Now, you were sat on your kitchen counter in an old t-shirt, three times too big, feeling forever grateful for your best friends. Kirishima stood between your legs, gently wiping off your makeup for you, like he’d learned to do after rare nights out, when you’d had a drink too many. Bakugou poured you both a drink, setting it beside you.

“Thanks, Kats.”

He grunts in reply, raising a brow at your shirt. “Wasn’t this Kiri’s?”

You blush, averting your eyes from them both. “I dunno... I just found it. Do you... want it back?”

Kirishima shook his head, smiling. “Nah. Keep it.”

With your eyes elsewhere, you missed the silent exchange between the two boys, who clearly thought the shirt looked better on you, anyway. It was quiet for a moment, and you hoped your blush wasn’t as noticeable as it felt. 

“There you go,” Kirishima booped your nose, smiling widely and laughing when you scrunched up your nose at him.

“Thanks, Kiri.”

“’Course!” He replied, tucking a piece of hair behind you ear.

And, there you go, blushing again! But, how could you not? Bakugou and Kirishima had been your best friends for years - the three of you were practically inseparable - but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of them in that way. Both men were unfairly attractive, built like fucking greek gods, and incredibly caring, in their own ways. Besides, they were always by your side, making it impossible not to notice them. And worst (or perhaps, best) of all? They were terrifyingly overprotective of the ones they loved (that’s you).  

Of course, it was painfully obvious (at least, to you) that the two idiots were in love with each other. It was impressive that neither of them had realized it yet, but to you, it was clear as day. And it made sense, too. They balanced each other out perfectly, knew each other like the backs of their own hands, and not to mention, they looked great together. 

And, that was the problem, really. Because even if you could have a chance with one of them, you were selfish. You wanted both of them. It wasn’t just sex appeal, though you couldn’t deny that was very much so a contributing factor. You loved them, wholeheartedly. Wanted to wake up next to them, wanted to kiss them goodnight before you fell asleep. You wanted it all, with both of them. 

And that could never happen.

“Hey, dumbass,” Bakugou nudged your shoulder, and you look over, startled. He sounded annoyed, but the concern in his eyes gave him away. 

Unlike Bakugou, Kirishima doesn’t bother to hide his concern, “Where’d you go, hm?”

If possible, your blush deepens. “Just thinking. Sorry.”

Kirishima presses his lips into a thin line, brow furrowing together, an easy giveaway that he was worrying.

“Tch,” Bakugou scoffs, rolling his eyes at you. “Don’t apologize, idiot. You gonna tell us what happened, or what?”

“Bakugou!” Kirishima scolds, smacking his arm. He turns his gaze back to you, “You don’t have to tell us, if you don’t want to.”

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “Whatever. I still wanna know who this asshole is. I’ll make ‘em regret ever even thinking of hurting you.”

You sigh, looking over at the blonde. “C’mon, Baku,.” He huffs lightly at the nickname, “I’m fine, okay? It’s really not important.” 

“Like hell it ain’t.” He grumbles, turning away. 

You frowned, pouting a little because you felt he was upset with you. 

“Hey, none of that,” Kirishima pinched your cheek, drawing a smile out of you. Kiri never let you be upset long, making it his personal mission to always keep you smiling. Another one of the reasons you were head over heals for him...

“It’s just... I dunno, didn’t seem like the guy really cared to put in any effort to get to know me, or make sure I was having a good time? Maybe I’m being too sensitive about it. It was just a couple dates. Whatever, right?” You laugh, suddenly, “Really, it’s not a huge loss, cause the sex was terrible!”

Both boys froze, looking at you with wide eyes and parted lips.

You blanched, wondering if you’d overshared. “Sorry...”

Bakugou was the first to speak. “You slept with that asshole?” He scoffed, arms crossed over his chest, “That extra didn’t deserve you.”

You shrugged, “I mean, yeah. Seemed like he wanted to, and we’d been on a few dates, so...”

Kirishima’s eyes shot to yours, and you were shocked at the anger in them. Kiri was never angry. “He didn’t force you into anything, did he?”

“I’ll kill him-” 

“No! No, no, I... He didn’t force me.” You assured them, waving your hands. “Promise! It was just... Just bad sex, and a couple bad dates. That’s all.”

Kiri ran a hand down his face, sighing, “Okay. If you’re sure...” He pressed his lips together, like he was considering something, before asking, “He at least took care of you, right?”

“W-What?” You stuttered, sure your face was redder than Kirishima’s hair.

Bakugou stepped closer, frowning. “He’s asking if you got off, dumbass.”

“Bakugou!” You shouted, slapping his arm. He raised a brow, waiting for an answer. “You guys are so embarrassing!” 

You looked to Kirishima, hoping he’d agree with you, but he seemed to be waiting for your reply as well. 

You buried your face in your hands, voice muffled, “....No. I didn’t.”

Kirishima reaches forward, pulling your hands away from your face, big hands circling around your wrists. “What’d you say, sweetheart? Couldn’t hear ya.”

Your blush deepened, and you refused to meet his eyes. 

“Well?” Bakugou pressed, smirking, “You know, you really shouldn’t mumble. It’s rude.”

You huff out a sigh, squeezing your eyes shut. “No. I didn’t.”

Kirishima frowned, and Bakugou laughed sharply.

“Maybe we outta teach the piece of shit some manners, after all, huh?” Bakugou says, shaking his head. 

To your surprise, Kirishima agrees, “Yeah. Sorry fucking excuse of a man... I’d never leave someone unsatisfied, ‘specially not someone as special as you.”

“Bastard’s lucky you even looked in his direction.” Bakugou mutters.

You blink, looking between the two, “What the fuck are the two of you talking about?” You voice doesn’t go above a whisper. You clear your throat, looking up to meet Kirishima’s eyes. “Kiri, please, don’t go after him. He’s just some asshole, he doesn’t matter. I don’t want the two of you-”

“What, you don’t think we could take him?” Bakugou asks cockily, moving in closer so he’s standing just behind Kiri, looking over his shoulder. 

“I didn’t say that!” You defend, looking back down. “Just don’t go, okay?”

“As much as I’d love to... we won’t. That would mean leaving you here, alone, and that’s not happening.” Kirishima says.

You snort, raising a brow at him. “I think I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, on my own, Kiri.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Bakugou says, sarcasm dripping from his voice. 

“Of course you are.” Kirishima leans forward to kiss the top of your head. “Doesn’t mean we’ll let you lift a finger, though.”

“Alright, that’s it,” You say, leaning back and looking at the two in front of you. “What’s gotten into you two?”

The two boys share a look, one that you don’t understand. 

“Well?” You say, impatiently, “The two of you have been acting weird all night, what’s u-”

Before you can finish your sentence, Bakugou has swooped in and captured your lips with his own. You gasp in surprise, leaning away from him, but you can’t go far - Kirishima’s hands are still wrapped around your wrists, keeping you there with barely any effort. 

“You talk too much when you’re nervous.” Bakugou says, leaning in closer again, but he doesn’t kiss you this time. He’s waiting for you to say something.

You look up at him, eyes wide, then look over at Kirishima, who watches the two of you carefully. One of Bakugou’s hands comes up to grip your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into the exposed skin. 

Kirishima lets go of your wrists, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “Now you’re thinking too much. What’s going on in that pretty little head, hm?”

He twirls a piece of your hair around his finger, before carefully tucking it back behind your ear, and you’re painfully aware of both of their eyes on you as they wait for you to reply. 

