what are friends for?



A CamieKacchako smut piece

Katsuki wasn't exactly sure when this had become a /thing/. Camie was known to flirt with anything standing on two legs, but he hadn't exactly expected her to aim her sultry eyes on his /girlfriend/.

And he certainly hadn't expected to be okay with it.

It was an ongoing thing. Camie would come over to their apartment to play video games with Katsuki, Ochako would watch, and eventually they'd all end up talking.

Camie would make suggestive comments and she'd be more touchy than what was appropriate with his girlfriend, but she never crossed any obvious lines.

Something about tonight felt different.

And here he was being okay with it. With watching Camie's teasing fingertips pet along the smooth expanse of Ochako's thighs just below the hem of her shorts as her other hand twirled a lock of brown hair around her fingertips.

All while Katsuki watched, removed from their conversation about hair products that was quickly treading into something else.

"You have nice hair, 'Chako," Camie was saying, her hand trailing to the back of Ochako' s head and fisting around the brown locks. As quickly as it happened, Camie's fingers were back to stroking her hair softly.

But neither Katsuki nor Camie missed the way Ochako's breath hitched, and /that/ was the conundrum Katsuki was still stuck on, wasn't it?

/Ochako/ was okay with this development too. They /both/ were letting Camie go on with her antics, waiting with bated breath for the next thing the blonde would do, how far she would take it.

"Th-thanks," Ochako replied coyly. Katsuki could see her shifting her weight where she sat, could see the pretty flush crawling up her neck as Camie's attention on her turned more heated. "Your hair is nice too."

Ochako reached out to brush her fingertips along the ends of Camie's hair, but Camie stopped her in her tracks. She caught Ochako's hand, brown eyes roving over her delicate fingers.

"And your hands are /perfect/," Camie continued, massaging into the meat of Ochako's thumb. She then rubbed her thumbs along one of Ochako's finger pads.

Katsuki knew how sensitive that part of Ochako's hands were. It didn't escape him how Ochako was biting her lip to keep /something/ in.

He wished she would let it out. Whatever it was. Maybe that would be the catalyst.

Fuck, he knew Camie was a fucking tease, but this was getting to be ridiculous.

"It's so cute how you and the bae both have hand based quirks." Camie's hands trailed up Ochako's arms, skimming lightly along her skin. "And I bet you're good with them, Ochako."

Camie trailed up to Ochako's shoulders, her fingers dancing along the edge of Ochako's collarbone, tracing the bone to the middle of her sternum and back again.

Ochako watched Camie with bated breath as Camie hummed like she was trying to figure out what made Katsuki's girlfriend tick.

And when Camie's knowing gaze fell on Katsuki and they locked eyes, he knew she was also poking the flames to see what made him tick.

Camie smirked, her eyes roving back to Ochako, her fingers moving to brush against the swell of Ochako's breasts.

"You've got really nice tits too," Camie stated, twirling her fingers from Ochako's cleavage and across the skin again. Teasingly, as Ochako and Katsuki watched with heated eyes.

"May I, Ochako-chan?" Camie inquired with a teasing lilt, tugging at Ochako’s spaghetti strap and letting it snap back against her skin.

Ochako chewed on her lip, glancing over at Katsuki.

“Hm?” Camie hummed, looking over at Katsuki as well just to see where Ochako’s attention had moved to. Almost immediately Camie’s gaze returned to her, that smirk never leaving her face. “He’s loving this, Ochako. Can’t you tell?”

Camie pushed the straps of Ochako’s top off her shoulders. “He can’t keep his eyes off us and he’s waiting for us to take it further.” Camie pouted as Ochako continued to stare Katsuki down. “Don’t you want it too?”

Katsuki could see the question in her eyes—was this okay? Do you want this, Katsuki? Is this a line we’re ready to cross?

Katsuki nodded, red eyes trained on brown to reassure her that he wanted this as much as she did.

And then Ochako’s fingers were tugging at the end of her shirt, revealing inch after inch of her skin, pulling it over her head and flinging it away.

