bakugou and kirishima giving jirou hand to hand combat lessons so she doesn’t rely blindly on her quirk.

it’s something everyone should know, bakugou had sneered after he watched hagakure pin her in just five seconds, and kirishima agreed.

but jirou’s grumpy and distracted.

she’s not... bad at fighting, she thinks.

one time in middle school she had knocked a guy out cold for groping her friend at the gym, and she can block a half decent punch.

but watching kirishima and bakugou go at it in front of her eyes was an awakening in multiple ways.

not only did she realize, wow, her combat skills are that of an angry toddler, but there was something a little hot about their chemistry and how they always turn back to her.

wrapped hands reaching out, bare chests glistening with sweat, it makes her paranoid of her gym shorts.

could they see that just sitting and watching them “teach” her was making her wet?

was it obvious that the reason her movements are sluggish, weak, and not properly positioned was because their calloused hands on her bare skin is making her dizzy?

it’s heaven. but it’s hell.

even if bakugou’s loud rampages make her cringe away, there’s something... attractive in the way he furrows his eyebrows and focuses on what he’s doing.

there’s something hot that pools in her stomach when he closes his mouth and analyzes her every move with wandering eyes.

and kirishima’s a little too hands on considering they weren’t the closest of friends, but luckily for him, she doesn’t exactly mind anymore.

in fact, sometimes she purposely messes up her position just so he turn her hips properly and fixes the angles of her arms.

but she’s serious about learning, and genuinely tries to advance her knowledge and skill.

being a hero means being flexible, and if everyone in 2-A was getting out of their comfort zones, then so should she. even if it hurts, and even if it leaves her hot and bothered after.

besides, she just takes care of it the second she gets to her room.

chipped black nails peel down her damp gym shorts just enough for her hand to find her soaked middle, and her earphone jacks tear her sports bra down to expose her tits.

she smells a little like them too.

her tank top reeks slightly of their cologne from rubbing against her after their combat sessions.

that, with the phantom ghost of their skin against hers and their fingers digging into skin, has her cumming on her fingers faster than ever before.

she entertains they thought that they’d want her, even if mina has the biggest ass of all the girls and yaoyorozu the biggest tits. that they would want to take turns pleasuring her just as eagerly as they decided to let her in on their sparring sessions.

it’s nice.

but it’s hard to look them in the eye the next day when bakugou has her pinned to the floor, or when kirishima offers her a hand to help her stand up.

and what’s harder than that is ignoring their eyes after she sits down on the bench, legs spread wide as she always does.

“fuck...” she panted, twisting the cap from her bottle and downing half in one go. “you-you really know how to work a girl.”

everything aches.

she was slammed into matts and thrown to the floor since bakugou doesn’t believe in going easy on people, and her hands are throbbing.

even without his quirk and with padding on her knuckles, punching kirishima was like punching rock.

and despite it all, she can feel her blood pumping as she remembers their weight on top of her. of their breath fanning her skin and hands pinning her down.

“you did g-good.” kirishima praised, and she tilted her head back while fanning her heated skin.

bakugou scoffed. “about damn time you start getting half decent at this shit.”

it’s difficult not to feel their gaze on her, but she has no idea why she’s currently being watched.

“you goin’ to your room?”

she looked over to them, rolling her head on to her shoulder as she shook her head.

“‘m gonna shower.” she told them. “then eat. maybe after go study.”

kirishima folded his arms behind his head, and she snuck a quick glance herself as his eyes closed.

a split second is all it takes for her to see the tent in his red shorts, and she can feel a bolt of static run through her veins.

quickly, she squeezed her thighs shut, having accidentally forgotten that these were thin shorts, and she was already really worked up.

“have fun showering.”

there’s an edge in bakugou’s voice, a little glint in his eyes, and she nodded quickly before he turned his back to her.

“y-yeah, thanks... i guess.” she returned, unsure what to say to something like that.

does anyone ever have fun showering?

it’s strange thoughts, water, singing into shaving razors, knocking over her entire row of soap bottles, and hitting her elbows on the tiled walls of the stalls.

or, that’s how it usually is, anyways.

but right now, she has the detachable showerhead between her thighs.

with her earphone jacks holding it in place, that allows one hand to cup her chest and the other to be knuckle deep inside of her soaking wet cunt.

and she can be as loud as she wants because the showers are far away from the living room and kitchen for extra privacy.

it’s not like the girls will come in either. who’s going to come in when half of them shower before class and the other right before bed?

so she doesn’t have to hold back her voice when she moans, and doesn’t feel bad when it echoes over the sound of water rushing to her clit.

