#kirishma

but then, there was something that sparked in you. your boyfriend watching you get fucked suddenly sounded so hot. it kept you up at night, knowing his eyes would be locked on the way you unwind, sounded like a porno.

when you agreed to it, you agreed on one condition. "i want you to join." now this, this was now a mix of his fantasy and yours.

today just happened to be the perfect day. it was halloween, the one time of the year where anyone can be anyone. mina wanted to throw a huge halloween party, which you couldn't say no to. it was perfect really, you were dressed as a maid, while kirishima and bakugo were your masters.

everyone thought it was way too kinky of you. but you all played it off claiming it last minute.

once the drinks started flowing, you wanted both of them more than ever.

so now, here you were, your head bobbing up and down, choking on bakugo's cock, while eyeing kirishima fist his own. just the view alone could make you cum. it was so fucking hot, watching your boyfriend fist his cock because of you.

"you didn't tell me she was this good at -fuck, head." your eyes fluttered back at the blonde who's smirk said it all. he was going to fucking ruin you. you hear kirishima chuckle, "hm, she's the best i'd ever had." you then feel bakugo's fingers make a make shift ponytail, then forcing the tip of your nose to touch his abdomen.

"jesus fuck." he groan. "just like that."

you were their’s tonight, no questions asked. this was his fantasy, and you just happened to be a part of it.

the next thing you knew it, his cum shot in the back of your throat, "good girl." his praises shot right to your core. before you could swallow, you felt bakugo calloused fingers grip your cheek, "open up, baby." your cum glistened lips opened, gaining a smile from both. his hand left your cheek, then swallowing, "did i do a good job, daddy?" looking over at your boyfriend, gaining a small smile, "'course you did baby." you watched bakugo stand up, then walking to the other side of the room.

"be a good girl and get on all fours for daddy, kay?" you nodded submissively, doing exactly what your boyfriend said. your ass was facing bakugo, while your face was met with your boyfriends cock. oh fuck.

you then felt bakugo's hands knead your ass, spreading your ass cheeks apart, then feeling a spray of warmth. "fuck me." you mumbled, arching your back, "have you ever done anal?" the moan that left your lips was embarrassing. "i wanna ruin this virgin ass." you looked back at bakugo, then up at your boyfriend. you watched kirishima back up, when you're face glowed up, "w-why not both?"

their expressions were as if you were a child taking your first steps. you wanted them both? they would have never expected this. you wanted to feel them both inside of you. it sound perfect, bakugou would be taking your virgin ass, while your boyfriend would be taking you the way he dreams about.

"what was that?" bakugo's hands left your ass, letting you sit up between them both, "i-i..i want you both, sir." you repeated, while looking at bakugo, who was still wearing his costume. his tie was loosen, and a couple buttons were undone. kirishima on the other hand, his tie was long gone, and his shirt was fully unbuttoned. it was definitely a sight worth living for.

your hands flattened your maid outfit, playing with the hems. "i want you to fuck my ass." you murmured. bakugo wanted to hear you say it. suddenly, you felt a soft slap cross your face. it didn't hurt, it felt good, even though it really shouldn't have. but you wet, begging cunt says otherwise. "what a fucking slut." bakugo growled, then lifting you, placing your ass right on his hard cock.

his hands gripped your hips, forcing you to softly grind on his cock, "see what you did to me, princess?" you nod in the midst of a moan, then feeling the tip slide in between your folds. the tip of his cock pressed against you, increasing the pressure ever-so lightly, when you finally felt him in you, it hurt; burned perhaps, but it felt good. and, it felt wrong, but god, you could care less. this feeling was unforgettable. inch by inch, his cock slid inside of you, "relax, doll." bakugou whispered in the crook of your neck.

you took a deep breath, "good girl." your crimson haired boyfriend praised, "taking him so well." you then watched him sit next to you, then pumping his cock, "y-you. i want you." you whined to him. bakugou then slipped you off his cock. you groaned, missing the foreign feeling.

kirishima then gestured you over, "c'mere, baby." his soft, innocent words warmed you up. you straddled his lap, you slowly sank down on his cock, feeling every inch on your velvet walls get filled by kirishima's cock. you watched him lay down, then feeling bakugou push you down into your boyfriend's chest, gaining a pleasurable moan from being pushed, and from your boyfriend's cock gliding against your g-spot.

bakugou spread your cheeks again, doing the same exact thing. the tip of his cock pressed against you, then he was in you again. this time it was a mess. both kirishima and bakugou were a groan, "so fucking tight." the blonde growled in the midst of thrusting. your boyfriend's hands gripping your hips, hard, forcing you to bounce on his cock.