Katsuki was pleased to see that Ochako was wearing her black satin bra, the one that pushed her tits up and looked fucking fantastic against her creamy skin.

Camie traced a long scar on Ochako’s stomach reverently. Katsuki watched Ochako’s muscle clench at the contact as Camie followed the line of raised flesh up to Ochako’s breasts.

She cupped them in her hands and hummed in contemplation, pushing Ochako’s tits together and then bouncing them in her hands.

“You’re so sexy, Ochako-chan,” Camie cooed. Her fingers circled Ochako’s nipple over the fabric and she smirked as Ochako leaned into the contact. “I can see why Katsuki can’t seem to keep his hands off you.”

“Hmm,” Ochako sighed, her fingers threading through Camie’s hair. “You think I’m sexy, wait till you see his tits after they’re sucked on.”

Camie’s eyes dilated.

"Oh fuck yes," she breathed, hands sneaking around Ochako's back to the clasp of her bra. "I want to see what you both look like that." Ochako's bra fell slack, and Camie immediately yanked it down Ochako's arms and to the side.

"Come here," Camie urged, grabbing Ochako by the hips. Ochako hastily got onto her knees until her tits were level with Camie's mouth, and then the blonde was eagerly placing open mouthed kisses along the valley of her breasts.

Ochako sighed as Camie sucked a hickey onto one breast while massaging the other with her manicured hands.

"Fuck, that's hot," Katsuki growled from where he was watching, itching to get closer. But he stayed put, hands digging into the arms of his chair as Camie sucked Ochako's nipple into her mouth.

Ochako moaned, grabbing the back of Camie's head and pushing her closer. From where Katsuki was sitting, he could just barely see Camie's tongue flicking at the nipple.

She made it look absolutely filthy—like she was making out with Ochako's tits. It was everything he had expected out of a person like Camie, and watching his girlfriend receive this kind of attention was going straight to his dick.

Camie popped off Ochako's nipple only to dive back in on the other one.

"Suck it into your mouth," Ochako urged, her coyness forgotten now that she knew Katsuki was fully on board.

Camie moaned around the flesh of her breast, opening her mouth wider in an effort to suck more of it in.

"Like that," Ochako praised, guiding Camie's head backwards and forwards in the most lewd display of tit sucking Katsuki had ever seen. And he'd seen Ochako sucking on his nipples.

"Keep going," Ochako urged, pushing Camie until she was on her back on the couch. Ochako eagerly clamored on top of her, tits over her face. Katsuki watched Camie fucking drown in them with a smile.

"Fuckin' heaven in those tits, ain't it?" Katsuki asked, having had enough. He got to his feet and fell to his knees beside them on the floor, petting his hand down Ochako's back as Camie sucked a nipple back into her mouth.

"Mhmm!" Camie moaned, muffled by the tit in her mouth.

Ochako moved down Camie's body enough to break her mouth away from her chest. With a glance and a wink towards Katsuki, she was then capturing Camie's lips with her own.

Camie went along enthusiastically, tongue immediately being added to the mix as they put on a show. Hands wandered carelessly, groping, petting and teasing.

"Didn't expect you to be so dominant, Ochako-chan," Camie observed as Ochako began to trail kisses down Camie's neck.

Camie was wearing a gray tank top, and one of the first things Katsuki had noticed when she walked in was she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. He had to avert his eyes upon seeing her, and Camie had picked up on it immediately.

Perhaps it had been one of her ploys to test the waters—to see if this could finally be the night she got him and Ochako to crack.

She'd been scheming this for a while. Fucking minx.

But as Ochako continued to trail down over Camie's shirt toward where her nipples were visible, Katsuki couldn't help but smirk.

"He loves it," Ochako shared, nodding her head towards Katsuki. Katsuki glared.

"Ooooh. You let Ochako dominate you, Kats? Hot."

Katsuki huffed, rolling his eyes.

Camie couldn't say more on the matter, however, because Ochako was licking at one of Camie's nipples through the fabric of her tank top.

er head flew back with a moan as Ochako worked the nipple with her mouth, the fabric turning dark with her saliva.

