"Still not entirely sure how I let you talk me into this." Bakugou grumbles at Shinsou's back, their footsteps even as they make their way down the hotel's spacious hallway.

"I promised you a hot dilf to stick your dick in, I think." Shinsou snorts back without looking. He's still going through his phone to find the number of the hotel room they're searching for.

"You don't even know if he's hot or not, those pictures could be photoshopped like that last 'dilf' you tried to hook us up with." The guy had, in fact, not been a dilf, but a very short, very sweaty sixty year old man. He still refuses to let Shinsou live that one down.

"Hey! We agreed you could rag on me for three days and then you had to drop it. Plus, I vetted this one… or at least made him send the selfies you saw, so I'm like… 73% sure we're solid."

"You mean the pictures where he never showed his face?" Bakugou deadpans as they round another corner.

"No, I mean the pictures where his body was smoking fucking hot and his dick was as thick as my forearm." Shinsou throws back as he turns on his heel, making Bakugou walk right into him.

"What the hell, dumbass?!"

"He's hot, Kats," Shinsou claps his hands on Bakugou's shoulders, and he barely stops himself from shrugging him off. "He's hot and literally begging to get fucked by a couple of heroes in training." The damn cock sure grin isn't helping either.

"Please tell me you didn't actually tell him we're heroes…" Bakugou can feel a headache coming on.

"Of course I didn't… but he's still welcome. The point is, you've been so stressed over this damn test tomorrow it's literally driving me crazy. So, let's get our dicks wet, bust a nut, enjoy some good ole fashion stress relief, and kick that test's ass, yeah? What this guy doesn't know won't hurt him. Just think of it as test prep or something."

The problem with dating Hitoshi Shinsou is that the fucker is really good at talking Bakugou into just about anything, especially this. Mostly because Bakugou isn't actually against hooking up with whoever this guy is, he really did have a nice body and a great dick. Bakugou just likes giving his boyfriend a hard time… about everything. All the time. Always.

"Fine," he huffs right into Shinsou's mouth. "But if he's ugly you're the one stuck fucking his mouth."

"Anything for you, babe." Shinsou grins, all teeth and too much fucking confidence.

"Yeah, yeah. Now shut up and find the room number before I knock you the fuck out."

As it turns out, Shinsou had them walking around in circles for no reason—they were on the wrong fucking floor.

"And this is what happens when you let your dick lead you around."

"It found you, didn't it?"

"I'm gonna duck tape your mouth shut."

"Kinky."

Bakugou slides the room key into the lock and shoves the door open without knocking—the fucker was already expecting them, the hell does he need to knock for?

The room is open and spacious, and looks put together enough to be on the right side of expensive. Whoever this guy was, he must have some money lying around. Who else pays for a nice hotel just to get fucked in?

Shinsou makes his way in first, ignoring the little kitchenette off to the side and going straight for the brightly lit main room where there's a TV playing.

"Alright, you nasty fucker, open wi–" Shinsou starts as he walks into the room, fisting his bulge through his pants.

"The fuck did you stop for? Dilf got your tongue?"

Bakugou is only minutely annoyed that Shinsou isn't laughing at his joke, until he steps into the room to see exactly why he suddenly looks like someone donkey kicked him in the dick. "Wait, is that–?"

The room instantly fills with three voices talking at once.

"What the fuck–"

"Holy shit–"

"Why… What are you two doing here?"

"Sensei?!"

It's Aizawa… their teacher… Fucking–Eraserhead!

It's the same dark haired, dark eyed bastard they see each and every day at school. Except now, he's sitting on a hotel room couch looking at the two of them like the League of Villains just collectively busted into the room wearing matching tutus and banjos.

He looks horrified.

"Holy shit…" Shinsou says again, mouth still mostly open as he continues to stare.

"Why are you… how…?" Aizawa tries and fails. He's no longer sitting on the couch.

"Are you the dilf we're supposed to be tag teaming tonight? The one who sent us this?" Shinsou swipes through his phone and holds up one of the pictures they received just last night while sexting their supposed hookup.

Aizawa goes a bright shade of red as he glances at the completely nude picture, opening and closing his mouth several times before giving up completely. Bakugou is still processing that it's their fucking teacher they've been sexting back and forth with for the past week.

"Holy shit,"

"Will you stop saying that?!" Bakugou snaps at Shinsou, who's frantically scrolling through his phone with his hand over his mouth.

"It is you!" he finally says, and Bakugou takes a glance at the picture on the screen, still in disbelief that it's Aizawa, and catches what Shinsou is referring to. It's the scar on Aizawa's arm, the one he got during their first year after fighting the League. It's only just visible in the corner of the picture.

Holy shit…

"This isn't happening." Aizawa finally says, looking at the door like he's about to bolt at any second.

Apparently, Shinsou has other ideas.

"Oh, come on," he practically purrs as he shoves his phone in his pocket and saddles up behind Bakugou, wrapping long arms around his tiny waist to pull him against Shinsou's chest. "Just imagine how easy that test will be after you've shot a few loads down his throat."

