ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ

- Midoriya/Kirishima/Bakugou/Kaminari/Sero thread
- truth or dare, nsfw and whatnot
- college AU
- open relationships/polyamory
- cw drinking, dub con, jealousy, mild angst
- kind of krbk centric

On his lap, that night, Kirishima felt resolute in a weird way, like Midoriya has rarely seen before. He's heard that the behavior people display on the streets may be different, even promptly opposite to the one they unleash inside a room.

However, taking into account everything - i.e. the story Kirishima  confided him, all the booze they had and the fact that they were in the middle of Kirishima and Bakugou’s living room - he should conclude it wasn’t a good idea allow them to go much further.

Yet, damn. His hands were so firm, so decisive as he straddled him on the couch, making him feel hot all over. He felt so big on top of him like that, sitting on his lap and grinding against him until they’re both hard. Who would imagine they would have this kind of chemistry?

Going to college made some of the old colleagues part ways and others get unexpectedly closer as they managed to meet each other again in bigger cities and crazier lives.

Kirishima and Midoriya were of this last sort. They had always managed to be friendly and get along well in high school, but they found themselves closer and closer as they had few friends in the city.

Kirishima  had, or so Midoriya thought, the luck of being able to move in with his best friend, Bakugou. The tall, sultry blond was still so hard to deal and he still didn’t want to be friends with him, even when they were somehow close when they were kids.

So Midoriya didn’t get suspicious at all when Kirishima called him for a night out. They were having fun, although his friend indeed seemed to be really bummed. When Kirishima  said he didn’t want to go home so early, Midoriya thought he might wanna have a sleepover in his house.

So it was very weird that, when they ended up making out on a karaoke booth, where they wouldn’t get interrupted at all, Kirishima said he wanted to go to his place. They talked a bit more and Kirishima vented.

That night, Kirishima needed a friend and that wasn’t Bakugou. Actually, Bakugou was the problem to begin with, but Midoriya wouldn’t find that out before the third or fourth drink of his friend’s, when he confessed that it was another date of Bakugou’s with Kaminari.

Yes, Kaminari, /also/ from their high school.

Particularly cold.

Perhaps he wanted to mark territory…? Shoot. Midoriya was really bad at this. The thing was, if he was in love with Bakugou, what really even he could put together, what they were doing wasn’t the best call, right?

He opened his eyes in the middle of that - quite awesome, to be honest - make out session and pulled his head back slightly.

"We- hm." He tried to speak, but Kirishima 's lips caught his once more. As he broke the kiss, cupping his face, Midoriya had a careful, yet bright smile. "We shouldn’t, hm? You're gonna get yourself hurt."

"I've done this before", he sighed against the shorter's lips. It wasn't a lie, although it may have implied that he did it with someone else, and not by himself under the shower thinking about his flatmate.

"I don't mean it like this."

Kirishima  fisted Midoriya’s clothes, wishing he didn’t understand what he meant. Midoriya went on.

“We both had one too many, right?”

The hand Midoriya had on his hair, gently stroking it, was so gentle. Did he deserve it?

“I feel good with you.” He leaned into the touch. “I’m not doing this just because I’m drunk.”

It was true. The fact that he was hurt for Bakugou didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the company and touch like that.

He was sure he'd remember it. Actually at first he thought he would feel sick, but Midoriya put his hand on his thigh on the back of the taxi and it felt /good./

Maybe there was indeed a part of him that wanted Bakugou to come home and see him, see them. But now, as those big green eyes stared at him under dim lights, he was comfortable. They shared a sweet smile and their foreheads touched.

It was when they heard laughter in the corridor outside, followed by the clinking of keys by the front door and the turning of the knob. 

"Oi, Eijir-!" Midoriya almost had to push him before he decided to actually move away from his lap because someone was coming in.

Kirishima flopped on the couch beside him and they were still a mess pulling up zippers and combing hair back when the three men walked in.

Bakugou wouldn't even have to be that smart to realize what's been going on, but he was.

"You said you wouldn't come back home today." He said deadpan, that uninterested voice overlapped by the eager greetings of the two men coming in behind him. 

