i kept thinking about it so..
cw; trans!bkg, afab language, nsfw, bakubowl, bottom!bkg

the subtle collective /buzz/ goes ignored by most, everyone used to the daily reminders of curfew by now. they’re all focused on the movie, strewn about the common room under blankets and each https://twitter.com/demongothboi/status/1282461402159091713

other. bakugo’s the only one missing - not a rare occurance - and no one seems to pay it any mind. there’s popcorn and candy and non-alcoholic mocktails, muted conversation barely distracting from the cheesy hallmark movie that someone /insisted/ they watch since todoroki hadn’t

seen it yet. they’re about a third of the way through, when deku decides to check the time and sees bakugo has sent a snapchat. it’s a bit of a surprise but he opens it anyway.

kirishima’s hardening ripples across his skin, while iida’s on his in seconds when izuku shrieks and

flings his phone across the room. his arms are crossed in front of his face, freckled skin stained bright red with the force of his blush.

“deku!” it’s ochako that shouts as she scrambles over to him. “what’s wrong?” she’s frowning as he shakes his head, making a choked off

whining sound. someone else must check their phone because sero lets out an appreciative whistle and kaminari is yelling “holy shit!”

deku barely catches anything that goes on, even though he sees kirishima and kaminari scramble towards the stairs from the corner of his eye. his

entire focus keeps spiralling back to /that/ image of bakugo’s pink, puffy, /beautiful/ pussy. freshly shaved and with water droplets still clinging to the smooth skin that said bakugo was straight out of the showers. he’s got no misconceptions about where kiri and kami went to.

more people are checking their phones now and each having more of the same reactions. todoroki makes a quietly bland remark but everyone can see the white in his knuckles as his hand clenches.

iida makes a strangled noise and immediately launches into a red-faced rant about the

need for decorum, jirou and yaoyozoru are giving each other smug glances, sero's trying to convince mineta to quit while he's ahead, knowing full well bakugo would burn him to a crisp if he so much as mentioned it and the others are all drifting between urges to worship and/or to

destroy bakugo completely.

the movie night is resumed for the moment, shinsou and mina pointing out that there's no way they'd /all/ get a chance at bakugo so quickly. and so everyone does their best to settle back down, adjusting not so subtle boners and debauched thoughts.

+•+•+•+

if he’s honest, bakugo expected /someone/ to come banging on his door. his first thought is that it’s probably iida coming to tell him off for “inappropriate behaviour”, so he’s pleasantly surprised when the door opens and two of his idiots are on the other side.

“he-hey~ bakubro!” kaminari’s voice is strained, like he’s barely holding himself together as his eyes wander down bakugo’s body. there’s only a pair of lace panties and an oversized tshirt hiding what they all /know/ is under there and kirishima can’t seem to hold himself back.

“kiri- wait!”

he pushes past kaminari into bakugo’s space, one large hand coming up to grab the back of the explosive blond’s neck and the other cradles his face as kirishima roughly crushes their lips together. the guttural noise the redhead let’s out makes bakugo whimper and

kaminari is locking the door behind them.

“do you have any idea,” kirishima pants once he’s managed to pry himself away, “what you do to us?”

bakugo can barely see kaminari past kirishima’s broad shoulders but he can /feel/ the electricity in the air change, in an instant.

kirishima walks him back towards the bed, kaminari right behind him and bakugo's breath hitches as he falls onto his sheets, watching as they both rake hungry eyes over his exposed skin.

there's a silent exchange when kirishima glances back and then he's scrambling onto the bed

to sit behind bakugo, letting the blond rest in the v of his stretched legs. kaminari follows close behind, hands settling on bakugo's ankles as he sits on the edge of the bed. heat burns low in bakugo's stomach, crimson meeting gold as kaminari silently asks for permission.

there's no teasing or banter as bakugo spreads his legs, inviting kaminari closer and feeling the heat spread as the electric blond lets out a choked whimper. he hasn't even /begun/ and they both look wrecked, which makes kirishima moan softly in bakugo's ear.

