a.

“shit, y/n? are you ok? did i hurt you? why didn’t you say something? i’m so sorry. shit.” he panicked before disconnecting your bodies. he then pulled you into a hug, your ear pressed to his chest with his hand cupped around the back of your head, the other draped around your torso. his heart was racing abnormally fast and you knew if you continued to stay silent his heart might actually have stopped working.

“n-no you didn’t hurt me, at all. the exact opposite actually. it’s just i, it’s stupid.” you stopped yourself, choking down the embarrassing words that threatened to spill out.

“it’s not stupid, especially if it’s enough to make you cry. what happened? you can talk to me.” shoto reassured you and you teetered dangerously close to tearing up again.

“you care. about me. and it’s so genuine and pure the way you show it and, i don’t know. that’s overwhelming i guess. because no one i’ve cared for in the way i care for you has ever truly reciprocated it…until now. that plus you literally reaching parts of me i didn’t know could be reached was a lot to handle i guess.”

he chuckled at that, the rumble of the small laugh echoed in your ear that was still rested against his chest. he began stroking your hair. you hadn’t noticed how tight his grip on you was until he loosened up. his heart rate slowed.

“if it makes you feel any better, i almost cried too.”

you pulled away from his grasp and playfully hit his chest, “shut up. you don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

his eyes locked on yours in the same way they did before your body betrayed you.

“i wouldn’t lie to you.”

you smiled at the sincerity behind his words.

“then i apologize for almost dragging you down this emotional well with me, won’t happen again” you laughed softly.

“it can happen whenever you need it to, i don’t mind.”

all you could do was smile. he was so patient and sweet and that overwhelming feeling was back, yet this time something was different. you leaned in to kiss him. you figured that in this moment it’d be better to show him through your actions how you were feeling instead of summing it up with sappy words. he obliged eagerly, wasting no time to finish things from where you two left off.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

katsuki bakugo

• doesn’t really notice until he hears your soft sniffles

• he just assumes your eyes were watering from how good it felt

• wouldn’t be the first time

• but when you cover your face, sniffling as you try to block him from seeing what was happening

• he realizes

“y/n?” his breath hitched and he tore your hands away from your face so quickly it was almost humorous.

“are you crying? why are you crying?” the deep look of confusion and fear settled on his face did make you laugh which confused him even further.

“what the hell is going on with you? say something.” his eyes scanned your face frantically and you could tell he found none of this funny, he was genuinely worried and you weren’t doing anything to ease his nerves.

“sorry sorry, i don’t know why i’m crying kats. well i do but, i don’t want to say it. i’m scared to say it.” you admitted before you hid behind your hands once more.

“scared? what is there to be scared of, i’m here y/n. just tell me.” his voice sounded almost desperate, like he was anticipating the worst news of his life and your heart dropped.

“it’s nothing bad, i promise. i…i love you. like a lot. like an inexplicable amount. and today was perfect, you’re perfect. i’m just overly emotional about it all.”

that was the first time you’d ever said ‘i love you.’ he had said it once before but you weren’t ready to say it back, too guarded and still healing from past wounds to trust that he actually meant it. but today he proved that he did beyond anything you’d ever imagined. he planned a date for you that felt like it was snatched straight out of your dreams, his attention to detail and all the small things you’ve ever told him was impeccable. and then this, being physically as close as your bodies would allow you. it was perfect. he was perfect.

“i love you too y/n, more than you’ll probably ever know. but if you ever need to cry while i’m balls deep inside you again, can you please start with the fact that it’s nothing bad? i think my heart almost stopped.”

you laughed and he smiled, that smile that made you fall for him months ago.

“sorry kats, i think i know how i can make it up to you though.” you suggested before trailing your way down his body until your mouth hovered above his now semi-hard length. without any hesitation you took it expertly in your mouth and down your throat.

“god, i fucking love you.” he groaned.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

hitoshi shinso

• slows his pace and wipes your tears

• he asks you if you want him to stop

• but you say no, that’s the last thing you want

• so he reluctantly continues, wiping each tear from your cheeks as he does so

shinso’s strokes were deep yet slow and he had this expression on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. pleasure mixed with something else. probably concern. you could tell he was worried because of the way he kept wiping your tears from your face. he would occasionally hunch down to kiss them away and your heart fluttered each time. he had asked you twice if you wanted to stop but you insisted that he kept going, you didn’t want to ruin this good moment. but you could tell his head was swarming with questions and felt it was unfair to keep him in the dark. you placed a hand on his lower abdomen indicating for him to stop. he did just that, eagerly waiting for you to say something. anything.

“i’ve had a completely shit week shinso. but when i’m with you it’s like every bad thing is nonexistent. those weren’t sad tears, sometimes it just happens when we, you know. usually i’m better at hiding it though.” you confessed.

“oh, so you’re not mad at me or anything?” he asked and his voice cracked a little almost as though he himself was about to cry prior to your explanation.

“no baby. not at all. not even close.”

“good. well i’m glad you’re ok, i hate seeing you cry. but weirdly, knowing that they weren’t sad tears makes it kind of endearing.” shinso admitted.

“i’m glad you think so because i genuinely can’t control it, it happens every time. like i said, i’m usually just better at hiding it.” you laughed lightly.

“it’s ok if you can’t hide it. i’ll just keep wiping them away for you, and besides, you look so pretty when you cry.” shinso smiled before he thrusted into you again.

denki - look dude i’d love to, trust me i would, but i should probably let you know that i’m not down if we’re just gonna be tag-teaming your girl.

katsuki took not even a millisecond to read the message, almost as if he was waiting in the chat for a response the entire time that denki spent overthinking what to send. denki’s heart dropped then sped as the little grey typing bubble appeared in the corner of his screen.

bakugo - meaning?? i don’t think i get what you’re saying sparky.

denki rolled his eyes. he was hoping his vague explanation was just vague enough to get his point across without having to put it in black and white. he should have known it wouldn’t be that simple.

denki - meaning that if i do, i wanna like, do stuff with you too. not just us doing y/n.

the grey bubble sat in the left corner of denki’s screen for much longer than he would’ve preferred before katsuki finally sent a message.

bakugo - no shit, why do you think i asked you?

now it was denki’s turn to be confused.

denki - what do you mean?

bakugo - i asked you because i wanna do stuff with you too idiot. clearly there’s some kind of weird tension between us and i wanna figure it out, or like, fuck it out i guess.

‘i wanna do stuff with you too.’ denki nearly lost his mind as he read over the message.

denki - fair. and you’re sure y/n’s ok with it?

bakugo - she’s the one who suggested it. said some dumb shit about thinking me and you argue so much because we’re “sexually frustrated”

denki - so she’s willing to let you solve that frustration?

bakugo - as long as she’s involved, that was the deal.

denki - makes sense. well i’m down then, i’m not gonna bottom though.

bakugo - yeah fucking right you aren’t

denki - i’m not

bakugo - you are

denki - i’m not prepped

bakugo - ok? and neither am i nor will i be 

denki - fine. give me like thirty minutes, then i’ll be over

bakugo - good. see you then.

denki threw his phone across his bed and stared blankly at his wall. he couldn’t believe he was actually going through with this. he rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom to mentally and physically prepare himself for the events about to unfold. despite denki’s newfound realization that his sexuality spans farther than heterosexual attraction, this would not be his first time prepping. long story short, denki is a curious and hormonal guy who has his needs.

once he was finished, he put his sweats back on and threw on a fresh shirt to at least appear as though he was trying to be presentable. he gave himself a once over in his bathroom mirror before taking a deep breath and walking to bakugo’s dorm. the walk felt longer than usual and denki could hear his heart thudding with each step on the way there. he felt like he was about to lose his virginity again, which in a sense he was, and the fact that bakugo would be the one taking it didn’t and would probably never fully sink in. denki stopped at the door and knocked almost too softly to be audible, however, seconds later he was greeted by you opening the door wearing an all too revealing yet very appealing santa-suit themed dress.

“hey kami, excuse the outfit. we just got back from a christmas party.” you explained.

“don’t apologize, it looks…” denki trailed off as he met katsuki’s gaze from across the room. he was dressed nicely save for the tacky santa hat crowning his head, yet somehow he made it work.

“looks what? sexy?” he egged kaminari with a faint smirk lifting the corners of his lips.

“cute. i was gonna say cute.” denki chokes, the reality of the situation had begun to settle in.

“hm, well thank you.” you smiled, “now stop standing awkwardly by the door and come in.” you grabbed denki’s hand and dragged him into the room, closing and locking the door behind you.

“didn’t come here just to get shy on us sparky, did you?” bakugo teased.

“shy? yeah clearly you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” denki scoffed.

“i’m sure he’d like to get to know you better though. a lot better.” you hinted suggestively as you walked over to your boyfriend who was seated on his bed. you sat in his lap before adding, “wouldn’t you katsuki?”

his eyes averted from you to kaminari. deep red irises met soft yellow ones.

“well maybe he should come over here so i can decide how much more i wanna know.” katsuki shrugged.

denki got the hint and walked over to the bed, sitting beside you two.

“lay back” you instructed him and he obeyed. as soon as his back hit the mattress, you were climbing over him so that you could straddle his waist.