Two.

Bakugou closed the door and locked it again when they passed. Kaminari and Sero, the first holding the latter by the arm as they took their shoes off.

“Heey!” Beaming, Kaminari lifted one arm as if Kirishima and Midoriya were a mile away. “I haven’t seen y'all in a while!”

“Take it down a notch, it’s two a.m.” Sero rolled his eyes, then waved cordially. “Hi, guys. Sorry, we don’t know who gave the airhead that last tequila.”

“I’m a grown man, Hanta. I get my own tequilas!” He said just as loud, smiling just as wide.

“Kaminari-kun! Sero-kun! Kacchan! H-How are you doing?” Midoriya let out, flustered, discombobulated for (almost? Did they realize anything?) getting caught. Sero and Kaminari exchanged casual words with Midoriya on what they’ve been up to;

Kirishima was silent and beet red and Bakugou as serious as always dropped his keys on the counter.
Walking in, Kaminari threw his body beside Kirishima on the couch, then tapped on the cushion on his other side, suggesting Sero to sit beside him.

Sero stopped in front of the three, hands on his waist.
“Maybe we could take it to our place instead. The two might want some... privacy.” He smirked, like he just couldn’t help but to tease. The way Midoriya held a cushion on his lap was honestly hilarious.

“Oh! Are the two of you together? Were you making out?” Kaminari blurted and Kirishima felt his face burn. Apparently he was even more eager and shameless when intoxicated. “We don’t wanna be rude, just tell us! We can leave right now!”

“No. Deku is always around anyway. We can stay.” Bakugou said, sitting down by himself in an armchair in front of the couch. “It’s my place too. If they’re bothered they can go to his bedroom.”

The confused mutual staring that followed for the next seconds in the living room made Sero shrug. 

“Whatever you say.” He sat beside Kaminari, who threw an arm over his shoulder.

Kirishima felt dizzier. Were they… together?

A blushing Midoriya first tried to find Kirishima’s eyes for some clue on what to say, but as his friend looked frozen, he scratched his head and said that yes, they could stay, they were just chilling.

Since Kirishima was driven mute by confusion and embarrassment, he would silently thank Midoriya and Kaminari for talking to fill the quietness that would follow if it depended on him. Sero made some remarks, leaning slowly into Kaminari’s arms even if they kept on bickering.

Yes. Yes, they were definitely together.

Then… it wasn’t another date? 

When Bakugou said he was going out with Kaminari, he meant he was hanging out with those friends, already a couple themselves?

If that was so, why didn’t he invite him as well or even mentioned it? Ok, he didn’t have to, he can have other friends. Also, maybe Bakugou find him kind of boring. But… Damn, they were friends, right?

Did he have the right to be upset or not? Was that what he was upset about indeed or was it something else?

But most of all, the most unsettling, why was Bakugou still staring at him? Why was he so eerily calm and quiet, while his eyes still looked ablazed?

Suddenly, then, suffocated by his own thoughts, Kirishima  stood up, needing to breathe a little bit.

“Do you… do you guys want something? We have beer!” 

“Yes!” Kaminari cheered, Sero pulling his hand back and saying he shouldn’t drink any more - but accepting a can himself.

Kirishima walked out of the living room to the kitchen and once there leaned with his hands on the counter. 

Ok, too much was going on and his thoughts weren’t the clearest now. 

Focus.

He made out with Midoriya. That was the first point. He was making out with him and, to be honest, pretty inclined to go further than that.

But why was he? Because he thought Bakugou was on a date?

Nothing new about being broken-hearted. He's loved Bakugou with all he’s got, since before he knew what it really meant to be in love with someone. So it grew with him, within, like a personality trait, like a birthmark or a scar.

He wanted to remain following him, remain his friend so at least they can be together… but the fact that he can’t feel half as necessary, inspiring or, God forbid, attractive for Bakugou is what hurts him the most.

With that in mind, he got drunk and maybe wanted to prove a point, that he was attractive, that he could be desired by a man indeed and Bakugou should see it at least.

Yes, it might have started out of spite, but he really liked kissing Midoriya.