"look at you," he breathes, "you're both /so/ close."

bakugo whines and he can see kaminari's dick jump in his sweats. the other blond's black streak swinging as he curls in on himself. "f-fuck, /kiri/..." kaminari sounds /destroyed/ already and bakugo can't help himself.

he lunges forward, hands cradling kaminari's face as he kisses him. it's downright filthy, all spit and tongues and teeth, kirishima groaning and palming himself behind bakugo at the display. kaminari moans low in his throat, hands wrapping around bakugo's tiny waist and pushes.

kirishima's legs harden as bakugo's palms leave kaminari's face and set off explosions against the redhead's skin. bakugo /keens/ as kaminari peppers open-mouthed kisses down his neck, nodding quickly at the questioning glance he gets and kaminari is rucking bakugo's shirt to his

armpits, continuing to press kisses to every inch of bakugo's skin he can reach.

kirishima seems content to watch for now, nibbling a little at bakugo's neck, moaning his appreciation in the blond's ear. "look at him bakugo, he's worshipping you." he laughs breathily as bakugo

wriggles, embarrassed. kaminari shows his agreement by running rough hands over bakugo's sensitive skin. "go on," kirishima encourages. "call his name."

kaminari sucks a bruising hickey into bakugo's hip bone as the explosive blond digs hands into his hair and cries,

"/denki!/"

kaminari bites down in response, eyes rolling back and he only /just/ manages to stop himself from blowing his load right there and then. bakugo bucks underneath him, the sudden sensation of kaminari’s teeth embedded into his skin making him shriek and set off explosions against

kirishima’s thighs. there’s no blood when he pulls away but there’s a clear imprint of his teeth in bakugo’s hip.

it’s enough to make kirishima moan at the sight of it, sending shivers racing through both of the blonds in front of him at the deep sound.

“get a /move on/“

bakugo's teeth are clenched and it's the first demand he's made since kirishima and kaminari entered his room. if he's honest, kaminari's surprised bakugo hadn't taken control from the get-go.

then again, kirishima hadn't really given him a choice.

"denki," gold eyes meet

crimson and kaminari /burns/ under bakugo's stare, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the blond's lips. bakugo nips at kaminari's bottom lip, tangling fingers into blond and black strands. "c'mon sparky, take what you came for."

for as long as he'll live, kaminari will never be

able to tell you where the low growl that erupted in his throat came from. he /could/ tell you, however, the heat that settled low in his groin as he mapped bakugo's skin with his mouth and fingers, pressing harder in the places that made bakugo squirm.

he could hear kirishima

above him, gently coaxing bakugo into heated kisses and murmuring encouragement to them both, patiently waiting for his eventual turn.

he distracted bakugo enough that the blond didn't notice when kaminari settled between his spread thighs, lacy black panties on full display.

TBC //. remember to QRT, don't break the thread~

a moan rips out of bakugo’s throat as kaminari noses his clit through the panties.

the electric blond sucks gently, creating a wet spot right over bakugo’s little bundle of nerves and relishing in the tiny sounds escaping between kirishima’s kisses. the silk lace is soft against

kaminari’s lips and it’s all too easy to make the material soaking wet in just a few seconds. he pulls off with a cheeky lick, which makes bakugo jolt and his legs kick out reflexively. kirishima's got the explosive blond's mouth occupied, swallowing the moans kaminari forces out

of bakugo.

kaminari grins at the flush spreading down bakugo's skin, blowing tiny puffs of cool air onto the wet patch of lace and kirishima pulls away with a muffled "fuck!" as bakugo practically /howls/ kaminari's name.

"/denki/! ag'n... please... do it again!" he's slurring

and kaminari's pretty sure bakugo almost bit kirishima's tongue with that reaction. so this time, he keeps his eyes raised - staring directly into crimson and watching bakugo's reaction as he puffs another short burst of cool air.

the reaction he gets is /so/ worth watching.

bakugo's mouth drops open, fingers of one hand tangling in kirishima's wild hair and the other fists his bedsheets. both hands are smoking and there's a voice in the back of kaminari's mind that screams to wreck bakugo enough that he loses control of his quirk.

he can't wait.

with two sets of red eyes watching him, kaminari wriggles the panties down bakugo's toned legs and chucks them away from the bed.

kirishima seems to get the hint and helps bakugo pull the t-shirt over the blond's head before getting rid of his own. a leg lifts and bakugo pushes

at kaminari's shoulder with his heel.