“b... bakugou...” she tested his name on her tongue.

a shudder wracked up her spine as she recalled the sweat dripping down his forehead and the rose on his cheeks that built the longer they all trained together.

she likes to think that she puts that blush there, not the heat.

her thighs tense, back arching off the shower wall as the coil in her stomach tights.

“kiri-kirishima—”

it’s so wrong to be thinking about two people at once, and she knows that, but it’s impossible not to when they come as a sort of package deal.

they’re always together.

when she thinks of one, immediately the other is flashing in the back of her head. and honestly, she can’t think of a time when they weren’t with one another since the first day of first year.

it’s chaos, but she has stopped thinking about the technicalities of it all.

if she had morals, and if she cared for rules, she wouldn’t be three fingers deep inside of her pussy while moaning their names, wishing it were them making her cum.

there’s something about them that screams they know how to pleasure someone, though she’s not sure what it is.

and just when she’s about to cum, the main door is shutting, locking, making her rip the shower head away from her body like whoever it is could see her.

“h-hello?” she panted, listening to the footsteps.

they’re heavy, and she can tell there’s two other people here with her.

it’s one thing to come inside, and another entirely to lock them all in here.

“u-uraraka? yaomomo?” she asked, and her stall door was pushed gently. “i-i’m in this one.”

“hey, princess.”

she jumped, nearly slipping on the wet floors while attempting to catch her breath.

“f-fucking...” she held her chest as her eyes widened. “bakugou? h-how-what-i... this is the girls’ bath—”

“shh! we know!”

“kirishima?” she yelled, covering herself despite the door still being shut. “what are you doing in here? are you crazy? the boys’ bath on the other side—”

“here’s the deal,” bakugou told her, “shitty hair and i were talking. now, you don’t think i’m blind, do you?”

she swallowed thickly. “d-depends. are we talking about obliviousness, heroics, or academics?”

“ha. ha.” he said. “don’t get on my bad side right now, earlobes.”

“so we uh, may or may not have been wondering if you want to... i don’t know...” kirishima trailed off. “i-i get if it’s not your thing. it’s kind of a lot, but you’re manly—not like a man! but like, you’re strong and you look like you’re the kinda girl who knows what she—"

she laughed lightly at his nervous ramble, her gaze focused on the stall door where they were probably hoping for her to open up.

it’s not hard to think about why they’re here standing outside her stall in the girls’ bathroom with the main door locked. just... hard to believe.

did bakugou notice that she liked them? or that she liked to stare and do whatever she could to be pressed against them?

despite her teasing, she knows that he’s not blind. he’s very observant with a good sense of judgement.

it’s actually annoying just how perceptive he can be.

and if the reasonings were anything different from what she expects, they would have just came to her room later on or waited for her to get out of the shower.

“did you figure it out yet? you’re not that dumb, are you?” bakugou asked her, and she hesitantly reached for the lock.

“but we’re not here to pressure you!” kirishima insisted. “just say so and we’ll leave! we can forget this ever happened and i’ll just go in my room and j—”

he cuts himself off when the metal slides, the heavy wooden door slowly inching open.

“you sure?” bakugou warned.

she watched his fingers curl around the door, carefully pulling it back.

kirishima sucked in a deep breath. “you can tell us to leave. it would kinda suck because we really, really want to see you and touch you... but we’d get it if—”

“yeah,“ she breathed out, “open the door.”

when the door swings back, she instantly uses her hands and earphones jacks to cover her body, heat bubbling and burning on her cheeks.

it’s kind of a reflex to hide her intimate parts since she’s not used to being seeing her like this, let alone two of her classmates.

“you’re really hot.” kirishima blurted out as his eyes raked up and down her bare skin, taking in every inch that was dripping water.

she doesn’t get much of people calling her things that, especially not from people who are as handsome as he is.

she also doesn’t get many opportunities to verbally compliment other people.