“I- What’s happening right now?” You ask, mouth feeling dry. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” Bakugou grunts out, nose nudging at the underside of your jaw, like something straight out of one of your dreams. It’s distracting, you can’t think straight, can’t find the words to say. 

You frown, bottom lip sticking out in a small pout.

Kirishima’s hand cups your jaw, and your eyes shoot to him. Your heart is beating heavy in your chest. “We want you.” He says, softly.

Did you hear him right? That couldn’t be... 

“But-”

Suddenly Bakugou is pulling away, yanking Kirishima into a kiss, right in front of you. Your eyes widen, watching the two kiss passionately, neither of their hands ever leaving you.

This had to be a dream. That’s it, right? Another stupid, cruel dream, reminding you of what you can never have. Because there’s no way Bakugou just kissed you, there’s no way they’re kissing each other in front of you, there’s no way Kirishima said that... right?

The boys pull away from each other, eyes half lidded and panting. 

“You get it now?” Bakugou’s not looking, but he’s asking you, hand tightening its grip on your thigh enough for a small, almost unnoticeable whimper to fall past your lips. He turns to you, one brow raised, and smirks, “I think she likes watching us, Kiri.”

Kirishima, always a man with a gentler approach, gives you a soft smile. “Can I kiss you?” He asks.

“I don’t understand-”

“You’re overthinking it.” He says softly, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip, “Do you want me to kiss you?”

You swallow hard, breathing out a ‘yes’. It’s so quiet you almost think he hasn’t heard you, but then his lips are on yours, and all the nagging thoughts floating through your head disappear. 

Kirishima’s kiss starts sweet, his lips soft against your own. Slowly it turns rougher, his teeth barely nipping at your bottom lip and tongue coming behind it to soothe the mark. His kiss is dizzying, and it’s all you can do not to become lost in it. Within seconds, he has you in the palm of his hand (as if he didn’t already). One of their hands is trailing up your arm, slowly, fingertips ghosting across your skin and making you shiver.  Kirishima reaches forward and tugs you closer.

“Is this okay?” He asks against your lips, breathless. 

You try to kiss him again, pouting when he pulls out of your reach. 

“Gotta use your words, baby,” He says, voice soft but stern. 

You blink at him, thighs clenching together at his words. It’s hard to think, hard to do anything but want.

“Y/n? I asked you a question.” His grip tightens enough to shock you out of your daze.

“Yes!” You rush out, desperate for him to kiss you again, “Yes, thi- this is more than okay! Please!”

Bakugou, who you’d almost forgotten about for a moment, chuckles lowly right beside your ear. He pushes your hair out of the way, placing kisses along your jaw. “Someone’s eager.” He whispers, cocky as always. 

Kirishima places a quick, soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Why don’t we take this somewhere more comfortable?”

You nod, expecting him to move so you can hop down from the counter. Instead, Kirishima picks you up, hands gripping under your thighs. You yelp in surprise, clinging on to him tightly. 

“Kiri!”

“Don’t worry, baby,” He laughs, “M’not gonna drop ya.”

You hear Bakugou take the lead, opening your bedroom door, and by the time Kirishima drops you onto the bed, Bakugou is standing above you shirtless. You feel yourself blush, looking up at him shyly. 

You’d seen Bakugou and Kirishima shirtless before - but never like this. 

Bakugou places his hand under your chin, tilting it up to him. “Aw, c’mon, princess. Don’t be shy.”

You bite your lip, eyes traveling over his chest, down his toned stomach, and stopping at the obvious bulge in his jeans. Your eyes shoot back up to find him watching you smugly. 

“Bakugou?” Your voice is small. 

“Nuh uh,” He tsks, leaning down to where you lay, caging you in. He’s so close you can feel his warm breath fan across your cheek. “Call me Katsuki, princess. Unless you wanna call me something else?”

Your blush deepens, and you hear Kirishima laugh lightly from behind you. 

“Katsuki?” You try again. 

“Hm?”

You reach for him, one hand grabbing onto his bicep, and try to tug him closer. “Kiss me again?” You mumble. 

He doesn’t budge, no matter how much you try to pull him closer. “What was that? You’ll have to speak up, baby.” He teases. 

“Don’t be mean, Katsuki!” You say, pushing lightly against his chest. 

“Ask me again,” He tells you, voice low and gravely, “And say please.”

You glare at him for a moment, embarrassed, but he doesn’t give up, just watches you expectantly. 

Finally, you give in, too desperate to care about being embarrassed. “Kiss me, please, Katsuki.”

“Atta girl,” He growls, and then his lips are on yours in a bruising kiss. 

Unlike Kirishima, Bakugou doesn’t start slow. His kiss is passionate, and hard, enough to make your legs tremble. He bites your bottom lip hard enough to make you gasp, sliding his tongue against yours, and grinds his hips against your parted legs. You let out a low moan, hands sliding down his chest. 

Suddenly Bakugou pulls away with a growl, and you whine, looking up to realize Kirishima had pulled him up by his hair. The redhead pulls him into another kiss, above you, and it’s arguably the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. Your arousal builds between your legs, making you squirm, desperate for some sort of friction. 

“I love it when you act like you’re in control, pretty boy,” You think you hear Kirishima mumble against Bakugou’s lips, and a soft moan escapes your parted lips.

Now that was unexpected.

The boys look down at you, rubbing your thighs together, brows furrowed in frustration. 

“You need to learn a little patience, baby.” Kirishima says. 

You look up at him, whimpering out a desperate, “Please!”

Kirishima kisses Bakugou again, soft and sweet, talking to him like you aren’t even there, “I think we should get those clothes off, don’t you?”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Bakugou mumbles, kissing his jaw before turning his attention back to you. 

Without saying a word, he pulls you into a sitting position, one hand on the small of your back holding you steady, and the other sliding under your shirt. Bakugou buries his face in your neck, leaving opened mouth kisses there and nipping lightly with his teeth, and his calloused fingertips trail across your stomach. You lean into his touch, hoping he’ll give in and give you what you want, but he never did. Instead, he takes his time leaving marks on your neck, leaving you a whimpering mess in his hands. 

He laughs darkly, smug, “I’ve hardly even touched you, princess. You really that desperate for me?” 

“Please, Katsuki!” 

“Please what?” He muses, pulling away to lift your shirt over your head and throwing it to the side.

“Touch me,” You plead, arms returning to their spot around his neck, clinging to him. 

“I am touching you.”

“You know what I mean- Ow!” Bakugou pinches your thigh, eyes narrowed.

“Careful, sweetheart. That’s not how you get what you want.” 

You look at him, eyes wide and breathing heavy, wishing that didn’t turn you on as much as it did. It shouldn’t, but oh, it did.

“You gonna ask again, princess?” He challenges.

“Please touch me...?” You try, treading carefully. 

The corner of his mouth turns up in a grin, “Where?” He asks, big hand rubbing up your thigh, just barely brushing the edge of your underwear. “Here?”

Your fingers dig into the blanket below you, “Please, Katsuki!” You beg.

Finally, with the slightest of pressure, Bakugou runs a finger across your clothed sex, making you gasp. He smirks down at you, pushing your panties to the side and drinking in the sight of you hungrily. 

“You’re doing so good for us, baby,” Kirishima’s voice startles you, and you turn to see he’s stripped down to just his underwear. 

“Eiji,” You whimper out, reaching for him. 

He smiles at you, practically cooing at you, “I know, baby, I know. But you have to be patient, remember? You can do that for us, right?”

“Mhm,” You nod, excitedly, wanting to please him. 

