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“Fuck, pretty thing. Look at you.”
The words were whispered quiet in his ear as Katsuki could feel his boyfriend’s breath ghost across the skin of his cheek.
Bakugou was doing his damndest not to squirm too much, but there was a hand that was squeezing his pec and the other that was on the inside of his thigh and they both were very distracting.
They weren’t alone, after all. It was the extended squad group hang out night, so they had Denki sitting beside them on the bed—Shinsou had his back against the wall by the corner of the room with Bakugou resting in his lap, the blondes back pressed against Shinsou’s chest with Shinsou’s arms wrapping around his waist—and Kirishima was on Kaminari’s other side. Sero was laying on his side infront of the four of them, and Jirou, Momo, Tokoyami and Mina were sitting on the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows so they would be comfortable as well.
Everyone seemed to be transfixed on the television across from the bed that was playing some generic horror movie, something that was successfully catching all of their interest. Well, everyone except for a certain blonde and a certain lavender-haired man. Not that they cared, obviously.
With those fingers dragging against his pale skin, even over the fabric of his sweats it felt like the contact was far too much. Katsuki couldn’t tell if he wanted his boyfriend to just leave him alone at this point, or if he wanted the other man sitting behind him to actually slide those sinful hands into his pants.
“Hitoshi-” He hissed, his hips pressing upwards just the slightest bit, but he was quickly shushed by his lover. “Don’t you know it’s rude to talk during a movie, especially when your friends are around?” Was the question he got in response, and if Katsuki was any more composed he might have blown Shinsou up right then and there.
So instead, he settled for a soft whine, trying to keep his focus on the television screen before them all. At least for now the touches stayed pretty consistent, with Shinsou mostly just letting his hands and fingers glide along the insides of his thighs, sometimes straying and lingering a bit higher than they probably should be given that they weren’t alone in the room.
As more time went on, and as the movie progressed and became more interesting, the bolder Hitoshi’s touch would get.
Soon, those hands were sliding higher and higher up his thighs, and Shinsou’s other hand was now reaching to slip under the hem of Bakugou’s shirt, starting to touch along the skin of his stomach and torso.
At least his boyfriend seemed smart enough to keep his movements slow, casual enough to not draw attention their way; the fact that the room was dark besides the illumination of the screen likely helped with keeping Shinsou’s touch subtle.
Subtle as the touches might be, each just barely there graze of a finger felt like a trail of fire was being left in the wake. Bakugou found that his breath was now hitching, and he had to bite his lip to stifle his gasp as his nipple was now being rubbed over.
Taking a glance to his right he saw that Kaminari was still transfixed on the movie, his eyes wide since the killer on screen was starting to approach the main characters without them knowing it. The fact that his friend was right there without even knowing what Katsuki was getting into made what felt like a gush of his arousal come dripping out of him.
It made the blonde bite back a whine, tearing his eyes away from his friend so he could turn his head to bury his face in the crook of Hitoshi’s neck.
He could feel his boyfriend’s chest vibrate as the man chuckled at his response, but Katsuki didn’t care.
How could he care anyway, when he could feel those fingers pulling on his nipple? Trying to draw more noises out of the blonde despite the situation they were in, and Katsuki knew he was going to lose this game. That didn’t mean he was a quitter, though, and he was damned if he would let the other male get to him this quickly.
In attempted retaliation, he pressed his hips back, pushing his ass right against Hitoshi’s poorly-concealed boner. He both felt and heard the sudden intake of breath that came from the lavender-haired male, but one of those devilish chuckles was the response that Katuski got.
“Oh honey, I know you want me, but that’s not what we’re doing tonight. If you want my cock you can always ask me nicely for it, but that doesn’t mean you get to take it as you please,” Those words were spoken right into his ear, Hitoshi’s tone low and dangerous in the best way possible, and Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t make a rush of heat flood through his system.
It was already almost enough to completely crumble his barely-there resolve.
At least he was able to bite his lip last second to keep himself from whining, and he also stopped pressing his hips backwards. He could feel that cheshire grin against his cheek where Hitoshi’s chin was resting on his shoulder, and somehow it only served to turn him on more.
He wasn’t about to start begging for more however, and especially not since that would mean he would have to speak which risked someone finding out how inappropriate he and Hitoshi were currently being.
And those fingers, pinching and pulling and rolling his nipple between them, were driving him absolutely insane . Katsuki could not stand it, but at least it didn’t look like Shinsou would be leaving him like this for long. He felt before he saw the other mans fingers moving away from his thigh, slowly making their way up to the waistband of his pants.
They played with the hem for a little while, Hitoshi’s fingers grazing over his skin, tickling him just the tiniest bit, just enough to make him start squirming again. After Hitoshi seemed to get bored of that, those sinful digits dipped below his waistline, slipping into his boxers without another moments hesitation.
