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“You have got to be fucking joking.”

Ochako looked up from her conversation with Kirishima as they were headed back to the cabin they all bunked at for the shared mission. She and the redhead had gotten excited at the sight of wild raspberries around the camp that they hadn’t noticed on their trek out.

The wreck before them was unexpected.

Chunks of wood littered the ground, the door splintered and hanging off its hinges like a skeleton left at a crossroads to warn passing travelers of danger. Pops of color and insulation from torn sleeping bags were strewn all over the floor of the inside from what she could see.

As a unit they stopped, completely silent, and dropped into ready positions. They were tired from a day of training, drenched from water rescue exercises and filthy from crawling through mud and being thrown around by a hero named Rock Slide. After three years of rigorous training with the two idiots at her side, Ochako thought she’d gotten over getting sick from overuse of her quirk. But Rock Slide had a seemingly endless supply of boulders to heave at them and Ochako had lifted them all to keep her team from being crushed.

The teachers had had to teleport in a quirk user who sent objects to another realm because if she had dropped the rubble it would have exploded into a crater. At least, that was what she’d been told after she regained consciousness. The boys had stayed by her side, Bakugou administering first aid before he and Kirishima defended her and the rescue dummies from incoming attacks.

Who knew what awaited them now?

For a moment there was quiet, just the natural sounds of the high pine forest around them. Then the hothead to her right snapped his last tether and let loose several small explosions.

“You get your fucking ass out here or I’ll blow the roof off the cabin and you with it!”

More explosions crackled ominously in his palms. Then there was a rustle of movement, some large lumbering force inside casting long shadows across the wood plank floors. As one they tensed, rocking forward on the balls of their feet to spring into an attack.

There were some snuffling noises, a sneeze. And a massive bear ambled out of the corpse of the cabin, rolled it’s huge head in their direction, and then casually clambered off the porch and back into the brush of the forest. 

“Was that, uh, training?” Kirishima asked from her left. “Should we have done something?” He dragged a hand over the back of his neck, squeezing tense muscles that highlighted the physique he’d sculpted for the past few years. “Shouldn’t bears be asleep now or something?”

Ochako shook her head. “Hibernation doesn’t mean they sleep all winter. Their metabolism drops and they aren’t very active but they still get around. Mammals do, anyway.” Her eyes were still trained in the direction the bear had gone off to while Bakugou took long strides to the cabin, hands outstretched and ready for any other wildlife surprises.

Kirishima gaped. “You’re kidding me.”

“Upsetting, right? My entire childhood was a lie,” Ochako said with a little laugh. “Is it clear, Bakugou?”

The sound of something being kicked sounded from inside their cabin. “Yeah, fucking clear.”

Ochako traded a glance with the giant redhead at her side before they let themselves relax and approach the decidedly angry blond inside. The mess was even worse than it had appeared from the tree line. Bakugou and Kirishima’s bunks looked like a massacre had taken place. The simple foam mattresses were nothing more than sad chunks on the floor, nearly unrecognizable shreds remaining of their sleeping bags and simple inflatable pillows.

Looking up, Ochako heaved a sigh of relief. The foodstuffs were still tucked up in the loft where her own sleeping space had apparently been spared from the bear since she’d retracted the ladder when they’d left this morning. But everywhere else was a hell of a mess. 

One of the small windows just inside the door had been broken and shards of glass had shattered across the floor. The propane camp stove had been knocked over but looked like it may have otherwise survived the ordeal, along with the large cast iron kettle that was a fixture in these old cabins for boiling water.

Ochako‘s eyes slid to the side, watching Bakugou toss his gloves onto the carcass of his bunk and drag his hands down his face. “A villain would have been better. Then I could have fucking killed someone.”

Kirishima coughed. “I’ll get the water boiling. We all need to bathe. How about you two start the cleanup and I’ll get the shower bags ready?”

“Whatever,” Bakugou grouched, kicking at the foam on the floor once only to watch it swirl around his feet.

“Thanks, Kiri,” Ochako said, setting a hand on her friend’s thick forearm. His red eyes flicked to hers, searching, and lit with something mildly predatory before he flashed a smile at her. “You got it, ‘Chako.” He flexed his bicep and it took all of her remaining strength not to swoon.

Kirishima had the kind of muscles that were threaded with raised veins, and she didn’t know why she found that so attractive but she did. And anytime he engaged his arms, his chest inevitably tensed as well, delineating the sculpted perfection of his exposed pecs and abdominals, the latissimus dorsi of his sides, the devastating v-shaped cut of his Adonis belt that disappeared into his waistline…

“Oi, Round Face. We don’t have all day. Go find a rock so we can bar the fucking door overnight.”

Ochako caught the look Bakugou threw at her and knew she’d been caught staring. But where else was she supposed to look? Bakugou’s body was just as diverting, only a little more sleekly muscled and without Kirishima’s towering height or bare skin on display. What she wouldn’t give to leave teeth marks on his shoulders.

Sighing, Ochako flexed and clenched her hands and headed back outside to find something suitably sized enough to keep another curious bear out. It wouldn’t do anything about the cold air that would come rushing through as soon as the sun went down and it hit her suddenly that her sleeping area and accoutrements were the only ones that had survived the ordeal. 

She tripped over her own feet and activated her quirk on herself reflexively to avoid an outright fall.

One bed .

It was all at once thrilling and anxiety-inducing. Every girl read some novel or erotica or fanfic that included the trope—which inevitably led to fooling around, at the very least—but she didn’t think it actually happened .

The Class A girls would lose their ever-living shit when she reported back to them on how the training mission went.

Ochako told herself to snap out of it. Her raging fantasies never bothered to take into account that her two favorite partners were a thing and nothing indicated that was going to change anytime soon. She slapped her hands against her cheeks for extra emphasis and looked around for something that was big enough to keep a bear out but hopefully not so big that she’d pass out again.

She was exhausted and she’d gone way over her normal quirk usage today. But U.A.’s motto was to go beyond, right? So that’s what she’d done. Sometimes pros had to work around the clock for days if the scenario was bad enough and Ochako wanted to be able to handle that level of stress.

A little to the north of the cabin she eyed a big rock. What she could see looked like it would do the trick but she had no idea how much of it was underground. Could be much bigger than it looked.

Gritting her teeth, Ochako settled her palms on the stone and completely negated its gravity. It flew upward so fast it knocked branches off the trees and she had to adjust, letting the earth pull it back down in increments until it hovered a few feet off the ground. Based on a quick examination of its size, she guessed it weighed at least a ton and a half. Possibly two.

Sweating, Ochako extended the capture whips from her gauntlets and pulled the monolith behind her. 