"you too, denks... clothes off"

who's he to argue with the /god/ before him? kaminari sits up, ass on his heels and strips his shirt in record time. he's in no hurry to take his pants off, intent on making bakugo cum at least once before

moving on.

he settles back down between bakugo's legs, arms wriggling underneath strong thighs and wrapping around until his hands are gripping where his thighs meet his pelvis. the electric blond can feel bakugo shifting, testing just how strong kaminari's grip actually is.

his hips are pinned and the firm pressure makes bakugo whine happily, ready and willing to hand all control over to his best friends.

/"they'll take care of him."/

kirishima's always true to his word.

so bakugo lets himself sink into the feeling of kirishima's solid bulk

behind him and kaminari's arms wrapped around his thighs.

kaminari and kirishima both feel the instant bakugo gives over all control. he sags a little more against kirishima's chest and stops testing kaminari's grip.

it's the signal kaminari's been waiting for from the start.

he dives face first into bakugo's crotch, moaning throatily as his lips seal around the other blond's clit. there's the subtle taste of nitroglycerin on bakugo's skin, even after having showered. it's smoky-sweet, pleasant and kaminari wants nothing more than to keep tasting it.

bakugo keens sweetly above him and kirishima growls something that kaminari's too far gone in giving his everything to bakugo to hear what he says. he sucks and licks at bakugo's clit, feeling the twitches of muscle under his hands. there's steady wetness growing under his chin

and kaminari knows bakugo's careening towards orgasm, quickly.

a quick glance up reveals bakugo's got kirishima's hard cock rocking in and out of his mouth gently, the redhead's hands in blond hair and a blissed-out look on both their faces.

flicking his tongue has bakugo

moaning around kirishima's length and hardening ripples over the redhead's arms at the sensation. a few more licks and bakugo seizes, pulling off kirishima and crying out brokenly.

there's no /gush/ of fluids like the stories his brother bragged about but kaminari's satisfied

at bakugo's quick breathing, twitching muscles and the small dribble of cum that trails from the blond's hole. kaminari gives bakugo a few minutes to breathe, before he repositions his arms. levering himself up to his elbows, he throws one arm over bakugo's hips while the other

has free rein, fingers trailing up and down pretty pink and puffy lips teasingly. bakugo whines above him, teary crimson meeting heavy-lidded gold.

"you're gonna use your words if you want me to stop," kaminari says, voice deep and dark with lust. "aren't you, teddy bear?"

TBC .// QRT to comment, don't break the thread

top of the thread: https://twitter.com/filthynari/status/1283808390339166208?s=20

if you're feeling generous: https://ko-fi.com/argentcos 

some cw before we move on;
— degradation (name-calling, pet names that don't match identified gender, etc)
— quirk play
— slight dom/sub (edging, restraint, orgasm denial, etc)
— titles (sir, daddy, etc)
— reiterating the AFAB warning

bakugo writhes at the gentle touches, whimpering somewhere in the back of his throat before kirishima pinches a nipple and growls. "answer him, /princess/."

the blond's hips buck under kaminari's arm at the name, letting out a soft moan that he'd deny making until the cows came

home if mentioned outside that room. a pause in kaminari's fingers makes him open his eyes and plead, "yes, sir! i'll be good, i swear!"

"good boy," he's rewarded with a firm lick across his clit, still sensitive from his orgasm and it makes his back arch. "you keep being good

for me and daddy over there will wreck this tight lil' pussy for ya."

kirishima blinks owlishly for a moment at the name but the next second he's in bakugo's ear. "would you like that, princess? after denki's loosened you up, would you like daddy to split you open?"

bakugo can

feel kirishima palm himself, hand sandwiched between his throbbing cock and his knuckles brush bakugo's back.

a sudden zap of electricity makes him /scream/, back arching so far anyone would assume his spine would snap, thighs doing their best to clench around kaminari's ribs.

he knows he's burnt through his sheets by now, the scent of smoke in his nose.

kirishima lets out a low moan and kaminari chuckles, lowly. "oh, princess /likes/ that, does he?"

bakugo can only choke out a whine in response.

he'll never make fun of kaminari's quirk again, if he

kept making him feel like /that/.

a sharp bite on his thigh makes him whine, kaminari's voice echoing through his bones. "turn over and show me that ass, princess."

kirishima helps him flip over, bakugo's face millimetres from the red head's spit-slick cock and he can't stop

himself from begging.