Katsuki found that he was holding his breath when he felt a finger ghosting over his clit, just barely ghosting over the sensitive nub, before two fingers were pushed so they slid through his folds and allowing them to be covered with Katsuki’s arousal.
It took absolutely everything in him not to whimper, instead finally exhaling that breath he had still been holding, his breathing shaky as it was expelled from him. Bakugou was amazed at his own self restraint as well, forcing himself simply due to pure determination to hold his hips still, and if he was digging his fingernails into Shinsou’s forearms that Katsuki was gripping far tighter than necessary? Well, it’s not like anyone else was looking.
Hitoshi cooed to him in his ear, nosing at Katsuki’s surprisingly fluffy hair by his ear as he teased the boy in his lap, “Awe, does it feel that good already? I’m hardly even touching you.”
Bakugou couldn’t even attempt to come up with anything resembling a good comeback, so he simply settled for a harsh and a definitely not slightly-teary glare up at the man whose fingers were currently playing with his pussy.
That was the thing though; Hitoshi was still just barely touching him. Fingers ghosting over his skin, touching the pads of those digits just barely to Katsuki’s folds. It was driving him absolutely crazy.
“Hitoshi, fucking-“ He tried with his voice raised as loud as he dared in the quiet of the room, but quickly Bakugou was shushed by Kaminari whos eyes (luckily) never left the television. As he jolted in his spot, it instantly reminded him of what sort of situation he was in. Surrounded by his friends while a bad horror movie played on the screen before him, as his boyfriend's finger was dipping between his pussy lips.
Huffing from embarrassment as well as exasperation, he once more shoved his face into Shinsou’s neck, and he could feel how Shinsou was chuckling at him as it caused the lavender-haired teens chest to shake just a bit yet again.
“Be good now, we can’t be too loud,” Hitoshi just had to remind him, causing the blonde to roll his eyes since he couldn’t say anything about it, before squeezing them shut immediately after as that finger which was once simply just tracing over his skin was now sinking home. Shinsou’s finger had no issues slipping inside of the blonde's tight heat, with Bakugou being already so wet due to the teasing he had been on the receiving end of.
Bakugou bit back a whine, already not-so-subtly trying to grind his hips down onto his lovers hand, wanting more, more, more . He could feel and hear Shinsou laughing softly to himself yet again, and it made him so irrationally angry that Shinsou was able to laugh and sit so nonchalantly with nobody realizing or noticing because it was as if he was just reacting to the movie playing. At least he couldn’t keep a good grasp on that anger, getting distracted not too shortly after and he felt waves of arousal pushing away the other feelings he was having.
Katsuki on the other hand, well he was just stuck there trying not to squirm too much in Shinsou’s lap, his pussy dripping juices already and likely leaving a nice wet spot on his underwear.
Now at this point he was able to better decide that he wanted the touching to continue, but not preferably in a space like this. He wanted them to have privacy, he wanted to be able to react as usual and not to conceal his noises. They both knew how loud Katsuki was, and even moreso in bed. But unfortunately it wasn’t like Katsuki could even escape to his room for some relief because they were in his room.
At the same time, however… it was quite possible this was only due to how pent up he was currently feeling, perhaps being spurred on by that single digit crooking itself inside of him to press up right against his sweet spot, but he was slowly finding it in himself that he didn’t care. Plus, with the added thrill of someone possibly catching them or figuring out what was going on only served to make his pussy clench down around Hitoshi’s finger.
Minutes passed like this, with Hitoshi slowly pumping his finger in and out of Katsuki’s cunt. The movie was still playing, Katsuki honestly having no idea where they were in terms of the plot nor did he know how long the movie had been on for anymore either.
It didn’t matter, though. The only thing that mattered to him was the fact that his walls were now fluttering and squeezing down as Shinsou slipped a second finger inside of him, drawing a pathetic and needy noise from Bakugou’s lips. He had to press his face harder into the material of Hitoshi’s sweater to attempt to muffle himself better.
For a split second, he could feel Shinsou’s other hand moving up to pet at his hair, causing Bakugou to practically melt into his hold. The fingers scratching gently at his scalp, as well as the two fingers still thrusting inside of him, were not helping with his volume.
Katsuki could feel heat building, coiling up in his stomach, and it only intensified when the gently scratching at his scalp turned into a firm grip on his hair. Tugging at it, Shinsou pulled Bakugou’s head back, looking down into his eyes where amethyst met ruby. He’d deny it if asked, but while staring up into his boyfriend’s eyes Bakugou most certainly had to blink away his unshed tears.