“you’re very pretty kami, did you know that?” you said sincerely, eyes having traced over every detail of his blushing face.

“oh, thank you.” he said shakily.

“mhmm. can i kiss you?” you asked, intentionally letting your eyes linger on his lips. you don’t miss how his breath hitches slightly and his eyes focus on your lips too.

“yeah. please.” he said a little too breathlessly. he mentally cursed himself for it but didn’t have much time to process his embarrassment before your mouth was pressed against his. you were warm and sweet, and good. such a good kisser. so good that he had momentarily forgotten that you are his best friend’s girlfriend. his best friend who he couldn’t see at the moment due to current preoccupations, yet he was hyper aware of his presence. what was he doing? just watching? waiting? denki’s heart was racing for so many reasons and he didn’t know if he would make it through the night if a simple kiss was driving him this insane. and to make matters more stressful, you pulled away, a string of saliva dripped down your swollen lips and denki had to fight like hell to stop himself from groaning.

“your turn.” you turned to face katsuki, gesturing for him to kiss denki next. the boys’ eyes met in a moment that appeared to be hesitation, but bakugo leaned down and attached his lips to denki’s. it was timid, the nerves swarming both boys’ bodies evidently overtook the kiss. you noticed and decided you should find a way to ease the situation. still straddling denki’s waist, you rocked your hips back and forth against him. the noise you and bakugo were rewarded with was priceless, providing bakugo with all he needed to deepen the previously apprehensive kiss.

“pretty boy makes pretty noises too, go figure.” you hum, maintaining your slow rhythm. the compliment made kaminari arch up against you, meeting the roll of your hips. his hands instinctively grabbed your thighs, squeezing almost as a way to wordlessly tell you “keep going.”

denki’s whole body was on fire. he felt like at any moment, every bolt of electricity in his body would escape against his will. he was trying so hard to control himself but the haze clouding his mind by the uncharacteristically gentle entanglement of his lips with katsuki’s and the pool of heat caused by you rutting against his most sensitive area was completely overwhelming. a sharp jolt shot through his tongue, startling both him and bakugo.

“ah fuck sparky, what the hell?” bakugo grunted, but he didn’t sound fully angry.

“shit, sorry. are you ok?” denki asked, sitting up straight so he could get a better look at bakugo.

“i’m fine, but what was that? can you control it however you want?”

“um, i don’t know actually. i didn’t even know i could control electricity with my tongue until five seconds ago.” denki looked dumbfounded by his own abilities.

“try it again.” katsuki instructed, eyes darkened by something denki couldn’t pinpoint.

“why?” he questioned.

“katsuki likes pain. he was probably turned on by it.” you shrugged in amusement.

“oh really? that’s fitting.” denki smirked.

“shut up. can you do it again or not?” bakugo huffed.

“i can try.”

denki put all his mental strength into directing his electricity to his tongue. to his surprise, and katsuki’s excitement, he was able to do it with ease.

“that’s so fucking hot.” bakugo mumbled before grabbing kaminari’s chin and kissing him again. this kiss was more feverish than the last. more passionate. you watched intently before deciding you were bored of straddling denki and wanted to provide use elsewhere. you slid off of him, careful not to disrupt the makeout session happening above you. once your knees hit the cool wood flooring, you started loosening the strings of denki’s sweatpants. you heard a muffled sound of approval and a zap come from denki followed by a groan from bakugo.

“you’re so responsive to everything, this is gonna be fun.” you directed at kaminari before grazing your hand over his member. he was already semi-hard which you found cute considering you guys hadn’t done much but kiss him. you then leaned down to place your mouth on his length through his boxers. you heard a faint fuck and suddenly there was a hand fisted in your hair.

“you want her to suck it?” you heard bakugo’s coarse voice force out. you looked up and met denki’s weary gaze while bakugo was looking down at you in anticipation. all denki could do was nod, he lacked the confidence to verbally admit that he wanted so badly to be inside your mouth.

“i don’t think she heard you sparky. try again.” bakugo said.

“y-yeah. i want her to.” denki stuttered.

“want her to what?”

denki rolled his eyes, he wasn’t going to let bakugo hold dominance over him that easily.

“you and her both know. i don’t need to say it.”

“hm, but i don’t know kami. i think maybe you should just tell me.” you chimed in, running your hand over his hard-on once more, making sure to squeeze at the base. denki bit his lip to help hold back the embarrassing moan that threatened to leave his lips. he didn’t plan on submitting to bakugo, but for you, he would listen.

“i want you to suck me off.” he said, holding eye contact as he did so.

“there you go, good boy.” you smiled.

good boy. denki liked that. a lot.

you pulled his length out of his boxers eagerly, taking a moment to bask at the size of it.

“might be bigger than you babe.” you teased, giving it a slow stroke.

“tsk- not even.” bakugo grunted, though he silently wondered if it really was.

“let me see yours then.” denki breathed shortly, already losing his composure as you began licking and sucking on his tip.

“you’d love that wouldn’t you?” bakugo laughed.

“oh come on katsuki. it’s only fair, let him see.” you shrugged before taking a few more inches of denki into your mouth. denki mewled at that, eyes clenching tightly at the sudden pressure.

“fine. but just so i can use it to shut him up, you’re loud you know.” bakugo said as he peered down at denki.

“you clearly like it though.” you took a break from sucking denki to glance at the bakugo’s obvious arousal.

“yeah whatever.” bakugo muttered as he fidgeted with his belt buckle. denki took note of how bakugo didn’t deny your accusations and that made something flutter in his stomach. that along with you taking every inch of his length into your mouth with ease.

“ah fuck y/n, shit.” denki moaned and the grip he had on your hair tightened almost painfully.

“she’s good at that huh? let’s see how well you can do.” bakugo suggested before he angled his erection in front of denki’s mouth. denki’s eyes widened and he swore his mouth started to water.

“fuck” denki groaned before grabbing the base of bakugo’s length. he then pressed his lips to the tip and slid down until his mouth met his hand. his eyes were closed until he heard “look at me” in a faint whisper. to his demise, denki followed through with bakugo’s request and looked up at him through lust-heavy eyes.

“move your hand.” bakugo continued to direct and almost as if it were against his will, denki obeyed.

“take all of it.” bakugo finished. denki swallowed nervously around what he had already managed to fit in his mouth and bakugo felt it, causing him to smile in amusement.

“don’t be nervous. you can do it.”

denki was almost certain that was supposed to sound condescending yet it came out a bit too sincerely. the encouragement turned denki on more than he’d like to admit, but he showed it through his next course of action. he inhaled deeply through his nose before pushing the rest of bakugo’s length down his throat and in a matter of seconds his nose was touching bakugo’s lower abdomen.

“that’s so fucking hot denki, you take it so well.” you chirped up. you had completely abandoned your task of sucking kaminari off due to the distraction taking place mere inches away from you. you heard what sounded like the equivalent of a static shock preceding a deep moan tearing from bakugo.

“jesus fucking christ denki, fuck.” bakugo cursed, pulling himself out of the other’s mouth.

“did you cum?” you asked in awe.

“almost. insanely fucking close.” bakugo heaved.

denki flushed at the fact the he almost made bakugo cum without really having to try. he had found a new weakness for him, being shocked.

“would’ve never guessed my quirk could be used to get someone off” he laughed lightly.

“someone with a pain kink that is.” you added.

“you say that like you don’t have one.” bakugo rolled his eyes.

“oh do you? maybe i should try it on you too” denki shrugged.

“maybe you should.” you shrugged back.

“lay down then, on your back.”

you hesitated slightly, not used to following orders from anyone other than bakugo. but you were fully intrigued by denki and his quirk so you did as told. you got up from the floor to lay on the bed and denki eagerly positioned himself between your legs, spreading them apart so he had access to what he wanted most. he lifted the fluffy red and white fabric of your dress up your thighs a bit more. then he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slid them down your body, discarding them on the floor. denki glanced at bakugo, eyes clearly asking for permission. bakugo nodded and denki dipped his head between your thighs. he had no issue finding your clit almost immediately. he worked his tongue around it in languid circles, letting out small sparks of electricity as he did so.

“nngh, don’t stop. please don’t stop.” you moaned. the tables were then turned as you buried your hands into his hair, using your hold as a way to ground yourself. denki continued licking your swollen clit as he placed two fingers at your entrance. he teased you, pushing them in slightly then stopping. pushing. stopping. pushing. until his fingers were deep inside you. the pleasure of him grazing your gspot whilst simultaneously sucking your clit was conflicting and quite frankly, overwhelming. his consistency faltered though and a moan of bakugo’s name caught your attention. you looked to find your boyfriend fingering denki as well, lube-slicked fingers curved and out of the boy slowly.

“god that’s so hot.” you said through a broken moan.

“you’re telling me.” bakugo replied quietly, almost as if he didn’t intend to say it aloud.

“can’t wait to watch you fuck him.” you said.

“can’t wait to fuck him.” bakugo muttered, again as if it were unintentional.

“then fuck me.” denki said as he turned to face bakugo.

“you’re ready for it?” bakugo asked with more concern than he planned.

“mhmm.” denki nodded.

“are you sure?” bakugo hesitated.