It felt like hours, her every step like she, herself, was going to sink down to the earth’s crust. A little whimper escaped her and she stumbled when Kiri surprised her with his shout of, “Shower bags are ready!” when he rounded the side of the cabin. 

Bakugou came to the ruined doorway, clearly aggravated. “Why you gotta shout, Shitty H—oh fuck, Cheeks.”

Well, that answered the question of how good she looked at the moment. She stumbled again and the guys rushed forward but she gnashed her teeth.

“I’ve fucking got it,” she growled.

They stopped, shocked. And why wouldn’t they be? Despite her ease at being around foul-mouthed gremlins on a regular basis, Ochako didn’t really curse hardly at all.

Both Bakugou and Kirishima backed to either side to give her room and she gave one final heave to drop the boulder onto the deck. It crunched right through the wood like toothpicks but she couldn’t give a good goddamn. Her legs collapsed beneath her and she let her head fall back to look up at the sky.

“That’s our girl,” Kirishima said, crouching down next to her, his eyes crinkling from how big his smile was.

Bakugou remained standing but she saw him crack a smile. “Badass.”

She sighed. “Yeah, I am.”

The only problem was, she had no idea how she was going to stand to get back around to the rear of the cabin to wash herself.

Kiri took the decision into his own hands, scooping her up into his big arms, one hooked under her knees and the other behind her shoulder blades. “I got you, ‘Chako.”

Ochako was too tired to fight how she let her face roll right into the redhead’s pectoral muscle, which was caked with dried mud. She didn’t care, she was equally filthy. What she was, however, was surprised at how the muscle felt under her cheek. She just assumed he’d be hard all the time but he was—

“Comfy,” she mumbled.

He laughed. “Uh, thanks. That’s a new one for me.”

There was a tired-looking wooden bench around back that Kiri set her on gently, a hand outstretched in case she wobbled to one side or the other. It was frankly a miracle that she didn’t. She startled when Bakugou jumped out of the large window a few feet away. Why… ?

Oh. She hadn’t thought of that. The cabin only had one door. It was older, after all. Built way before all those building codes that required at least two ingress/egress points. She eyed Kiri appraisingly.

“I’ll fit, he said with another easy laugh. “I tested them when we first got here, just in case.”

Of course he did.

Bakugou tossed down a small pink bag covered in large blue polka dots and little yellow chickens. (It didn’t match any of her other pack gear in the least but she’d found it in the clearance bin, practically free.) It was filled with all of her toiletries. A pile of clothes followed. It looked like her sweat pants, a cami, and an oversized hoody. 

She turned her gaze up at the scowling blond. “Thank you.”

He clicked his teeth. “Like you’re in any shape to get them yourself. I didn’t go digging through your fucking underwear so you’ll have to get those yourself when you’re done.” A faint pink dusted the tips of his ears and that just made Ochako smile bigger at him. Once you got past the prickly exterior, followed by several more prickly layers, Bakugou was surprisingly sweet. As long as you didn’t call him on it.

But she had been working alongside him for too long to let him get away with it without saying something. “Big softy.”

“Fuck you.” He crossed his arms. “Well?”

“Well, what?” she parroted.

A devilish eyebrow lifted. “Need some help washing your back?”

He was such a shit.

“Actually, I could use some help with the zipper of my suit,” she said as she stood, placing a hand (except her lifted pinky) to the exterior of the cabin for help.

“I got you,” Kirishima said from behind. He pushed her hair forward over her shoulder to find and release the clasp that secured her suit at the base of her neck. The slow glide of the fastener coming undone made her gulp and her eyes found Bakugou’s. His stare was full of something like anger with his brows lowered and eyes on fire, but was missing that outright hostility.

A knuckle brushed against a spot to the left of her spine and she gave a small ‘eep!’ in reaction. “Pretty angry scar here. What’s this one from?” Kiri asked.

“That, uh,” she swallowed, her mouth feeling overwhelmingly dry all of a sudden. “The lady with the harpy quirk in the middle of last year. There’s a pretty crescent moon of them if you pull my suit to the side where she had her talons in me.”

Friends and coworkers showed each other their battle scars. This was totally normal. After all, the redhead flicked her hair and grabbed her hand and hauled her around by her waist in battle all the time. This touch shouldn’t be any different.

But his roughened fingertips made her eyes flutter and she fought down whatever sound threatened to come out of her throat. She was overreacting and she had to get herself under control.

“I really need that shower before the water cools off, and you guys do, too.” Hopefully her voice was as flippant and unaffected as she wanted it to be. “The quicker I can wash up, the sooner you can do the same.”

“Right.”

Oh, god, Kiri’s voice seemed like it was right next to her ear and it made her bite her lip as little trembles skittered down her neck and across her shoulders. Yeah, she was in trouble.

Bakugou hadn’t let up on that hard glare but he finally released her from the weight of it by turning and climbing back into the cabin through the window. 

Kiri swept her hair over her shoulder once more, the backs of his fingers brushing her skin fleetingly. “Just knock on the window when you’re done. Okay?”

She let one side of her mouth hike up into a grin. “Will do.”

He squeezed her shoulder in his big palm and hefted himself up and over the windowsill, the movement effortless even after a day of nonstop battle. Ochako wanted to rub her hands over her face but they were covered in grime, lines of dirt darkening the undersides of her unpolished nails.

Stripping down unselfconsciously, a groan betraying how sore her body actually was, Ochako pulled the nozzle free from the large insulated bladder and sighed when still-warm water cascaded down on her. Once she was doused, she secured it again to conserve water, soaped up her body, and shampooed her hair. She rinsed and repeated the process once more before she ran a comb through her hair after smoothing in some conditioner and washed her face. One last rinse, using every drop of water remaining in the hanging bag, and Ochako finally felt like a human being again.

There was a conspicuous absence of a towel and she didn’t want to call either of the guys for one so she opted to use her cami instead. Once she’d pulled on her hoody and sweats, she rolled her suit, sweaty undergarments, and camisole up and grabbed her toiletry bag. After brief use of the nearby outhouse that, blessedly, had running water, she knocked on the cabin’s window which brought Kiri promptly into her line of vision.

“Kat is boiling some more water for our suits,” he told her as he climbed out. “Want a boost?”

Her feminist values wanted to say, No, I’m good, but her tired body had her saying, “God, yes.”

Turning so that she faced him, he caught her by her hips and lifted her without a grunt of effort and set her on the sill. Her legs had parted and he stood between them, his hands having drifted down to the outside of her knees. And the wake of fire on her skin that his hands left made something in her lower belly tighten.