Camie had been right when she guessed Ochako was good with her fingers—but she was also good with her mouth.

"Holy fucking shit," Camie managed, writhing underneath Ochako as she continued to suck on her nipple.

"She's good at that, huh?" Katsuki murmured, his hand joining the mix to massage the breast Ochako wasn't focusing on. Camie pushed into the contact, eyes lidded.

"Duh." She sighed, hand reaching out to grip Katsuki's bicep. "She gets to practice on you 'n you've got the best pair of tits I've ever seen."

Katsuki scoffed.

"They're not fucking tits, perverts."

Ochako let go of Camie's nipple with a pop.

"Keep thinking that babe," she said, finding one of his nipples through his t-shirt with startling accuracy and tweaking it playfully. Katsuki yelped, swatting her hand away.

"Lemme see 'em, /babe/," Camie said, tugging on his shirt.

Ochako grinned, returning to bite down on Camie' s nipple through the wet spot on her shirt and pulling a sigh out of the other woman. Katsuki pulled off his own shirt, the cool air in the apartment causing his nipples to pebble.

Camie reached out to touch, but Ochako stopped her in her tracks.

"You too," she demanded, tugging Camie's tank top up her torso. "I've heard stories about your boobs, Camie. I wanna see."

"You have?" Camie grinned. "The girls are renowned, huh? Sick."

"My boner is dying," Katsuki remarked, deadpan. Even though his boner was doing anything but dying right now. Not as Ochako was helping Camie to shimmy out of her top. Not as her skin was being revealed with all the care of one of his explosions.

Camie’s rack was fucking spectacular. He was actually impressed.

They were perky and symmetrical, sitting on her chest proudly—he had the urge to reach out and weigh them in his hands.

He wondered idly if her tits were big enough to fuck, how his dick would feel caught between them, if Camie would let him cum all over her face as he fucked them.

“This your dying boner?” Camie inquired with a predatory grin, cupping Katsuki’s bulge. He groaned, his hips following her touch on their own accord.

Ochako giggled, her hand turning Camie’s face towards her own so she could stoop down for another kiss.

It was sloppy and filthy—which. It appeared Camie had the knack for pulling out their more sloppy and filthy sides, if the way Ochako’s tongue working in her mouth and how they had no regard for how much spit they were swapping had anything to say about it.

Katsuki groaned at the sight, bending forward to press his lips and nip at Camie’s rib cage and delighting in the way it made her body convulse.

She was so fucking sensitive and it was clear Ochako was picking up on this too, because she broke awake from the kiss for them to latch onto her nipples at the same time. Katsuki grinned around the bud, adding his teeth into the mix.

Camie threw her head back at the sensation, her petite hands fisting through their hair.

“Shit,” she gasped, biting her lip and smirking. “Japan’s favorite sweethearts look so good with tits in their mouths. Who woulda thought—!?”

Katsuki bit at her nipple with a growl, causing Camie to gasp again. “Damn, Kats. You’re fiesty. How does Chaks manage to put you in your place?” Katsuki bit down a little harder, pulling a shriek of delight out of the infuriating woman.

“Wanna see?” Ochako inquired devilishly, making Katsuki’s blood run warm at the anticipation of what would come next. She offered Camie’s nipple a few more flicks of her tongue before pulling back and threading her fingers around Camie’s in Katsuki’s hair.

“That even a question, Ochako-chan?” Camie shot back, grinning.

Ochako stared them down with wild eyes.

“Bedroom,” she demanded. “Strip.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Camie answered, winking. Then she pushed Katsuki away. They all scrambled to their feet, a little wobbly from their excitement, and hurried to the bedroom.

They lost their clothing as they went, Katsuki uncaring for how eager it was making him look. But he knew better than to keep his clothes on when Ochako was demanding he strip. He wasn’t a fucking idiot.

He yelped when a hand smacked his bare ass as he was pulling down his boxers, turning to the culprit with glaring eyes.

Camie. Of course.

“Sorry, bro,” she said, sounding one-hundred percent unapologetic, “but I’ve always wanted to do that.”

Ochako giggled, using his stunned distraction to playfully smack his other ass cheek.