“yes i’m sure. i want it katsuki, i want you.” denki admitted and he would have been embarrassed by how needy he sounded if it weren’t for the small yet endearing smile that took over bakugo’s face.

“good, because i want you too.” bakugo countered as he pressed himself into denki’s rim. denki’s throat burned at the moan he let out. he had to use his forearm to muffle his noises otherwise the whole floor would know what was going on behind their closed door.

“keep eating her out.” bakugo ordered to the disheveled boy beneath him. denki found the strength to regain focus on your pleasure. he wrapped his lips around your clit once more, this time jolts of electricity shot from his tongue uncontrollably. the feeling was indescribably arousing and you knew that both he and you would be unraveling messes within the next few minutes. bakugo was fucking into him deeply, slow yet precise strokes filling denki perfectly. it hurt slightly, but bakugo was so gentle and determined to hit the spots that made denki’s legs tremble that the pain was merely an afterthought. even though denki couldn’t properly think because of his overwhelming arousal, he did know that he wanted to make you cum before he did. he pushed his fingers into your dripping hole again, thrusting and curling them almost perfectly across your gspot. the combination of his fingers and his tongue was a nightmare in the best way possible.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck you’re so good at that. i’m gonna…” your back arched off of the mattress, hands tangling into the comforter as you came over denki’s fingers. though he didn’t stop immediately, he continued curving his fingers into you, making you writhe beneath him. he only stopped when bakugo thrusted into him a bit more harshly than he had been before, tearing a weak and broken moan from the fucked out boy

“i-i’m close. i’m so c-close.” denki stuttered.

“yeah? let me help.” you said in an almost whisper, still not completely recovered from your own orgasm.

you scooted down a little lower so that you were essentially eye level with denki. you grabbed his leaking erection and guided it toward your hole. you teased it a bit, admiring the way denki’s eyes clenched tightly and his breath got heavier. you pushed his tip into you and he took care of the rest. his hips lazily pushed the rest of his length into your wet heat and the boy nearly passed out. as if you and bakugo had telepathically communicated when you were going to make denki absolutely lose his mind, you clenched around him tightly and bakugo hit his spot perfectly.

“fuck fuck fuck, shit. i-” denki’s sentence was cut short by him pulling out of you and cumming on your dress. he collapsed beside you, not an ounce of strength available to sturdy him.

“mm, gonna cum.” is all that bakugo could manage to get out as he uses his hand to finish himself off. his cum dripped down his fingers and onto the bedsheets in a mesmerizing pool of white. denki had a strange urge to lick it all up yet lacked the energy to do so.

“i don’t think i’ve ever cum that hard in my life, and that’s saying something.” denki broke the temporarily still silence.

“agreed. how do you have a vibrator literally built into your tongue? shit was insane.” you exclaimed.

“sparky’s just perfect clearly.” bakugo input as he sat against the headboard of the bed.

“i’m not perfect.” denki laughed lightly.

“yeah you are.” bakugo said softly.

“then you are too. you and y/n.”

“perfect enough for us to do this again sometime?” you questioned.

“i was hoping so.” denki smiled.

shoto is down to a one v four in CSGO. somehow your whole team had slipped up and got wiped by your opposer, leaving shoto to fend for himself. you know he’s a phenomenal player, probably the best player you know in all honesty. but for some reason, your faith in him clutching this match is substantially low. your chat is in agreement, being poor sports and commenting as though shoto had already lost.

you watch as he uses his main, an AK47, to plant a perfect headshot into an unexpecting enemy.

“ok ok, nice shot shoto. 3 more like that.” you cheer him on. he’s quiet, too focused to respond but your morale boost is very appreciated on his end. you have his stream open on the side of your monitor and you watch as his eyebrows furrow so tightly together it almost makes you laugh. but you refrain, not wanting to distract him from his detrimental task. after a few seconds of walking around the map shoto is met by another member from the opposing team. his reflexes are eerily quick as he slides his mouse, aligning his crosshairs perfectly on the opponents head and taking the shot in a matter of seconds. instant headshot kill.

“holy. ok two more.” you state, quite frankly at a loss for words.

you hear a few distant shots and shoto notices them too. those cat-like reflexes take over once more, he turns to see the remaining two opponents approaching him, firing their weapons mercilessly. shoto crouches and fires his gun. he hits one opponents chest and the other’s arm, though it’s not enough to take them out. his health is dangerously low, but he fires again and lands two perfect headshots. the rest of your team goes absolutely insane and shoto has the most smug smirk on his face as he tries to humbly mask the fact that he just annihilated a one v four with mostly headshots.

“that was so sexy, oh my fucking god.” you exclaim, unaware of the volume in which you said it.

“wait, what?” he chokes, though there’s no possible way he didn’t hear what you said.

“that was sexy, you’re too good.” you repeat, adding a bit more emphasis on the ‘sexy’ this time.

you look at his stream on your screen, his face is flushed of all color save for the rich red blush creeping over his cheeks.

“yeah thanks um, you uhh, you did really sexy-really good too y/n.”

“shoto, i died in the first five seconds.” you laugh.

he turns his face cam off and you feel slightly guilty for flustering him into embarrassment, but it was fully unintentional. his reaction was cute though, an image stored away in your brain forever. you glance at your chat which is full of people laughing and saying you broke shoto. you giggle while reading each comment but your laughter is cut short by shoto’s reappearance.

“sorry about that, needed some water.” shoto explains while awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “chat relax, stop spamming ‘sexy shoto’” he continues.

you laugh again before muttering, “i mean, they’re not wrong.” to what you thought was yourself, but apparently you need to work on your whispering because both your chat and shoto hear you.

“maybe i need to start clutching one v fours more often then.” he tries to play it off coolly but that telltale blush is still plastered on his face.

“if you clutch another one then i might just have to kiss you, i don’t even know.” you joke, though you’re not sure if you’re even fully joking at this point.

“bet.” he responds as you guys queue up for another match, where shoto does in fact clutch another one v four.

denki kaminari

- you’re his streamer crush

- you know of him because you’ve played with him in a few lobbies put together by mutual friends

- but everything you know about him is surface level

- one thing you do know about him though, is he’s very competitive

- and so are you

- so what happens when you two are put in the same crab game lobby?

- one word…

- chaos

you tend to be decently calm and collected, but for some reason video games bring out the absolute devil in you. today one of your friends invited you to play crab game in a huge group they had put together. you figured it’d be super fun to play with your friends and meet people in the lobby that you haven’t yet, so you agreed to be apart of it.

upon entering the game, chaos is already ensuing. there are about fifty players already in game, chatting and jumping all over the place, hitting each other and laughing. you can tell tonight is going to be fun.

you’re about to go see if you can find anyone you know when someone with a name you’re somewhat familiar with but don’t know too well begins to approach you.

“i hear you’ve never lost a game of crab game” the guy states.

interesting way to start a conversation you think to yourself.

“you’ve heard correctly then.” you respond smugly. it’s true, granted you’ve only played three times, but still.

“well i’m here to change that.” he responds. you can’t see his face but you can tell he has an all too confident smirk spread across it.

“well, denki? am i saying that right?” you ask and he simply hums in response.

“that’s big talk for someone i didn’t even know existed until five seconds ago.” you continue.

“oh trust, you’ll know who i am by the end of the game.” he says nonchalantly before walking away.

you could scoff at his audacity, but something about the banter intrigued you and you most definitely were not about to let him win.

after everyone has readied up, the game starts with the classic red light green light. you’re stood to the right of the map and you notice denki walking towards you and stopping once he’s standing behind you. you know what he’s about to try and do, he wants to hit you during a red light so you get eliminated. clever but predictable, you don’t plan on letting him win that easily.

the huge doll at the end of the path begins singing, signaling that it’s time for the players to move. you do exactly that, making sure to dodge and weave to make it difficult for denki to hit you.

“why are you moving so much, you scared?” denki asks while everyone is stopped and waiting for the doll to move again.

“not scared of you if that’s what you’re implying.”

“are you sure about that?” denki questions before clicking his mouse, causing his character to hit yours.

in perfect timing, the doll turns around and begins singing again.

“i’ll remember that.” you say, already plotting how you’d get your revenge for his attempted murder.

you both barely complete this round after countless attempts to get the other eliminated. this continues for the entire game with you guys targeting one another other in each challenge, ignoring anyone around you. obstacle after obstacle, you guys barely make it through. no one else is seen as a threat and it almost seems as though all the other players are leaving you to hash out whatever rivalry had brewed in the lobby.

eventually you two are the last ones standing in bomb tag. the premise of the game is to be the last one standing without the bomb. you’re the one who starts with it and denki is already sprinting across the map. he jumps and climbs ladders with ease, gaining distance on you. though you’re able to cut him off and tag him, transferring the bomb to him. you run away as quickly as possible but you evidently weren’t fast enough because he tags you back immediately. you’re now in possession of the bomb again with fifteen seconds on the clock. ten seconds. five seconds. you lose hope in winning until denki trips up and accidentally slips down a ladder, you tag him and the bomb explodes his character.