“Sorry we forgot to grab you a towel. Kat didn’t realize until after we heard the water going,” he apologized. His hands hadn’t lifted away from her, now clamped around her calves and apparently taking her brain functionality with them. 

Quieter than she meant to, she said, “I figured something out.”

His voice dropped an octave. “I’ll bet. Guess you won’t be able to wear that undershirt tonight.”

Ohmygod, what was he saying? He was flirting with her. Mister I-only-have-eyes-for-Lord-Explosion-Murder-God.

“Kiri—” she hedged.

He squeezed her calves. “It’s okay. He knows I’m into you, too.”

This was too much.

Ochako pulled away and twisted herself into the cabin, first one leg and then the other, using her core to stabilize herself since her hands were full. “I, um. Enjoy your shower.”

Could she sound more idiotic? She turned her back and shuffled into the cabin without waiting for his reply or looking at his reaction. No wonder Bakugou had looked the way he had earlier.

She didn’t want to come between them. That wasn’t the kind of person she was. And she definitely didn’t want to affect their dynamic as a team. They worked so well together. They’d even tossed around the idea of starting their own agency after they all had a few years of pro work under their belts. She’d asked Hawks how he’d started out so early during one of their patrols and it would be hard work but they could do it. Together .

But how could that work out if she became some sort of unwitting element in a love triangle?

The cabin was already shockingly clean and she found Bakugou folding what clothing hadn’t been shredded into tight bundles. He looked up at her.

“The sleeping bags are toast. You brought a space blanket with you, right?” 

The thin silvery plastic sheet that looked like lightweight foil was indeed tucked into her pack. Originally used for thermal control on spacecraft, it had become popular with campers and hikers as an emergency means of maintaining body heat. She never thought she’d actually need it but she was a chronic over-packer. And space stuff was cool.

Ochako nodded and Bakugou held one hand up to grasp his opposite shoulder and rotated it at the joint, grunting. “At least one thing went right. It’s gonna be cold tonight and we’re down to fucking body heat, your sleeping bag, and the space blanket.”

“So I’ll have to deal with your snoring on a close and personal level? Great,” she deadpanned.

“You talk in your sleep, Round Face.”

Ohmygod, did she really? “I do not!”

“You mumble,” Kiri said from behind her, making her jump. He came around her side, rubbing a towel over his hair in nothing more than grey sweats and bare skin. The hair he’d grown out long enough to require putting it in a ponytail hung loose on his skin and Ochako had an irrational urge to touch it. “But Kat here is the resident talker.”

“Fuck you, Hair for Brains.”

Kiri just smiled. “Shower’s all yours.”

Bakugou grabbed a pile of clothes, a towel, and his shower bag and stomped to the window.

“Don’t avoid me, ‘Chako. I just want to talk,” the redhead said softly.

Ochako whirled, an angry whisper on her lips. “You can’t put me between the two of you like that.”

Kirishima blinked. “But that’s where we want you.”

She raised a finger in retort and froze. Wait, we ?

Kiri reached around her shoulders to flip the hood of her sweatshirt right-side-out but let his hands linger there in a pseudo embrace. “We’re both stupid for you, you know?”

“Then why—” Ochako realized her voice had risen and dropped it back down to a harried breath. “Why is your boyfriend staring me down like I’m encroaching on his territory?” She poked her friend’s stupidly impressive chest.

Kiri sighed, rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder. “Because his methods of communication leave something to be desired.” He gestured to the kitchenette. “If you go grab the bone broth packets and teabags from the cooler I’ll get some warm liquids going for us.”

A rumble in the distance made them both look toward the broken window by the door. Thunder. Ochako and Kiri shared a tired glance and heard Bakugou curse wildly. If the cabin had had electricity, Ochako imagined the lights would have flickered ominously.

Seriously, what could this day throw at them next?

She was up and back down the ladder to the loft in moments but Kirishima had already rinsed all their hero suits out and hung them up to dry on wooden pegs that Ochako supposed were probably for coats. Luckily they were anti microbial and quick-drying or she would have loathed the thought of putting it back on in the morning.

She held out the pouches of the powdered broth mix as her friend was boiling a new pot of water. He reached to the side and shook a bottle at her.

“Look what I found.”

A nearly full bottle of vodka tipped back and forth in his hand and she watched the liquid as it moved from side to side. “Where in the world… ?”

“It was in this little hidey-hole under the pegs where our suits are. I elbowed a section of the wall and a plank just fell out onto the floor. This was inside.”

Stomping heralded Bakugou’s return into the cabin. “Already fucking raining and that shit is cold. I thought my balls were going to retract into my body.”

Ochako slow clapped. “You truly are a class act, Bakugou.”

He stopped when he saw the bottle Kiri was holding up. “What the fuck is that?”

“Not for you, that’s what,” Kiri said, setting the bottle down and pouring the water into two sets of cups, one for the broth and the other for the tea.

Bakugou roughly scrubbed his towel over his hair and squared up with the redhead who was taller than him by at least ten centimeters. “What do you mean, not for me ?”

Their bickering faded in Ochako’s mind as she let herself look over the blond’s gloriously bare back, packed with muscle that bunched and moved as he argued with his boyfriend. The man couldn’t be still when his mouth was moving, his body always in some sort of motion.

Unlike Kiri, who was a wide slab of power, Bakugou had wide shoulders that tapered into a narrow waist. And she could see the dimples at the base of his spine that made her want to dip her thumbs into them and rub herself all along him like a cat.

To gaze at the two men together was more than her ovaries could handle. A breath of space separated them while Kirishima looked down into Bakugou’s snarling face and she suddenly wanted to see what they looked like when they kissed. Because while it was no secret that they were together, they were notoriously private about showing affection.

As Ochako backed herself up a few steps to settle herself on a low, wide rung of the ladder, she tucked her hands into the kangaroo pocket of her hoody as if to keep herself from reaching out to them. Even if she didn’t really know what she’d be reaching out for.

She shivered suddenly and curled her toes, realizing with a little bit of detachment that she was barefoot and the temperature in the cabin was dropping fairly quickly. And yet her two partners didn’t seem to be bothered by the chill, topless and equally barefoot as they were.

A little voice told her to go up to the loft and retrieve her wool socks but a louder voice demanded she stay as she watched the larger man reach up to wrap a big paw of a hand around the back of Bakugou’s neck and tug him close. She wished she could hear what he said when he dipped to whisper something in Bakugou’s ear because the blond’s spine straightened and he shivered.

Not a cold kind of shiver. It was the kind of shiver that signaled desire, instinctual and anticipatory. She recognized it because she felt an echoing tremor that sent goosebumps skittering over her skin and made her thighs clamp together.