"daddy, please, let me have it." his voice is all rough and croaky, making him sound like he'd swallowed a bunch of gravel. kirishima's stroking his hair with gentle fingers, scratching lightly.

"have what, pretty boy?"

bakugo whimpers, softly.

"lemme have your fat cock."

kirishima and kaminari both moan at the request, the latter's face diving down to nose at bakugo's folds. in this position, with bakugo's ass in the air, he's presenting his entirety to kaminari - willingly.

"look at you," kaminari breathes, poking

around gently with his tongue. "getting all wet for me, like a good little boy."

he rolls the tip of his tongue around bakugo's swollen clit, relishing in the way the action makes the blond's thick thighs /quiver/ with the effort of keeping him from collapsing onto the bed.

he's so engrossed in exploring the slick folds in front of him that he doesn't realise kirishima's gently guiding his cock into the blond until bakugo makes a muffled sound.

when he looks up, gold eyes meet ruby and he can see the absolute /restraint/ kirishima is holding onto,

trying desperately not to grab bakugo by the hair and shove his cock into his throat.

a little voice in kaminari's mind laughs that bakugo probably wouldn't object to the rough treatment and he silences it by refocusing on bakugo's cunt, using his thumbs to spread the outer

lips apart.

bakugo's entire body vibrates as he moans around kirishima's cock, inexperience keeping him from trying to take it deeper into his mouth.

the hand not tangled in blond strands is tearing at a pillow, sharp teeth on the verge of drawing blood from kirishima's lip.

kaminari puffs air over bakugo's hole, watching as it throbs in response. he moves slowly, tracing the tip of his tongue over the swollen clit and around where he knows bakugo wants to feel it most.

little sparks dance across his fingers, harmlessly zapping over bakugo's skin.

all at once, he dives in, tongue easily breaching the explosive blond's cunt and bakugo instantly clamps down, a muffled scream erupting around kirishima's cock. it turns into a breathless moan as hardened fingers pull his head back, roughly and kirishima pants above them.

"f-/fuck/, too much!"

kaminari can't see from where he's buried in bakugo's cunt but he can imagine the tight grip kirishima's got around the base of his cock, the saliva strings that connect the tip to bakugo's lips and the blissed-out look on their faces.

"make him come."

it's an order mumbled against bakugo's skin, kaminari's tongue fucking in and out of him with wet squelches. his entire cunt is a mess of saliva and slick, thighs /quivering/ under the effort of keeping him upright against kaminari's face.

the sound of kaminari tongue-fucking

him are /obscene/ and it makes bakugo whimper against kirishima's thigh. "ple.. /please/, sir... i wanna..."

"you wanna come again?" kaminari licks a stripe from bakugo's clit to his ass and bakugo nods quickly.

"show me," he demands, sparks flying from his fingers. "show me

how badly you wanna come by sucking on daddy's cock."

kirishima groans, fabric ripping as hardened claws tear apart a pillow. bakugo takes him back into his mouth, tears springing to his eyes and choking as he goes, kirishima's cock reaching the back of his throat.

"good boy."

kaminari's tongue returns to bakugo's cunt, flicking its tip against his walls and it's not long before bakugo spasms, moaning around kirishima's cock as he comes.

red meets gold as kaminari sits up, kirishima's hands in bakugo's hair and kaminari splays a hand over bakugo's

lower back.

"go on, he'll take it."

bakugo makes a muffled sound of agreement beneath them, gently resting his palms against kirishima's hardened skin and kaminari grins.

"show him what a good princess you are," he rubs soothing circles into bakugo's skin. "relax your throat."