#yippeeeeee

they keep calling me

falling into bed with your friends izuku and katsuki after a night of drinking and joking around and sharing bites of food from each other's hands...

the light is low in katsuki's apartment. you're hanging out there because he has a nicer place than you or izuku, and you two managed to talk him into cooking for you both. now the plates are stacked haphazardly near the kitchen sink, forgotten – they'll get done later. music plays from a speaker in the background, but you honestly couldn't say what genre it is, and it might as well be white noise for how much you're listening. katsuki and izuku sit in chairs facing the table, and you sit upon it in front of them, legs dangling, brushing their knees as you kick absentmindedly.

two sets of eyes are on you like predator on prey, carefully tracking each of your movements. you can tell – their eyes are heavy and lidded, and izuku sits perfectly still for once while katsuki fumbles with the edge of his jeans.... a rare sight.

you kick at izuku's shin, playfully, and he catches your foot and grips it, locking eyes with you for a second before he lets go. just a moment before, you were all laughing and smiling to your ears but now the music seems louder than it was and your three silence feels deafening.

to escape the tension you spring to your feet and sidle to the couch, sitting on it and patting the cushions on either side of your hips.

"come sit over here," you beckon, smiling despite the way your heart hammers in your ribcage. "it's comfier."

and so they do, walking over slowly and sitting on either side of you, and you're struck by how tall they both seem when you're sandwiched between them, how good their scents smell mixed together and how lightheaded it's making you feel.

you chat some more, but it's different. you keep getting distracted, gaze drifting to katsuki's spread legs and what lays between them. and you swear that izuku keeps inching closer and closer.... it must be true, because now he's practically pressed into your body and when you shift your weight you feel him, hard against your back.

your mind kind of goes blank and the next thing you register is falling forward because he keeps pressing in, bracing yourself by putting your hands on katsuki's knees... and then you see that he's hard too, straining against the fabric of his jeans. his face is a little flushed and his eyes scream sex and then izuku is in your ear, whispering, "look at that..." as he points to the bulge in front of you.

"i..." you swallow hard. debate with yourself for a moment before deciding to throw caution to the wind. "can i see?"

"yeah kacchan," izuku breathes behind you, dick twitching in his pants from his excitement. "can we see?"

with shaky agreement katsuki unbuttons and unzips and pulls himself out with a little gasp for you both to admire. his cock is veined and dripping with pre cum that pearls from his blushed tip and drips onto the length of his shaft. he's so hard you wonder if it hurts.... so you ask him, "does it hurt?"

despite the flush on his skin he scoffs. "what, bein' hard?"

you nod. "yeah, looks... uncomfortable." behind you izuku licks his lips. you can feel his heart racing in his chest and clearly picture his lustful expression in your mind.

"no, it doesn't hurt..." katsuki mumbles.

"it could feel better though, right?" izuku pipes in. katsuki gives him a hard, long stare, narrowing his eyes just slightly before he nods.

"yeah."

"hey," izuku says then, like he just had a thought. "i have an idea." he runs his palm down your arm and grasps your hand, before leaning you both forward and closing your fingers around katsuki's cock. you both can't help but react, gasping and reeling at the contact but staying right where you are. "why don't you help him out? friends help each other, right?"

"yeah," you agree, transfixed by the dick in your hand. you experimentally tighten your grip and katsuki lets out a shaky breath. huh. you never thought you'd see him so entirely subdued like this, and it's doing things to you. you squirm a little, shifting your thighs to ease some of the heat that dwells between them. "you want my help, kacchan?"

another shaky breath. "yeah. yes, please."

before you can even flick your wrist, izuku's hands come around your waist, one pressing into your abdomen and the other gripping your thigh so hard it might bruise later.