If it was just her in the loft tonight, it was the kind of sensation that she would have wanted to chase with her fingers while inside her sleeping bag later where the boys wouldn’t hear the slick sounds of her touching herself.

Ochako blinked when Bakugou barked, “Cheeks, come get your fucking food.”

The thunder rolled through the darkened sky and the rain hitting the windows increased. As Kiri lit their lone propane lantern, she looked to the side to see the broken window letting the uninvited weather guest in to pool on the floor. Bakugou cursed. They didn’t exactly have anything to cover the broken pane with. 

Gods, her body ached. She needed to eat but she also needed to not move.

When she watched Kiri pour a generous splash of vodka into her tea, she pushed herself up. He poured some into his own cup and, after a growl from his boyfriend, a little into Bakugou’s.

“Ei, I fucking swear—”

“You’re a sloppy lush,” Kiri said without giving into Bakugou’s obvious demand for more. “Get all this down first and maybe you can have some more.”

Ochako wrapped her hand around the metal camp mug of soup first, watching their interplay. If she didn’t know any better, she would think that it was Kiri who called the shots in the relationship instead of Bakugou, as she’d always assumed. The truth of that role reversal set in when the blond grumbled but seemed to let the subject drop as he grabbed both of his mugs and went to sit on the bare bones of his bunk.

Ochako joined him, sitting on one side and Kiri sitting on the other. The soup went down quick and easy and she was gulping down the tea, relishing the hot sting of the alcohol as it hit the back of her throat.

Kiri chuckled. “Needed that, did you?”

“I earned it today,” she corrected him.

“Damn straight you did,” Bakugou said with a loud ‘ pah ’ as he finished off both of his cups, too. “Scared the fuck out of the teachers when you were holding a fucking mountain over their heads. Wish I could have recorded it.”

He rolled to his feet and collected Ochako’s mugs from where she had loosely wrapped her fingers around the handles instead of setting them down. When he came back from the cook stove, he was holding the neck of the vodka bottle in his hand.

“Kat—”

In clear defiance of whatever Kiri was going to say, Bakugou unscrewed the lid and tipped the bottle back, taking several large swallows. He winced when he lowered it from his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before holding it out to Ochako.

She accepted the bottle, feeling a little rebellious herself, but took a smaller drink. Her eyes watered and she coughed a little, but another sip followed before she held it out in the space between both of the boys, not entirely sure who to hand it to. Kirishima folded his arms which Bakugou took as a sign to take the bottle back for another swig.

“You know how you get,” the redhead said softly.

Even though her head was a little swimmy, Ochako’s drooping eyes moved back and forth to try and understand the insinuation. Bakugou waved the bottle instead of his hand at his boyfriend. “’m celebrating.”

Kiri quirked an eyebrow and it made Ochako giggle. Oh, she was definitely feeling the effects of the vodka now. The tipsy giggles were setting in.

“Celebrating?” Kiri parroted.

“’course I am.” Bakugou took another drink and passed it back to Ochako, who grabbed it with both hands because she didn’t trust herself not to drop it. “We’re fucking—” He wobbled just a little and then righted himself. “—fucking great together. Gonna fuck some villains up. Gonna fuck—”

This time he did sway and Kiri stood from the bunk and gripped the blond’s elbow to right him.

Ochako considered the small amount of vodka left in the bottle. It would be silly to leave what could only be a shot’s-worth for the cabin’s next occupants. She tipped it up and savored the burn with the last two swallows, licking her lips to catch the little that had escaped with her tongue.

A little sloppy, but that was okay.

She blinked as if in slow motion and Bakugou materialized, filling her vision as he leaned down into her space. His hand pressed against her mouth and drifted down, rubbing away some vodka that had dribbled down her chin.

“Pretty,” he said, crimson eyes glassy and pinched at the corners from a rare smile.

That made her grin. She liked being called pretty. “You, too.” She smiled up at him. Red color caught her peripheral attention and she craned her neck at her very tall friend. “I love your hair.” She giggled again. “Is it soft?”

Bakugou purred as he got on his knees and wrapped his arms around her middle to rub his face where her belly was hidden beneath her hoody. “He’s sof’,” Bakugou slurred. “Feels real good to touch when he’s suckin’ cock.”

Ochako giggled even as she felt her insides clench on nothing, wanting to be filled. She knew she was tipsy but it felt so nice and Bakugou was warm and strong.

Her eyes drifted to Kirishima again, whose mouth had quirked up wryly. “What am I going to do with the two of you,” he said, though it didn’t sound like a question.

Ochako squeezed her eyes shut as though that would help with how wobbly she felt and then looked down. “My toes are cold.” She’d been thinking that earlier, hadn’t she?

“Stay here,” Kiri said. “I’ll fix up the bunk.”

That was nice. Kiri was nice. And nice to look at. She petted Bakugou’s hair absently, liking the shorter length and the undercut he had recently begun to sport. Her fingers wrapped around the longer strands and she realized there was still enough to tug on.

Arousal began to slowly trickle between the lips of her sex when Bakugou made a low sound as he slipped toward her lap. “ Mmmn . Fuckin’ pull onnit.”

She did. It only made sense. Why wouldn’t she?

Somehow she went from rhythmically tugging on his hair to crouching at the end of her bunk while Kiri wrestled Bakugou up the stairs and then retracted the ladder. She swayed a little and then bit her lip as she watched Bakugou bite into the redhead’s bicep.

“You give it to me, Ei.”

Kiri looked at Ochako over the top of Bakugou’s head. “Not the time for it, Kat.”

Bakugou’s hand sank into Kiri’s sweats and Ochako swallowed as his hand began to move under the fabric rhythmically.

“Sure?” Bakugou mumbled. “Cheeks tugged on m’hair and I can tug on your dick.”

“Maybe in the morning,” Kiri said, and Ochako, even in her inebriated state, recognized a passifying remark when she heard it. Bakugou whined and dropped his face into the middle of Kiri’s chest. “And besides,” Kiri added, “we’ve got to keep Ochako warm tonight, right?”

Bakugou spun and looked at her, wide-eyed, needing to catch himself on his hands from moving so fast. His brow furrowed only briefly before he seemed to get his bearings back. “Yeah,” he agreed, crawling toward her. “Gotta keep her warm.”

Ochako couldn’t afford one of those nice mummy bags. Hers was one of those older rectangular affairs that could unzip all the way to lay flat like a blanket. And that was what Kiri had done, spreading it across the foam pad that served as a mattress. It was larger than the ones the bear had shredded, perhaps the size of a queen bed since the loft had the space for it. But it would still be a very snug fit with the exceptionally large males on either side of her.