Bakugou hooks his fingers into your underwear, pulling them slowly down your legs, pressing light kisses on your hips and thighs. He comes back up, grabbing both of your hands and pulling you towards him. 

“Why don’t you help Eijirou finish undressing, hm?” He asks, though it’s really more of a command, and he guides you to the floor, on your knees. 

Bakugou squats down beside you, peppering kisses across your shoulder blades as you reach for Kirishima. You look up at him with wide eyes, gently palming at his erection through his briefs. You slowly pull his underwear down, eyes widening at the sight of him. 

Even in your wildest dreams - and trust, there had been many - you had never imagined Kirishima would be this big. 

“He’s pretty isn’t he, y/n?” Bakugou says, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His hand reaches out to grab your own, pulling it back to his mouth and licking a lewd, wet stripe up your palm. Your stomach tightens as you watch him, and he winks at you. 

You let Bakugou’s hand guide yours to Kirishima, both of your hands wrapping around his cock. Kirishima’s face is surprisingly stoic through this, leaving you to admire his incredible self control, but you know he’s enjoying himself - you can feel his cock throbbing in your small hand.

Bakugou pulls his hand away, gathering all of your hair into his hands and tugging lightly, “Think you can take his cock in your mouth, pretty girl?” 

Your face flushes in embarrassment, and quite frankly, you aren’t sure if you can... Kiri’s huge. But you nod anyway, because you want to. 

“Wanna make you feel good,” You mumble up to Kirishima, groaning as Bakugou tugs on your hair again. 

Bakugou pushes you forward, his hold firm but surprisingly gentle. He watches you with lust-filled eyes, his own erection straining against his boxers. 

“Open your mouth, princess,” He orders, voice hoarse. You do as you’re told, sticking your tongue out, and both boys groan at the sight. 

“So pretty,” Kirishima praises.

With Bakugou’s hand firmly knotted in your hair, guiding your every move, you slowly lick up the underside of Kirishima’s cock, swirling your tongue around his tip. Kirishima lets out a low moan, head tilted back slightly but eyes still on you. Bakugou puts pressure on the back of your head, edging you closer and closer. You open your mouth wider, but as Kiri slides himself past your lips, your jaw still aches with the stretch. 

“Fuck,” Bakugou breathes out, red eyes wide and cheeks dusted pink. “Look at you.”

After a moment, Bakugou seems to come to his senses, and takes control of your movements again. You hollow out your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down on Kirishima’s cock. Slowly, Bakugou forces you to take him deeper with every stroke, and even though you’ve only taken about half of him into your mouth, he’s already hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Drool is starting to run down your chin, and in an incredibly humiliating way, it’s exciting. You feel yourself growing wetter between your thighs, begging to be touched.

“You gonna take him down your throat, princess?” Bakugou growls in your ear, pushing you forward again and you gag, whimpering around him. “I know you can, baby...” 

And you do, gagging, spit dripping off your chin and tears welling in your eyes. Kirishima moans, louder than before, hips bucking forward slightly. 

“Such a good girl, fuck,” He groans, reaching down to wipe a tear from your cheek gently. “So fucking good for us.”

You glow at the praise, stomach flipping.

“Breathe through your nose,” Bakugou reminds you, one of his hands coming up to lay lightly against your throat, feeling the impression of Kirishima’s cock. 

“So good, baby,” Kirishima grunts out, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You feel more tears escape from the corner of your eye as you take short, quick breaths through your nose. 

Bakugou tugs your hair slightly harder, leaning in so close you can feel his lips moving against your ear, “You better not waste a drop.” He growls, and you whimper as Kirishima swears above you, cumming down your throat.

You do your best to swallow it all, but some still manages to dribble out of the corner of your mouth. Bakugou, looking dazed, reaches up and gently collected the drop with his thumb, lifting it to his mouth to taste. 

Finally, Kirishima pulls out, and you gasp for breath, hunching over slightly. 

Bakugou lets you recover for a moment, before pulling you up into a needy, passionate kiss. You want to complain, about the spit smearing between your lips, but Bakugou doesn’t seem to mind. 

“Get her back on the bed, Kats.” Kirishima says, and you both do as he tells you without question. 

Bakugou lifts you in his arms easily, laying you back on the bed, and before you’re even completely laid back, you’re begging.

“Please,” You whine, “Please, please, I need-”

“Shhh,” Kirishima hushes you, climbing onto the bed beside you, “I know, baby, we’re gonna take care of you.”

“Eiji,” You whimper, and Kirishima leans down to kiss you.

Kirishima trails kisses down your chest, and stomach, taking his time to leave a hickey on your hipbone. Your hips buck up, eyes screwed shut as you silently beg for more. Kirishima trails his fingertips up the soft flesh of your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in his wake. When he finally touches you, thick fingers spreading your wetness and circling your clit at an agonizingly slow pace, you moan embarrassingly loud. 

Bakugou leans down beside you, pressing his lips to your neck and you can feel the smirk on his lips. 

You reach out, looking for something - anything - to hold on to. Your hand wraps around Kirishima’s wrist, and his movements cease. You whine, high and desperate, and humiliating.

“Keep your hands to yourself, baby.” He says, soft but stern. 

You frown, “But-”

Kirishima pulls his hand away completely, eyes turning dark. “Be a good girl for us, and listen.” He says, voice dropping to a low growl.

You let out a gasp, eyes fluttering as you nod. “M’sorry.” You whimper out. 

He hums, leaning down to kiss you again, hand dipping back between your thighs. His kiss is dizzying, has you seeing stars, and you don’t even have the mind to care that your hips are desperately humping up into his hand. Kirishima slips two fingers inside you, thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit. He pulls away to watch your face as he curls his fingers, pressure building in your core. 

“Please,” Your voice comes out high pitched and breathy. “M’ gonna-”

“Cum for me, y/n.” He tells you, more of a command than anything.

Your first orgasm rips through you, leaves you panting. 

“Good girl,” Kirishima coos, one hand stroking your hair, “So good, y/n, more perfect than I could’ve imagined.”

You keen at the praise, leaning into his hand, and he gives you another quick, soft kiss. “Katsuki’s gonna take care of you now, okay?”

You turn your head to the side, where Bakugou is smirking down at you, one hand lazily stroking his cock. His red eyes are hungry, scouring your body like you’re his next meal, and you feel your heartbeat quicken in your chest. Kirishima comes up behind him, placing his hands on his shoulders and squeezing as he kisses up his neck, before whispering in his ear. You can’t hear what’s said, but you don’t miss the way Bakugou gasps, lips parted, eyes going slightly wide for a moment. There’s a soft blush on his cheeks, and Kiri nips the shell of his ear with his teeth. Then, as if nothing happened, Bakugou’s smug grin is back, eyes narrowed as he makes his way towards you. 

“‘Suki,” You gasp, squirming in anticipation. 

He reaches down, grabbing your hips and tugging you closer to him. His hands squeeze your hips with bruising strength, and you’re embarrassed by how much you like the roughness. Bakugou rubs his length up and down your slit, groaning.

“You’re drenched,” He mutters, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before he returns his gaze to you, “Kiri took good care of you, huh, princess?”

“Mhm!” You hum, nodding your head eagerly. “S-So good.” 

Bakugou groans, pressing the tip of his cock inside of you, the both of you letting out a moan. Kirishima groans lowly from where he sits against the headboard of your bed, slowly fisting his cock and watching the two of you hungrily. 

“Look at the both of you,” He says, “So good for me.” 