Shinsou’s gaze softened minutely, and he leaned in with a soft coo, “Oh, kitten, you’re so pretty for me. So good.” He kissed the blonde sweetly, far too innocently while yet another finger was pushed inside to join the other two, and Hitoshi swallowed up Bakugou’s resulting gasp as he was stretched further. “So tight, angel.”
With three fingers now inside of him, every time Bakugou shifted or tried to grind his hips down, the palm of Hitoshi’s hand would press against his clit in the most delicious way. Another soft gasp was stifled by those slightly chapped lips, and when Shinsou pulled away there was a thin string of saliva connecting them together.
Whispering now, since he didn’t need to be shushed by Kaminari again, he whined, “‘Toshi, please..”
Those amethyst-coloured eyes seemed to twinkle, shining with mirth as he questioned, “What is it, baby?” It felt like Bakugou’s voice got caught in his throat, his pussy throbbing, squeezing, clenching around those digits.
He was panting now, his mouth open as he stared up at Shinsou, his eyes begging. He needed more, so much more, but he couldn’t speak. Shinsou’s eyebrow quirked up in a silent question, telling him to go on, but as he tried to speak a loud scream sounded from the TV causing him to jolt in his spot.
Bakugou whined more loudly now, passing it off as if it was a reaction of displeasure from the scene playing out on the screen, but even still he was surprisingly—amazingly—quiet. In reality both he and Hitoshi knew why he was really making such noises, but he still wasn’t being nearly as loud as he wanted to be. The thrusting motion of Shinsou’s fingers sped up soon after, forcing Katsuki to bite his own lip to attempt and conceal any more reactions.
The coil in the pit of his stomach was still growing tighter and tighter, causing him to squirm and shift in place, unable to sit still. He was now actively rolling his hips down onto Hitoshi’s hand, chasing the friction against his clit, pushing those fingers inside of himself deeper.
“Oh-“ He gasped, lips parting and his eyes watering again as Shinsou’s palm pressed more harshly against his poor little clit. He felt both overstimulated and understimulated at the same time, gasping minutely, but still chased the feeling.
It was as if he didn’t know anything better, rutting slowly against that hand which was bringing him so much pleasure. He knew he wasn’t going to last longer, unable to hold it together for much longer at the very least if he wasn’t able to cum, but maybe Shinsou would grant him mercy.
Glancing up at his lover again, Bakugou bit his lip harshly once more. The lavender-haired teen leaned in again as if he was going to kiss him but he stopped short, his lips just barely brushing against Bakugou’s even though he was biting his lower one. “You need something? Hmm?” He hummed faintly, encouraging the blonde to speak his mind.
It felt like his mind was going blank though, chasing his quickly approaching orgasm, the surrealness of the situation staying present the whole time even though he couldn’t stay focused on anything. “Mmh,” Bakugou tried to whine again, but it amped up in volume when Shinsou pressed harshly against his g-spot. “Ah ah, words kitten,” He was reminded, causing Bakugou to pout with a shaky lip, and he didn’t want to admit he could feel tears dripping down his cheeks yet even if it was true.
With a quick glance around his room and poorly calming his hitching breaths, making sure that everyone was still focusing on the movie, he spoke so quietly it felt like his throat was fighting him to get the words out with his voice shaky. “W-wanna cum,” Katsuki gasped, hips bucking, thighs squeezing together with more tears dripping down his chin. Hitoshi smirked, looking like he was the cat that caught the canary. “No.”
Bakugou’s eyes widened, shocked almost that the answer was so short but definitive. Confused, desperate, and incredibly needy, he gasped, “Please? Please, I need to.” His whole body was shaking with need.
Hitoshi seemed to examine him for a moment, picking up the pace of his fingers yet again, and Bakugou was surprised he couldn’t hear how absolutely drenched he knew he was. “If you want to cum, you better be quiet about it,” Shinsou decided on, “We don’t want everyone to know how much of a slut you are, yeah? Be a good boy for me now.”
Nodding in rapid succession Katsuki agreed easily, lips parted just ever so slightly as he stared dumbly up at Shinsou, his pussy feeling like it was pulsing now, dripping with his hot arousal. “Yes, yes please, thank you, yes I’ll be quiet,” The blonde said so hastily that he hardly even breathed making him gasp and pant, and Shinsou closed the distance between them by taking Katsuki’s previously-bitten lip between his own teeth, tugging and pulling on it gently.
He was so, so close, rutting his hips more intently now while somehow being mindful still that they weren’t alone, but that was very quickly being pushed to the back of his mind. “Wanna cum,” He repeated, his ruby-red eyes looking up for what felt like the millionth time that night, meeting Hitoshi’s once more.