“Get on your back, Katsuki,” she ordered, pushing him towards the bed. “We’re about to ruin those pretty tits of yours.”

Katsuki tried to disguise how much he fucking liked that idea by scoffing. But he got on the bed obediently, his erection standing proudly between his legs. Ochako and Camie crawled onto the bed with him, their strong yet soft bodies on full display for him.

As he looked over Camie, he noticed that she had a nasty scar wrapping around her right thigh. Smaller scars of different lengths and shapes littered her body, and Katsuki wondered if he could guess where she got most of them.

Ochako’s body told a similar story, although he knew where each and every one of her scars came from. Was there for many of them. It had taken him years of worshipping her body to help her feel confident despite the scar on her stomach, and the nasty burn scar she had on her leg.

In his opinion, they were a testament to how badass she was and they were hot as hell.

He wore his own scars proudly—their field of work wasn’t easy and didn’t even guarantee they’d walk away with their life. Each one of his scars was proof that he’d won.

Ochako laid herself next to him, her hand resting on his sternum as she stared up at him with her big ass brown eyes that he was forever soft to. She pressed a chaste kiss to the scar on his left pectoral, one that had been way too close, way too scary for the both of them.

Camie watched her reverently, staying back a moment just to watch.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Katsuki,” Ochako murmured, her kisses turning hot and open mouthed along his pec.

She stopped just outside of his nipple to suck a hickey onto his chest, the sensation going straight to his dick.

She soothed the area out with a kiss before finally moving onto his nipple, offering a teasing lick and then another and then flicking her tongue quickly across the bud.

Katsuki bit his lip to keep his sigh of pleasure inside.

She wrapped her pretty lips around the bud, sucking lewdly and then shaking her tongue from side to side over it. Katsuki groaned, the picture Ochako made was so filthy and wonderful—he never got enough of her like this. He fucking loved when she took control.

Camie seemed to have enough of just watching. Her manicured fingers pinched at his other nipple, rolling it between her index finger and thumb experimentally as Ochako returned to sucking.

She smirked at the groan that escaped him, leaning forward until the weight of her tits made her look fucking obscene and so she could offer her own kitten licks against his other nipple.

Katsuki moaned, wondering exactly just when Ochako had discovered how much he liked having his chest played with, how much he liked looking at the marks left on him in the mirror.

“Your chest is so sensitive,” Camie observed, blowing on the saliva she’d left. He shivered. “Never seen a guy react like this just from his nipples. S’kinda hot.”

“Fuck you,” he snapped.

“How about I fuck /you/?”

“We could arrange that,” Ochako interjected cheekily, her kisses trailing up to his neck where he was really fucking sensitive.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Camie grinned. “Pretty please, Kats?” She licked her lips and fluttered her long blonde lashes. “I could blow you while Ochako-chan opens you up?”

“Fuck,” he conceded, the offer much too tempting. And also maybe he couldn’t think properly to be difficult with Ochako sucking a mark onto the place just underneath his ear. Damn her. She knew how to play him like a fucking fiddle. “Fine!”

“Mm,” Ochako hummed thoughtfully, “I’ve got an idea.”

She instructed them on how to position themselves, Katsuki on his hands and knees with Camie underneath him, mouth inches away from his erection.

Ochako left the bed to rifle through their nightstand and closet as Camie raked her fake nails down Katsuki’s hips.

“Even your fucking dick is pretty,” Camie marvelled from below him, hands petting along his thighs.

“The prettiest thing about him is the way he begs,” Ochako sang from the closet as she pulled her strap from their box of toys.

“Is that so?” Camie hummed, licking teasingly at the head of Katsuki’s dick as the bed dipped behind him again with Ochako’s weight.

“Kinda hard to believe when he’s got a body like this.” Katsuki’s breath hitched both at the teasing attention to his cock and at the way they were talking about him like he wasn’t even fucking there.

To ground himself before he lost himself completely, he turned his attention to Camie’s pussy. She kept herself hairy but trimmed neatly, and her pink folds were already fucking soaked.