Even though it feels weird to be the taller one in such situation, the energy of that small body compensates to the point of being amazingly overwhelming.

Also, it wasn’t like what he knows now changes anything.

The fact that Bakugou wasn’t on a date now doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t feel anything for him. Kirishima  turned to the refrigerator thinking he should go back there and ask Midoriya if he wanted to go somewhere else, like another bar or his place instead.

“You two were about to fuck in the middle of our living room, weren’t you?”

Kirishima turned back suddenly, to find Bakugou entering the room and closing the door behind himself.

[reminder that if I dont see any likes or qrt I'll just assume no one is reading and I'll drop it]

Shocked, Kirishima closed the refrigerator now behind himself, leavng the cans on the counter.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play stupid. It doesn’t suit you.”

Bakugou's voice was nonchalant, and it was way eerier than him fully angry. But there was something fiercer in his eyes. Under them, his cheeks were rosish. He has been drinking as well.

"Watch what you say to me. You make it sound like I'm a whore." Kirishima replied, defensive. "I don't owe you any answers and what I do isn't any of your business!"

A lift of brows and a clenched jaw was the answer, Bakugou trembling slightly as if making too much effort to keep still. Kirishima could swear he saw some kind of sorrow dimming the crimson eyes. Immediately Kirishima felt bad.

"Hm, I didn't mean to be this rude. I worded it out wrong. Sorry."

"Don't bother." Bakugou gave his back and Kirishima held his arm.

"Bakugou! I'm sorry!"

Looking at Kirishima, he spat the words, pulling his arm back.

"Fuck, stop saying you're sorry, if you're right for change just own it! Don't be a doormat!"

A sigh. Why did he always have to be so rude all the time, yet he's right…?

"But-"

"I'm seeing Denki after all." Bakugou interrupted "I have no fucking right telling you what to do, hah?"

Kirishima opened his eyes wide, heart clutching in his chest.
"You're-? Aren't Kaminari and Sero… a couple?"

"They are."

"Why, how? Are you his lover?" He frowned. "How could you-"

Bakugou rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you use your head once? No, they have an open relationship. I couldn't stay with anyone who wouldn't understand I also want someone else."

The crimson eyes of Bakugou dimmed with what resembled sorrow and it made Kirishima gasp.

"Someone-...?" Kirishima sighed. "Is this why you look bothered?"

"I'm not /bothered./"

“Is it Midoriya?”

Bakugou stared at him and held the gaze. Either Kirishima was fucking with him or he wanted to pretend he didn't get it.

Or he was a colossal dumbass, what can't be discarded as well.

/I'm too drunk for this./

“Yes. Of course it’s fucking Deku.”

Kirishima dropped his jaw.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, Kirishima. Yeah, obviously.”, he reiterated, scoffing. He gave his back and headed to the door.

“Are you messing with me?”

"It’s clear by now I do have a thing for absolute dumbasses. But don't bother, you two can fuck each other stupid-er as much as you want. It's not like I have a crush or whatever."

Quickly and trying to make sense of what he had heard, Kirishima again opened the fridge and looked for the beer he was supposed to bring, forgetting he had just left the cans on the counter and picking a full pack of bottles,

too adrift to reason it. He almost ran into Bakugou's back as he left the kitchen, because the blond has just stopped there baffled.

They found Midoriya sitting on the rug around the center table, as well as the two other. Only that Midoriya, for some reason, was shirtless, and Kaminari was going on and on about how Midoriya looked fucking jacked after these years.

"We're playing truth or dare, do you know the game? I dared him to take his shirt off." Kaminari explained as he saw their baffled expressions. "About the truth, we asked him to tell us to rank the people he's most attracted to in this apartment!"

"It's truth or dare, not truth and dare." Bakugou said.

"Ugh, you're such a party pooper, blondie." Sero rolled his eyes, leaning back.

"I know that!" Midoriya replied. "I wasn't gonna answer!"

"Why not, though?" Bakugou sat beside Kaminari on the rug. "Let's all play, shall we?"

Midoriya looked at each man in the room and started fidgeting anxiously, blushing furiously to his ears.

