okay. so. here’s a baku/kami/sero thing.

i’m just gonna hit the ground running,, so there will be little if any plot because, well, you know i’m having a horny thought rn. https://twitter.com/kaacchaann/status/1306735008070205440

CWs: Switching (??? idk if that’s the right tag, but the dynamic switches mid-scene so if you aren’t into that maybe skip this one) Light d/s themes, Degradation, Light choking, & a few ‘Daddy’s in there.

& of course this is , NSFW.

The air in the room is humid, and not just because of the warm end-of-summer air outside.

Three hot, almost-naked bodies are far too close, salty sweat leaving a sticky sheen across their skin.

Sero is on his back, legs spread so that Bakugou could settle between them, and Kami

is laid out beside him—a hand curled in damp black locks, petting him gently.

Kami watches with heavy, hungry eyes as Bakugou kisses Sero, taking in the little grin that appears on his lips when his fingers prod at Sero juuuust enough to make him gasp.

“You want these?”

Bakugou’s voice is mean, and not his usual mean either. This is dark, and strangely primal—but fuck is Hanta cares. He spreads his legs even wider and huffs impatiently.

“Ah-ah~” Bakugou snickers, tapping his fingers over Sero’s hole, teasingly. “Say it, tape-bitch.”

Kami rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t work on him.”

Those mean red eyes snap up to meet gold, and narrow down to ferocious slits.

“...Because you fuck him so well?” Bakugou teases, dipping to lick a stripe over Sero’s nipple. “That’s why he’s here, crying for a few fingers?”

Kami’s fingers tighten in Sero’s hair, so he pipes up, “I want them,” He barely gasps, eyes darting between his friends. “Fucking—put them /in/ already.”

Without even looking away from Bakugou, Kami yanks Sero up to kiss him—a wet, sloppy kiss that leaves their lips glossy,

and then hums, “Hanta-baby’s got no shame—he’ll beg if you make him.”

“And he begs so prettily, too.” Bakugou hums, finally slipping his finger in; it’s a slow, deliberate push that makes Sero shiver. “Mmhm. Tight. Always so tight.”

A gold glare meets that crimson one again—the little jab not lost on Kaminari. It’s makes his jaw flex in annoyance.

“Would you two—AH—“ He gasps, making Bakugou grin again, “Quit sizing each other up and just fucking /fuck/ me!”

((A/N: afshdjdk i need to finish this on my laptop, my thumbs are DYING))

((A/N: well....my laptops dead. ONWARDS ))

“Oh?” Bakugou’s pretty lips tilt up into a grin again, and he slips his middle finger in as well, curling up hard—and Sero jolts, clutching onto his bicep to steady himself.

Bakugou’s heavy, flushed cock lands between Sero’s legs with a wet slap, just beside where his fingers

are sliding around.

“Fucking slut, you know you like this.” Bakugou hums, tugging his fingers free, and rubbing the excess slick between Sero’s legs.

Kami can’t help but look. Sero’s shaved up real nice—a thin strip of black hair over his cock, meticulously shaped for exactly

this.

Bakugou’s voice is like woodsmoke, soft and airy, but still stifling, “You /like/ having your friends argue about who gets to use your fucking holes first, don’t you?”

When Sero doesn’t answer, Bakugou slaps his cock against his hole, he rhythmic slaps making Sero moan.

“/Don’t you?/“

“Yeah,” Sero nods his eyes fluttering shut, “Yeah, I do—“

“—Look at me.” Bakugou growls,and Sero’s eyes flash open, just as the blond feeds inch after inch of himself into Sero.

“Oh, fuck,” Sero gasps, one hand snapping to Bakugou’s chest, pushing him away

just as much as he’s grasping at him, trying to get him closer, and the other sinking short nails into Kami’s shoulder.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” He pants, his face turning over to seek Kami’s lips, “D-Daddy—he’s so big, ah—“

And that wipes the smile right off of Bakugou’s face.

It was /his/ fat cock sinking into Sero’s ass, /his/ body making the fucker feel good—and he has the gall to look up all teary-eyed at Denki?

