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Everything had been pretty normal that morning. You woke up to Katsuki pressing a kiss to your forehead, nosing his way along your jaw, before slipping off into the shower. As you drifted back in and out of consciousness, the smell of breakfast slowly roused you from your sleep. As you were swinging your feet over the side of the bed, Katsuki was making his way around to give you one last kiss, a complaint about your morning breath even though he was the one kissing you, before he whispers what he fixed for you, and makes his departure for work.
Somewhat of the normal everyday routine you guys had.
You would go throughout the day, completing your work from home, texting your husband throughout the day, doing your usual shit. He would return at about 6 in the evening, worn out from the day and just wanting to be in your arms.
Today did not go as routine had previously planned it.
It was around two in the afternoon when you got a call from Katsuki’s hero partner and best friend, Kirishima. Instantly on alert, you pick up the phone and answer on the first ring.
“Hey, Kiri. What’s wrong?” You ask, setting down the spoon you had been using to stir the curry around with. Kirishima’s background sounded busy, like he was rushing through traffic, although his voice was surprisingly leveled and calm.
“Hey there! Nothing too bad with BakuBro, but he did get hit with a quirk while patrolling with me.” Your hackles rose as you leaned against the counter to brace yourself.
“Oh God,” you suck in a shaky breath. “Is he okay? What quirk? Did they shrink him? Genderbend him? Make him grow a tail and cat ears? Turn him into a Pomeranian?”
“Whoa there!” Kirishima cuts you off with a laugh. It soothes you some, but still worried you that you hadn’t heard Bakugou in the background once; no mutters or grumbling or cursing or fucking barks—
“I told you, he’s fine! Just hit with a Sleeping Beauty type quirk. You just have to wake him up with a kiss, is all.” You let out the breath you were holding, melting against the counter as you feel your eyes flutter shut. Holy shit, that was so much better than the other quirks you were thinking of. Kirishima’s ringing laugh brings you from your thoughts.
“Man, those were some interesting quirks you listed. Genderbend, though, I’d like to see that.” You both let out a light airy chuckle, the thought of a female Katsuki seemingly way too hot to ignore at the moment. You and Kirishima talked on the phone about what had happened with Bakugou until he announced that he was pulling up to you guys’ house now.
Hanging up, you meet the hero at the door. He stands there with a bright smile, and a slumped Bakugou slung over his shoulder. Kirishima beams when he sees you, and pats Bakugou on the butt lightly.
“Hey! Where can I put the big guy?” Even though it looks like nothing to Kirishima, you know how much of a huge mass of muscle your husband is. So you invite him in, leading him to the bedroom as if he hadn’t visited multiple times beforehand. Kirishima lays Bakugou down on the bed as softly as he can, even though your husband lands with a bounce.
You both take a step back to stare at Katsuki, unused to seeing him look so tranquil and pretty. His lashes thick and blonde, gracing softly against the rosy apples of his cheeks. The rise and fall of his chest rhythmic, the swell of his pecs seemingly bursting from the confines of his tight tank top. His mouth isn’t pulled into its usual scowl or frown, just a small line, his lips pretty and soft and kissable.
“Help me undress him?” You ask Kirishima, finally tearing your eyes away from Katsuki’s sleeping form. Kiri does the same, smiles sheepishly at you as he’s caught staring. But he nods, immediately goes for unlacing Bakugou’s clunky boots. You work on his tank on the other hand, struggling with rolling the tight fabric from the muscular planes of his body. When you finally manage to pull it over the tuft of his soft hair, you look over to see Kirishima had already stripped him of his loose joggers too.
So Katsuki lays there, in nothing but his boxers, body sculpted like a greek god, as you and Kiri both stare him over. It’s obvious what the both of you are thinking, but you’re surprised that Kirishima spoke first.
“Is he okay with,” he pauses, face as red as his hair as he sheepishly rubs his nape. “With, like, sleeping and…?” You nod quickly before he can finish his sentence.
“Oh yeah. He usually wakes me up with an orgasm a few times out of the week.” You confess, speaking freely as if this was the norm. But, it practically was—ever since the three of you slept together all those months ago, it’s become an almost regular occurrence.
“So he won’t mind if we…?” Kiri tapers off again, nerves swept away now as he stares down at Katsuki’s sleeping form. You look over at him too, watch how sweet he looks when he’s in this state, think about how much you just want to devour him.
“Not at all. He’s gonna love it.” You whisper.