“y-you too.”

they’re naked, and still standing outside of the small showering space as if they’re waiting for a written invitation to come inside.

her eyes focus in on the parts she’s never seen.

everyone knows kirishima has an amazing upper body and bakugou’s no different, but seeing their bare hips and thick thighs were something different entirely.

and seeing their hard, leaking cocks was a step even beyond that.

honestly, she has never seen a real one before.

though there’s a ’realistic’ silicone toy hidden underneath her bed and dirty tabs open on private viewing browsers on her phone, it doesn’t compare to seeing one in real life.

no, not just one, but two.

there’s two, at once, in front of her.

“any reason you keep staring?”

she snapped out of her daze before shaking her head at kirishima, one earphone jack motioning them to come in while the other covers her hardened nipples.

he walks in first, and bakugou follows before shutting the stall door, locking three of them inside the tight space.

“loosen up.” bakugou told her, grabbing the shower head and switching the stream.

kirishima smiled reassuringly. “it’s alright. we won’t do anything you don’t want.”

oh. oh wow.

they’re even more attractive when water is dripping down their bangs and rolling off their skin.

bakugou’s rough finger tips scratched down her skin, his large hand cupping the soaked knuckles that were hiding her pussy from view.

“let us see you.” he told her and she parted her thighs, allowing him to lift her hand above her head. “that’s it. chest too, baby.”

their eyes were glued to her tits as her earphone jack lifted, watching was water rolled down the soft, supple skin.

“ah, jirou, what’s this?” kirishima teased, his hand sliding up her waist. “they’re so hard already.”

two fingers pinched her nipple, and she chewed on her lip.

“naughty naughty.” bakugou scolded as he placed the shower head back in its spot. “you have something you wanna tell us, pretty girl?”

she tilted her head into the wall, a gasp tearing from her lips as both of her nipples were played with.

“i-i want... you.” she confessed.

the two boys shared a look with one another, and she looked down.

“it’s it’s kinda w-weird that i only think about the two of you. it’s dirty.” she told them as her thighs clenched shut again. “i’m dirty.”

“guess we’ll just have to clean you ourselves then.” bakugou decided.

“w-wh-ah—"

their mouths attached to her chest, and she wrapped one arm around bakugou’s neck for stability.

“k-kirishima...” she moaned quietly, feeling a spark twist in her stomach when his sharp teeth dragging against her skin.

the gentle threat made her cunt throb.

“don’t be ashamed now.” he mused. “if it feels this good, doesn’t matter what you think anyone else would say.”

“bakugou!” her voice raised when he actually bit down on her nipple, a sharp sting running up her veins.

“can i touch you here?” kirishima asked.

his hand rubbed against the lips of her pussy, one finger gently pushing between the folds teasingly as he waited his answer.

she nodded quickly. “p-please. yes please. everywhere. touch me everywhere.”

bakugou’s lips trailed up her neck, and she could feel her knees go weak.

“open up for him.” he told her, pushing her legs apart as kirishima’s finger tips teased her cunt. “nice and wide, baby. let us see all of you. we want it all.”

his lips pressed against her ear, the small space between her lobe and the start of her earphone jack.

“w-wait—”

“oh? is that sensitive?” bakugou whispered as two of kirishima’s fingers slowly sunk knuckle deep into her sopping wet hole.

“sh-shit, jirou,” kirishima hissed, “you’re already so tight around my fingers. you’ll feel so good wrapped around my cock, i know it.”

her leg was lifted up, revealing more of her body to them as kirishima’s rough fingers rubbed against spots she never even knew existed.

compared to his hands, her’s were practically miniature.

hell, compared to them both, everything about them was large compared to her.

if she’s honest, their chests are probably bigger than hers too, not that they seemed to care about that.

bakugou’s teeth grazed her neck, and she moaned as hot water rolled down her skin, only adding to the heat flooding her stomach.

“you idiot... i’m fucking her first.”

her eyes widened, hips buckling into kirishima’s palm with his lips carefully peppered kisses along her collarbone before meeting the opposite end of het neck.

“as if i’d let that happen.” he argued with the other. “i’m all for chivalry, but right now, i’m feeling selfish.”

a twitch of her fingers inside of blond hair had bakugou biting into her neck, and a cry was torn from her lips.

“bakugou!”

“how about we let her decide?” kirishima whispered into her ear as she arched her back off of the shower wall.

“who gets to fuck you first, princess?”

her lip curled at the cutesy pet name, and she tugged on his hair harder.

“d-don’t call me that.” she said, and bakugou’s grasp tightened around her wrist.