To your surprise, it’s Bakugou who whimpers at the praise, bucking forward and fully sheathing himself inside you. You cry out, eyes shut tightly and back arching up off the bed. 

“Kat!” 

He grunts in response, fist clenching the sheets beside your head, and buries his head in your neck. You can feel his warm breath against your neck, can feel him inside you, and you feel yourself reach for him. 

“Hands, baby,” Kirishima reminds you, gently, and you whine. 

Bakugou pulls back, face flushed pink, and he gathers you wrists in his hand, pinning your arms above your head.

“Please, ‘Suki, please! Need you!”

Bakugou looks up, almost like he’s asking for permission.

“Go ahead, baby.” Kirishima says, and without a second thought, Bakugou begins thrusting into you at a bruising pace. 

Everything else floats away, and all you can focus on is Bakugou fucking into you roughly, the pressure of his hands around your wrists, the intoxicating moans falling from between both mens lips. You feel your second orgasm building quicker than you thought possible, tears welling in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Please, please, please,” You whimper out, again and again, incapable of saying anything else. 

“Y’feel so good, princess, fuck,” Bakugou grunts, one hand coming down to rub your clit. 

Your mouth opens wide in a silent scream, breath caught in your throat. 

“What’s that, baby?” Kirishima is teasing you, now, chuckling darkly. “What’s wrong, huh? Can’t get any words out? Kats’ fucked you dumb already?”

You try to say something, anything, to prove him wrong, but all you manage to do is cry out, tears welling in your eyes as you whine. 

“Aw,” Kirishima coos, his normally kind voice mocking, and mean. “Look at you, baby.” 

He grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him, smiling down at you, “So pathetic. How can we give you what you want, if you don’t use your words, sweetheart?”

You feel the first of your tears fall, utterly humiliated by how much his mocking turned you on. 

“Please,” You get out, in a broken whisper, bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

Kirishima groans, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip before ducking down to kiss you. “Okay, baby, alright.” He mutters, kissing you again. “We gotcha.”

He pulls away, and you try to reach for him but with Bakugou still holding you down you don’t budge. 

Kirishima runs a hand over Bakugou’s abs, up his chest, placing soft kisses along his jaw. “You’re doing good, baby. Make her cum, yeah?” 

Bakugou nods, brows furrowed together and lips parted as he pants.

You desperately try to lift your hips, to meet his thrusts, muttering pleas that sound like gibberish. 

Kirishima reaches down to where your bodies meet, replacing Bakugou’s hands, rubbing slow circles around your clit. 

“Go on, y/n,” He coaxes you, licking his lips. “Be a good girl and cum again. You’re our good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” You cry out, tears coming down heavier now.

You were so sensitive, so desperate, all you wanted was to be good for them. 

“C’mon, princess,” Bakugou grunts out, grip tightening on your wrists, “Cum for us.”

And seconds later, you do, your final orgasm crashing over you in an overwhelming tidal wave of pleasure. It knocks the breath out of you, legs twitching as Bakugou fucks you through it. 

“That’s it,” He says, hips stuttering as he gets close, “Good fucking girl, fuck-”

Bakugou hunches over, burying his face in your neck as he finishes, letting out surprisingly soft moans, his warm breath fanning over your neck. He lets go of your wrists, using one hand to prop him up, and the other finds its way to your hair, fingers gently rubbing your scalp as he catches his breath.

The bed shifts as Kirishima gets up, squeezing Bakugou’s shoulder tightly before he heads towards the bedroom door. 

“Kiri!” You gasp, not wanting him to leave.

“Shh,” Bakugou kisses the underside of your jaw softly, “He’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, Kirishima returns with two glasses of water, and a warm washcloth to clean the two of you up. He’s put his boxers back on, but remains shirtless, and you take notice of the hickey’s lining his neck and collar bone. 

You can only imagine what you must look like, then, if he came away with that many marks. You chuckle at the thought, as Kirishima lifts you gently into his lap. 

“What’s so funny, hm?” He asks, watching you fondly. 

Bakugou makes his way back to the bed, having gotten up to get dressed after Kirishima helped him clean up, and he throws you a t-shirt. It’s one of theirs, much too big for you, and you tug it over your head happily before cuddling back into Kirishima.

With you back turned, you miss the way their eye’s meet, Bakugou’s lips curling up into a rare, soft smile. He joins the two of you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you both and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“So,” You say, slowly starting to come back to your senses, “What was that all about?”

Bakugou snorts, rolling his eyes at how Kirishima blushes. “What do you think, idiot?”

You giggle as he pinches your side, teasing you. 

“I just mean,” You look up at Kirishima, blinking sleepily, “Was this... Was this a one time thing?”

Kirishima swallows hard, cheeks flushing even more as his eyes dart to Bakugou, then back to you, “Do you... want it to be a one time thing?”

It’s your turn to flush in embarrassment, shrugging as you look down.

“Hey,” Bakugou nudges you, “He asked you a question, y/n.”

“I...” You trailed off, not sure what to really say. You liked them, a lot, and you liked this too, but... you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

“What is it, y/n?” Kiri asked softly, watching you carefully. 

You took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. “I liked this. A lot.” 

He smiled, humming, “We did, too, baby. We’ve wanted this for... for a long time.” 

“But,” You said, slowly, “I really like you. Both of you. And if this is just... sex...”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Bakugou says, and your brows raise.

“But I thought you two...”

“What?” Kirishima asks, cocking his head to the side in confusion.

“I mean, don’t you... aren’t you together?”

Kirishima tenses slightly, and you feel Bakugou nod against your shoulder. “Yeah. We are.”

You frown slightly, “Why didn’t you... why didn’t you tell me?”

“Hey, don’t pout, princess.” Bakugou mutters, “We were planning on it, we just-”

“We were waiting.” Kirishima says, “Because we wanted to ask you. If you’d... be with us, too.”

“Smooth, Eiji.” Bakugou mutters.

Your mouth falls open, “You mean-”

“Yeah,” Kirishima says, “We like you, too. Have for a while.”

You can’t fight the grin that crawls onto your face, and you lunge forward to pull Kirishima into a tighter hug. Bakugou groans at the movement, watching the two of you sleepily. 

“Yeah, yeah,” He grumbles, grabbing you and pulling you down with him as he lays back on your bed, “Can we talk about this in the morning?”

You giggle, his arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you tightly to his chest. 

Kirishima smiles down at you, “He gets clingly when he’s tired.”

“Oi, shut it! I do not.” Bakugou mutters, “Now lay down, Shitty Hair, it’s time to sleep.”

“Yes, sir.” Kirishima says, jokingly saluting him. Bakugou scoffs, reaching out to pull him down, too. 

Kirishima snuggles in close to the two of you, not much room left on your bed that was normally meant for one person. But you didn’t mind too much. 

Kiri reaches over to kiss the both of you, before settling in and sandwiching you between the two men. 

It’s quiet for a moment, as you listen to the two breathe.

“Mina owe’s me ten bucks.” You mutter, quietly. 

“Mm? Why’s that?” Kirishima mumbles into your hair.

You grin wickedly, snickering, “Your dick is huge, Ei.”

Bakugou, who you had thought was asleep, burst into laughter as Kirishima stumbles for a response. 

“Wha- You guys bet on... on that?!”

“You can’t blame me for being curious!”

“Y/n!”

And laying there, laughing with the two men you love, you wonder why you ever even went on a stupid date with that other extra in the first place. 