"You are all very handsome, alright? This is hard! And I’ve already did my dare, this is unfair!"

"We won't take it personal, Midoriya...” Sero pointed at himself with his thumb and grinned. “we all know daddy here is the most handsome, you can list me last to make everyone feel better.”

“You say that so that if he does put you last you won’t feel bad.” Bakugou said.

Sero still let out a 'fuck you' but Bakugou wasn't finished, sharp narrow eyes inquisitive. “But ok, we must all imply Eijirou here is your first most attractive, right? We can infer that from the fucking lap dance he was giving you when we came in.”

Kirishima blushed, but diverted his eyes as the two other obliviously laughed, Midoriya just pouting, angered.

“He really says it as if he didn’t care! The nerve!” Kaminari scoffed.

“Isn’t it cute, Katsuki all jealous?” Sero nagged a bit more, leaning back.

It made Midoriya mad that Kirishima wouldn’t stand up for himself. It wasn’t like he had anything to be ashamed of.

“I won't go on but I can tell you all the one I’m the least attracted to right now, and it’s you, Bakugou! Not because you aren’t handsome, but because you’re bitter and mean! And this is such a turn off!”

Bakugou laughed loud.

“Oh, Deku doesn’t like meanies? Yeah, right. Try saying that without Todoroki’s cock in your mouth.”

Kirishima snorted, but held back the laugh, a little bit too late. He always ended up finding Katsuki’s mean remarks funny, but now he couldn’t.

“Bakugou, just shut it!” He tried standing up for Midoriya, but Kaminari’s voice was louder.

“Oh, Todoroki! That handsome bastard. And the chemistry of you two! It was awesome!” He jolted forward. “Really nothing happened between you two?”

“Yeah, no...” Midoriya scratched the back of his head. “I don’t think Todoroki likes boys.”

“What a bummer.” Kaminari pouted. "Well, I guess I should imagine we couldn’t ALL turn out at least a little gay.”

“Even swinging all ways I feel this.” Sero sipped his beer. “It is a shame.”

“I don’t think he likes girls as well. But it’s Todoroki, who knows.” Midoriya shrugged.

“Guys- uh, let’s leave this behind, right? It’s… no use, you see." Kirishima meowled.

“The best friend crush to solve, right?” At that sentence from Kaminari, Bakugou and Kirishima felt their chest sting as their eyes met suddenly, and it was oh so fucking obvious.

Just a fraction of a second, enough to call them all out like that. But it was not all, thankfully: Kaminari had more to blurt out in the next second. “Let’s talk about what matters! Do you think /I’m/ hot, Midoriya?”

They couldn’t all not laugh. Again, thankfully. Only Bakugou rolled his eyes instead.

“I-I do…” Midoriya had his heart racing. “I’ve always found you amazing and handsome!”

Kaminari was caught off guard and his expression would tell, as always. It pierced right through his heart, he dropped his arms and shoulders.

“You're so wholesome and now you're also hot, what am I supposed to do?”

“Oh, but I meant it with all due respect, Sero!” Midoriya said almost at the same time. Sero frowned, not getting it at all, while Kaminari wailed with emotion about the compliment and Bakugou yeleld at him to shut up.

“Do you mean because I’m with him?” Sero concluded, asking Midoriya. “We’re primaries but we aren’t exclusive, don’t worry, our relationship is open.” Then he elbowed Kaminari. “Go ahead and kiss him, that’s your cue.”

“Hanta, man, he’s with him today.” Kaminari pointed at that quiet Kirishima. “People need to actually make the arrangements for it to work! Holy shit, and you all say I’m the oblivious one.”

They all looked at Kirishima and he got flustered once more.

“I- oh, I don’t mind… If you want! Seriously! ” Kirishima shrugged, rubbing his neck.

“No, sorry. I’m not doing this. I don’t like being a dick to people I care about.” Green eyes darted across the room, towards Kirishima’s flatmate.

“Was this shade? Did Midoriya just threw shade at Bakugou?”

“If you put it under a spotlight it’s not a shade anymore, Denki.” Sero rolled his eyes.