He rears his hips back, and slams forward, hard, “Is he the one fucking you, bitch? Look at me. Look at how your sucking in my cock.”

...But Sero’s eyes stay locked on Kami’s, big and glossy, and begging for his lips, but he just grins down at Sero, “C’mon baby, you know how testy he is. Do you want him to stop? Just look.”

He trails his fingers down between Sero’s legs, pointer and middle finger spread around

where Bakugou is splitting Sero open. “Look. Look how pretty, Hanta.”

...But Sero still doesn’t look away—as a matter of fact, he looks even more desperate for Kami’s kiss—the hand he’d had on Bakugou shifts to Denki, trying desperately to pull his face close for a kiss.

Finally, Kaminari indulges him. The kiss they share is just as sloppy as the previous one—except Hanta is far more depraved.

His long slender fingers clutch at Denki's nape, the other curling into the hair at the top of his head, desperately trying to hold onto more and more

of Kami as Bakugou pummels into him.

Denki breaks the kiss, but stays close enough to feel Sero's pants fan across his cheek, and smirks up at Bakugou.

Quietly—barely audible over Hanta's laboured panting—he coos, "Thats the difference between me and you, Bakubro.

You fuck to take; I fuck to own." He presses another wet kiss to the corner of Sero's lips, "And this is /mine/."

And Bakugou's brain short circuits; maybe it's the sound of /Denki/ of all people being so dominant, so /sure/ of himself—or maybe it's the little zap of yellow

current he sees make its way down Denki's tongue, across Sero's slick skin, and disappear down into his navel.

It doesn't matter what causes it; because his hips stutter, and his jaw falls open around a soft cry, because that's the hottest fucking thing he thinks he's ever seen.

It's almost like Sero's completely forgotten that he's even there—he's looking at Denki with nothing but pure want in his eyes, and Bakugou...

...well, Bakugou can't tell which one of them he's jealous of.

He'd been so ready to tear this cocky tape fucker apart on his cock, but

now he's breathless, his strokes are slowed to shaky little shifts of his hips, and he finds himself looking at Kaminari with the same want in his own eyes.

And Kaminari is /so/ fucking ready for it.

"What's the matter, Kacchan~?" Denki smiles—and lifts his forefinger from where it's been settled between Sero's legs to skim the sliver of Bakugou's cock not yet buried in Sero. "Slowin' down already?"

Katsuki huffs—but the moment he tries to drag his hips back again, he whines

and his brows pinch up in the middle. He's so /sensitive/ all of a sudden.

"You know," Denki props himself up, slowly dragging himself close to Bakugou's face, using big, shimmering golden eyes to pick him apart. "You're lookin' at me a hell of a lot like my baby Hanta does."

Denki's glare flits down to Katsuki's lips, the question going unasked—but Katsuki nods, he nods hard, and so Denki kisses him.

And it's hot and wet and encompassing—and Bakugou gasps against the other blond's mouth when another tingly zing of electricity buzzes across his

tongue, leaving his mouth feeling all weird and cottony.

But he doesn't even have the chance to dwell on that, because Denki's fingers swipe down his back, between the plush swell of his ass, and press against his tight hole.

"Mhm, you wanna be my baby, too?"

Bakugou swallows hard.

On one hand, his pride is screaming at the thought of being bitched out like this...but on the other hand, Denki's looking at him as though he already knows what his answer will be.

He hates to play into the electric dumbass's ego, but his body is damn-near vibrating at the thought of it.

And so, he nods.

Denki grins, but tuts, "Oh, you can do better than that." He doesn't break eye contact when he asks, "What's my name, Hanta?"

Hanta purrs. "Daddy."

Bakugou's jaw flexes, and he glares over at the other blond, "Really?"

"Really."

"Fine." He chuffs. "I wanna be your...baby," And after a moment, and a bright flush that has nothing to do with the heat, in the room, "...Daddy—"

The word barely comes out; Denki's kissing him

again so hard and so fast that all three of them moan in unison. His finger slips inside Bakugou's ass, and when he gasps out a moan, Denki's lips just slide down the side of his neck.

"That's it pretty baby, make some fucking noise for me."