it felt like you were in a porno. the noises that were leaving your mouth were lewd, every thrust came a moan, and every moan that left your mouth gained a soft face slap from your boyfriend. and you loved every single bit of it. you felt bakugou tie your arms behind your back, with his tie, while he pounded in that sweet virgin ass of yours. bakugou is an ass man, and you've known that since the day you caught him staring at your ass. well now, he's living his own dream.

bakugou's thrusts were rough; animalistic, never ending pleasure. you felt one of bakugou's hands leave your forearm, then trailing up to your hair, his finger wrapping around a chunk, giving it a good tug. "shit!" you moaned out, unexpectedly.

your moans were something else, and if bakugou had the chance, he would listen to them all day.

kirishima's hands were multitasking. at first, his hands travel to the top of your dress, immediately ripping your costume. now it definitely felt like a cliche porno. you were having a threesome with your boyfriend and his best friend.

your boyfriend's hands squeezed and pulled your breasts, giving your hard nipple a tug, "oh fuck, daddy!" you squealed while bouncing on his cock. bakugou's lips were having their own adventure. his was leaving hickies on hickies, on hickies.

you could feel your stomach began to tighten, "i-i..i need to cum, please." you begged, gaining a devious laugh from the two men. "beg." your boyfriend's persona changed. he wanted you to beg to come.

"pleasepleasepleaseplease let me come, daddy." the feeling of both them filling up your holes, oh-so beautifully was unimaginable. you were sure that if someone were to walk in they wouldn't believe the sight. but you couldn't help it, after your boyfriend mentioned his fantasy, it became yours too.

you were forced out of your reality when you felt your boyfriend pinch your clit, then feeling bakugou's teeth sink into your collarbone. "what 'bout me, princess? did ya forget -fuck- bout me?" you shook your head, "good, now fucking beg,"

it was hard to function words, your boyfriend's fingers were playing with your clit while his best friend's hands were pinching your nipples, making you go stupid. "look a-at that, kiri. we fucked her dumb." and they did. and it felt so fucking good.

you then felt the blonde's hand swipe across your face, "beg. now." you sobbed out a plea, "please let me cum sir! i-i've been so-so good for you!" that's all he needed. "cum. cum for us, princess." he words send you over. your thighs squeeze around your boyfriend's waist, feeling them start to tremble, "fuck, she's creaming around my cock, kats."

bakugou's head rest over your shoulder, watching your cream. "fuck, that's hot." you then felt your boyfriend's cum paint your walls white. "i'm gonna cum in this sweet ass, 'kay?" you nodded desperately, "please cum in me, sir!" he chuckled as he came. as he slowly pulled out, you slowly stopped bouncing on kirishima's cock.

kirishima then lifted you off his cock, gently placing you next to him. "you did so good for us, baby." the red head kissed your temple, then watching bakugou spread your legs, "jesus fucking christ." the sight was everything. cum was spewing out of both of your holes, while your thighs were still shaking from the slight overstimulation. bakugou and kirishima looked at each other, then back at you.

"again."

y/n was used to picking and their skin, irritated at the girls fawning over bakugou. they were always on the sidelines, watching from afar, jealousy warping their heart. could these stupid girls not see that bakugou didn’t even care for their attention? 

this time it was setsuna tokage who was begging for his eyes on her. y/n assumed it started in their first year when they’d been put against one another when the classes still had a clashing rivalry. (they still did, much more tame now, however.) 

she leaned forwards, tugging on his short sleeve. bakugou’s uniform jacket was slung over one shoulder. he’d lost a lot of his angry demeanor from when he was younger, however it was easy to tell when he was pissed. it was inevitable he wasn’t going to lose his temper entirely. 

it was easy to ignore the girls—most of the time, at least. what was ticking y/n off the most was the fact that bakugou didn’t seem pissed at all. his face was neutral, almost like the perfect mirror of todoroki on a daily basis. his eyes were not fired up in his usual ‘get the hell off of me’ manner. he was relaxed. 

it didn’t seem like he reciprocated tokage’s feelings, however he wasn’t doing anything to get her off him and it was pissing y/n off to no end. 

her sensuous lips were pushed into a slight pucker as she spoke, arching her back in a manner that made it appear much more provocative than she probably intended. 

bakugou stood there, eyes flicking from her grasp on his sleeve and back up to her eyes. he didn’t say anything, didn’t move, only kept looking her up and down. not in a romantic way, of course. right? 

y/n scoffed at themselves. they swallowed the lump in their throat, shoving down the pinging envy in their chest with it. why wasn’t he reacting? 

heat rushed to y/n’s cheeks. why do i care? 

tokage was nearing his face. she didn’t have any intent to press her lips to his, which y/n was more than glad for. 

y/n had come to the conclusion they had feelings for the explosive boy weeks ago. perhaps they always had, but now that they were fully conscious of them... gosh, it was frustrating. 