“You can cum,” Shinsou told him, giving permission, “Go on, baby boy. Cum for me.” Katsuki wanted to, he needed to, he was so close. “Wanna,” Katsuki gasped, hips stuttering while Hitoshi was pushing and moving his fingers in all the right ways. But he was still too caught up in his own head, so scared of being caught, but the thought of what they were doing was so arousing it nearly made him dizzy.
“Please ‘Toshi,” He was begging again, teary eyes staring in desperation, so Hitoshi kissed him gently, so sweetly, compared to the near torture he was feeling. It almost pulled a sob from his lips. Being held on the edge was making him feel like he was going crazy, but he couldn’t push himself over the edge on his own.
Seeming to realize this, Shinsou decided to use that knowledge to his advantage. “Aww, poor little boy can’t even cum on his own? You need more?” He asked, purposefully humiliating the whiny blonde, “I said you can cum, baby, you can let go. Don’t you want to let go for me? Show me how good you can be? You are good, right?”
Each and every word grabbed at Bakugou’s attention, forcing him to focus and listen which somewhat made him zero right in to his boyfriend. “I’m good,” Katsuki echoed back, whispering hoarsely, “I’m good, I’m a good boy.”
“Mhmm, you are,” Shinsou agreed, smiling down at Bakugou as if he was the most precious thing he’d ever laid his eyes upon. “You can be good for me, then, yeah? C’mon and show me, angel. I want to see you fall apart; your pussy feels so good, so tight around my fingers. So perfect for me, pretty boy. You can do it, yeah? Cum for me.”
And then he couldn’t help it. Those fingers crooked inside, Hitoshi’s palm rubbing into his clit one more time, that building coil inside of him snapped, and it was all over. Bakugou was cumming, but that wasn’t all.
He squirted.
It went everywhere, gushing out of him as it soaked through his boxers and his sweatpants, pooling under him and leaking through to Hitoshi’s lap. And Katsuki saw stars. He swore he had never cum so hard, tears leaking and dripping down his face, a low whine and almost-sob steadily coming from his lips as he stuffed his face into Hitoshi’s neck and hoodie since he couldn’t keep the noise in.
He couldn’t care, his hips pressing down to rock into the feeling, his body shaking in the process. It felt like he was losing control, like he was separate from his body as his orgasm rolled through him, his muscles going taut while his cunt milked his boyfriend's fingers. Katsuki could have thanked every god he’s ever heard of because the television was so loud, some sort of final scene was playing where the main characters face off against the killer, the music covering the wet noise somehow. Thankfully.
“Oh, kitty,” Hitoshi breathed suddenly, nearly moaning into his ear, when Katsuki’s lover felt his arousal cover his hand and fingers, the words sounding like praise because Katsuki simply looked that good. Bakugou could feel Hitoshi’s hips stuttering a bit as the man groaned so softly through a bitten lip, finding his own release without even grinding his hips. With his pussy clenching down, each pulse would send more slick out of him, it made his legs shake. His pussy was absolutely quivering, so tight around Shinsou’s fingers as they helped him through his orgasm, continuing to stroke him through it, rubbing and grinding his palm into his already oversensitive clit.
“Nnh-“ Katsuki whimpered, eyes closing in complete bliss, feeling like he was floating. All of the tension left his body, and as Shinsou eventually pulled his fingers out with a subtle shlick noise, Bakugou really couldn’t find it in himself to care about how wet his clothes were.
He barely registered it as a blanket was pulled on top of them both, covering the evidence further, and Bakugou let his breathing even out. Shinsou must have wiped off his hand, because soon enough Katsuki could feel those same fingers which were once being used to bring him to such an amazing climax were now gently are caringly playing with his hair, petting and soothing him. The other hand was brought up to carefully wipe away at Katsuki’s tear-streaked face, wiping away the leftover marks.
His eyes stayed closed, and Bakugou drifted in and out of sleep, content to stay snuggled up to his boyfriend's lap and to soak up all the gentle affection. Eventually the movie had ended, and one by one their friends slowly packed up their things and made their way out of the room.
He wasn’t asleep fully, able to hear the whispered goodbyes and ‘we should do this again sometime’s, but he didn’t care to ‘wake up’ and say anything to anyone. Instead, when it was just him and Hitoshi, the lavender-haired teen went to work undressing both of them from the waist down. The soiled clothes were thrown in the direction of the laundry basket, likely not making it in, but neither of them cared enough to do anything about it.
Bakugou was laid down, and the blonde quickly snuggled into Shinsou’s chest as he felt his boyfriend’s arms wrap around him and hold him close. No more words were exchanged between them, but they didn’t need to say anything. With one last kiss to Bakugou’s forehead, the two of them were soon fast asleep, holding onto eachother through the night.