“hell yeah, eat my ass bitch boy. what was that you said about changing my win rate? i can’t hear you talking shit now. aw, are you embarrassed? cute.” you say with mock sympathy. you’re admittedly a bit too excited for winning something as dumb as crab game, but it’s the satisfaction of beating denki that’s so gratifying. you wait for a response for a couple seconds, hearing a faint

“chat, i think she’s my soulmate.” before respawning back in the lobby.

katsuki bakugo

- you’re his significant other that makes occasional appearances on his stream

- like denki, he’s very competitive

- so his viewers think it’s hilarious how soft he gets when you’re there

- he’ll be in the midst of cussing someone out with every cuss word known to man in two different languages

- then you’ll walk in and ask what he wants for dinner and he’s just like

- “whatever you want baby, i know you had a long day so get what’ll make you happy. let me bow down to you and kiss your feet while you’re at it.”

- that’s not exactly what he says, but his chat swears that’s what he sounds like

“holy shit you absolute fucking moron, are you actually fucking kidding me deku? how are you so fucking shit at this game?” bakugo practically growls at his friend on the other end of the discord call.

“i literally asked for backup ten times but your dumb ass wanted to try and take out a whole team on your own.” izuku explains.

“well maybe if you weren’t complete dog shit you wouldn’t have needed backup in the first place doofus.” bakugo counters.

“says the guy who died to a bot last round.” kirishima laughs, chiming in on the argument.

“fuck off. don’t even get me started on you, you fucking-”

“hey babe, oh sorry. i didn’t know you were still streaming.” you stop yourself, beginning to back out of the room.

“wait no, it’s ok. come say hi.” bakugo says, his tone a complete 180 from the menacing demon he was about to unleash on kirishima. you walk into frame, sitting in the extra chair that katsuki has for whenever you guest star in his streams.

“hi chat. hi eijiro and izuku.” you smile and wave, catching how bakugo looks at you endearingly as you do so. his chat starts booming with ‘hi y/n’s’ and ‘how are you’s.’

“i’m good, how are you guys?” you ask, used to this routine from the first time you appeared on bakugo’s stream. one comment in particular catches your eye.

‘i’m good, bakugo seems to be having a rough day though lol’

you read the comment aloud before laughing to yourself and asking “why’s that?” even though you could more than likely guess why.

‘he’s ass at valorant but keeps blaming his friends for it’ someone else comments.

“i heard” you respond “katsuki, you can’t cuss out your friends for being shit when you’re shit yourself.”

“damn, she got you there.” you hear kirishima mumble.

“kirishima shut the hell up before i shove my fist up your-”

“katsuki.” you cut him short, rolling your eyes at how easily hot headed your boyfriend can get.

“sorry.” he mutters, voice still sharp yet carrying a lot less bite.

you glance over his chat again, looking at everyone talking about how amusing it is that you calm him down so easily.

you and bakugo spot a ‘i can definitely tell who wears the pants in this relationship and it’s not bakugo…’ comment at the same time.

“tsk. i wear the pants. end of story.” bakugo grunts.

“hm, wonder if you’d still enjoy wearing the pants while you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” you shrug.

“what? no.” his whole demeanor softens as he turns to face you, his eyes are pleading for any sign of a joke in yours.

“ok fine, we share the pants. a pant leg each.” he sighs.

“better.” you reply with a smile and you stand up to leave.

it all started with a simple question.

“have you guys ever had a threesome?” you asked nonchalantly as you scrolled past some twitter porn that someone had retweeted on your timeline, hence what sparked your question.

“no, why?” bokuto responds, completely unbothered by the question. this was a normal conversation for you guys. after knowing him for so many years, the two of you had built a comfortability with each other that makes even the most abnormal conversations seem mundane.

“just saw a video of one on my twitter timeline and was curious is all.” you shrug, continuing to scroll and like a tweet that makes you laugh.

“oo, let me see.” bokuto says, perking up at your statement from his end of the couch.

“i wanna see too.” akaashi says, lifting his head from bokuto’s chest to look in your direction. you had gone over to their apartment to help bokuto study for his upcoming bio exam, but that was immediately forgotten and you all ended up migrating to the couch to watch a movie. the movie is over now, but you’re procrastinating going back to your own apartment and attending to responsibilities you need to complete. you stand up and move towards your friends, scrolling up to find the video once more.

“there.” you say, showing them the screen.

“mm two guys one girl action, looks fun.” bokuto hums.

“that’s hot.” akaashi states, eyeing the video with full intrigue.

“i was thinking the same thing.” you agree, glancing at the screen too. you watched as one of the guys in the video began helping the girl give the second guy a blowjob. it was truly arousing and you couldn’t help but imagine yourself being the girl in that situation. your heart dropped when you imagined the two guys being bokuto and akaashi though. you choked at the thought, your throat suddenly losing every last drop of moisture within it.

“you ok?” akaashi asks, eyes averting from your phone screen to your face and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“yeah, i’m fine.” you say, pulling your phone away from their view.

“hey, it was just getting to the good part!” bokuto pouts and you roll your eyes, sitting back down on the couch.

“i’m not gonna sit here and hold the phone while you watch the whole porn weirdo.” you laugh.

“what was the point in showing me then? now i’m horny.” bokuto frowns, crossing his arms dramatically. now akaashi rolls his eyes and you just chuckle to yourself.

“maybe you should go take care of that then.” you shrug, reinvesting yourself into your twitter timeline.

“maybe i should. and maybe you two should join me, we can remake that video.” bokuto smirks and you choke again, completely thrown off by the statement.

“funny joke.” you say sarcastically, trying your hardest to pretend the words that just left your best friend’s mouth did not affect you.

“i’m not joking.” bokuto says, tone assertive and lacking any sense of humor. yours and akaashi’s head both snap in bokuto’s direction in unison, confusion plastered on both of your guys’ faces.

“what? why are you guys looking at me like that? don’t pretend you didn’t both just say that video was hot.” bokuto huffs, throwing his hands up in defense. you look at akaashi who looks just as much at a loss for words as you feel.

“that doesn’t mean we want to have a threesome together?” you say, failing to sound convincing in any way. you know you don’t mean what you just said, not in the slightest.

“oh come on. don’t make me seem weird right now. i know you guys both feel this weird ass sexual tension whenever the three of us hang out. i know it’s not just me.” bokuto admits. there’s a pause of silence before akaashi speaks.

“i mean, i guess he has a point.” akaashi stares blankly at you, waiting for your response.

“you guys are fucking with me right now, right?” you question. disbelief is an understatement for what you’re currently feeling.

“i’m so serious. i’ve noticed it for awhile now but could never find the confidence to bring it up.” bokuto explains.

“same here, i thought it was just me.” akaashi chimes in.

you look back and forth between them, feeling as though a camera crew was about to pop out of nowhere and reveal that this is all some kind of strange prank. but it never happens and you realize that your friends are fully serious.

“so you guys actually wanna have a threesome?” you swallow harshly. are you actually considering this right now?

“i think it’d be good to finally relieve this weird tension.” bokuto shrugs.

“i don’t see why not.” akaashi states.

“wow, ok. um well, if you guys are down, i am too i guess.” you try not to sound too excited.

“alright, we should take this to the bedroom then.” bokuto smiles.

a rush of both nerves and excitement flow through you as you enter the shared bedroom of the two men in front of you. it feels awkward for a moment but bokuto instructs you to lie down on the bed, which you immediately comply to.

“this is gonna be so hot.” bokuto mumbles, almost more to himself than anyone else, before bending down to interlock his lips with yours. the act catches you off guard but you immediately melt into this kiss. bokuto’s lips are soft. extremely soft. and he’s gentle with you. the complete opposite of what you expected from him. you hear a low hum of content from akaashi who you can’t see since your eyes are closed, but you’re assuming he’s watching the two of you right now. the thought of it causes you to let out a quiet moan into the kiss, to which bokuto smirks at. he’s guiding the kiss with ease, gradually applying more pressure. his hand is now snaking behind your head to grasp the hair at the nape of your neck. he tugs it gently, your head tilting back ever so slightly but allowing him more leverage over the kiss. he takes this opportunity to lick your bottom lip which you take as a request for access. you open your mouth a bit more, letting his tongue explore you. you feel your body temperature begin to rise as the kiss gets more intense and you hear rustling coming from where akaashi was kneeling on the bed. what was he doing? touching himself? while he watched you guys? again the thought makes you moan, this time a bit louder than the first. bokuto moans back against your lips and your heat pulses at the sound of it. just as you were about to become fully intoxicated by the kiss, bokuto pulls away and it takes a lot for you not to whine. he looks unreal when he pulls back. hair messy where you were tugging on it, lips swollen, and a deep red tint dusting his cheeks. you almost moan just from looking at him and almost moan again when you look over at akaashi who is in nothing but his boxers, hand palming his growing erection. so that’s what the rustling was.

“kiss her, she’s so fucking good at it.” bokuto instructs akaashi and he does not hesitate to do as told. you giggle at how easily the two of you follow bokuto’s orders, but your laugh is cut short when akaashi’s lips attach to yours. if you thought bokuto’s lips were soft, you were completely mistaken. akaashi’s were impossibly softer and you didn’t think anyone could be more gentle than bokuto had been, but akaashi does not fail to prove you wrong. your brain is in a complete haze while he kisses you. the only thought occupying your mind is how you feel like you could kiss him forever and never get tired of it. he uses his thumb and forefinger to grab your chin, slowly deepening this kiss. before you know it, his tongue is gliding against your own and you can’t help the whimpers that are escaping your lips.