“Hello,” Shinsou drawled, a lazy, but definitely teasing, grin spread across his lips. He was leaned up against the counter, half of his purple hair tied back in a knot at the back of his head. “How can I help you?”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, taking a deep breath in like Kirishima had taught him. His hands were wound into fists, shoved into his jacket pockets. “Just my regular.”

Shinsou hummed in response, turning to shout over his shoulder, “Y/n! Your loverboy is here!”

Bakugou grit his teeth, willing himself not to snap back at him. Technically, he wasn’t wrong. But he hated the teasing lilt to the other man’s voice. 

As per usual, his anger melted away - mostly - when you popped your head around the corner, from the storage room, smiling brightly. “’Suki!”

As much as Bakugou hated your job, you did look cute in your apron, and he was admittedly fond of the free coffee. 

You bounced over to him, definitely hyped up on too much caffeine, and wrapped your arms around him. “Hi.” You said, looking up at him. 

He squeezed you against him, pulling you in for a kiss, to your surprise. Normally, Bakugou was hesitant when it came to PDA. Of course, the cafe was almost empty, and it wasn’t much of a secret that Bakugou was turning up the heat in front of Shinsou. 

“You want your usual?” You ask sweetly, when he pulls away, dopey grin on your face. 

Shinsou, who had slipped away during the kiss, calls over his shoulder, “Already on it!”

“Try not to spit in it.” Bakugou says, lowly. 

Shinsou lets out a low chuckle, “I’ll try to contain myself.”

Apparently, this banter is friendly enough, because you laugh along with him. 

“You mind if I take my break now, ‘Toshi?”

Bakugou swallows down the burst of jealousy at the nickname, fists tightening in his pocket. 

“Yeah, no problem,” Shinsou tells you, as he sets the coffee down on the counter. “There you go. One coffee, hazelnut cream, no sugar. Extra bitter, just like you.”

Bakugou sneers at him, snatching the coffee from the counter and grabbing your hand to pull you along behind him. The two of you end up in the alleyway behind the shop, sneaking through the ‘employees only’ door. Bakugou sips the coffee, wishing it wasn’t so good. But damn, if Shinsou didn’t know his coffee. As far as Bakugou was concerned, that was the only thing the guy was good at. (Of course, he didn’t really know him that well, at all).

“You’re very broody today.” You say softly, looking over at him from where you leaned against the brick wall. “Something on your mind?”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, sipping his coffee again. “M’fine. Just... tired, that’s all.”

You hum, fumbling with one of your bracelets. You gaze up at him, grinning, “Do I need to call Kirishima to get it out of you?”

“Tch,” He scoffed, marching over to where you stood and leaning down over you. “Smartass.”

He leans down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You both taste like coffee, and Bakugou recognizes the faint, bitter taste of marijuana on your tongue too. He pulls away, raising a brow. 

“What, rolling up before work, you delinquent?”

You giggled, shoving his shoulder playfully, though it’s not enough to move him away from you. “Maybe. Gonna rat me out?”

“Hm,” His lips barely brush against yours, bumping his nose against yours. “I’m sure you could convince me not to.”

“Yeah? That easy, hm?” You say, leaning forward to kiss him again, but he pulls just out of your reach. You pout, and he laughs lowly. 

“I never said it would be easy.” He answers, smirking. 

You feel your breath hitch again, and his lips are back on yours. 

“Mm, Kats, love you, but I need to get back to work.” You mumble in between kisses.

Bakugou nips your bottom lip, but concedes, pulling away with a sigh. “Sure I can’t keep you occupied just a little while longer?”

“And people say I’m the bad influence.” You tease, laughing. “Sorry, babe. Can’t. Besides, I know you’re supposed to be getting lunch with the guys, and I’m not gonna be responsible for making you late.”

“Screw ‘em.” He says, planting another kiss on the corner of your mouth. 

You smile up at him, shaking your head. “What am I gonna do with you, Bakgou Katsuki?”

“Keep me, I hope.”

He’d meant it as a joke, but it came out much more serious than he’d meant. Thankfully, you don’t press him on it.

“Yeah, and what’s in it for me?” You tease, poking his stomach. You stretch up on your tiptoes to place another kiss on his jaw, voice softer than before, “I’m here till you don’t want me, Katsuki.”

Bakugou kisses the top of your head, “That’ll never happen.”

You turn to go back inside, stopping in the doorway to look back at him. “You coming to Sero and Denki’s tonight?”

“We’ll see.” Bakugou grunts.

“Mhm,” You grin. “I’ll see you there, then. Bye, Kats!”

...

By the time Bakugou shows up, he’s the last one there. Even Jirou, infamous for showing up fashionably late to their hangouts, was already inside, sitting with you and Mina on the floor. The three of you were deep in conversation, clearly already more than buzzed - your giggles and half-lidded eyes gave you away.

Bakugou felt the tug of a smile on his lips, watching you. He was glad the day was over. Finally, he could just relax.

And thats when he saw him.

Shinsou Hitoshi was sitting on the couch, leaning over a wide-eyed Denki to get the lighter off the table. 

Bakugou tried. He was trying. But even still, his hands shook with anger. 

Kirishima met his gaze, shaking his head, and he didn’t have to speak out loud for Bakugou to hear his usual, ‘Breathe, man. Everything’s fine. Deep breaths. It’s not worth it.’

“Bakugou!” Mina shrieked, “You made it! I told you he’d be here, Sero, you owe me $5!”

Bakugou scowled. “You bet against me?”

Sero shrugs sheepishly. 

You grin up at him from your spot by the girls, and Bakugou quickly crossed the room to sit by your side, ignoring the intruder on the couch. As he took a seat, he pulled you close to lean against his shoulder, and you instinctively reached for his hand without stopping your conversation.

“C’mon, Jirou, you should invite Yoamomo next time!” You were saying, “How will you ever get to know her if you don’t talk to her?”

Jirou, uncharacteristically flustered, shook her head. “No way. Absolutely not. Momo doesn’t seem the type to... ya know, any of this. We aren’t really her crowd.”

“So? She likes you doesn’t she?” Mina offers, puffing smoke.

Jirou’s cheeks turn a brighter shade of pink, and she slouches down more. “I dunno... Pass it here, Min.”

“I’m sure we could behave ourselves enough for a night.” You tease, grinning, “We could have a movie night! Totally sober, if that’s what you’re worried about, Kyo.”

A loud groan cuts into their conversation, from across the room, “Yeah, speak for yourself.” Denki says.

“As if you could get through a movie night totally sober, y/n.” Sero snickers. 

“Hey!” You shout back, sticking your tongue out at him. 

“He might have a point, man,” Shinsou cuts in. He’d been so quiet, Bakugou had almost forgotten he was there. Of course, his luck ran out. “Y/n can’t even make it through a shift sober.”

The room erupts into laughter, though Bakugou stays quiet, rolling his eyes. 

“Not true!” You say, blushing as you lower your voice, “You weren’t supposed to know about that.”

Shinsou’s laugh is apparently contagious, as he says, “Are you kidding?!” He breaks into an eerily accurate impression of you, “Hey, man, what can I get for ya? Aw, totally, nice choice! Have you tried the muffins, man, they’re sooo good.”

You burry your head in your hands as everyone joins in on the joke, leaning back into Bakugou to hide. “Fuck you, dude! Fuck you!”

“Holy shit!” Denki and Sero are gasping for breath, “How are you so good at that, man?” 

Shinsou grins slyly, reminding Bakugou of the cheshire cat (another reason he doesn’t trust the asshole). “Hey, a man can’t give away all his secrets, huh?”