“my bad,” he apologized, surprising her and kirishima. “who gets to fuck you first, slut?”

her pussy clenched.

“o-oh, fuck.” kirishima’s wrist twisted, his scissored fingers stretching her further.

“is that better for you?” bakugou growled into her ear, his hand sliding up her lifted thigh to where their classmate’s fingers already were.

her eyes rolled before they squeezed shut.

“if only you could have felt how tight she got when you called her that.” kirishima crudely commented, and her legs shook when hot fingertips brushed her engorged clit.

“how about you put those earphone jacks to work since your hands are so preoccupied?” bakugou suggested.

she swallowed thickly, a whimper falling from her lips as her jacks extended, curlings towards their hard cocks.

“mm... that’s it.” kirishima breathed out, almost inaudible under the running shower head. “i’ve wanted you for so long, jirou. you’re so cool.”

“so fucking hot.”

she could feel bakugou’s hips jerk closer to hers once she had a tight grip around his twitching cock.

”were you gonna cum earlier?” kirishima’s mouth brushed her jaw, and she turned her head to him. “you wanna cum on my fingers, ji?”

“fuck yes, please.” she exhaled heavily.

bakugou’s fingers rubbed her clit harder, and she bit down on her bottom lip as her thighs shook from the pleasure.

“we’ve got you. trust us.” kirishima promised, his hand reaching for her other leg so he could wrap it around his waist like bakugou had done.

“mm... flexible.”

bakugou pinched the sensitive nub, and her body trembled in their grasp.

“look how beautiful and desperate...” he taunted as kirishima’s fingers pulled out to spread the lips of her cunt, their bodies pulling back to take a look at her exposed body.

“don’t stop.” she panted.

instead of two fingers, kirishima slid three back inside, and a rush flooded her stomach when they brushed her g-spot.

“did you hear that?” bakugou grinned arrogantly as he rolled her clit between two fingers. “fuck her hard on those destructive fingers of yours, loser.“

“cum for us.” kirishima encouraged, his knuckles slapping against her skin as he fucking his fingers into her with earnest.

they curled rapidly and repeatedly into a ‘come here’ motion, and she couldn’t help the scream that was ripped from her lips at the overwhelming pleasure.

“k-kiri—o-oh my... don’t stop. don’t stop. fuck. right there!” she squirmed in their grasp, but they only held her tight enough to bruise. “bakugou, i-i can’t—“

“cum for us then,” bakugou grit as her fists clenched and earphone jacks squeezed tighter around them, “slut.”

a knot formed in her stomach, his rough voice echoing around in her head as kirishima’s tongue traced her throat before meeting the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder.

red alarms ring when his sharpened teeth press into her skin, and her jaw dropped when his closed.

“i-i’m cumming.” she whined, her shoulder jerking closer to his mouth as a low ache thrummed underneath the bite.

“that’s it.” bakugou praised, applying more pressure to her clit as her cunt spasmed around kirishima’s fingers. “look at me as you cum on his fingers, baby.”

a shiver ran up her spine at his new choice of a pet name, and her eyes met his gaze as she moaned loudly for them, their names bouncing off the walls of the empty showers.

it’s hard to keep looking at him when all she wants to do is squeeze her eyes shut, but she tries.

she tries watching him as someone else’s fingers fucked into her sopping wet cunt, fucking her right through an orgasm more powerful than anything a shower head could achieve.

“shh...” kirishima scolded, and bakugou chuckled as he loosened his grip around her wrist, letting go.

her hand instantly met the back of kirishima’s head, and she tugged on his wet hair when his tongue lapped at the bite he left embedded in her skin.

“listen.” he grinned, his fingers moving faster inside as a sloppy squelch flooded the room. “look how wet you are, jirou...”

she cried out at the sudden pleasure, too much and too soon, and bakugou’s fingers left her clit, instead deciding to curl around her thigh.

“the things i’d do to have these toned thighs,” he squeezed for emphasis, “wrapped around my head as i eat you out...”

he tsk’ed.

“next time.” he decided, and she let out a heavy, trembling exhale at the thought of having that tongue buried inside of her.

there’s... there’s a next time?

before she could muster up the strength—and breath—to ask, kirishima is pulling his fingers out of her with a wet pop.

despite the water from the shower, when his fingers separate, she could see the thick strings of her release connecting them together and rolling heavier down his wrist.

embarrassment floods her veins inch by inch when she feels that same wetness roll down her thighs.