“fuck, i’m getting so hard.” bokuto groans which causes you and akaashi to smile against each other. he disconnects the kiss, leaving you feeling drowsy.

“tell me about it.” akaashi sighs, peeking down at the tent in is boxers. you follow his gaze, the bulge you saw earlier now scarily bigger. your eyes widen, the curios urge to learn how big he is begins to overwhelm you.

“you wanna see it? ask him then.” you hear from beside you. you snap out of your haze to look up at bokuto who was now only in his boxers as well. you felt uncomfortably overdressed.

“what?” you ask, not having fully grasped what he said.

“staring isn’t gonna do anything. ask him to show you how big it is.” bokuto smirks. you switch your gaze from bokuto’s golden eyes to akaashi’s deep brown ones shyly.

“can i see it?” you ask, your voice coming out much quieter than you intended it to.

“you’re adorable” akaashi chuckles “of course you can.” he slides his boxers down his body revealing a hard, throbbing cock that almost looked disproportionate in comparison to his slender frame.

“holy shit.” you huff unintentionally but you are genuinely caught by surprise.

“i know right? i had the same reaction the first time i saw it. still do honestly.” bokuto says. sometime during that interaction, bokuto had taken his boxers off too and now both men are completely nude in front of you and you have no idea what to do with yourself. thankfully, bokuto is there to provide instruction for you.

“sit up.” he demands, and unsurprisingly, you do exactly that. once you’re sat upright, bokuto grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head and off your body in one swift motion. akaashi helps with the next part, moving behind you to unclasp your bra. the material slides off your chest with your help, exposing your breasts to your best friend and his boyfriend.

“so pretty.” bokuto compliments and you feel your face grow hot.

he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, akaashi following suit with the other.

“oh my god.” you moan, watching as both guys pleasure your chest. you feel your underwear dampen, making you hyper aware that you are still wearing them. trying your best not to disrupt the men attached to you, you maneuvered your way out of your shorts and wet panties. now you’re all fully naked and you can’t imagine feeling any more turned on than you are right now. akaashi is the first to pull away and get a glimpse of your now naked figure. you don’t miss how his eyes linger on certain areas as he looks you over, his bottom lip absentmindedly tucked between his teeth as he does so.

“stunning.” he says in an almost whisper and your heart flutters a bit. his comment was loud enough for bokuto to hear, making the man curious to see what exactly was stunning. he finishes the hickey he was placing on your chest before his eyes rake up and down your body. you feel slightly insecure and extremely vulnerable with two pairs of eyes staring at your naked form, but the way bokuto’s darken with lust reassure you that they like what they see.

“fuck y/n, lay down.” bokuto groans. you lay back on the bed, back sinking into the cool sheets on the mattress. two large hands find their way to your inner thighs, spreading them apart borderline painfully wide. you shiver at the cool air hitting your swollen clit. you’re desperate for some form of contact, and bokuto gladly gives it to you. his tongue has no trouble finding it’s way to your clit, immediately circling the sensitive nub. your back arches and a broken moan tears from your throat.

“mm” akaashi moans as he watches in awe. he’s stroking himself slowly, completely wrapped up in the pleasure of watching his boyfriend go down on you. though he’s not too wrapped up to notice his boyfriend’s tip leaking precum. his cock looks painfully hard, like it’s begging for release and what kind of boyfriend would akaashi be if he didn’t help his lover out. you watch as akaashi shifts down the bed, near bokuto’s dripping length. akaashi licks up the precum pooling on the bed, mostly for your amusement since he knows you’re watching. he then kitten licks the tip, testing for a reaction from bokuto. bokuto groans against your clit, the vibrations making you arch against his tongue. you look down at akaashi who looks extremely content with both of your reactions. they give him the motivation to swallow as much of bokuto as he can, which may as well be all of it. your eyes widen as you watch, you don’t think you could ever take that much of bokuto in your mouth. he is definitely above average not only in length, but girth, and akaashi takes it all like it’s nothing.

“holy fuck akaashi, just like that.” bokuto takes a break to moan, glaring down at his boyfriend. akaashi looks back up at him almost too innocently considering he has a whole dick shoved down his throat. bokuto gives one good thrust into akaashi’s mouth before tending back to your needs. his tongue effortlessly finds its way back to your clit, but this time he pushes a finger inside of you along with it.

“nngh bokuto, fuck.” you breathe heavily. it’s just one finger but it somehow fills you up so well. the way he curves it inside of you at the same tempo that he’s moving his tongue against your clit is driving you insane.

“do you want more?” he asks, sounding just as breathless as you. you take a quick look down and see exactly why, he’s now gently face-fucking akaashi who is moaning around his cock while stroking his own. all you can do is nod ‘yes’ in response, completely unable to provide any verbal answer. but bokuto won’t accept that.

“i want to hear you say it, do you want more?” he says, pulling his finger out of you completely and leaving you with no more pleasure.

“yes, please bokuto. i need more.” you cringe at how needy you sound but every part of your body is aching for release right now.

“you sound so pretty all desperate like that.” he groans before placing two fingers at your entrance. he slides them in, curling them upward to hit the spot that has you gripping the sheets and calling out his name.

“so fucking hot.” he mutters, lowering his head to lick your clit once more. you were somewhat embarrassed about being the loudest one in the room until a loud, hoarse moan somewhat startled you. it came from bokuto you concluded, after looking down and seeing that akaashi’s throat had relaxed enough to take the last bit of bokuto that he couldn’t earlier. now bokuto’s entire length is fully down his throat with akaashi holding it there as if he doesn’t even know what the word gag reflex means.

“shit..fuck akaashi. you’re gonna make me cum. please make me cum.” bokuto practically begs. he sounds so needy and fucked out, it makes your hole clench around his fingers. between that and akaashi taking his full length again, bokuto is completely done for. 

“ahh fuck i’m-nngh, gonna..’m cumming.” he can’t even complete his sentence before he’s spilling into akaashi’s mouth with such breathy noises. akaashi swallows all of it and it’s all just so much, too much. you grind yourself against bokuto’s fingers that are still resting inside you. he takes the hint and begins curling them to help, though his pace is much slower since he hasn’t yet fully regained his composure. akaashi moves toward you, placing his middle and index fingers on your clit and rubbing them against it. your vision goes blurry before you clench your eyes shut, back arching off the bed as your orgasm consumes you and you feel a rush of liquid escape your body.

“holy shit, did i just-“

“squirt? yeah. all over my face.” bokuto says and akaashi chuckles softly.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry.” you hide behind your hands, completely embarrassed.

“don’t be, that was the second hottest thing that’s happened to me today. first being my boyfriend deepthroating the hell out of me. where did that come from babe?”

“i don’t know. it was hot watching how good you made y/n feel, i wanted to do the same for you.” akaashi smiles.

“aww.” you coo at the cute remark.

“i love you.” bokuto coos too, placing a chaste kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. “and i think it’s time for us to finishing making you feel good.” he adds, attention shifting to akaashi’s still very hard member.

“i agree.” you chime in, moving closer to akaashi and positioning yourself in front of his length. you lick a stripe along the side of his shaft, looking over to bokuto, indicating for him to join in. he follows your lead, licking the opposite side.

“oh my, fuck.” akaashi moans. he begins playing with both of your guys’ hair, occasionally using it to guide your mouths across his shaft. he’s a moaning mess above you two and you’re positive he isn’t gonna last much longer. you readjust your position so you can take akaashi’s tip into your mouth, slowly sucking down the shaft until you reach about halfway. akaashi trembles at the sensation, mere seconds away from completely losing control in your mouth. but you want bokuto to be the one to make him cum so you pull off. bokuto somehow knows exactly what you expect of him. he takes your place, taking all of akaashi in his mouth with ease.

“shit babe, i’m gonna cum. mm-“ akaashi’s whole body shakes with his orgasm. the low, broken moans ripping from his throat are something you want carved in your memory forever. 

there’s a short moment of silence with everyone coming back to their senses afterwards, but the silence is comforting.

“i can’t believe we really did that.” akaashi sighs after fully coming down from his high.

“i can’t believe how good everything felt.” bokuto adds.

“i can’t believe how good you guys are at sucking dick.” you say and the three of you start laughing. 

“am i the only one completely down to do that again?” bokuto asks after the laughter dies down.

“i’m very down.” akaashi says.

“round two?” you ask.

“absolutely.”

there’s been countless occasions where the two of you have gotten awfully close to getting intimate with one another, but you always seem to stop it before anything gets too escalated. bakugou is fine with it, at least you believe he is. he never complains or asks why, just kisses you and tells you he’ll wait for whenever you’re ready. you appreciate him for that more than he’ll ever know, but part of you still can’t help but feel guilty for never letting things go any further. you know he wants it, you can tell by the glint of disappointment that flashes in his eyes whenever you lightly push him away or tell him ‘not today.’ the truth is, you’ve never actually been touched in a sexual manner before and quite honestly, you’re scared to be. you’re embarrassed to tell him that because most people let their partners touch them intimately with no question, but for some reason you get extremely nervous just thinking about it. it’s not even that you don’t want him to, you just can’t help but overthink everything when it comes to sexual situations. but you’ve reached a point where you’re tired of feeling so worried over something that shouldn’t be this terrifying. so, as you’re laying on bakugou’s chest in bed, his hand lightly grasping your chin as he tilts your head back to kiss you deeply, you decide now is the time to open up. 