Bakugou tugged Ochako’s back to his front, slinging an arm around her middle and a leg over hers. The touch ignited more warmth low in her belly that she couldn’t blame on the alcohol. “But there’s not enough room for Kiri,” she protested.

Kiri was rummaging around in her pack, emerging with a pair of socks that he rolled onto her feet. They instantly felt warmer encased in the wool. “I’ll fit. If I roll off the edge I'll just crawl right back on. I did roll up one of your other hoodies to use as a pillow though.”

Ochako scrunched her nose. “Why?”

He bent low over her to bump the tip of his nose against hers. “I like the way yours smell so sweet.”

Oh. Well that was okay, she supposed.

She held a hand out for him as he shook out the space blanket to drape it over the three of them, then scooted as close to her as he could until her forearm lay flat against his chest, her hand firmly locked in his.

Bakugou was already softly snoring into her hair and her eyes drooped further. “Night, Kiri. Love you.”

She didn’t notice the startled look that crossed his face as she drifted off.

~ ~ ~

Ochako woke in degrees. Kiri had left the lantern on low enough to cast shadows in the loft. It wasn’t the light that had roused her, though. It was what too much alcohol inevitably brought out in her.

Horny. She was so horny.

Kiri had rolled away from her at some point, sprawled out on his back half-on and half-off the mattress, limbs splayed, the sounds of his breathing drowned out by the continuing rain on the roof. But Bakugou was plastered along her back and he had an erection that ran up along her spine. The pressure of it, combined with how his arms had ensnared her like tentacles, made heat pool between her legs.

Stupid fucking bear. She could have humped something in her sleeping bag and gone back to sleep if she was alone. But she wasn’t.

She reached behind her to push at the sleeping blond and he melted away from her, rolling onto his back, the erection still tenting his sweats. It looked good. He looked good, skin golden in the low light, his nipples tight points from the chill in the air.

But it was that male part of him arcing up that drew her gaze, her undivided attention. It made her ache more acutely and an absolutely mad idea crossed her mind. She’d felt how firm it was against her back, even through his bottoms and her sweatshirt.

And now she could think of nothing except how firm it would feel to ride it.

Ochako pushed herself to a seated position and got onto her hands and knees, wobbling a little. Damn vodka. No more drinkies for her.

She giggled.

The more she thought of it, the more it made sense. It was his fault. Him and that bear. But the bear hadn’t had a thick cock up against her back when all she wanted was to come.

Because that would be weird. Mina was the one into monsterfucking porn.

She slung a leg over his waist, steadying herself with a hand on the foam pad. Still-tipsy Ochako-brain was exceptionally decisive so she spread her knees a little wider and let herself sink down.

She couldn’t feel the heat of him but his length and girth fit almost exactly where she needed. Ochako slid her fingers into her pants to spread the lips of her pussy until the seam of her sweats could press against her clit and run through her entire cleft. She was already wet, her body excited just at the idea of what she was doing.

With an experimental roll of her hips, she tested her seat atop Bakugou. His cock pulsed beneath her and it felt so good that she did it again.

And again.

He didn’t wake up.

Soon, she was rocking, bent over with her hands on either side of Katsuki’s ribs on the bed, bearing down for more pressure. Her bottom lip was caught in her teeth as she kept herself quiet, chasing the feeling of his cock sliding back and forth against her clothed pussy.

Her sweats were drenched with slick and her clit was swollen but something was off. She didn’t feel like she was getting close to a climax despite her body’s obvious readiness for one.

When Bakugou murmured, “—chako, fuck me,” she froze. But he remained asleep. “ Ei —”

“Told you he talked in his sleep.”

If Ochako had been frozen before, now she was encased in carbonite. Slowly, so slowly, she looked over her shoulder.

Kirishima lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, his other hand moving beneath the waist of his pants. Ochako released her lower lip on a gasp but otherwise couldn’t find her words or force herself to move.

Below her, Bakugou’s hips moved beneath her own and he gave a whimper. “S’good.”

“Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl, Ochako,” Kiri continued in a soft conversational tone. “By all means, continue. You must really need this.”

Her lashes fluttered as Katsuki bucked beneath her again and she leaned down again to give several rough rocking motions. But still the build to her orgasm eluded her.

Shadows moved and then Kiri was there behind her, rubbing up and down her arms over her sweatshirt. He bent over and she felt his hot breath on the back of her ear. “Want some help?”

“Th-this is wrong,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have—”

But Kiri shushed her with a kiss to her temple. “Kat loves to be fucked awake.”

That made her shiver. Her body swayed back into his warm, broad chest and his big hands slid forward to rest on the tops of her thighs.

“He loves waking up with me deep in his ass. And he cries , Ochako. He cries when it feels too good. It’s the hottest fucking thing and I want you to give him those tears.” He moved behind her to her other side so that he could kiss her opposing temple. “I want to hear him wake up and beg for you to sink that gorgeous little cunt down on his cock. I want you to hear him beg you to come.”

“Kiri,” she whispered.

His teeth scraped her earlobe from behind. “I want you to call me Eijirou, naughty girl. And when he wakes up, you need to call our sweet boy by his first name, too.”

Ochako rocked forward and dragged her pussy over Katsuki’s— ohmygod, she was going to call him Katsuki —cock, then dragged herself back until her ass met Eijirou’s pelvis.

Another thick erection was there to greet her.

She gave a frustrated little mewl. “I can’t get there, Kir—I mean. Um. Heh. Eijirou.” Her cheeks filled with heat. It was so intimate. She’d never called any of her previous sexual partners by their given names and now she was supposed to just flip the switch for her two favorite people in the world?

Eijirou hummed. “You trust me?”

She turned her head so that she could nuzzle his cheek. “With my life.”

The sound he made rumbled along her back as he took her by the hips and lifted her. She took the hint, pulling herself up and away from Katsuki’s length. Eijirou reached between her legs from behind and eased Katsuki’s sweats down until his cock and balls were exposed to the air. The sleeping blond made an unhappy noise. It was still chilly, after all.

Ochako heard the telltale sound of Eijirou activating his quirk and then felt him tearing her pants open at the crotch.

Sober Ochako would have balked at how she now had to buy a replacement pair but Tipsy Ochako giggled, “Easy access,” wiggling as the cold air hit her exposed clit.

Then Eijirou’s hands were back on her hips and she widened her knees again until her bare pussy spread around Katsuki’s girth. The liquid sound in the dark of her dripping pussy making contact with the heat of Katsuki’s cock made her arch her back.

She sighed. “It feels—”

“Rock yourself on him for me, ‘Chako. Get our crybaby nice and wet. Let’s see if that will wake him up.”