“you’re staring again.” 

y/n turned to see kirishima, the only other person who knew about their feelings for bakugou. he’d lost the twinkle in his eyes after first year. he’d picked up a dominating sneer and a withering glare reserved for anyone who desired to cross his friends. everyone at UA had after what went down. it was a shock most of them survived anything. 

“so?” y/n snapped, shoving their hands away and kicking a pebble before them. kirishima and y/n continued their walk through the courtyard. 

“so it makes you look creepy.” 

“no, it doesn’t. he didn’t even notice me.” 

kirishima snapped his fingers. “partially my point here. that’s bakugou katsuki, you really think he’s going to notice you?” 

“excuse me?” 

kirishima pursed his lips, twiddling his thumbs. “i didn’t mean it like that, y/n. it’s just...well, he has so much to work for.” 

y/n raised a brow, questioning his nervous antics. 

he continued. “bakugou works hard. probably the hardest worker in UA aside from midoriya. and it’s bakugou. he doesn’t really see a point in relationships. you know that.” 

“it’s not like i’m looking for anything with him, though. gosh, kirishima, you’re acting like this is some school girl crush.” 

he tilted his head, giving y/n a look that screamed, are you really sure it’s not though? 

y/n huffed out a breath, crossing their arms. they’d already vomited up their feelings, why all of a sudden call it a crush? sure, it was a tiny crush that was no larger than the brain of a dinosaur. 

“i can swear that it isn’t, kirishima. you’re looking too deep into things,” y/n defended once again. 

the red-head held his hands up in surrender, sucking his lips in to avoid another snarky comment slipping out. 

the two looked up at the towering building that had been home to them for the past three years: Heights Alliance. 

during their second year, the teachers had settled with having the dorms set up in a way that allowed the students’ rooms to be set up in a gender-neutral fashion. they’d been able to select new dorms beside whomever they wished. rooming next to kirishima was a blast, but the only person bakugou wanted to room next to was him. 

mina had moved in next to you, and kaminari to her right, and sero right across from y/n. 

y/n had no issue being squished between a group notorious for their goofiness and ability to never take anything seriously, however (especially on weekends) they were exceptionally loud to the point they were sure China could hear the blaring music. 

friday was finally going to be over in a few hours. y/n felt a giddiness well up inside them, anticipating the weekend. it’d been a rough few days, for everyone, not just them. 

class 1A had been bombarded with assignments and pop quizzes. y/n was lucky they finished it all in class. some of the homework was finished when they’d sacrificed their precious free time to get it done, but in the end, it was worth it all. 

y/n let their bag sag down their arms as they entered Heights Alliance. 

- 

bakugou had just been asked out on a date. for the third time. first time, he’d denied. second time, he had to shove tokage off him. third time, he’d calmly accepted her offer, and she’d skipped away with more than a smile. 

she’d squeezed his bicep, gave him a wink and an unnecessary peck on the cheek that bakugou had wiped off the moment she turned her back. he was now in his bathroom and, despite her not wearing any lipstick, he was scrubbing his cheek raw so that the skin was a blotchy red. 

the date was tonight, and he found himself wanting to go, and questioning why he accepted in the first place. 

bakugou forgot about tokage the second he won that match his first year and tossed her in the cage. he only noticed her when she and her group of friends giggled and passed by. (it was mostly her chortling, but whatever.) 

he continued rubbing his cheek aggressively with a scratchy towel. he was repulsed by how he had stood there without bothering to snap at her to leave him alone for the third time. 

instead, bakugou’s mind had buffered, and if he was in a video game, he had surely glitched. he should probably just tell tokage he didn’t want to go anymore. in fact, he never wanted to go in the first place and wants to jump out his window and escape. 

it was almost comedic. the thought of him going out on a date? goodness, he wanted to throw up. 

as he continued scrubbing the cloth along his cheek, bakugou found himself more than grateful for how much his quirk made him sweat. if it wasn’t for the nitroglycerin-like substance he produced, his skin would be scratched and dried up. 

a knock sounded at his door. silence came, until the knock found its way to his ears. a set of three knocks, then five, then it was a needy banging. 

whoever was on the other side heard his audible groan and shuffling feet dragging across the floor, because they knocked a lot harder. 

he swung the door open, hinges crying out. 

bakugou’s upper lip curled in disgust. tokage twirled her hair around a finger, eyelashes sticking together with mascara. “katsuki,’ she greeted. 

his eyes narrowed on her. “don’t call me that.” 