"Fucking hell–are you insane?!" Where the hell was this even coming from? They can't actually go through with this now… could they? Not when they know it's Aizawa now.

And Aizawa looks just as shell shocked by Shinsou's sudden proposal.

"You know you've thought about it. I know I have," Shinsou continues, and it's the way he can see Aizawa fucking thinking about it that makes Bakugou's dick hard. Because what the fuck is actually happening? Just the thought that a hard ass like him, someone so dedicated to upholding rules and laws and whatever, watching him openly eye fuck the two of them…

It really was Aizawa the whole time. He's got a thing for younger guys, much younger apparently, and realizing that he intentionally went looking for them, that everything they read in those texts was from him…

"He did say he wanted to be fucked until he couldn't remember his name… right? Unless those messages were just him blowing smoke?" Because that's not all Aizawa said he wanted from them.

Aizawa's face actually goes redder at the mention of said messages again. Bakugou can't stop thinking about how graphic they were, and how he and Shinsou got off to them.

'I want the two of you to use me however you want.'

'Rough me up, I like it.'

'I'll be your toy.'

"Oh I don't think it was smoke at all," Shinsou grins, fingers suddenly working at Bakugou's belt. "That's what you want, right Sensei? You want us to fuck you 'til there isnt a thought in that pretty head of yours?"

"No, 'Toshi, he wants to be our little toy, remember?" Bakugou reminds him, and holy fuck he's never felt more powerful than he does right now, with Aizawa looking so caught off guard and so… tempted.

"Mouthy brat." Aizawa grunts under his breath, but it's not a no. The way he's looking at them, at Shinsou, is anything but a no.

Because of course it's not. He knows what he came here for–they all do.

Shinsou's hand slides effortlessly into the front of Bakugou's pants, fingers toying with the band of his underwear before shoving them, along with his jeans, down his thighs. Bakugou's dick bobs hot and heavy in the air. He might be the slightest bit embarrassed about just how hard he is, if not for Aizawa openly staring at it like he's dying to get it in his mouth.

Bakugou watches Aizawa swallow around nothing– before he hears the one word that has Shinsou moaning low in his ear with his hand wrapped tight around the base of Bakugou's dick.

"Yes," Aizawa looks almost pained as he says it. "Shit, yeah–I mean… yes."

"Holy shit."

And then they can't go back.

It feels like the world folds in on itself when Aizawa drops to his knees right in front of them.

Shinsou's hand is still wrapped around his dick, and Bakugou can see the bead of precome in 4K crystal clarity as it rolls down the head of his cock and straight into Aizawa's open mouth.

"Wait, wait, why am I the one with my dick out?!" Bakugou chokes out, unable to look away from the way Aizawa's throat bobs as he swallows.

"Because I'll nut the second he touches me, and you know that." Shinsou whispers in his ear. It's strained, rushed and loaded with a truth Bakugou doesn't need to question. Because he knows, he's always known. If his boyfriend had one real weakness–it's the man currently on his knees for them.

"Bastard."

"He's had a thing for me since his first year." Aizawa suddenly says, sounding almost unaffected, if not for the growing tent in his pants and the rough edge to his voice. It sends a shiver down Bakugou's spine. "Hitoshi would probably come the instant he felt me breathe on him."

"I wouldn't be so sure, old man."

"I have eyes," Aizawa gives back easily, lips so close to his dick that Bakugou can feel every word. "I see the way you look at me."

"I–

"And I've listened to you moan my name in the show–"

It comes out of nowhere, the little flash of anger, of jealousy that ultimately makes him do it. But Bakugou is suddenly so sick of listening to Aizawa talk about how much Shinsou wants him, how obsessed he is, that he finally gets over the little voice of hesitation in the back of his head and decides his sensei's mouth would be better off occupied.

Bakugou grabs a fist full of black hair, yanking Aizawa's head towards him as he shoves his dick into his open mouth and straight down his throat, the uncertainty instantly forgotten when the heat wrapped around his dick feels unlike anything he's ever felt before.

This is his sensei. The thought still leaves Bakugou gasping for air like a landlocked fish, jealousy or not. It makes him throb against Aizawa's tongue, makes Bakugou give a slow, experimental rock of his hips to watch the way Aizawa swallows him whole as he pushes back in.

"Holy shit—Hitoshi, God, he doesn't have a fucking gag reflex." Bakugou feels his mind melt right through his ears as he begins a steady back and forth, dick slick with drool, and Aizawa just takes it. "Fuck me, just look at you."

Shinsou's always been the one with a thing for their cat obsessed sensei. It's something Bakugou has loved to joke about just to see the way his calm, cool-headed boyfriend turns into a love sick puppy whenever he brings it up. So it's ridiculous that he's suddenly bothered by it when he's literally getting his dick sucked by the man.

But he's starting to get it now, it's impossible not to see what Shinsou's been pining after for the last three years. Aizawa is… he's pretty like this–mouth open, lips red while drool runs down his chin and his nose is buried at the base of Bakugou's dick.