Setting a hand on her lower belly, Eijirou pressed until his front was plastered to her back, and then began to roll his hips, forcing her into movement. Each shift forward pressed Eijirou’s cock in between her ass cheeks and that made her think of all manner of ways she could be shared between these men.

Her exhales got louder.

“There you go,” Eijirou crooned. “That’s nice, isn’t it? Make sure you get his tip to catch on your perfect little clit. That’s my girl.”

Ochako’s hips hiccupped in little motions that spread her juices up and down Katsuki’s unbearably warm cock. She wanted to feel him inside. She wanted to fuck him awake like Eijirou had said.

“I w-want him,” she whispered into Eijirou’s ear.

He hummed and kissed her neck. “Do you?”

“Mmmm yes ,” she gasped as her clit caught the edge of the cock head beneath her. “Inside me. I want him inside . Filling me up.”

“And me?” His kisses were too soft for the dirty moment. Did he know what he was doing to her?

Ochako stilled her hips so that she could turn her head, her liquid heat slipping down around the lips of her sex and Katsuki’s cock. Reaching up behind her, she sank her fingers into Eijirou’s sleep-wild hair. It was soft.

His mouth and hers were a breath apart so that when she said, “In my ass,” it made their lips brush.

Eijirou snarled, a big hand snaking up to encircle her throat from the front while the other slid up under her hoody to palm a bare breast. “Little girl,” he said against her lips, “you don’t know what you just did.”

She licked at him, barely catching his upper lip with the swipe. “Both of you. Deep . Makin’ me scream.”

“Holy shit,” Eijirou cursed. The hand under her sweatshirt drifted down her belly and around her side, then down her back until he squeezed one of her asscheeks. “You ever been fucked back here before, baby?” He licked back at her, a teasing flick and no more.

Ochako hummed. “Inasa was really concerned about pregnancy so that’s all we did.” She exhaled roughly into Eijirou’s mouth when he slid his fingers down, bypassing the area they were discussing to dip into her juices.

“God damn , sweetheart. You could handle that horsecock of his?”

She nipped his chin. “I begged for it.”

“ Fuck! ” he yelled at the ceiling, catching Ochako by surprise and half-waking the blond between her legs. “I didn’t bring condoms or lube, honey.” He kissed her neck fervently. “God, I want to fuck you.”

“’s lube in m’pack,” Katsuki said with a few slo-mo blinks. “Wanted you t’ fuck me over a tree or somethin’.”

Ochako slid her hips forward and back, juices squelching on Katsuki’s length and he blinked faster, shaking his head a little. He arched his back and gave a little whine.

“Wha’s goin’ on? Feels goo —oh, Jesus.” His hips pumped a few more times and Ochako felt his cock jerk beneath her before cum splattered up his abdominals.

The sight almost made her cry and she couldn’t hide her sniffles.

“Cheeks?!” Bakugou looked awake now and his eyes kept traveling from her face to where her bare pussy was wrapped around him, to her face, and back to her pussy.

Crushing arms wrapped around her from behind, more kisses planted against the skin of her neck. “‘Chako, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

She rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palm. “I just wanted to come,” she cried.

Eijirou swept her hair out of the way. “Who said you couldn’t?”

She sought his gaze in the dark. “But he’s already done.”

A chuckle in her ear chased down one side of her body and back up the other. “He’s still hard under you, isn’t he?”

Was he? Ochako gave an experimental twist of her hips and Katsuki gasped, reaching down to clamp on the tops of her knees.

“Too sen—,” he wheezed. “Too sensitive , fuck!”

His squirming beneath her made her pant, the tracks of her tears still wet on her cheeks.

“Don’t stop,” Eijirou coached. “Just like before. Especially on his head. That made your little clit feel good, didn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she whispered back, sliding forward in her own juices until she was using the flare of Katsuki’s cock to flick her clit back and forth.

“Good girl,” Eijirou said, his hips beginning to follow her rhythm again. And the feeling of his cock along her back reignited the fire that had dwindled. She was so empty .

Katsuki whined but thrusted into Ochako’s motions, his body willing but mind indecisive as he trembled. “Don’ wake me up if this isn’t real. Fuuuuck .” He sucked air between his teeth in a hiss. “Hurts so good, Ei.”

“Yeah? That pussy slicking you up?” Eijirou reached an arm down from around Ochako’s waist to grab one of Katsuki’s hands. “Want our girl to fuck you?” He bent low, forcing Ochako down toward the blond’s chest, and bit down hard on Baku—no, Katsuki’s—wrist.

Katsuki’s neck bowed back, tendons flexing there. “Shit, this is real? Is this fucking real?” The whimper returned as his hips swayed side to side, announcing how much liquid heat Ochako had smeared over his length. He made a pained sound.

Eijirou moved back to her ear, sitting them back up. “Hear that? Hear the tone of his voice?”

Ochako nodded but was too focused on the slowly building sharpness in her clit.

“ Hah . Fuck me. God, Cheeks, fuck me.” Another whine, this one a little deeper, emerged from his throat. “Need it. Need you .”

“We both do,” Eijirou agreed. “You want to ride him, sweet girl?”

Her eyes squeezed shut on a spasm that teased her building release. “ Nnnnyes ,” she purred.

“Want me to grab a condom?”

She let her head fall back against his chest. “Not for my pussy, unless the two of you aren’t clean.”

Katsuki’s palms had drifted up to her clothed hips where he was trying to guide her pace. “We’re fucking clean,” he gritted through his teeth.

Ochako could see how furrowed his brow was, how he was sweating despite the chill. She thought she saw a tear escape the corner of one eye but it could have been a trick of the light.

But he’d said what she needed to know. With hands that shouldn’t have been as coordinated as they were, she reached below her to cup the head of Katsuki’s cock, deeply arched her back before a downstroke, and guided him inside as slow as she could.

She savored his girth, how she had to adjust her angle so that he could move deeper into her. Once she had sunk him all the way inside her, pelvis to pelvis, the soft sensation of his swollen balls beneath her, she was swamped with pleasure.

She gave a relieved wail at having that empty ache filled. A thin sheen of perspiration was gathering at her temples and Katsuki’s charcoal-and-sugar scent was filling her lungs, softening all of the carnality with sweetness. The space blanket was crinkled and abandoned somewhere but Ochako was in between two living heaters. Other than the occasional cool nip of air at her skin, she was almost too hot.

“Move,” Katsuki said, fingers digging into her hips.

Ochako hummed and swayed forward to press her fingers against his mouth, missing it the first time. “My turn. Shhhhh .” Then she sat back up and just clenched and unclenched around him, savoring the stretch and the heat of him inside.