“what should I be calling you, then? baby? or honey?” 

oh yes, bakugou wanted to vomit. what even was her name again? whatever, it didn’t matter. “lizard teeth, listen. i-” 

“lizard teeth? why would you address me like that?” 

“because i don’t know your damn name, alright? i don’t-” 

“tokage. need me to spell it out for you?” 

“no. shut up. i need to-” 

“you should remember it, because i was one of the few who got in through recommendations, remember?” 

“and yet here you are in class 1B. can you shut the hell up now?” 

“well, you’re just being shitty.” 

“why are you here, tokage.” more of a demand than a question, as bakugou’s questions always came across if he ever bothered to ask them. 

“because, for our date tonight, I need to pick up some things and I really hope you’re up for coming with me.” 

“no.” 

“please?” 

“no. stop pushing. and I don’t want to-” 

“come on, grouchy.” tokage activated her quirk, one scale slipping into his dorm and pushing him towards her. she gripped the collar of his shirt and grinned. “come with me for a short bit, and I’ll count that as our date, m’kay?” 

bakugou opened his mouth once more to protest, but tokage silenced him by pressing one slender finger to his lips. 

“I’m fully aware you don’t want to go on this date with me.” 

he relaxed, shoulders slumping. if bakugou was younger, if he was even just a little bit more stubborn as he had been before, perhaps he’d be out of this mess already, or never in it in the first place. 

tokage let her hand fall back to her side—both of them. the scale returned to her lower calf; the jet-black leggings she wore now had a perfect hole in them.

“do you think i’m dense, bakugou?” 

“then why ask me out?” bakugou felt himself leaning back. 

“because if i can get under the skin of that stupid little...what do you like to call them? stupid little extras? yeah, that stupid extra who can’t stop fluttering googly-eyes at you every minute, then i’ll be perfectly content.” 

“who the hell are you talking about?” 

“alright, so you are oblivious.” tokage took a step back and crossed her arms. “are you both unaware of how you’ve both been pining for each other’s attention? y/n, that classmate of yours.” 

“...y/n?” 

“do you know their name or do i have to describe in excruciating detail what they look like?” 

“no, no i know who you’re talking about. but you’ve got to be shitting me, alright? there’s nothing there.” 

“i’m from 1B, and if there’s something going on in 1A, monoma is going to tell us.” 

“shithead, get out of my face.” 

“you still have to go out with me.” 

“why the f-” 

“because, bakugou. if you don’t, i’ll be sure to make sure y/n knows about your feelings, whether they’re real or not.” 

“why would they care? more importantly, why would you care?” 

- 

y/n kicked their feet up and down, a lollipop in their left hand, phone in their other. kirishima was in his bathroom while y/n was playing a game on their phone. they’d stashed away a bunch of candy back in their dorm and had snatched a handful for the two of them to share while hanging out in kirishima’s. 

he was currently combing a hand through his hair, and then proceeded to rummage through his cabinets. 

kirishima emerged with his lips puckered. “want to come to the  drug mart with me?” he stuck a thumb to his door. 

“what for?” y/n didn’t take a glance away from their phone. 

“this.” he chuckled softly. when y/n looked up, kirishima had two fingers parting his hair. the roots were a jet black, just growing long enough to become the slightest bit visible. 

“you’re going to fry your hair.” they were already shoving their phone away and tossing their sucker into the trash bin. 

“it’s a monthly tradition to do this, y/n. it would be fried by now if i was bad at it,” he joked, tapping his roots once more. 

y/n laughed alongside him as they exited the room. 

-

it was late, and the lights made everything feel like it was set in a world of backrooms. when the rest of the world is sleeping, it is more than quiet, and nothing feels real―possibly in the best ways. 

kirishima scratched at his chin, staring intensely at the hair-dye boxes lined neatly on the shelf before them. 

y/n tapped their foot, not out of impatience, but because of the creep staring at them through the aisle. yes, through. 

between the boxes of hair dye and scattered makeup products, the beady eyes of setsuna tokage could be seen. she smirked when she tugged her hostage closer. 

bakugou’s height had shot up to around six feet in the past two years, so all that was visible was his chest and the black sweatshirt loosely hanging off it, however his grumbling and stream of colorful language was unmistakable. it was him. 