Bakugou tightens his hold around your waist, mouth downturned into an unhappy scowl. 

“I think a movie night would be nice,” Kirishima changes the subject, and Bakugou sends him a small smile in thanks. “I’m sure we’d all like to meet Momo, and if she’s as sweet as you say she is, she’ll totally go for it!”

“Yeah,” Mina says, wrapping an arm lazily around Jirou, “Besides, you’re a total catch, babe! She’ll love you!”

“Thanks guys,” Jirou responds quietly, passing the joint to you. “I’ll think about it.”

You take a few drags, offering to Bakugou, who shakes his head. You don’t push it, blowing the smoke away from the two of you. 

“Man, and here I was, thinking you might finally relax some, Bakugou.” Shinsou comments.

Across the room, Denki has slouched against the other man’s shoulder, his feet propped up in Sero’s lap. 

“The fuck did you say?” Bakugou snaps, glaring. 

Shinsou chuckles, “Relax, dude, I’m kidding.”

“Yeah?” Bakugou growls, snatching the joint from between your fingers. “Fucking whatever.”

He takes a long drag, face red as he resists the urge to cough out of spite. Shinsou raises a brow, mouth twitching into a smirk. His fingers are in Denki’s hair, scratching lightly at his head, and the blonde looks like he could fall asleep any minute, a sleepy smile on his face. Bakugou feels an odd surge of jealousy, and frustration. These are his friends. You’re his girl. What the fuck is this guy playing at?

As Bakugou goes quiet, eyebrows furrowed and face drawn into a fierce scowl, and shoot Shinsou a look. He sighs, rolling his eyes, but silently agrees to lay off. 

“You okay?” You ask, leaning back and placing a light kiss on Bakugou’s jaw.

He yanks you into his lap with a huff, pouting. 

It takes everything in you not to giggle at him when he’s like this (it’s cute, okay?) but you knew that would only irritate him more. 

“’Suki.” You coo, quiet so no one else can hear you, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He mutters, frown deepening. 

“But-”

“I said it’s nothing, y/n.”

You sigh, giving up and leaning back against his chest. Why did he have to be so stubborn? 

Besides, you aren’t stupid. You know he’s unhappy because Shinsou is here. And, by all means, Shinsou is being an asshole. But he’s your friend, and a really good friend (only a friend). You just want the two to get along, and you want to show your boyfriend that he has nothing to worry about! But, as per usual, both boys are being... difficult, to say the least.

After a few minutes it becomes clear that Bakugou’s mood isn’t going to improve, so you go back to your conversation with Mina and Jirou, absentmindedly rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. Eventually, he starts to relax, but remains quiet. He’s too stubborn to admit that you know how to calm him down, after all. And, besides, he can’t risk the guys telling him he’s going ‘soft’ (his words, not yours).

As your high reaches its peak, you forget about the exchange almost completely. You’ve moved to lay your head in Bakugou’s lap, staring up at him. You reach for his hand, bringing it to rest on your head and he rolls his eyes, fingers gently scratching your scalp. You smile up at him lazily, blowing him a kiss. 

With his hands in your hair, you feel yourself begin to drift off, the conversations around you fading into a low buzz in the background. 

Suddenly, Bakugou’s hands stop.

“Kats,” You whine, one eye cracking open to see what was wrong.

Bakugou’s mouth is agape, brows raised, and face red.

“Kats? You okay?” 

He doesn’t answer, and you follow his gaze to the couch, where Denki has climbed into Shinsou’s lap. The blonde’s fingers are threaded into his hair, Shinsou’s firmly gripping his waist, and they’re kissing. You sit up, a laugh bubbling in your throat.

But nonetheless, it was true that a year ago, before he met you, he wouldn’t have been caught dead getting high in Denki and Sero’s apartment, much less lighting a bowl for the pretty girl sitting in his lap.

It was still a rare occasion that Bakugou got high with you, and it never failed to give you butterflies, the way he looked at you when he did.

“What are you staring at, hm?” He asked lowly, eyes drooping lowly, as you blew smoke from your lips.

You giggled softly, already feeling the effects of the drug. “You.”

The corner of Bakugou’s mouth quirked up into a smug grin, but you didn’t miss the light blush across his cheeks at your comment.

“C’mon, lovebirds, don’t hog the smoke!” Sero called from the couch, where he was slouched lazily, shoulder to shoulder with Mina and Denki.

“Yeah, it’s bad enough you stole y/n from us, Bakugou, the least you can do is share!” Denki whined, and the rest of your friends burst into laughter.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, raising the bowl to his mouth once more. “Fuck you.”

He took another hit before passing the bowl to Kirishima, leaning forward to kiss you as he exhaled. You inhaled the smoke, lips brushing against his. Bakugou’s arms tightened around your waist, tugging you closer to him and into another kiss.

Kissing Bakugou high was an altogether different experience from when he was sober. Though he’d never admit it, your boyfriend could be a little shy when it came to PDA. But when he got high, it was nearly impossible to keep him off of you. Not that you were complaining, of course.

You pulled back for air, and Bakugou began trailing kisses along your jaw and to your neck.

“Jirou, kick Denki off aux, I wanna listen to something good!” You called to your purple haired friend.

The two of you grinned, laughing as Denki called out, “Rude!”

“Hey, that tickles!” You scrunch up your nose, laughing as Bakugou kisses feather-light across your jaw. You can feel his lips curl into a smirk before he pulls back, looking at you through glossy eyes.

You lean back, arms around his neck and fingers running through the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Bakugou watches you as your eyes travel over his face, admiring the way he looks in the low light of the room, illuminated by old fairy lights the boys had hung above the couch. You follow the shape of his brow, past his narrowed eyes and down the curve of his nose, before landing on his lips. 

“You’re s’pretty, Kats,” Your voice is barely a whisper, and you’re surprised he hears it. 

He huffs out a laugh, pulling you back to him by the collar of your shirt. “Dork,” He teases, kissing you lightly. Against your lips, he mutters, “I think you’re the pretty one in this relationship.”

Your heart skips a beat, cheeks flushing, and the next thing you know, Bakugou’s hands are in your hair and he’s sliding his tongue into your mouth. The conversations carrying on around you, and the music, all turn into white noise as Bakugou steals all of your attention. His lips are soft against yours, a stark comparison to his usual gruff attitude, but the way his hands come down to squeeze your thighs reminds you just who you’re dealing with. 

You’re brought back to earth by a wolf whistle from Sero, and a pillow hitting the back of your head. 

“Jeez, get a room, you two! It’s like the beginning of a cheap porno in here.” Mina cackles.

You erupt into a fit of giggles, ignoring the disapproving reply your boyfriend growls out. “C’mon, Mina, we’re anything but cheap.” You retort, resulting in another fit of giggles.

You grab Bakugou’s hand and give it a gentle squeeze, knowing he was annoyed that you’d been interrupted. He sighs, squeezing back, and you learn your head onto his shoulder.

The conversation turns to some show you hadn’t seen, everyone forgetting the moment between you and Bakugou, and you find yourself slowly drifting to sleep on his shoulder.

“Baby,” His mouth is right next to your ear, voice low.

“Hm?” You hum, not opening your eyes.

“Go to the kitchen, or the bathroom, or something.” He says.

You furrow your brows, confused, “What?”

“I dunno, just make up something, and I’ll meet you in five minutes.” He huffs, impatiently.

You groan, burying yourself further into his neck. “’Suki, m’tired.”

“Y/n.”

His tone makes your stomach flip, eyes shooting open. You know that voice.