“so... does that mean you wanna taste?” he asked, and her eyes widened as she watched kirishima’s fingers move towards bakugou’s mouth.

bakugou licked his lips, darkened, crimson eyes shifted from her to the fingers pressing against his bottom lip.

“mhm. let me have it.”

his head tilted back, and she felt her pussy flutter around nothing when bakugou’s tongue rolled over his bottom lip and took those fingers into his mouth.

he hummed again, low and pleased, and kirishima chuckled as he pressed them to the hilt, wet knuckles hitting his cheek.

when he doesn’t gag, or recoil away from the intimate gesture, it suddenly became apparent as to why they come off as a pair, a duo.

“is she sweet?”

bakugou nodded as his eyes closed, spit rolling down his lip when kirishima twists his wrist and pulls his hand back.

“can i taste?”

he’s not asking bakugou as he wet fingers curl into his hair, but directing the question to her, wondering if she’d deny them as they are.

“you don’t need my permission.” she answered, her own hands guiding them closer together. “we’re all in this, aren’t we?”

“heh...” bakugou’s lip curled. “i told you she wouldn’t fucking care; now kiss me you red haired loser.”

she watched as their lips connected, and she pressed her head into the shower wall as their hands tightened around her thighs, pulling her body impossibly closer to them.

the shake in her thighs from being spread so open for so long ached, but she paid it no mind to instead focus on jerking their cocks with her earphone jacks.

“she is sweet.” kirishima murmured when they pulled away. “taste so good... i wish i could drink it from the source.”

“what’s stopping you?”

he laughed at her breathless question, and he gently let her leg down. once her toes touched the slippery, tiled floor, she buckled lightly.

“impatience.” he breathed out. “we need to feel you, so we’ll have to rain check that one for another day too.”

kirishima and bakugou looked at one another, and she gasped when her other foot was placed back on to the floot as well.

“turn for us.”

large hands positioned her body, shifting her in front of bakugou, and her heart hammered heavily when she realized what was about to happen.

“is this okay?” kirishima asked, and she tilted her head up to looked at him so she wasn’t staring at his collarbones and chest.

his hands are gentle when they cup her face, and she leaned into the touch as another pair of hands held her hips.

“this... this is cool.”

bakugou laughed, and her breathing hitchef when he knocked her legs apart.

“o-oh—“

her eyes widened with fhe length of his cock grinded against her ass, and she pulled her earphone jack away.

“that’s-that’s... i...”

“what? don’t tell me you’ve got cold feet now...” he mocked.

“can’t you feel just how fucking hard i am for you?”

kirishima leaned down to her height, and she dropped her gaze to his lips as her arms reached for his neck.

“relax.” kirishima murmured. “bakugou’s gonna take care of you.”

her cheeks warmed when his lips brushed hers.

“is this okay?” she repeated, feeling bakugou’s eyes burn into the back of her head.

“kiss him.” bakugou instructed, and kirishima pulled her face closer to his, filling the space between them.

with bakugou’s low coaxing, she melted into his kiss, her eyes fluttering shut.

“bite his lip.”

his hands slid up her back, massaging the tense muscles of her shoulders and tugging gently on the earphone jack still wrapped around kirishima’s cock.

she took his bottom lip between her teeth, and he moaned quietly as she unraveled her jack from his body.

“good girl.” bakugou whispered into her ear, sending a chill bolting up her spine.

kirishima’s hands threaded into her short hair as his mouth parted, allowing their tongues to touch.

the faint, lingering taste of her own wetness and his bleeding lip makes her head spin.

as they make out, bakugou’s guiding his throbbing cock between the lips of her cunt, sliding it’s length along her clenched hole.

when the tip brushed her clit, she whimpered into kirishima’s mouth, who simple kissed her harder, refusing to let her back away for a breath.

bakugou groaned quietly, the sound lost under the running water, and she pushed her hips back into him as one of kirishima’s hands left her hair.

instead, it slid down the expanse of her bare, dripping stomach and to her soaked pussy where he spread her lips once again.

bakugou sighed, guiding his cock towards her exposed hole before slowly pushing inside. “oi... shitty hair, let her breathe. she’s gonna need it.”

jirou gasped when kirishima pulled away, allowing her to swallow down gulps of air before she buried her face into his neck.