“bakugou.” you sigh softly, pulling away from the kiss.

“hmm?” he hums, eyes focused on you. 

“you want to touch me don’t you?” you ask genuinely but the question catches him off guard. he chokes on a laugh and tries to mask the small grin tugging at his lips when he realizes how serious you are. 

“i mean, of course i do. but why are you asking?” he quirks an eyebrow at you.

“i don’t know, we’ve been dating for half a year now and haven’t really done anything. i want to and i can tell you do too but...” you trail off, that familiar feeling of embarrassment coming back to bite you.   

“but what?” his eyes narrow in confusion.

“i’m scared to.” you mumble, burying your face into bakugou’s chest in order to avoid eye contact. you feel him place his hand on the back of your head and begin playing with your hair. 

“that’s ok you know. i think everyone’s at least a little scared for their first time. but just know that there’s no pressure for you to be ready anytime soon. and if you are ready, i’ll make sure you feel more than comfortable with everything.” 

you look up at him to meet his gaze. he flashes you a kind smile and your stomach churns a bit. something in you is telling you to just go for it, so you do. you lean upwards to attach your lips to bakugou’s. the kiss is timid, slow, but progressively develops into something a bit more passionate. you readjust your position so that you’re now straddling your boyfriend’s lap and he lets out a low noise that closely resembles a groan. you feel a tingling feeling in your core, inadvertently causing you to rotate your hips against bakugou’s. you both let out breathy moans at that, swallowing each other’s noises within the kiss. bakugou’s hands find their way to your hips, resting there while yours tangle their way into his hair. you’ve made out with bakugou plenty of times, but something about this feels different. feels better. just when you thought you couldn’t get anymore worked up, bakugou’s tongue slides against your bottom lip. you know exactly what he wants and gladly grant it to him. his tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, not too much to make it awkward but enough the make your hips jut against his just a bit harder. at this point you both are evidently aroused, bakugou’s hard-on is pressing up against your throbbing center and the only noises filling the room are both of your soft moans. you never want it to end, but unfortunately, it does. 

“lay on your back.” bakugou says weakly after disconnecting the kiss. you look at him hesitantly and he whispers a comforting ‘it’ll be ok’ before placing a kiss on your forehead. the gesture calms your nerves and you do as told, lying on your back as you wait for what’s to happen next. 

bakugou moves in between your legs, hovering over you slightly. he trails his hands tenderly down the insides of your thighs before resting them on the hem of the pajama shorts you’re currently wearing. you tremble at the touch and bakugou looks at you with concern.

“we don’t have to go all the way today, but i still want to make you feel good.” he says sweetly. you’re so tempted to let go and just let him, but you can’t seem to shake the nerves. 

“i’m still nervous.” you admit shyly. 

“is there a reason why?” 

“what if you don’t like what you see? like, i don’t know, what if i gross you out?” you question and bakugou frowns. 

“y/n, you’re the single most beautiful person i’ve ever seen in my life. i love you idiot, a lot. there’s not an inch of you that i don’t, or won’t like. i promise. ok?” 

you could almost cry at how genuine bakugou’s words are.

“ok, i’m ready. and i love you too katsuki.” you smile. he returns your smile before placing a soft peck to your lips, trailing kisses down from your lips to your neck, then your collarbone. his hands are resting on your sides as he sucks a bruise onto your skin. you let out a quiet moan that bakugou can’t help but grin at before he begins pulling your shirt up your body. you take the hint and lift yourself up a bit, aiding him in lifting the shirt over your head. he follows suit, pulling his shirt off as well in an attempt to help you feel more comfortable. your eyes graze over the curves and dips of your boyfriend’s defined body and his do the same to you. you hadn’t worn a bra underneath your shirt so your bare torso is fully on display for bakugou to see. 

“fuck, you’re so pretty.” he mutters under his breath. you intended on thanking him for the compliment but him reaching down to attach his mouth to your nipple prevented that. you can’t help but let out a moan of his name which shoots a wave of pleasure straight to his member. he continues to alternate between sucking each nipple for a few more moments before kissing his way down your stomach. the foreign feeling forces you to arch into his touch. bakugou is obsessed with how responsive and sensitive you are, its making him painfully turned on. 

he places a kiss on the hem of your shorts before linking his fingers there and lightly tugging, insinuating that he wants them off. you lift your hips, allowing him to pull the fabric off your body, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. he kisses up and down the inner parts of each thigh before pulling away to look at you. 

“are you sure this is ok? i really don’t wanna do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” he asks, wanting to reinforce that you’re truly fine with all of this. 

“i’m positive, i’m ready katsu.” you reply. 

he places another kiss to the inside of your right thigh before pulling your panties to the side, revealing your dripping wet folds. you gasp at the cool air hitting your sensitive area and bakugou groans at how wet you are. 

“holy shit.” he breathes before pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, testing your reaction. your eyes meet his in anticipation, waiting for something more to happen. then finally, he licks your folds at a teasing pace. your hands gain leverage in his hair, tugging at the blond locks. he continues licking your swollen clit, circling and massaging the nub with his tongue. he’s clearly done this before and you’re not quite sure how long you’re going to last. 

he shifts his attention from your clit to your hole, teasing the ring expertly. your grip on his hair tightens and the two of you moan in perfect unison. then bakugou’s tongue dips inside of you and the feeling is almost overwhelming. 

“fuck, you’re so good at that.” you groan. he looks up at you with a smug grin, his tongue still languidly tasting your insides. you find yourself moving your hips against his mouth unintentionally, but you can’t help it. it feels too good. but what you don’t know yet, is that it can feel even better. 

he removes his tongue from your hole and replaces it with a finger and you let out a loud string of obscenities. he reattaches his mouth to your clit once more, sucking while simultaneously fucking his finger in and out of you. he’s hypnotized by all the sounds leaving your lips, almost cumming in his pants as he listens. 

“mm, your little noises are so hot.” he mumbles against you and you can feel your arousal increase at the praise. he adds another finger, curling both upwards and you swear you begin seeing white. between bakugou sucking gently on your clit as he also massages your spot with his fingers, you know you’re pretty much done for. 

“nngh, katsuki. fuck, i’m so close.” you moan as you toss your head back, clenching your eyes shut. 

“yeah? i’ve wanted to make you cum for so long, cum for me pretty girl.” he moans against you. 

with those words, you’re a goner. your back arches off the bed, pressing deeper into bakugou’s touch and you’re completely overcome with pleasure. your grip on katsuki’s hair grows dangerously tight as your orgasm surges through you. he keeps his fingers inside you, fucking you through your high until you’re limp around the digits. 

“oh my god.” you sigh once your vision has returned from your dizzying climax. 

“was that ok?” bakugou questions, laying down beside you.

“ok? that was more than ok. it was amazing.” you reply, unable to contain your huge smile.

“see, there was nothing to worry about idiot. told you i’d make you feel good.”

“that you did.” you laugh. “seems like you need to feel good too.” you point out, acknowledging his very noticeable erection. 

“it’s ok, i’ll go take care of it.” he shrugs. 

“you could do that...but um, i think i want to help you.” you say hesitantly. 

“are you sure?”

“mhm” you nod. 

it’s been a long three weeks of no sexual interaction between you and your boyfriend. you’re fine for the most part, as you yourself aren’t participating in the dumb little challenge shouto is currently taking part in. you can touch and do whatever you want to yourself, though your boyfriend cannot. him and his friends have a bet that none of them could actually successfully complete no nut november in its entirety, and the guy that lasts the longest gets a hundred dollars from each participant. to your surprise, shouto actually agreed to take on the challenge and is so far looking as though he’ll win. it’s between him and midoriya currently, the rest of the guys had failed long ago. he seems so determined to win so you don’t try to sabotage his efforts too much, though sometimes it’s hard to keep your hands off of him or not want his hands on you. but even then, he refuses to let himself lose the challenge and rejects your advances. until today that is.

the two of you are supposed to be on the couch watching a movie together, but instead shouto is pressed on top of you with his hands gripping your waist and his lips hungrily attached to yours. you could tell shouto was distracted throughout the whole movie, but what you didn’t anticipate was for him to unexpectedly flip you over so that your back sank into the couch cushions under his weight while he attached his lips to yours. but it’s not like you’re complaining, this is the most you’ve gotten from him in weeks due to his little contest, so you decide not to jeopardize it in any way. shouto’s breaths are heavy against your mouth and you know he wants you. you know he wants to feel you more than anything right now, but you can still sense a feeling of apprehension in his actions. he pulls away, lips already beginning to bruise from the aggression of the kiss and his eyes glazed with lust.

“you think midoriya has lost yet?” todoroki asks through shallow breaths.

“honestly...who cares?” you shrug, pulling shouto back down towards you by the collar of his shirt in order to reconnect the kiss.