You pull back, blinking up at him sleepily as he smirks at you. “Okay.”

He plants a kiss on your cheek, just beside your ear, muttering, “Good girl.”

Your cheeks flush in embarrassment, as you stand, and he laughs lightly at how easily he can make you blush. 

“Where ya goin’, y/n?” Kirishima asks, just before you can make it out of the room. 

“Bathroom,” You call over your shoulder, hoping you don’t sound suspicious. 

The next few minutes feel much longer than they are, as you duck into the bathroom connected to Denki’s room. It’s cleaner than normal, probably because Bakugou had come over last week and forced then to clean. He cared, in his own brash, Bakugou way. 

You learned against the sink, taking in your appearance in the mirror, as you waited. Your eyes were heavy, glassy and slightly red, and there was the unmistakable beginnings of a bruise on your neck from Bakugou. You leaned your head back to get a better look, laughing lightly. That was gonna turn into a gnarly hickey tomorrow. 

You’re startled by your phone ringing from your pocket, but before you can answer it Bakugou has barged in and is pushing you back against the door, lips on yours. Whoever is calling is quickly forgotten as Bakugou kisses you roughly, wandering hands all over you, and thigh pressed between your legs. 

You gasp slightly, mumbling his name into the kiss. His kisses are sloppier than normal, his shoulders relaxed with no trace of their normal tension. Bakugou’s hands, bigger and stronger than your own, find their way under your shirt.

“Kats,” You breathe out, when he finally lets you up for air. “Now?”

“Need you.” He groans into your neck, placing carefully targeted kisses and rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb. He knows you, probably too well, and knows just how to get what he wants. 

You sigh, but before you can say something logical, he’s kissing you again. 

“C’mon,” He says, in between kisses. “Those idiots are on another planet right now, they’ll never notice we’re gone.” 

You doubt that, but with the way Bakugou’s pressing his hips into yours, and kissing you like it’s the air he needs to breathe, you’re hard pressed to deny him. Besides, everything has settled into a hazy fog now, and you’re not worried much about what the others will think.

He knows he’s got you, now, if his smirk is anything to go by. Bakugou starts to lead you backwards, opening the door opposite you with his free hand, his other on the small of your back. Your legs hit the edge of a bed, and Bakugou catches you before you can fall, lowering you down gently. He’s standing in between your parted legs, one hand cupping your jaw and thumb rubbing across your bottom lip. Your heart is hammering in your chest, breathing heavy. Lazily, you tug on the bottom of his shirt, and he pulls away to strip off the t-shirt. You watch, shamelessly entranced by the way his muscles ripple across his abs and chest. You’re struck again by just how attractive your boyfriend was. 

Bakugou catches you staring, a smug grin spreading across his lips, and leans down. He rests his arms on either side of your head, caging you in, and is close enough that the tips of your noses touch. You feel your cheeks begin to heat up, but you refuse to back down from his stare.

“You’re not very subtle, y/n.” He says, eyes searching yours.

“Don’t have t’be,” You tell him, breathlessly, “You’re all mine.”

He grins, planting a teasing kiss at the corner of your mouth. “Damn right I am.”

He kisses the other side of your mouth, just shy of your lips, and you pout. 

“What’re pouting for, hm?”

“Kiss me!”

He leans back and looks at you, feigning innocence. “I am kissing you, baby.” 

“Katsuki!” You whine, struggling to get your arms around his neck. 

He chuckles at your feeble attempt, clearly amused by how easily he overpowers you, but gives in nonetheless. “Okay, alright.”

Bakugou’s kisses start to get more desperate, and one hand slides down to fumble with the button of your jeans. You’re brought back to earth by your phone ringing again, and you reach for it, but Bakugou grabs your wrist to stop you, placing both your hands above your head. 

He holds you arms there, with one hand. “Ignore it.” He growls out, moving back to the waistband of your pants. 

You start to squirm impatiently, heat pooling at your core, and Bakugou mutters out for you to stay still. You whine into his mouth, but the reality is, you aren’t going anywhere with the grip he has on you. 

Bakugou slips his hand below the waistband of your pants, frustratingly close, but not quite where you need him. 

Behind him, the door slams open.

“Holy shit! Fuck you guys, not in my bed!” Denki is standing at the door, hands over his eyes, though he’s still peaking through his fingers. 

You cry out in surprise, Bakugou moving to cover you, even though you’re mostly still clothed. 

“You guys told us to get a room!” You yell out, face hidden in Bakugou’s chest as he buttons up your pants, face dark. 

“Yeah, but not my room, you little freaks!” Denki says through laughter, hand clutching his chest. 

“Get out, dunce face, before I kill you!” Bakugou shouts at him, glaring harshly. 

“It’s my room, dude!”

As the two boys yell at each other, your phone goes off again, and you finally pick it up to see who’s been calling you. 

“I really gotta take this, it’s work. Be right back!” 

If possible, Bakugou’s mood sours more as you slip out the door and down the hallway. He knows what ‘work’ means. It means your coworker, Shinsou Hitoshi, who Bakugou couldn’t stand. 

Bakugou tried his best to not let his jealousy get the best of him, usually, he really did. But something about the purple-haired barista you worked with got under his skin. Whether it was his attitude, and the fact that Shinsou clearly found it funny to tick him off, or the fact the he was friends with Deku, Bakugou didn’t know. But it was no secret he disliked the guy.

Of course, he trusted you, and you’d told him time and time again that Shinsou was only a friend. But Bakugou still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten lucky enough to have you, and he wasn’t gonna let some sleep-deprived smart ass take you away from him. 

“You okay, man? Your face is about as red as my hair.” Kirishima commented, having stepped in to make sure he and Denki didn’t get into it. 

“Yeah, whatever,” He muttered. “I’ll be fine.” 

...

The rest of the week passed by in a blur of work, and classes, and not nearly enough time left over for you two to spend together. It was nearing finals week, so whatever time you managed to spend together was mostly spent studying, anyway. 

Bakugou’s mood hadn’t improved much since that day, and of course you noticed. But you hoped he would come to you with whatever was bothering him when he was ready, without you having to push. 

“Spend the night?” He asked one night, after you had spent hours studying for your chemistry final. 

You sighed, shaking your head, “Can’t. Tsu’s sick, so I had to pick up some of her shifts at work for the next few days. Which means I have to open tomorrow, before class.”

Bakugou huffs in annoyance, rolling his eyes. You reach out for his hand, frowning.

“Sorry, Kats. Promise I’ll spend the night as soon as finals are over, yeah?”

“Whatever.” He replied grumpily, tugging you over to him. He pulled you in for a kiss, “Sure I can’t convince you to stay?”

You sighed, kissing him instead of answering the question. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? We’ll get lunch.”

Bakugou grunts in reply, kissing you again before you really have to leave. 

You break away, squeezing his hand, “You okay?”

“Mhm,” He hums, tugging you in again. “M’fine.”

It’s clearly not the truth, you know him too well, but you don’t have time to interrogate him tonight.

The next day, you’re late to lunch. Normally, even if he was annoyed, Bakugou wouldn’t say anything. What’s ten minutes, anyway? But when you walk into the cafe with Shinsou at your side, he feels the anger boil in his chest. 

You’re as cheery as ever, kissing his cheek in greeting, but Bakugou’s eyes are fixed on Shinsou.

“Sorry I’m late, ‘Suki, me and Hitoshi got to talking at work and he offered to walk me here!”

“Hey man,” Shinsou says, with a nod. “How’s it going?”