There was a really awkward tension in there, right? Midoriya could feel it, he could. Yet the only one also seeming embarrassed was Kirishima.

Maybe he should drink more, so he leaned forward to the beers still in the pack on the center table.

It would, surprisingly, come from Bakugou the next sentence to fill in the awkward silence.

“We are having fun, though, aren’t we?” But his voice was violent. He leaned forward and put his empty bottle on the center table. "Let's go on with this game."

Kirishima gazed at him as he spinned it, thinking of how or when he drank it that fast. His thoughts were really slow by now, and he didn't realize the bottom of the bottle was pointing at him and the mouth was towards Kaminari, who was then supposed to answer a question of his.

"Don’t even need to ask, I want dare! Come at me!" Kaminari tapped on his own chest bravely.

Kirishima bit his lip, having an idea. Yeah, it was a good one. Midoriya seemed like he just didn’t do it not to offend him, his partner that night.

Also, he really wanted to see what would come out of that scene also from Sero and Bakugou.

"I do dare you to kiss Midoriya." Kirishima smirked, feeling weirdly excited about this suddenly.

"Eijirou!" Midoriya laughed and Kaminari propped himself to his knees already.

"Define kiss." Sero looked entertained.

"Just how deep Izuku wants it! If he does!" The darer giggled.

"Consent is everything!" Kaminari said, crawling on all fours the meter on the floor to be near Midoriya, who didn't exactly looked like running away.

Kaminari leaned in surprisingly smoothly. On his knees, in front of a Midoriya who sat crossing his legs (holding his ankles because he didn't know what to do with his hands), he cupped his face and approached enough for his whole presence to hover over him for a second.

Noses side by side and Midoriya chuckled.

"Come on! Do it!" Sero led them on and they could all see it was the smaller who lifted his face to lock their lips together.

/Whatever that could mean,/ Midoriya thought as he sighed against Kaminari's skin and his lips softened to allow the full touch.

Sero was cheering, telling them they should go on and deepen it.

Bakugou was unreadable even for Kirishima.

It was clear that Midoriya and Kaminari were wnjoying themselves. There wasn’t full-on tongue, but the tip of it brushed temptingly on the other’s lips. The mouths were more than just touching; they savored each other and fit perfectly before they were apart again.

"Was it good? Did you like it?" Kaminari said the next second after breaking the kiss, staring at warm big brown eyes.

"Come on, Denki-" Sero began to complain about that habit of his of demanding reassurance for his performance.

bHe didn't count on a supportive enthusiastic Midoriya blurting out:

"It was awesome! You're intense, yet lingering, sensuous! It was so smooth and still strong, but in all a different way, it was awesome!"

"Thank you, you too! We have chemistry!" Sitting between Sero and Midoriya, now from equal distance from both, Kaminari leaned one hand on the thigh of the latter's and left it there.

Snickering as if he knew better - and he did - Sero picked the empty bottle to spin it again.

As the other three stared at the bottle, Kaminari and Midoriya kept babbling about whatever, really close and cheery. Sero snickered. /Oh, if this keeps going, they gonna fuck. I know Denki./

/I better step up or as the stakes are in here with Katsuki and Eijirou hate-eye-fucking each other I'll end wup fifth wheeling and just crash on the couch by myself./

He thought, but it wasn't his turn to do anyting about it within the game.

Because when the spinning bottle stopped it was that emotionally constipated Bakugou’s turn to ask; and Kirishima's to answer.

Scarlet eyes locked on Kirishima to make him gulp.

"Truth or dare?"

Oh, no. Kirishima took a sip of his beer to buy himself some time. He knew he couldn't handle anything like truth there. He was well aware that Bakugou could be the meanest darer, but it would certainly still sting less.

"Dare." He answered and drank more just in case.

"We feeling bold today! I love it! Yeah, just unleash everything!" Kaminari lifted one hand in fists as if in commemoration, and then that hand back to the floor, but leaning behind Midoriya while the other made him down more beer.

Unleash, hm?

Bakugou blinked slowly.

"Make Sero hard, Kirishima" He said, nonchalant once more.

Kirishima choked on his drink and coughed. Midoriya and Kaminari stared at each other while Sero was already laughing.