He bent his neck to lick down those folds, drinking up her juices and enjoying the way it made her jump. “/Shit/,” she moaned, thrusting her hips up against his mouth, “keep that up, big boy.”

“He’s being so good for you already, Camie,” Ochako said, one slick finger circling the rim of his asshole as her praise washed over him. “He’s actually incredibly well behaved when he wants to be. He loves the praise. Wants to know how much of a /good boy/ he is.”

Camie sighed as Katsuki continued to move his tongue along her, “he’s /so/ fucking good.”

Ochako pushed her finger in, crooking it against his walls at the same time Camie opened up her mouth to slide his head into her mouth.

Katsuki’s moans vibrated against Camie’s cunt, her praise making everything more pleasurable and tingly.

“You look good like this,” Ochako praised. “Love when you let me open you up, Katsuki. You’re so wonderful for me.”

She added another finger, scissoring to stretch him. He did his best to relax to make the job easier for her, rocking back on her fingers as Camie took him down deeper. The double sensations were mind-numbing.

Camie’s mouth felt fucking amazing, and Ochako knew exactly where to press to make him see stars.

“You feel good, babe?” Ochako inquired as her fingers began to fuck in and out of him.

Katsuki whimpered, nodding against Camie’s hip.

Ochako grinned, leaning forward to sink her teeth into the meat of his ass.

“Make sure to make Camie feel good too, okay?”

He nodded again, moving his mouth back to Camie’s pussy. Their combined efforts were quickly bringing him to the edge, and so he did his best to focus on Camie’s pleasure rather than his own.

His fingers found her clit, circling quickly to make her go wild as his tongue continued to lap up her juices and occasionally dip inside of her.

Camie moaned around him as he worked to bring her to orgasm, wanting to hold out on his own until he could at least get her off first. Ochako always loved that about him—how he was determined to get her off multiple times before worrying about himself.

Sometimes she would even reward him for being so thoughtful by cuffing him to the bed and fucking him with her strap until he was crying from overstimulation.

“Fuck,” Camie cried, popping off his dick as his fingers picked up speed on her clit. Her stomach was tensing up and her thighs were clenching around his head to keep him where she wanted her as her climax hit her.

Katsuki worked her through it, licking up the fresh wave of juices pooling at the lips of her pussy and moaning at the clumsy way she stroked his dick through her own pleasure.

The vice-like grip of her thighs around his head let up, but Katsuki sure didn’t. He pulled his fingers away from her clit, but his tongue was still working her in steadfast determination.

She twitched at the attention, trying so hard to move away from the overstimulation but Katsuki pinned her hips down and kept going.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she chanted, her nails digging into the muscles of his thighs hard enough to draw blood. Her body convulsed underneath him, the overstimulation morphing into pleasure as she rutted against him desperately.

She climaxed again unexpectedly, crying out through it and pinching his thighs once she was done riding the waves to get him to stop. “Too much, Kats, too much.”

Katsuki pulled back obediently, opting to kiss at her thighs instead as Camie remembered her mission to blow him.

At some point during all of this, Ochako had snuck a third finger inside of him. She was hammering against his prostate, stretching him so fucking good as Camie took him back into her mouth.

“Wanna cum, Katsuki?” Ochako asked, sugar sweet.

He whimpered, nodding against Camie’s thigh as the blonde took him to the back of her throat.

“Say please,” Ochako sang, thrusting her fingers in his hole and keeping them there right against his prostate.

“Please,” he whined, tears forming at the edge of his eyes.

Camie moaned around him, the vibrations bringing him so close. But it wasn’t enough. He needed to hear Ochako say it.

Her fingers began to move inside of him once again, twice as fast and brutal.

“Good boy,” Ochako praised. “You deserve it, Katsuki. Cum for us.”

He tensed as the pleasure crested to the point where it was almost unbearable, and came /hard/.

His vision whited out as he spilled himself down Camie’s throat and tensed around Ochako’s fingers like he didn’t want them to ever fucking leave. And she never let up on fingering him, drawing out his orgasm as best as she could until he was a twitching mess.