“valid point.” he mumbles against your lips. his hands trail their way up your body until they find themselves tangled in your hair, using it as leverage to deepen the kiss.

luckily, despite the two of you not noticing, todoroki’s phone chimed with a text message in the group chat from midoriya claiming that he no longer is apart of the challenge, therefore deeming shouto the winner.

if that text had come a half hour later though, todoroki would surely have lost.

bakugou

- will last four days tops

- nothing more nothing less

- and barely even that

- the only reason he lasts that long is bc he’s a competitive little shit

- and doesn’t want to lose to shouto

- but fails miserably nonetheless

- and you can bet he fucks you senseless when he reaches his breaking point

- he doesn’t last very long bc of how pent up he is

- very sloppy and very verbal

bakugou’s attitude has been worse than usual because of him participating in no nut november and you have a feeling he won’t last much longer. it’s only been four days but you know that with your boyfriend’s atypical libido, he’s probably quite literally about to explode. every word that leaves his mouth carries more bite than they typically do and you are more than aware that if he doesn’t cum soon, his anger will only end up getting the better of him.

“katsuki, if you need to cum just cum because it’s making you too on edge. you’ve been yelling at that pickle jar for the past five minutes.” you sigh as you look over your immensely distraught boyfriend.

“yeah because it won’t fucking open! who the hell makes these things anyway? it’s so fucking stupid! i don’t even want the damn pickle anymore.” bakugou huffs, slamming the pickle jar down on the counter which shockingly doesn’t break at the impact.

“babe, relax.” you say as you walk up to where he’s leaned against the kitchen island. “if you want, i can help you.” you finish, rubbing his arms gingerly. he shuts his eyes for a quick second in response to your touch before responding to you verbally.

“help me with what exactly?” he asks with questioning eyes.

“opening the jar obviously, unless you need help with something else?” you tease as you glance down towards his lower half. he noticeably swallows at your suggestion before roughly grabbing your arm and moving you so that you’re now bent over the counter.

“dammit y/n. it’s been really hard not to lose because of you you know?” he grunts as he lifts up the already too revealing skirt that you may or may not have worn on purpose.

“yeah i know, that’s the whole point.” you reply which earns you a harsh smack on the ass.

“guess i’ll just have to punish you for it then.” bakugou shrugs.

long story short, bakugou loses the challenge and you get punished. hard.

shinsou

- would probably last a week

- the first three days wouldn’t be too difficult for him

- but from then on, it only gets worse

- and you’re a tease so you actually make it a living hell for him

- making out with him a little too roughly

- grazing up against his most sensitive areas

- until he genuinely cannot take it anymore

- will not last long at all when you help him cum

- maybe a solid 3 minutes

- possibly four

- he’s just extra sensitive, leave him alone

you’re currently straddling shinsou’s lap, grinding against his most sensitive area while you let his tongue roam your mouth. the two of you have been making out like this for a good hour, though you didn’t start straddling shinsou until just moments ago. the friction of you rubbing yourself against his clothed yet throbbing member was almost too much for him in itself. then add you kissing him in the way that gives his whole body chills, making him want to fuck into you relentlessly, and you have quite a dangerous combination. 

you can tell by the soft, breathy moans escaping his lips that you have him in a real tough position. part of you wants to grant him mercy and give him the opportunity to still win this nnn challenge, but the other part of you is obsessed with how sensitive he is right now and all of the noises he’s making and the way he’s desperately gripping onto your thighs while you move your hips against his, it’s all too alluring to want to stop.

“y/n, you’re gonna make me cum.” he groans, tossing his head back against the headboard of your shared bed.

“good. i wish you knew how hot you looked right now. can’t imagine how good you’ll look when you cum.” you moan in an attempt to push him over the edge. if there’s one thing your boyfriend is a whore for, it’s praise. you found that out on accident and ever since it’s been somewhat of a secret weapon, and it’s working like a charm now.

shinsou’s grip on your thighs gets dangerously tight, to the point where you’re sure there will be bruises by tomorrow, but you don’t care because the way he’s arching himself into you as he moans your name while releasing one of the best orgasms he’s probably ever had in his life is more than enough to make up for it.

“fuck, well i guess i lose then huh?” shinsou laughs lightly as he comes down.

“yeah, but i think it was worth it.” you shrug.

“more than worth it.” he smiles before placing a soft peck on your lips.

mirio

- like shouto, could probably last the whole month

- he just has a lot of restraint

- even when you try to tease or fluster him

- it works, but not enough to actually get him to cum

- only goes for so long because of how annoyed you get

- you had an elaborate plan on how to get him to fail the first week

- which didn’t work whatsoever

- and ever since, you’ve grown more frustrated than mirio has

- and he thinks it’s adorable

- you get the upper hand eventually though

your teasing efforts continuously fall short with mirio and it’s starting to frustrate you. when mirio first asked how you felt about him participating in the nnn challenge you agreed to it because you figured he wouldn’t last long anyway. but when a week passed and it seemed liked mirio wasn’t fazed in the slightest, you began to regret that decision. so you tried and you tried to get him to slip up and lose the challenge, but each try was a failure. he’s stubbornly determined to complete the whole month without a single orgasm and it’s irking your soul, so you decide to pull out your final trick. you remember once you had worn one of mirio’s shirts with nothing but underwear underneath and he was completely and utterly flustered by it, so you plan to do that again. except this time, with absolutely nothing underneath.

after successfully stealing one of mirio’s oversized shirts and slipping it over your naked body, you join him in bed as he patiently waits for you. the moment his eyes catch sight of you, they widen and you begin to think this may be the attempt that finally gets him to lose this stupid challenge.

“you look so good in my shirt.” mirio compliments you with a wide smile as you get into bed beside him.

“you think so? it’s a little big but i like it.” you say, lifting the sides of the shirt a bit to reveal that you’re wearing no underwear.

again, mirio’s eyes widen as they rake over your figure and he looks as though he’s contemplating what to say next.

“naughty girl, you really want me to lose this challenge huh?” he says, inching a bit closer to you with a trying smile plastered on his face.

“i’ve been trying for the past few weeks.” you sigh, hoisting yourself up so that you can straddle mirio’s waist. his breath hitches at the realization that your bare cunt is pressed against his crotch and he figures there’s no point in continuing the challenge anymore. i mean he’s probably made it farther than most other guys right? five days until the end of november? seems good enough to him.

he flips the two of you over so that now you’re on your back with him hovering above you.

you’re minding your business, relaxing on the couch after an immensely eventful day while anticipating the arrival of your boyfriend who is on his way home from volleyball practice. all you need right now is a nice, long, tight hug from him. just to bury your face in his chest and melt into his embrace and you’re mentally preparing yourself to initiate that, knowing very well that isn’t something kageyama would willingly do himself. sometimes you wish he would. you wish he would just know when you want him to be affectionate without you having to show or tell him that’s what you need. but you can’t help who he is, and you wouldn’t ever want to change him. so you’re at peace with being the initiator.

you hear the gentle clicks of kageyama’s key unlocking the front door of your guys’ apartment and feel a rush of excitement fill your chest. though you’re so worn out from your day’s activities that you don’t leave your spot on the couch to greet him, but wait for him to come to you instead. as soon as he finds you in the living room he gives you a small smile before walking towards you.

“hi babe.” you smile as he gets closer. you expect him to sit on the opposite end of the couch like he usually does, and once he did that you would crawl over and place yourself in his arms the way you had planned. though, to your utter surprise, he steps out of his shoes and squeezes onto the couch beside you. he lays a little lower along your body so that his head rests on your chest and he wraps his arms around your waist. you don’t know exactly how to react so you just stare down at him wide-eyed and inquisitive. neither you nor him say anything for a little while before kageyama finally speaks.

“i missed you a lot today for some reason. like i always miss you when i’m away from you, but i don’t know. today was different.” he admits, his arms gripping a bit tighter around your torso. what a coincidental, yet pleasing turn of events. you thought you’d be the one with your head resting on kageyama’s chest as you hold him close, but here he is turning the tables.

“is something wrong? did something happen at practice?” a sudden rush of concern fills you at your boyfriend’s unusual behavior. he looks up at you, pulling his head out from your chest carrying an unreadable expression on his face. 

“no, i just um...missed you.” he repeats. the pause in between his words lets you know there’s something more that he isn’t mentioning, and you’re determined to find out what it is.

“there’s something you’re not saying.” you frown at him and rather than responding, he moves up your body so that your faces are leveled. he looks you in the eyes before running a gentle hand through your hair and kissing you. his lips are soft, timid, just as they always are. but there’s something new behind this kiss, a sort of fervor that you’ve never quite experienced from kageyama. it throws you off, making you hot as you grow flustered. part of you wants to pull away and ask what’s going on, but the other part of you has always wanted kageyama to take the initiative like this, so you opt not to break the kiss. the kiss deepens to a point where you know there’s only one thing it can lead to, and when kageyama’s lips trail strenuously down to your neck, you pull away breathlessly with a raised eyebrow.

“tobio, what is up with you?” you ask softly.

“i told you, i missed you.”

“you’ve never missed me this much after just going to volleyball practice though.” you frown.

“no like, i really missed you. certain parts of you. i couldn’t stop thinking about you, especially after yesterday.” he confesses and it finally clicks. he missed feeling you. you giggle a little at your realization causing kageyama to frown at you.

“why are you laughing?” he huffs, the furrow in his brows deepening.

