Curate, connect, and discover
Something about Bakugou and Sero liking the same girl……… and they don’t fight about it because they’ve been friends for so long and it’d be silly to argue over such a thing now.
So instead, they talk about why they like you, share their thoughts of you with each other, share the things they do to you.
Many many late nights where they just sit and talk absolutely filth. Bakugou would love to tug on your nipples and Sero dreams of rolling your clit on his tongue. Bakugou wants to cup your throat and feel it bulge while he fucks your face and Sero agrees with a groan. Sero says that your ass must look so perfect while riding dick reverse cowgirl, cheeks and hips covered in handprints, and Bakugou has to shift on the beanbag cuz he’s getting hard just thinking about it.
Do you have toys? A favorite dildo that you bully your cunt with most nights? Do you know how to make yourself squirt? And if not how embarrassed and cute would you be if you squirted for the first time while having sex? Would you be into being fucked by two guys at the same time- by them? How would you want it? Getting your ass and pussy stretched or one in your mouth and the other in your cunt?
“I’d go for her mouth,” Bakugou says, biting his lip and dazed stare at the wall, “she’s so fuckin’ pretty. Wanna cover her face with cum, paint it on her tongue-“
“Fuck, don’t say that, dude.” Sero groans again, this time adjusting the front of his pants, “I’m getting lightheaded over here.”
And the next day they talk to you as if they didn’t spend hours talking about the ways they would fuck you, cuz while perverts they’re not creeps. They know you deserve all the respect and love in the world and they’d never make you uncomfortable.
But they do shoot their shot. Sero mentions a houseparty that a friend of his is throwing, open to anyone, and if you’re too nervous to go by yourself, you can always tag along with him and Bakugou. Bakugou chimes in when you say yes, asks for your stupid address cuz he’s driving and wants to be on fucking time or whatever, to which you give him the info he needs.
And as you go to your next class after bidding them goodbye, you’re nearly tearing your lip open from how hard you’re biting down on it, trying not to smile. Fuck the party- you hope to god that both of them rail you on the car ride there.