In only a matter of minutes, do you and Kirishima find yourselves stripped naked, groping and kissing each other while Bakugou lays beside you both asleep. When you finally rip yourself away from Kiri’s sharp teeth nibbling at your bottom lip, you finally catch your breath. He’s panting right along with you, red eyes half lidded as his sticky tip traces lines up and down your exposed hip.
“How are we doing this?” He asks in a pant, leans forward to start biting at your neck, unable to resist keeping his mouth off of you. You sigh softly under your breath, hissing whenever his teeth graze your skin, pulling at the hair on his nape as you grind your cunt against his meaty thighs.
“We both fuck him at the same time?” You ask through a moan. “I ride and you take his ass?”
The thought of that makes Eijirou groan, biting down harshly until the taste of iron floods his mouth. You think both of you guys’ sounds would be enough to wake Katsuki, as they feel loud enough to wake the dead, but he doesn’t budge from behind you. Only snores softly in his sleep, thigh twitching whenever your ass rocks back against it.
“Fuck, that sounds hot. You wanna prep yourself while I prep him?” Kiri asks softly, lapping at the red that seeps from the punctured wound, smacking his lips loudly at the taste. You pull at his nape harder as you nod quickly, untangling yourself after pressing another fleeting kiss to his mouth.
You both waste no time in curling around Katsuki, you hovering above his face while Kirishima kneels in between his legs. He slips out the lube from the drawer beside the bed, an indicator of how many times he’s been here, as you hear the bottle top click open loudly. The only sounds in the room are you guy’s heavy breathing and Katsuki’s quiet snores. But you both know that its gonna get nastier and louder in a few minuets.
“Why are you on his face?” Kiri asks inquisitively, still opting to land a slap on your ass from where you hover above your husband. You push back into his hand, urging another slap that he so graciously lands on your bottom, before focusing his attention on to Katsuki’s.
“Want him to wake up afterwards with the taste of me on his mouth.” You whisper, slipping your hand down your naked body, already feeling how wet you are between your legs. Your folds are slippery when you strum your fingers through, clit budding and swelling, even with the little attention it received from Eiji’s knee. You can hear him groan behind you, peering over your shoulder as he warms up the lube in his hand, jerking his cock in the other.
“God, that sounds like a fucking dream.” He mumbles, finally catching your eyes from where his red mane hangs in front of his eyes. He winks at you with a smirk, before directing his attention to the tight and waiting hole in front of him.
You do the same, twirling your clit a few times to get you even wetter, before you start teasing your entrance with a single finger. Your hole is open enough to slide it in easily, sighing softly when you feel it graze your silky walls, lowering yourself down slightly so that silvery lines of your slick slip and fall onto Katsuki’s closed mouth when you slide your finger out. You open his mouth with your free hand, sticking two fingers into his awaiting cavern as you repeat the process until you see your slick falling in thin waves onto his pink tongue.
“I gotta get hit with that quirk next, man,” You hear Eijirou whisper under his breath with a laugh. You finally rip yourself away from your intense focus, chuckling as you look over your shoulder to watch how Eiji slowly slips his own finger into Katsuki’s puckered rim, nothing but a quiet sigh emitting from the man beneath you.
“God, I can’t wait to ruin him.” You say softly, reaching back to palm at his thick chest, throwing your head back when you sink another finger inside of yourself, squeezing a handful of his tit in your hand. You see Kirishima do the same with his other tit, leaning forward to swipe his tongue around Katsuki’s pebbled nipple, leaning up to nip at the fat of your ass.
When you both feel as though you and Katsuki are prepped, you finally scoot down his chest, leaving lines of your slick on his body that you lick up as you go. You see glistening trails of your saliva down his body, Kiri leaning over you to do the same, squishing you against Katsuki’s body.
You stare up at his face all the while you nibble at his neck, wishing desperately to kiss him silly, but wanting to wait until you felt like it was the right time. So you save your kisses for his chin and his collarbones, his ears and his sideburns, until Kiri pulls you back up and situates you above Katsuki’s half hard cock.
But that’s not a problem for you. With a practiced easiness, you start to sink down on his cock, Kiri whispering praises in your ear the entire time as he holds your hips tightly. Once you get halfway down, does he let you go in favor of holding Katsuki’s hip with one hand and his own cock in the other. He slides himself in as easy as he can into Katsuki’s tight hole, the lewd sound of lube squelching throughout the room as Kiri has to dribble even more on around his pink hole.
“Fuck, he’s tight.” He whispers under his breath, pulling his hips back and fighting to get deeper inside of Katsuki. The man under you only sighs heavily through his nose the entire time, eyebrows scrunching slightly before they soften when you finally sink down on his fully hardened cock.