Camie pulled off of him and he had the mind not to collapse on top of her. Ochako removed her fingers, and he rolled to the side of the bed, spent.

“C’mon, big guy,” Camie grinned, grabbing the strap from the end of the bed, “I still get to fuck you.”

Katsuki’s only answer was to spread his legs for her, his limp dick too spent to respond right now. But he wasn’t about to go back on his fucking word.

“God, you’re perfect,” Camie praised, tightening the strap around her hips and adjusting it to make sure it fit right. Katsuki preened as she crawled over to him, lining the dildo up to his hole and slowly pushing inside. He was so relaxed and fucked out that it was easy for her.

Ochako’s face tilted into his vision, and he saw her smiling at him as she brushed the front of his hair back.

“You still in there?” she asked, rubbing her thumbs down his cheekbones as Camie started up a slow rhythm.

He nodded, turning his head to kiss her palm.

She beamed, moving to straddle his face and letting that speak for itself. Eagerly he moved forward to pleasure his girlfriend. Her fingers moved to the short hairs on his neck to ground him to his job, humming in pleasure as he moved his tongue back and forth along her clit.

He worked her quickly and with the kind of finesse only someone who knew every single button and pleasure point could. His hands roved over her sensitive stomach, and every now and again he’d nip the inside of her thighs before returning to her pussy with vigor.

He encouraged her hips to rock against him, encouraged her to take her own pleasure from him as Camie seemed to be doing with every hard thrust of her hips against his ass.

He wasn’t sure he had another one in him at the moment, but he certainly could bring these two gorgeous women to completion before he fucking passed out.

“You close, Ochako-chan?” Camie gasped, slamming into him erratically. The friction of the strap against her already sensitive slit had to have her close again.

“Yeah,” Ochako whined, high pitched and blissed out. “You?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, the labor evident in her voice, “at the—fuck—same time?”

Ochako nodded, moving her hips against his face even faster and moving her fingers to her clit to circle around it desperately. Katsuki couldn’t fucking breathe, but he didn’t care.

“Fuck!” Camie cried, thrusting in one last time and grinding against his groin as her third orgasm crashed through her.

That was it for Ochako. She tensed as she came, throwing her head back as she screamed in ecstacy.

She rode it out, moving her fingers against her clit quickly until the waves of pleasure eased up. She pushed Katsuki’s face away from her, all too aware of how his tendency to keep working his partner through their overstimulation.

They all collapsed onto the bed, chests heaving.

“Oh my god,” Camie offered eloquently after a moment.

Ochako laughed, already snuggling up to Katsuki.

“Yeah,” she agreed, “oh my god.”

“That was some good fucking sex,” Camie continued. “You guys have this shit all the time?”

“Fuck yeah,” Katsuki huffed tiredly. “What did you fucking expect?”

“I mean, I was expecting some good fucking sex,” she defended, “don’t get me wrong. Just. Holy shit.”

Ochako and Katsuki grinned at each other, proud.

“You’re a good friend, Camie,” Ochako smiled, closing her eyes. “Let us know if you ever wanna go again.”

“Will do, babe,” Camie vowed, forcing herself up so that she could find her clothes. She rifled through the pile of fabric that were her jeans, pulling out her phone from their pockets.

“Aw, shit!” she exclaimed, “my shift is in thirty minutes. Would it be cool if I borrowed some fresh underwear, Chaks?”

“Go for it,” Ochako mumbled against Katsuki’s shoulder, pointing towards her dresser.

They watched with tired eyes as Camie slid back into her clothes, waving when the blonde turned to them to say goodbye.

“Thanks for the fun, you two,” she said with a grin, “it was a real blast. Enjoy your night off.”

“See you, Camie,” Ochako said. Katsuki only grunted.

Camie left, her feeting padding towards the front door of their apartment. They waited until the front door clicked shut to say anything to the other.

“That was a lot of fun,” Ochako murmured, “maybe we could do stuff like this more often.”

“Sure thing, cheeks,” Katsuki mumbled, eyes closing.

Ochako hummed against him, and they fell asleep completely satisfied.

-end