girl.
"No, I mean, now. Right now. Kiss her for me. Ah, close to the phone would be nice."
Another glance between them, Uraraka nervous, Bakugou exasperated. He leaned near the receptor of the phone, slowly. "And why the fuck would I do this?"
Izuku replied simply, "Because you love me and would do anything for me." There was a third reason, but if Izuku dared mention it out loud, Bakugou would hang up for sure.
Uraraka didn't seem to struggle with the idea as much as her counterpart did, holding up the phone to her lips. "This close enough?" She asked, lips puckered.
He shouldn't have looked forward to this as much as he was, but Bakugou felt himself cupping her face, and guiding himself in. There wasn't any reluctance in him, not when she closed her eyes obediently, not when her lips were so fucking soft. "Mlum," she made a soft, needy sound, and Bakugou wanted another, so he took the next noise from her. And the next. And his tongue was in her mouth, and Izuku's breathing got heavier on the other side of the line.
"Touch her." His voice was thick with it, encouraging Bakugou further.
But he didn't need any encouragement, feeling her fingers thrum through his hair, her face tilted upward in supplication, her lips parted in shallow, heady breaths.
When had he ever wanted her like this?
He was getting caught up in the moment, he told himself. When his hands spanned over her smaller body, and she brushed upward to meet his fingers, it was because Izuku wanted this, he told himself. When she told him, "More", it was because Izuku was listening on the other end. His hand slipped down, down, between her thighs, guided by her fingers at his wrist, the slender slope of her back curving back against his front as he cupped her mound, palming her gently.
Uraraka's thighs tightened around his hand, and she choked on a gasp, her eyes filmed over with lust as he breathed into her ear from behind. Her cheeks were crimson, and she was glad he couldn't see her face from where he was behind her, because she was sure she looked absolutely silly right now, bliss spilling over her expression as he tugged her panties aside, exposing her slick, dripping cunny to the cool air of the room. His finger slid through her petals, parting them around his finger, making her grind against him with a weak whimper, followed by a sweet coo of pleasure, rocking back against his pelvis, feeling him grind against her, forcing her hips in alignment with his own.
Izuku's moan buzzed right into her ear, and she let out a half sob, her eyelashes fluttering shut as she felt Bakugou's tongue trail up the shell of her ear. "What's he doing to you, Uraraka?"
"Guh- -" He was swirling his finger over her clit, pressing down, his other hand groping her breast. But she wasn't as eloquent, not with her mind muddled, her body still trying to process the pleasure. So, Bakugou answered for him.
"She's already so fuckin' wet. I only put my tongue in her mouth and she's making a puddle. Wonder if the stain'll still be there by the time you get back?" Bakugou nibbled on her earlobe, and coupled with the dirty talk, Uraraka was melting in his arms.
"Nngh, she's making such sexy little sounds. Who's making you feel good right now, baby?" Izuku asked breathily, waking her from her pleasured stewing.
"B... Baku... gouu..." He thrust into her from behind, and she could feel him now, hard and angrily pulsating between her thighs. She pressed back against him, her face turning slowly over her shoulder, catching the glint of his eyes. "Bakugou, kiss." Both men simultaneously groaned, though Bakugou's was more of a growl once he complied with the girl's wish, his tongue slipping between her parted lips, dominating her own and tasting her in long, languid strokes, until drool seeped down to her chin, and his finger was stuffed inside her, making her tremble each time he thrust it inside her.
"Good girl. Gah, even Kacchan's sounding hot. I want you both so bad. I'm gonna cum just hearing you guys."
The imagery of Izuku jerking himself to the two of them like this had pretty much sealed the deal for the brunette, who locked up in Bakugou's arms. She absolutely melted around his finger, tight and snug around him, her body trembling with pleasure as she released, her excitement dribbling past his wrist. She felt something warm spurt up her backside, his body taut behind her with desire. Uraraka tried catching her breath, fumbling with Bakugou's finger still inside her. About to speak, she was cut off with an abrupt snore on the other line. She looked up and over her shoulder, and heard the slowed, soft breaths from Bakugou.
"You guys snore too."
She wiggled off of his finger, and relaxed back against him, pausing every so often to make sure he was breathing. Then, her own little snores joined his.