“you okay?” 

y/n’s head snapped to their friend. “what?” 

“you seem on edge. is something wrong?” 

“nothing. nothing is wrong.” 

“you sure? if you need to talk, i’m here.” 

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay. don’t worry.” 

“alright.” kirishima held up a box, wiggling it in one hand. “got it.” he gave y/n a toothy grin. 

“good.” y/n snatched his arm up and dragged him along. 

“woah,” kirishima released a breathy chuckle, tugging his arm back. “what’s got you in a hurry?” 

“nothing,” y/n said, shrugging. “just wanna get home.” 

gosh, kirishima knew them too well. his eyes squinted just a bit, and there was that playful grin lingering on his lips, just ghosting over his face, barely visible to anyone who didn’t know him. instead of pointing out the obvious, which was standing just a few aisles behind, kirishima decided to play around. “goodness, honey, the kids are going to be fine back home.” 

heat raced to y/n’s face. “what?” 

kirishima winked. “it’s nice that you care about them, but care about me a little, would’ya? i miss you, too,” he said a tad louder. 

this caught bakugou’s attention. his eyes clashed with y/n’s, and he didn’t look away until y/n did. even a few seconds after, y/n still felt the blaring heat of his gaze upon them.

kirishima slung an arm around his friend, enjoying their flustered image. of course, he would never even think about pushing boundaries. the thought never crossed his mind, but he knew they’d let him know if they were uncomfortable. 

when y/n looked back as kirishima led them away, bakugou’s jaw was clenched, and his eyes were alight with jealousy. 

of course, y/n didn’t notice the emotion flaring. 

tokage smirked, clutching his loose sleeve. 

y/n looked back to their friend, and kirishima flashed them another knowing smile. bakugou was getting antsy with his best friends’ hands all over y/n. well, not all over, but a tap on the shoulder was enough. 

despite the way kirishima’s face dropped, y/n swiped his arm away and wandered over to tokage a bit more angrily than intended. they glanced up to bakugou, who was reaching up to retrieve something for tokage. 

“what brings you guys here? didn’t expect to see you.” inside, y/n was screaming. gosh, their heart was angry. 

“just running errands together.” 

bakugou? going for errands? with tokage? 

“cool, cool,” y/n said, nodding. “i was doing the same with kirishima.” they paused, awkward silence filling the space. 

impatient as ever, bakugou tossed the item into tokage’s basket and clicked his tongue. 

y/n didn’t know why. why were they being so stubborn? despite their protesting thoughts and their entire body screaming to hold back, y/n wrapped their fingers around bakugou’s wrist. 

“actually, bakugou, i have something to ask you. i need your opinion on it. you’re smart, right?” y/n’s voice lifted at the end. although they couldn’t see the, what the hell are you doing face kirishima was making behind them as subtly as possible, they could definitely feel the glare burning into their back. 

“tch, of course i’m smart, shithead.” 

“good.” 

“we’re actually kind of in a rush,” tokage spat out, snappier than usual. 

“do you think i fight okay? i need someone  with a perspective like yours to know if i do.” 

“what kind of question is that, dumbass? i don’t care if you can fight well or not, just so long as i can beat the shit outta ya.” 

tokage let out a low growl. 

y/n smirked, hand still around bakugou’s wrist. “i’d like to know if i can beat you, then, so you can tell me if i’m good or not.” 

ohgoshohgoshohgosh where was this coming from? 

bakugou squinted. he leaned in closer, like he didn’t hear them. “speak up.” 

y/n knew he heard them correctly, but he got awfully close. 

feeling a little sneaky themselves, y/n ghosted their fingers over his strong jaw, tilting his head closer so they could speak clearly into his ear. “let’s train together,” y/n said, staring tokage dead in the eyes. 

it was a stupid rivalry, really. they’d both been accepted through recommendations. they’d been friends all throughout middle school, and yet when y/n made it into 1A, tokage felt it a necessity to excel at everything and rub it in their face. no way was y/n letting them get away with this. 

“i want to see how strong i am.” y/n let their voice drop just a bit. “you’re strong, right?” 

“are you taunting me?” bakugou said, voice nearly a whisper. he still hadn’t moved from leaning down and hadn’t bothered to move y/n’s fingertips from his jaw. 

“absolutely not.” y/n sent a small grin in the direction of their rival. “let’s just see who can beat who. we’ve never been against one another like this.” 

tokage huffed, tugging bakugou back. his eyes were softened when they met y/n’s, and there was simmering, small grin on his face. 

tokage, however, looked less intrigued. “he’s not your boyfriend.”