CW : blow jobs, krbk, about 800 words, all characters are 18+

Bakugou is such a sore loser.

And that coupled with how /terrible/ he was at video games was never destined to be a good mix.

Fortunately, he mostly played video games with his boyfriend, and as soon as he started to lose, he took matters into his own hands.

Flinging his controller aside, he immediately swings himself onto Kirishima’s lap.

“Hey!” Eijiro laughed, trying to dodge Katsuki who was straddling him, blocking his vision. “You’ll make me lose!”

“Shame,” Bakugou purrs, leaning back enough to pull his shirt off.

“You always do this,” Eijiro pouts dramatically, still ignoring his boyfriend whose fingers were now working on opening his belt. “I know your games, bub.” And then he pushed Katsuki clean off of him, letting the blond flop heavily onto the sofa.

“Hey!” But Bakugou was already up, shedding his jeans and coming to stand directly in front of Eijiro in just his underwear. “Pay attention to me!”

“I am!” Kirishima laughs, trying to look around Bakugou’s body, “Or I will in a second!”

That wasn’t good enough. Because although Katsuki might have lost the video game, he certainly wasn’t going to lose /this/ game.

“Woah, woah, woah, woah!” Kirishima stuttered, eyes darting to Bakugou as he drops to his knees between his legs. “What are you doing?!”

“Getting your dick out, what the fuck does it look like?” Bakugou made quick work of opening his boyfriends jeans and pulling his limp cock out.

“Kat, Kat, Kat! W-wait, this could be a new high score c-can you not wo-ah-ah!”

His hips involuntarily bucked when Katsuki’s mouth secured around the whole of his soft dick, sucking at it gently, pushing his tongue up against the underside.

“K-Katsuki!” He gasped again, thighs twitching.

But Bakugou wasn’t listening. He could feel Kirishima’s dick twitch to life in his mouth, beginning to swell with keen interest.

Eijiro’s breathing was sharp, gasping, and when Katsuki looked up he could see his boyfriend was /still/ staring at his fucking video game.

So Bakugou groaned, long and loud, pitching sweetly at the end in just the way that made Kirishima go—

“Ah! Oh, god!”

Katsuki’s lips twitched at the heavy panting he could now hear, and finally he began to bob his head, Eijiro half-hard in his mouth.

He swirled his tongue around the tip and shoved his hand into his own boxers, making a show of it and loudly groaning again when his fingers secured around his own cock.

“Oh, shit, Kat, a-are you?”

Bakugou moaned, fisting his own dick fast enough so that it was clear to Eijiro that his shoulder and arm were moving furiously.

“Oh, fuck, babe, you look so good right now.”

Bakugou glanced up when there was a soft thud, and he smirked again when he noticed Kirishima’s controller had been tossed aside.

Fingers were in his hair seconds later, fingers that /had/ been moments away from winning that stupid, fucking video game.

Katsuki won, and he moaned at the realisation, feeling his orgasm quickly unravelling deep in his gut and he was spilling into his hand moments later.

“Oh, Kat,” Eijiro was tugging at his head, raising the rhythm, forcing the salty head of his cock into the back of Katsuki’s throat as he fucked up into his mouth.

He tightened his lips around Kirishima’s shaft, sucking harder, moving his hand, wet and sticky with cum, to grip and work around the base of Eijiro’s dick.

His other hand, that had been resting on Eijiro’s thigh, slid to gently cup his balls, giving them a soft squeeze. He felt them pulse slightly, twitching against his fingers and threaten to start pumping.

“Oh, Kat, I’m going to- Ah, fuck! Fuck!” Kirishima slammed Bakugou’s head down, groaning loudly through gritted teeth as he came, spilling deep down Katsuki’s throat.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Eijiro kept Katsuki’s head down, “L-look at me, babe, look at me,” Katsuki glanced up, eyes watering, “oh, you look so good. Let me feel you swallow?”

Katsuki gulped, watching Eijiro’s eyes roll as his throat constricted around his still leaking cock.

“Drink, drink,” Eijiro licked his lips, “good boy, Kat.” He let out a long, shaky breath before steadily, slowly, with a slight wince and a hip twitch, he pulled Katsuki’s head away.

Bakugou gasped, mouth open, spluttering slightly, but as he recovered, he watched horror as Kirishima picked up his abandoned controller.

“Thanks, babe, wow. I barely made it to the check point to pause! What a treat that was!”