"Fuck!" Bakugou slumps down against Hanta, who kisses the side of his face, and gently pushes damp blond spikes out of his eyes. His breaths stutter when Denki adds another finger far too soon, "W-Wait—"

"—Shut up," Denki says with a smile, "We both know you like when it hurts."

Bakugou yelps, because he /does/, he really fucking does; and although there's no fucking reason Denki should know that just by watching him fuck Hanta—he doesn't care, because the stretch of two fingers turns into to three, and when he's barely adjusted to that, they're yanked

clean out of him.

Next thing he knows, he's feeling pinpricks on either side of his lower back—that tingling feeling from earlier, just a hundred times stronger.

It takes him a moment, and another wet kiss from Hanta before he realizes—those are Kami's /hands/ buzzing with

electricity against his skin.

He feels lightheaded, but so, /so/ good, he can barely keep his fucking mouth shut. Tiny, embarrassing little sounds keep escaping him, and its too much; because his cock is still buried balls-deep inside Hanta.

And when the blunt head of Denki's cock prods against his hole, and a hand yanks Kats' head up by his hair, Katsuki almost fucking screams, "Oh fuck! D-Daddy, fuck me? Fuck me, please, fuck me—"

"Oh my God, shut up!" Denki giggles, splitting Bakugou open with one hard thrust,

"Loud," he rears back and slams back in, "Needy," And again. "Fucking," And again. "Slut."

And Bakugou's stuck there, sandwiched helplessly between Denki and Sero; his jaw slack, drool dripping down onto Hanta; broken, warbled sounds coming out of him everytime their hips touch.

With Kami fucking into him so roughly, Hanta also begins to croon—Kami's strokes are so hefty that he's effectively fucking them both.

"Look at you two. Pretty fuckin' things." He grins down at them, "C'mon, kiss for Daddy. Make it nice and messy, I wanna see."

Hanta damn near jumps to kiss Katsuki, and it's wet and messy, just the way he knows his Daddy wants it—but Katsuki's so far out of it that he barely manages to return the kiss.

"Fuuuck," Denki moans, "Look at you, Kacchan, barely holding it together."

He leans forward—somehow still not slowing his thrusts—and drops a kiss at Bakugou's nape. "Knew you wanted to be my baby. You gonna cum for me? Make a big fuckin' mess inside Hanta for me? C'mon, lemme see the pretty face you make when you cum."

He's well beyond words now,

only puffs of air coming through his lips, but it's okay, he knows Kami's gonna take care of him—with the way his cock is dragging over his sweet spot with every harsh thrust? He knows Kami will make this good for him. He's gonna cum so hard, he'll probably pass out.

And beneath him, he can tell Hanta's in the same boat, his cock is pressed up against their bellies, rock hard and twitching with Denki's every praise.

He wants to help; so he cups at Hanta's chest, barely managing to flick at his nipple, and starts suckling on his collarbone.

"Good boys," Denki's voice hitches, "Oh fuck, holy shit that's fucking hot—"

"Shit, fuck," Katsuki's voice breaks off, "M'gonna—I'm gonna cum. C-Can I cum? Fuck, please let me cum!"

But it's Hanta who does it first; his orgasm setting off the chain—he squeezes down hard on

Bakugou's cock, sending that blond headfirst into /his/ orgasm, which makes him bear down on Denki, making /him/ cum deep inside Katsuki, with a shout.

Not capable of doing much more, the two of them collapse beside of Hanta, a panting, sweaty mess; but blissfully sated.

"Told you he'd like it." Hanta pants, flinging a hand over Katsuki to smack Denki's chest.

Bakugou thinks he hears Kaminari giggle in response, but he doesn't care—he's got cum still on the tip of his dick, and sliding out between his legs. He's fucking /exhausted/.

He doesn't know what sort of elaborate plan those two had to fuck him like this—but he wouldn't be complaining anytime soon.

All he needs is a set of heavy arms across him long enough to take a good fucking nap, which Denki and Hanta gleefully provide.

tee-hee, that's the [END]

hope you enjoyed my fucky rambling!!