“all you had to say is you’re feeling needy baby.” you smile, ruffling his hair playfully.

“i’m not.” he states, averting his eyes from yours and you let out another laugh.

“yes you are. you just said you couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday? there’s one specific, not so pg, thing that happened yesterday and i’m sure that’s exactly what you were thinking of.”

kageyama goes red, and that lets you know that your assumption is correct which causes a wide smirk to form across your face.

“you want me to do it again?” you ask, seduction seeping through your words. kageyama just nods, clearly too flustered to even speak. you feel a little giddy at the thought of kageyama wanting you all day, and even now as he lays in front of you unable to conceal his desperate expression. whether he wants to admit it or not, the obvious cannot be denied. 

you slip away from kageyama, moving yourself off of the couch an onto the floor. you sit on your knees while watching kageyama reposition himself so that he’s sitting upright on the couch with you square between his legs. he looks down at you, anticipation rapidly filling his gaze as flashbacks of yesterday’s events cloud his mind. pretty images of you with his cock stuffed down your throat swarm his head and you notice movement in his lower region. his volleyball shorts have a painfully noticeable tent and you can’t help but smile to yourself at the fact that your boyfriend is already hard just from thinking about you.

“you really did miss me huh?” you tease.

“always missing you, and your pretty little mouth.”

ushijima

- it comes as no surprise that ushijima isn’t usually needy given his personality

- he loves you

- and loves your attention, your affection, your intimacy

- but it’s not something he really needs or craves 24/7

- he’s decently affectionate though

- just not ever enough to come off as needy

- always gives just enough to let you know that he loves you

- but never much more than that

- so when one day he’s a bit more touchy and lovey than usual

- more vocal than usual

- you borderline short circuit

- because what??

- where is the real ushijima and what have you done with him??

- cue extremely flustered reader

it’s a sunday morning. the sun has barely just risen from its grave of hills and you’re sound asleep with no intention of waking up anytime soon. though ushijima has other ideas in mind. he had gone to sleep a lot earlier than usual the night before due to his circadian rhythm being extremely thrown off balance. with all the traveling he does, and his late night practices and games, his sleep schedule never truly has time to adapt to any sort of pattern. so some days he’s out like a light a nine pm and others he’s wide awake until four in the morning. it’s quite an irritating series of events, but sometimes he’s grateful for it because of mornings like these. mornings where he wakes up with the sun, you still sound asleep beside him looking peaceful as the sunlight illuminates you. it’s moments like these that make ushijima realize how in love with you he truly is.

normally he wouldn’t wake you up when he wakes up before you. he would just let you sleep while he goes to the living room to watch tv, or do some laundry, work out. but today he has this urge, this funny feeling in his stomach that’s pushing him to wake you up. he just wants to talk to you. and hold you. and kiss you. normally he could wait for those things, but he feels almost as though he needs to, now.

he moves a bit closer to your sleeping form, looking you over before placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder that’s exposed from your pajama top. he trails more kisses down your forearm before making his way back up, moving his mouth a bit higher. his lips meet the skin of your neck softly as he leaves an unnecessary amount of kisses there, waking you up as you begin to notice the sensation. it takes you a few seconds to fully come to consciousness while you open your eyes, wiping any sleep that you have out of them before they focus on ushijima.

“mm, what time is it?” you groan sleepily. ushijima glances at the clock on the nightstand behind him.

“just turned six.” he answers and to that you roll your eyes.

“why are you waking me up at six in the morning toshi? i love you but i need my sleep.” you say, letting your eyes fall closed again.

“just felt the urge to.” he says softly, feeling a little guilty about waking you up. you open one eye to look at him, slightly confused by his statement.

“why?” you question.

“i don’t know. i just wanted to kiss you i think. i still do.” he admits, leaving you no time to respond before he does just what he said he wanted to. your brain physically stops working and you forget what kissing even is for a moment because you’re so in shock. not only had ushijima woken you up, something that he never does because he respects your sleep schedule and doesn’t want yours messed up like his. but he woke you up, to kiss you? you must still be dreaming right? 

his lips feel alluring against yours. his large hand has found its way to the back of your head, his other arm snaking it’s way around your waist to pull you closer. this makes the kiss feel different. more passionate, more needy. needy. that word sticks in your mind while ushijima kisses you in a way that he rarely ever does, and you suddenly have the answer to the question you were mentally asking yourself. you unintentionally smile into the kiss, causing it to fizzle to its end. ushijima pulls away and looks at you, a pink blush spread over his cheeks.

“toshi?”

“hm?”

“is this urge you mention, just your way of saying that you’re needy?” you ask, trying to hide the smile that wants to spread across your face so badly.

he takes a moment to think about it before locking eyes with you.

“yeah i guess, maybe you have a point.” he shrugs, not too fazed by the realization.

“normally i would be pissed over you waking me up at six in the morning, but since you’re never needy like this, i’ll let it slide.” you giggle and ushijima shies away from your gaze a bit, looking down at the pillow beneath him. 

“is this how you feel? like when you’re begging me to touch you? because now i understand.” he admits, letting his eyes fall back on yours. you giggle again, his question was genuine but you found the blunt nature of it humorously adorable. 

“yes exactly. is this your way of asking me to touch you toshi?” you ask with a raised eyebrow. 

“that was my goal when i kissed you, but then you stopped.” he states. 

“oh really? my apologies then.” you sit up from your spot in bed and lift yourself over ushijima so that you’re straddling his waist and notice a prominent bulge poking against the thin fabric of your pajama bottoms. you’re about to tease him for it but he speaks up before you can. 

“i want you to ride me.” he says shortly, but there’s a twinge of desperation laced in his words, almost as if a ‘please’ were meant to be placed at the end, that makes your core pulse.

you don’t respond verbally, but you do in fact respond with actions.  

sakusa

- it’s not that sakusa has never been needy for you

- his germaphobia just gets in the way of allowing him to show it

- there’s been plenty of times where he’s wanted to be more affectionate towards you

- or where he’s noticed you want him to be more intimate

- but sometimes it’s really difficult to push past the idea of spreading germs 

- though as his feelings grow stronger for you he tends to forget about germs quite often

- an ‘idc about germs, i just want you’ type beat

- the first time this happens you are so completely confused though

- especially given the circumstances

- you almost can’t even enjoy your boyfriend’s newfound affection at first because you’re so concerned 

- then you realize what’s up and you’re like 🥺

- sakusa forgetting about germs because he wants you so bad?

- so cute

you were out of town for two weeks with some friends on a trip you had planned forever ago. the trip was planned long before you or any of your friends had gotten significant others, but you guys figured you’d keep the plan the same as it was initially intended. meaning that sakusa didn’t get to come along with you. he was fine with this at first, agreeing that it’s healthy for couples to have some time away from each other to hang out with friends. but after the first four days he was already over it and wanted you back home. the remainder of your trip was fun for you, but not such a great time for sakusa. he never knew he could physically miss a person that much until now, so the day you told him you were on your way back may as well have been christmas for him with how excited he was. 

you arrive at your apartment, duffle bag in hand and the moment you open the door, you’re startled by the presence of your boyfriend not so patiently awaiting you. you set your bag down and flash him a bright smile as he moves closer to you. 

“you’re finally back.” he says pulling you into a warm hug. his hold on you is firm and protective, and you know he’s telling you he missed you even if he’s not actually saying it. 

“it was only two weeks silly.” you chuckle into his chest.

“two weeks too long.” he mumbles into the kiss he’s placing on the top of your head. you’re taking a moment to appreciate this nice moment before realization suddenly hits. 

“wait! kiyoomi, you’re hugging me?” you point out, disconnecting yourself from him.

“yeah? so?” he asks, confused by your confusion only making you even more confused because, what?

“you’re not grossed out? you don’t even know if i’m clean. i was just on a plane.” you frown. sakusa has never heard so much concern come from you at one time and now he understands your questioning. 

“don’t bring it up, i wasn’t even thinking about that.” he cringes a bit now that it’s been brought to his attention. he grabs your wrists and brings you closer so that you’re inches away from touching. 

“i was only thinking about you. i missed you more than i thought i would. missed holding you.” he confesses before pulling you into a hug again and your heart literally dissolves. never would you ever have imagined this to happen with sakusa, but you’re not complaining. not in the slightest. you wrap your arms around his torso and look up at him, your chin gently pressing into his chest as you do so. 

“so this doesn’t bother you?” you ask, still worried about him nonetheless. 

“oh it does. a lot. but the germs are worth it for you.” he says, granting you a sweet smile. he takes your chin between his thumb an pointer finger before planting a tender kiss to your lips. you soak in the cute gesture, kissing him back a bit more roughly in an attempt to milk this moment for all that you can get, highly aware that this isn’t something that is gonna happen very often, if ever again. but sakusa pulls away a bit, though still holding you close to him.

“maybe we can continue this in the shower?” he suggests. 

to any other person, their boyfriend saying these words to them would be an immediate inclination that they’re in the mood for something more risqué. but with sakusa you know that, even though he is a lot more touchy today, he’s suggesting it because he’s beginning to feel uncomfortable and you completely understand. 

“i’m down for that.” you smile and let sakusa lead the way to your guys’ bathroom.