"What? No!" Kirishima complained when he recovered his breath.

"Why the fuck not?” The darer asked as if there wasn’t truly a reason why a good player would deny it. “You just made him third wheel, go give him some lovin'."

"Well. You know me, I’m a fair player. I wouldn't ever mess with a game's rules. " Sero crossed his arms behind his back and opened his legs, only making that flustered Kirishima lose it in tittering.

"A game's rules? This is way too much, isn't it?"

"Are you gonna bitch out, Eijirou?" Bakugou's words set him in fire and he got up, walking the step past Kaminari and Midoriya to reach Sero before crouching again.

“Man, don’t listen to him, you do whatever you want, I’m just kidding.” Sero ensured Kirishima.

Who was, nevertheless, already frowning and narrowing his eyes decisively.

“No, I’ll do it. It’s the game, right?”

"Uh, boy, I don’t know about edging Hanta, he’s a menace when he’s horny!” Kaminari warned. “When he's horny he gets dominant and sharp, you watch out!"

That warning made Kirishima flinch now that he's knelt between Sero's open legs. He wore black denim, a bit loose, but his thighs were filling it, muscular yet not too buff. God, from that sight mainly, that man was hot. How was /he/ the one supposed to make that man hard?

"Damn, how am I supposed to-?" He mumbled his thoughts.
"Touch or do whatever you want. I've always found you hot and cute, you won't need much." Sero leaned forward for a moment and then purred near to his ear, smirking: "Make that idiot pissed that he had to watch this."

Kirishima was sure that his face would literally go up in flames sooner or later, but now he would set himself on fire to do what he must. Sero pulled his body back to stare at him and placed his hands on the floor behind himself to refrain his own impulses of touching him back.

His hands landed on Sero's chest, feeling his heartbeats still calm, but slightly increased. Fingers kneaded his pecs and his thumbs stroked the other’s nipples.

"He does have nice tits, yeah, feel them up. Feel them up goood." Kaminari said, eyes fixed on Kirishima 's hands.

Kirishima cracked up, along with Midoriya.

"You have tits, asshole." Sero retorted, but sighed. The hands on his chest felt indeed good, and they were going lower.

Kirishima had no guts to look into Sero’s eyes anymore, or even stare at him face to face to begin with. He touched his abs thoroughly and wondered whether he would be the one to get hard faster than he could reach his objective.

Reaching his hips, he felt his thighs instead of going to the groin, making Sero groan frustrated.

“Take your time, we have the whole night, I’ll take a nap in the meantime.” Bakugou said, acidly, making Kirishima flinch and close his hands in a fist.

“Is it me or Katsuki is even more obnoxious than usual?” Sero frowned, looking at Midoriya and Kaminari only.

“Why would that be, I dare to wonder!” Kaminari answered, sing-song, narrowing his eyes and holding his chin as if caricaturely pensive.

Sero almost laughed, but the next moment he had a mouth on his neck: Kirishima kissed it hungrily. His right hand was full on his groin now, decisively rubbing on him, so Sero just gasped and for a moment his expression was helpless. Damn.

“Holy sh-” Midoriya covered his mouth. There, that fiery Kirishima he had made out with on the couch, and he almost felt envious, missing it on top of him.

Kaminari licked his lips, releasing all the air in his lungs.

"You are hot." Kirishima mumbled right before biting Sero's ear, breathing heavily into it, catching him sensitive and off guard.

"Ugh." Sero squirmed, hands in fists. "You've successfully accomplished your dare."

Kirishima widened his eyes and pulled himself back, too quickly, giggling. What did he just do?? He… he felt good about it. It… it was filthy, for sure, but it felt good to be someone’s target of desire.

“Your praising kink is showing, Hanta!” Kaminari laughed.

Midoriya didn’t laugh because he felt a hand on his thigh once more and it made him hot and bothered. Alright… Kaminari was really going at him.

It felt good.

“/You/ are going to talk about praising kink? Really?” Sero sat down straight again and as Kirishima was about to get up, he held him by the wrist softly. “Hey, stay here, come on. Sit here between us.”