Her back got a little cold and she vaguely realized Eijirou had disappeared but she was too busy tightening her pussy and lifting just an inch or two before dropping down.

Katsuki made a keening sound. “God dammit !”

Ochako did it again, slower, savoring every motion, listening to the wet sounds, catching the slight scent of their sex in the air. And the rain thrumming on the roof matched the heartbeat in her clit.

Then Eijirou’s heat was back and she heard a small tearing sound.

“You mean it when you said you wanted me in your ass?” he whispered.

Ochako shuddered, clamping down on the cock inside her and Katsuki exhaled with a sob.

“Please, fucking move .” Katsuki’s voice was as wobbly as his balance had been earlier and Ochako turned disbelieving eyes on his face, wet with tears.

“He’s crying,” she whispered. Oh, no, she wasn’t sure she liked that. She rocked forward until her chest pressed against Katsuki’s and began to kiss along his tear tracks.

“Don’t cry, Katsuki. Makes me sad,” she said with a soft press of her lips to his open, whimpering mouth. “Me n’ Eijirou, we can make it better.”

“Wanna come ,” Katsuki moaned into her mouth.

Ochako sucked on his bottom lip. “Me, too.” When she looked over her shoulder at the redhead, he was squeezing his condom-wrapped cock fiercely. She wiggled her butt at him. “Need you inside me, too, Eiji.”

Eijirou wiped his free hand over his mouth and chin. “You’re a dream come true, you know that?”

Katsuki was placing sloppy kisses all up and down Ochako’s neck as Eijirou grabbed hold of the torn seam of her sweats and ripped them open all the way to her waistband. She craned her neck to see him squirt lube into his palms and rub them together, warming it before setting his hands on her ass and slicking her up. He pressed his thumb into her a few times, testing her for a reaction, before sinking a little deeper.

Beneath her, Katsuki clenched his teeth. “I can—can feel him.”

Ochako kissed his brow while Eijirou removed his thumb and replaced it with two thick fingers, gently scissoring her open. She looked over her shoulder at him.

“I’m ready,” she whispered.

Red eyes found hers in the dark, a little startled. “‘Chako, I’m big, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

She wiggled her butt at him again. “Horsecock, remember? Just go slow ‘n I’ll be good.” Katsuki bit at her chin from below but she only had eyes for Eijirou. “Need you inside me.”

Eijirou cursed and slowly drew his fingers from her ass, wiping them on the flanel liner of her sleeping bag before generously coating his condom-wrapped cock with another pass of lubricant. Then he was there, pressing into her ass.

Ochako lost her breath for a minute before she remembered to let her body relax as he made his way slowly inside her. Cuddling down into Katsuki’s chest, feeling how his breath hiccupped against her, she let her hands drift over his exposed skin in slow sweeps as Eijirou made way for himself into her ass.

It was such a different feeling of fullness and, alongside Katsuki’s firm dick still throbbing in her pussy, she was overloading on sensation. She tilted her hips minutely to give Eijirou a slightly better angle and her clit scraped along the coarse trimmed hairs of Katsuki’s groin.

It sent her over. The sound she made was animalistic, her body clamped down on both cocks inside her, wanting more, wanting them gone, wanting to be fucked sideways. Her fingernails dug into Katsuki’s shoulders and she pressed her forehead between his pectorals, breath sobbing out of her.

Her ears picked up on hoarse groans and expletives and Katsuki shivering beneath her but her vision remained white and unforgiving as she gave another rock and sent the pleasure cascading through her again.

Eijirou’s hands were surely leaving deep bruises on her hips but he had stilled and slowly softened his grip, petting her ass and down the outsides of her thighs. “Almost embarrassed myself there, gorgeous,” he hummed.

“Wha—” Ochako stopped to gulp in air, turning her face to lay her cheek on Katsuki’s chest. “What’s embarrassing about having an orgasm?”

Katsuki gave a lamenting wail. “Stop talking and tell me I can come , you fucking sadists!”

Angling herself up only slightly, she looked down on Katsuki, who was actually sobbing now. “Why didn’t you—”

Her question was choked off because with one smooth push, Eijirou finally seated himself in her ass. The noise he made was one she wanted to hear for the rest of her life and the fullness, the depth he’d reached in her, threatened to send her mind reeling back to the stars.

“God damn , this is the most perfect ass I have ever—hnnngh, oh, squeeze me ‘Chako, right there , yeah—” Eijirou bent low over Ochako’s back to press kisses to the back of her head. “You’re amazing. You feel so good.” He pulled back and pushed in again, slow, steady, and so thick. She sighed and fell forward into Katsuki’s chest again. “There we go. You wanna tell Kat he can come, my little anal princess? He won’t, not until one of us gives him permission.”

Oh, that wasn’t fair at all. She took Katsuki’s face in her hands and pressed her lips to his as Eijirou pulled out and pushed back in again. All three of their breaths stuttered.

“Come for me, Katsuki,” she whispered.

Rather than the cry she expected, his jaw locked up and his entire body bucked beneath hers, tremoring almost violently. Tears poured from the corners of his eyes and she felt the warmth of his cum filling her up and then spilling out between them. She kissed his mouth open because he was holding his breath, his entire being focused inward on his release.

Eijirou didn’t wait for Katsuki to recover. He began moving faster, carefully, but with a snap of his hips that made Ochako’s teeth rattle. Beneath her, Katsuki started to scrabble, pushing at her, his crying back in full force.

“Ei, no, I can’t— fuck! —please don’t make me again…” When Eijirou only began to grind himself in Ochako’s depths, Katsuki turned his pleas on her. “Please, Cheeks, make him stop, it hurts— shit !” He bucked beneath her again and she felt another rush of warmth inside of her.

Even in a mildly inebriated state, Ochako knew it was impressive that he’d been hard this whole time and was able to come. Like, super impressive.

“He’s such a little pain slut,” Eijirou whispered in her ear. “He gets off on the overstimulation.” His face dropped into the shoulder of her sweatshirt as he drove deeper into her, loosing a rumbling growl that she could practically feel through the fabric. “You have no idea how long… I can’t believe you’re ours, Ochako.” He gave a sharp snap of his hips and his balls slapped against where Katsuki was still buried in her.

She turned her face to his and saw the crazed look in his eyes in the low light of the lantern. He freed a hand he’d planted in the foam mattress for stability to grab her jaw and guided their lips together. The kiss was sweet even as he fucked her like it wasn’t, breaths hard, but tongue cherishing as if he needed whatever flavor he found in her mouth in order to live.

The shock of slightly cool hands coasting under her hoody and over her belly to knead at her breasts made her break the kiss. She looked down at Katsuki who gave a minute thrust into her even though it made his face scrunch up with a hiss, his thumbs sweeping unhurriedly over her nipples while Eijirou continued to pound into her.