His eyes are nearly closed, pupils blown so wide he looks strung out on some kind of drug. His hair is a mess from Bakugou pulling on it, but Aizawa looks entirely relaxed, swallowing Bakugou down with mind numbing swirls of his tongue as Shinsou saddles up behind him.

"Trust me, I'm looking." Shinsou says, pulling Bakugou forward by his shirt so he can kiss him hard. It makes Aizawa moan around Bakugou's dick and the lewd way their sensei grinds his ass against Shinsou's trapped hard-on should be illegal—well, more illegal than it already is.

"Keep it up, Toshi, he might just give you extra credit." Bakugou pants against his lips, heart racing at the sound of Shinsou unzipping his pants before doing the same to Aizawa.

"I'll fail that fucking test," he groans back as he shoves his pants and underwear down his thighs. "On purpose."

The kiss they share is messy and frantic. Shinsou devours him whole as he grinds his dick against Aizawa's ass, and the sounds he makes has Bakugou fighting off an orgasm like a virgin.

"Babe, babe, fuck, he's so wet. I could slide right in."

"Do it." Aizawa whines around him again, drool dripping down his thighs and onto the floor. "Slide in, all the way, and don't stop until you give him all of it."

And that's how it goes for hours, or days, Bakugou isn't entirely sure time exists at all. Shinsou loses his phone in his rush to get his clothes off, in his rush to get his dick inside the cock hungry object of his teenage obsession. And now, with his dick shoved so far down Aizawa's throat his nose is touching Bakugou's belly button, he can't find it in him to be jealous or angry.

How can he be angry when Aizawa whimpers around his dick–fuckin' moans like a well trained whore–the instant Shinsou stuffs him full? He watches Shinsou line himself up, watches the look of unfiltered ecstasy that twists his face as he drags the head of his cock against Aizawa's ass–maybe he can still be jealous of their sensei. That look should only be for Bakugou.

"Baby–fuck, angel, I'm–" Shinsou's eyes cross as his hips glide forward, effortlessly sucked into Aizawa's heat and left to melt inside him. Bakugou can't remember ever seeing him like this.

"How does he feel?" he can't stop himself from asking. He's a glutton for punishment like that. "Tell me."

Shinsou pulls out before sliding right back in, his hands shaking where they're gripping Aizawa's hips tight enough to make his knuckles go white. "Perfect. He's, he's so tight, and hot, and shit he's wetter than fuck. God, I wanna cum so bad, baby."

Bakugou grabs a fist full of Aizawa's hair again, and feels that familiar tightness grow in his gut when those eyes, glazed over and filled with tears, stare back at him. "You wanna cum in him? Our sensei who begged us to fuck him?" he asks, eyes still glued to Aizawa's. "The same one who's about to cum all over the floor while choking on my dick and whining for you to fuck him harder? That the man you wanna nut in so bad, 'Toshi?"

"Hell yes."

As if on cue, Aizawa spreads himself open with scarred fingers, back arched in a way that makes Bakugou forget how to breathe, and takes Shinsou deeper with a slow roll of his hips. It may be the filthiest thing he's ever seen, or maybe watching his sensei fuck himself open on his boyfriend's dick is what has Bakugou so close to blowing his load he has to bite his tongue to keep himself together.

Either way Shinsou is losing it right before his very eyes–and that's when it finally hits him, that Aizawa has been getting exactly what he wants and toying with them to do it–no, he's been toying with Bakugou, because Shinsou hasn't been able to tell up from down since they walked in the room. And he watches as Shinsou's thrusts go uneven, as he damn near bites clear through his lip when he finally slams home and gives Aizawa exactly what they promised him.

Well… not all of it.

It's not until Shinsou pulls out, chest heaving, body covered in a sheen of sweat, and those violet eyes so glassy he looks stoned, that Bakugou finally gives in to the pleasure his jealousy refused to really let him enjoy. Because he can't pretend, as he shoots his load straight down Aizawa's throat and watches the fucker gulp it down, that he wasn't totally into all of it. Not when seeing his boyfriend fuck their teacher–a god damn pro hero–is the single hottest thing he'll ever witness.

"I don't suppose there's a chance you'll postpone that test, is there?" Shinsou asks from where he's spread across the bed. He's got his head in Bakugou's lap and his thrown over Aizawa's.

"I thought you were going to fail it, 'on purpose'?" Aizawa says, and Bakugou can hear the grin he can't quite see.

"That was my dick talking, you can't listen to him."

"I'm actually fine with taking your little test, sensei." Bakugou hums, still high off his orgasm and Shinsou warm in his lap. "You can watch me ace it while you daydream about getting fucked by us again. I may even be generous and let you stick your dick in your favorite student."

"Generous, huh? And who do you think my favorite student is, Katsuki?" Aizawa asks, eyes dark and voice laced with amusement.

Bakugou and Shinsou share a questioning look before Aizawa adds;

"Maybe I have two favorite students."