“And fucking big.” You moan out, feeling up your tummy in search of his cock. You feel the slightest nudge of it beneath your bellybutton, which only makes your cunt spasm around his cock. You can hear Katsuki suck in a shaky breath, body tense as you look over your shoulder and watch Kiri sink all the way to the hilt, before his body falls lax again.
You can feel Kirishima hook his chin over your shoulder as you both stare down at the man beneath you. He’s so gorgeous, has a pretty flush spreading from his pink nipples up to his soft cheeks. His mouth is parted slightly, snores replaced with shuddering gasps as his eyebrows twitch before falling lax again.
You both want to ruin him.
And you both do. Kirishima practically throws you onto Katsuki’s chest with how hard he’s fucking into the sleeping man, hips pounding against his ass in a violent rhythm that fucks up your own. But you stay as steady as you can, hips lifting and dropping on the reddened cock that curves up inside of you.
“Fuck, I wish this would’ve happened sooner.” Kiri growls out between thrusts, the pat pat pat of his balls against Katsuki’s ass resounding in the room, your own hips slapping down onto his pelvis mimicking the sound, too. You nod quickly, thighs burning but you keep up, clawing at your husbands chest as you continue slamming yourself down on his fat cock.
“Me t-too.” You moan out, eyes clenching shut when Kiri’s rhythm speeds up even faster, impossibly so. You cry when he delivers a harsh blow to your ass, encouraging you to keep up the pace as you listen to the wordless command.
“Fuck, next time, I hope he’s hit with something good again. Maybe even a sex pollen quirk.” You confess, the thought makes the two of you shudder. Kirishima pulls your head back until you’re upside down, leans in to pant against your mouth as he moans, drool slipping from his tongue and down onto your own as you sigh in bliss, Katsuki sighing too beneath you when you clamp down around him.
“That gender bend quirk you mentioned earlier was hot, too.” Eijirou whispers, pushes your head back forward so you can swallow his spit. He hooks his chin over your shoulder again, speaks directly into your ear as he presses wet kisses against your cheek.
“Just look at him.” He moans into your hair, dips down to bite your neck before becoming cheek to cheek with you again. “Can you imagine him with even bigger tits? Some long hair, a sweet little pussy to complete the whole look?”
You have to start swiping at your clit with your fingers from how hard it twitches. You feel yourself clench even tighter, the imagery of a female Katsuki doing wonders to help your orgasm speed itself along. By the harsh panting of Kirishima’s breath against your cheek, you know that he’s not faring any better.
“Would you get jealous if I fucked his hole before yours?” He chuckled in your ear, biting softly when you growled back at him, reaching to tug at his hair roughly.
“No, I’d get my strap and fuck him first.” You bite out. It gets you the intended affect though, Kiri doubling over as he starts murmuring how he’s about to cum.
“Fuck, kiss him, kiss him, now, do it now!” Eijirou grits out through sharpened teeth, pulls back from over your shoulder to hold on even tighter to Katsuki. He pulls his hips back with every thrusts, you slamming your own hips down, swiping at your clit over and over until you feel like you’re teetering over the edge. You already know what can push you over.
You plant your hands beside Katsuki’s head, caging his sleeping form in, as you feel his cock twitch, feel his balls pulling up toward his body, signaling his own orgasm. You lean in slowly, eyes fluttering, as you bring your lips to his. With no further hesitation do you kiss him, soft and sweet on the mouth, not letting up until you feel his plush lips kissing back.
When you pull back, you see hazy red eyes that cross and roll up into his head. Katsuki opens his mouth to speak, but his words are garbled from how you and Kiri pick up your paces.
“Wha’ the fu—” He’s cut off, winded, when Kirishima slams inside of him so hard, that it makes Katsuki burst inside of you.You reach your own orgasm, your clit pulsing from where you swipe at it, the three of you coming in an almost synchronic song. Katsuki’s back arches off of the bed, hips bucking up into yours, back into Kiri’s, before he falls flat with the sweetest little whimper.
The three of you all lay there, panting and trying to catch your breath, Katsuki’s eyes closed before he suddenly snaps them open. He glares up at you and Kiri’s mirrored panting and smiling faces, his lip curling in a grit as he bucks up his hips while squeezing his hole as tight as he can. It makes the both of you falter, holding onto each other for dear life as Katsuki sneers up at you.
“Both of you horny fucks are gonna fuckin’ get it.”