“That right, Cheeks? Are you ours? Can we— hnnnngh —have you?” His eyes were glassy with tears but they were clear, bright pinpricks of devouring red that demanded the truth from her.

She ducked her head, suddenly feeling shy. “I love you,” she whispered.

“Fuck!” Eijirou shouted from behind her. “Say it again!”

“Yeah, let’s he-hear it, Cheeks,” Katsuki stuttered as Eijirou began to thrust harder, jostling all three of them with the movement.

“I love you,” she said, only marginally louder.

“Again nnnnn !” Katsuki shouted, his fingers pinching at her nipples as Eijirou’s pace impossibly increased.

“I love you,” she said, braver, surrounded by their unvoiced feelings for her. “You’re mine!”

Ochako rocked forward to grab Katsuki’s hair and pull him to her for a feral kiss, teeth crushing lips and tongues a little sloppy. But the entire space between them was filled with moans and whimpers and ravenous consumption, her nails scraping his scalp and his palms squeezing her breasts a little too roughly.

She didn’t care.

Eijirou rocked back and dragged Ochako with him, away from Katsuki to wrap an arm carefully around her neck as he furiously ground himself into her. “I love you, too, Ochako,” he growled fervently.

A razor sharp cry ripped out of her throat at the overwhelming fullness she felt at this angle with both of their cocks buried inside her. Her mind went spinning when an insistent thumb—she didn’t know whose—found her clit among her soaked folds and tortured her with unforgiving pressure as it made orbits around the delicate flesh. Her body jerked and she knew she was about to be launched into more pleasure than she’d ever experienced before.

It scared her.

She shivered and whimpered and heard Katsuki grunt, “I love you more than he does,” as though he needed to compete in his declaration.

Her heart was full. Her mind was full. Her body was impossibly full.

Ochako broke.

Eijirou held her tight as her body tried to lash out, spasming and locking in waves while her existence was wiped from the face of the planet in order to make room for the amount of pleasure that coalesced inside her. Everything else—Eijirou’s tightening grip, his last few desperate thrusts and pained groan, Katsuki crying again as he used what little leverage he had to bury himself one last time—were all peripheral.

She deserved the sleep that dragged her into the undertow of unconsciousness.

~ ~ ~

God, her body ached.

E v e r y w h e r e.

Ochako wasn’t sure she’d been aware of the level her body could hurt both inside and outside. And she couldn’t even do anything about it as she held a veritable forest of damaged trees up with her in the air, ready to be loosed like missiles at the signal.

Last night had been…

Well, she didn’t even have the opportunity to try and chalk it up to some overly horny fantasy that Tipsy Ochako had conjured. Dawn had struck with vicious sunlight and the realization that she was buried by she-didn’t-know-how-many pounds of naked male flesh. It was a wonder she was alive.

With the first twitch to see if she could escape from the heavy tangle of limbs, she knew she was in for a world of agony. Her muscles were sore from training the day before, her head was pounding from the alcohol, and her insides felt like she’d been railed into several ridiculous orgasms by two cocks at the same time. Which, she had.

Not that she would take any of it back. Just, owie .

She was surprised to find that one of her hulking brutes had cleaned her up sometime after she’d passed out, which was nice since she had fully expected to wake up slathered in dried cum. But other than what would surely be several days of aching, there was no trace of the excess she had experienced during that late-night storm.

“Now, Cheeks!” Katsuki shouted into her earpiece. She saw one of his detonations at the tail end of his yell and let the trees fly, mowing into the spot where Rock Slide was.

Dirt and trees exploded and Ochako had to dodge the accompanying blast that sent shrapnel back in her direction. The plumes of dust and smoke that billowed into the air obscured her vision slightly so she activated her boots to propel her in a different direction. When she circled around upwind, she shot a fist into the air and then let herself drop soundlessly.

She slapped the quirk suppressing cuffs on Rock Slide and crowed. “Got him, guys! We win!”

Eijirou’s whooping and hollering followed by Katsuki’s grumble about how she’d stolen his capture rang through her helmet. They were on their way to her after she gave them her coordinates.

She looked down at the hero who was not only restrained but also knocked out cold and grinned. Yeah, she hurt like she’d never hurt before. But gods, this victory was sweet after days of trying to ‘capture’ their villain.

A sound lifted her out of her reverie and she turned to see Eijirou and Katsuki running at her, manic grins on their faces. In a blink, she’d been scooped up into Eijirou’s arms, her feet dangling above the ground in his grip.

He pulled off her helmet and shoved it at Katsuki while he held her to him with one secure arm. Ochako’s eyes widened when he pressed a very firm, very public kiss to her lips, smiling against her skin.

Katsuki pressed right up along her back and cinched his arms around her middle, biting at her ear.

“We are so fucking good together,” Eijirou said. He had been the one to clear the trees in the first place, giving her the ammunition she’d needed.

“And we’re good at fucking together,” Katsuki added.

Well, if they could be affectionate then so could she. “We did it, guys. I love you.”

Katsuki nuzzled the back of her head. “Say it again.”

“You say it,” she countered.

“ Tch , idiot. That’s a given.”

She reached back to thread her fingers through his once again dirty hair, avoiding thinking about how dirty she’d gotten again, too. “Still want to hear it.”

“Come on, Kat. Tell her you love her.”

“You first, asshole.”

Eijirou kissed her again and she looked up into those sparking red eyes, conscious of how his free hand had drifted down to cup her asscheek. “Love you, too, ‘Chako.” He glanced over her shoulder at the blond behind her. “Just like I love our unmanly Kat right now.”

“Okay, fuck,” Katsuki mumbled. “Fucking love you, Cheeks.”

She grinned even though the simple movement of her face muscles made her continuing hangover throb anew. “Was that so hard?”

In answer, Katsuki grumbled and rubbed his face between her shoulder blades.

“What’s next?” she asked her boys.

“Celebratory boning?” Katsuki suggested.

“Yeah, right,” Ochako said. “You guys ruined me last night. I’m going to be sore for a week.”

“Who said anything about you being the one getting dicked down?” Katsuki said without any real heat.

Eijirou just laughed at the two of them.

A throat cleared. “No, what’s next is that you uncuff your training administrator and we will have a discussion about professionalism at the site of a disaster with a villain in custody.”

As one, the three of them turned to see the now-conscious Rock Slide staring off to the side, decidedly avoiding direct eye contact with them.

Shit. They were so busted.

But as she snuggled into Eijirou’s chest while Katsuki stomped over to free their trainer, Ochako knew the scolding they were about to get was totally worth it.