Bakugou reached for the bottle to spin it once more as if he couldn’t care any less, bit he wasnt good at concealing emotion. His jaw was clenched and he muttered.

“Tch. Yeah, little bird, sit there right beside the hungry cat.”

The angry snort gave away that Sero’s patience was over. Coincidently, the bottle stopped in what could be interpreted as either Kirishima’s turn to ask Bakugou, or Sero’s, as it pointed to the middle of them. The latter, though, held the bottle so he would be the one to ask.

“What, Katsuki?” He narrowed his eyes. Seeing such a laid back dude like Sero sound rude was new; it may have a bit to do with the booze. “Are you mad that I’m hard for Eijirou? That Izuku also wants him? Do you want to bet Denki also finds him hot as fuck?”

“What, are you kidding me? Of course I do! Now, holy shit! He's all already all cute and handsome, all jacked, but seeing how he gets when he's fierce... oh, boy! It looks like he's like that right now as well. Who /wouldn’t/ find him attractive?”

Kaminari answered vehemently and Kirishima stared, completely baffled, to much the first’s amusement. “What, are you surprised? For real? You truly have no idea how hot you are?"

Meanwhile Sero pointed at Bakugou with the bottle before leaving it aside on the floor.

“I dare you to sit and watch.”

“Fuck you, I was going to choose truth.”

“I don’t care. Bitch out if you want.” Then that fierce Sero crouched and held Kirishima by the waist, bringing him to his lap as if he was smaller than Midoriya on high school and not a full grown man.

“What did I say about horny Hanta?” Kaminari whispered to Midoriya, but even his whispers were loud enough. They watched as he manhandled Kirishima to lean him laying on his back on the center table.

“Oi, what-? Hey! What are you- Sero?” Kirishima  pushed him, certainly not as vehemently as he should. Damn, he was kinda dizzy. And yeah, why not, he was horny.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Sero leaned his hands on the table, the other’s body between his arms.

Kirishima  looked away, at some lost point in their living room.

“Come on, not in front of everyone…” He said, but his hands disobeyed as they tangled on Sero’s T-shirt.

It made the man on top of him look back at Kaminari and Midoriya.

“We can go to your room or... come on, boys... don’t you want to help making him comfortable as well?”

"Well, of course!" Kaminari crawled closer, followed by Midoriya.

"You're telling me you're seriously gonna gangbang Eijirou in front of me."

Bakugou sounded a lot less concealed, the wavering tone showing some kind of rage.

He got up, but didn't leave; instead he just sat on the lonely armchair ahead of them. Across Sero, where Kirishima would keep on being unable to see him. All Kirishima could see now was the ceiling, Sero between his legs and Kaminari and Midoriya on each side of his body.

"Gang/bang/?" Sero snorted, kneeling on the rug between Kirishima 's legs. "How vulgar can you be? This isn't banging, we're up to enjoying him. You wouldn't know."

"We're gonna gang/love/ him, if you may!" Kaminari added, hands on Kirishima 's chest. 

"Gang/embrace/." Sero went on, holding those legs open, giggling.

"Gang/cherish/!" Kaminari answered again, squeezing a bit more the chest his hands leaned on.

Kirishima covered his face with his hands, laughing so hard. Because it was funny and tacky, because he couldn't believe they meant it and weren't making fun of him, because he was even more nervous if they indeed meant it.

Then some fingers held his wrists gently to uncover his face. Midoriya's attentive eyes were the first thing he saw.

"Are you alright, Eijirou? Don't you feel too tipsy?"

Midoriya was like the sun on top of him even with his face shadowed when seen from underneath.

So soft, so pretty, the living room lamp light shining in curly, fluffy hair locks; and shirtless like that he was so hot.

"Do you want us to go on?" Attentively he asked Kirishima again.

Kirishima reached out with both hands for that beautiful face and brought him closer to kiss his lips.

Yes. Yes, he wanted to go on, whatever that could mean.

[since it's late, let's try something with the two or three readers of this thread. If it flops I'll just leave it and delete. If it ties I'll choose.]

whoever wins eats kiri out