Bakugou glares for a moment longer, before turning to look at you, ignoring the other man completely. “I ordered your usual for you.”

Your smile falls at Bakugou’s rudeness, glancing open-mouthed between the two men for a moment. “Katsu-”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you at work, y/n.” Shinsou says, brow quirked. He reaches over to hug you, and you say a quick goodbye.

Once he leaves, you take your seat across from Bakugou, who’s found sudden interest in the tablecloth. 

“Katsuki.” You say, trying to keep your voice low, “That was rude.”

He scoffs, refusing to meet your gaze.

You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. “What’s wrong, then?”

“Nothing.” He mutters. 

“That’s not true.” You say, matter-of-fact, “Something’s been bothering you for days.”

When he doesn’t reply, you continue, “I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong, love. Is it... is it me? Did I do something?”

Finally, he looks up and meets your eyes. “No.”

“Then what?” You pout, hating to see him in such a terrible mood. “Talk to me, Kats.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and despite the idle chatter that fills the cafe, this silence feels deafening. 

“When did you and ‘Shitsou’ get on a first name basis?”

Your normal calm demeanor slips for a moment, a reflection of when you’d first met and snapped at Bakugou for a rude comment. “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous?” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Are you serious, Katsuki?”

Angry red eyes meet yours, and you stiffen, readying yourself for what’s to come. Instead, Bakugou says nothing.

“What, now you aren’t talking to me?” You ask in awe. 

When there’s no response, your face screws up in anger, lip curling up over your teeth. 

“Whatever.” You say, getting up from your seat. “Shinsou’s nice, but he’s never been anything more than a friend. I work with him, Katsuki, and I’m not going to quit my job because you don’t trust me.”

Bakugou’s eyes widen at your accusation, panicked. That wasn’t what he thought, not at all, he did trust you. “Y/n, wait-”

But you were already walking away, sending him a hurt look over your shoulder as you went. Bakugou sunk back into his seat, face falling into his hands with a groan. “Fuck.” He cursed. 

He’d really messed up. 

You’re halfway to your apartment, tears long having spilt over and onto your cheeks, when a car pulled up beside you. 

“Y/n?”

You wiped your face on your sleeve, embarrassed, as you turned to face your friend. 

Denki has the passenger side window rolled down, concern written all over his face. 

He sighs, “C’mon. Let’s get you some lunch, and then I’m going to kick Bakugou’s ass.” 

Despite yourself, you let out a weak laugh, climbing into the car. “You’re gonna fight Bakugou? C’mon, Denks, you flinch every time he yells at you.”

“Hey, this isn’t about me! Jeez.” He reaches over, wiping a tear from your cheek. “What happened, y/n?”

Your frown returns, and you shrug your shoulders.

Denki leans back to his seat, driving towards your favorite fast food place. The car is quiet, radio turned so low you can just barely make out one of Jirou’s playlists. 

“Do you want me to take you to Mina’s, or something? I mean, is this like... a girl talk thing?” Denki asks awkwardly, peaking at you from the corner of his eye.

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. I have to go back to work in a couple hours, anyway.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You smile, small but grateful, before shaking your head again. “Bakugou was your friend first, Denki, I don’t wanna make it weird or anything. You don’t have to choose sides. It’s not a big deal, anyway...”

“Yeah, sure, but you were my friend before you and Bakugou started dating, too. Remember? And I care about why you’re upset. Plus, me and Sero told Bakugou if he ever hurt you, we’d have to hurt him, so...”

“Denki!” You smack his arm, playfully.

“What?!” He grins, “Three musketeers, baby, we have a pact! We gotta protect our own!”

You burst into laughter at the memory of you, Denki, and Sero dubbing yourselves the ‘three musketeers’ one night when you’d all gotten a little too high. 

After the two of you calm down again, you turn to him with a sigh. “Denki... do you think I’m too friendly to Shinsou?”

“Shinsou? The cute guy you work with?” Denki grins as you reach over to pinch him, “So that’s what you guys fought about? He thinks you like Shinsou?”

“I guess.”

“Well, I hate to be mushy-”

“You’re always mushy!”

“-but if Bakugou thinks you like anyone but him, he’s crazy. You guys are practically attached at the hip, it’s actually really gross.”

Denki was the perfect friend to distract you from your fight with Bakugou, and had you laughing till your stomach cramped. He also, surprisingly, gave you great advice. It wasn’t until he started driving in the direction of Bakugou’s apartment, and the opposite direction of your job, that you got suspicious.

“Denki? I have to be at work, in like, ten minutes.”

“Yeah, about that... Bakugou kind of called you out.” He flinched at the flash of anger in your eyes, “Don’t be mad! At least, not at me. Look, he called Kirishima for advice, or whatever, and he feels really bad so he wants to make it up to you, or something, I guess.”

“Oh.” You were still upset with him, so you hated to admit how sweet that actually was, especially for Bakugou. “He... called you too?”

Denki nods sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. He knew I didn’t have anything going on today, so he asked me to check up on ya.”

It was impossible to stop your little smile at that, no matter how hard you tried. 

“Thank you. For checking up on me, I mean.” You told Denki, genuinely, “I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know! I’m the man!” He laughed, “Seriously, though, what are best friends for? I got you, y/n. Always. And if you need me to, I’ll come back and kick Bakugou’s ass. I’m absolutely positive I can get at least one hit in, if I have the element of surprise on my side!”

“Alright, you dork, I’m getting out of the car before you start crying.” You tease.

Denki places a hand over his heart, wiping a fake tear. 

You roll your eyes at your goofy friend, telling him you’ll see him later. He wishes you luck before driving off, and you’re forced to muster up the courage to face Bakugou again.

You can smell the food before you even get inside the apartment, and it’s unmistakably your favorite meal, but you expected as much. Bakugou always apologizes with food. What you didn’t expect, however, was the timid look on Bakugou’s face as you walked into the kitchen. 

It was you who broke the silence first.

“Smells good in here.” You comment, rocking back on your feet. 

He nods, eyes downcast. “Your favorite. It’s ready now, if you’re hungry. I mean, if you’re not, that’s...fine, I can, uh, warm it up for you later, or whatever.”

He’s rambling, and you can tell how bad he feels as soon as he mentions saving the food. Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t do leftovers.

“Katsuki.” 

His eyes flash up to yours, slightly panicked, and your heart aches.

“You know I’m not gonna leave you, right? Not for Shinsou, or anyone.”

He tries to play it off, but you can see the relief flash across his face. “I know that.” He says, stiffly, before lowering his voice. “I know. And I’m sorry I was an ass.”

“Mhm. You should probably apologize to Shinsou, too.”

Bakugou’s nose scrunches up in distaste, and he scowls. “What the hell for?”

“Because! Kats, you were rude to him.” 

Bakugou gives you an exasperated look, “Baby, I’m always rude to him.”

Despite how serious you were about apologizing, you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You’re hopeless, Kats. What am I gonna do with you?”

He walks forward to wrap his arms around you, smirking. “I can think of plenty of things you can do to me...”

You smack his chest, blushing. “Stop it! I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

“You know you can’t stay mad at me.” His tone is smug, but when he leans down to kiss you softly, it says everything you need to know. 

“Yeah, I know.” You whisper back, sighing. “It’s only cause you know my weakness.”

He raises a brow in question, giving you an odd look.

You grin up at him, “You always apologize with food.”

Bakugou scoffs, rolling his eyes at you. “C’mon dumbass, you better eat before it gets cold.” He says, starting to make you a bowl, “You know I hate leftovers.”