Work Text:
The entirety of UA, staff included, knew that Ochako Uraraka was frugal. Hell, she may as well have had it stamped on her forehead the way she dodged shopping trips and lunch dates all throughout highschool.
So when Kirishima, followed by a begrudging Bakugou, had come up to her in the common area of Heights Alliance just three weeks shy of graduation, flashing that infamous toothy grin and asking her if she wanted to get an apartment with the two of them… She was embarrassingly quick to accept.
Admittedly, she had been struggling to find a place where she could afford to pay rent alone, and also be able to save up extra money on the side to help her parents out. Even with a job already lined up, the city was an expensive place to live, especially for a single teen. It's not like pro heroes just started making bank right off the bat. She would have to climb the ranks just like any other job, prove her worth in the eye of the people, in the eye of the nation.
She would.
And eventually she wouldn't have to worry about money ever again.
But until then…
"Really?" Ochako asked, completely taken aback by the very unexpected offer, that she could not have seen coming in a literal billion years. "I mean definitely, I'd love to! But.. are you sure?" Her gaze automatically slid past Kirishima's easy smile to where a much less thrilled looking Bakugou stood beside him. "Bakugou?"
"Tch." Was his immediate response, not even bothering to look at her. His eyes were fixed on what must have been an extremely interesting scuff mark on the hardwood floor. "Whatever, it's not like I care either way."
As far as Bakugou goes, that snappy response was just about as good as she could have hoped for. No death glares, no name calling and not a single curse? And to think, three years ago the hot-headed blonde would have been more likely to blast a hole through the roof than even entertain the idea of sharing a living space with either one of them. It took him two solid years to even admit that he and Kirishima were friends and he had still yet to say the same about any of his other classmates, Ochako being no exception.
Kirishima good-naturedly threw his arm around Bakugou's shoulder, where it sat for a solid few seconds before it was ultimately shrugged off with an unimpressed eye roll. "It'll be fun! We'll be able to hang out all the time. Not to mention how much we'll save splitting rent three ways."
"I like the sound of that." She already felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders, with less financial stress to worry about so close to final exams. "Have you guys already found a place or?"
Please say yes, please say yes, please say—
"Yep! Already been pre-approved and everything." Kirishima supplied, lowering her stress levels even further. "Kat's parents already paid the security deposit too so no worries about move-in costs."
Bakugou glared at him, as if that little detail was completely irrelevant and then grunted out, "There's only two bedrooms."
The two of them stared at her, looking almost nervous as they waited for a response, like they were convinced she was definitely going to change her mind about rooming with them.
She laughed. "Okay, so how will sleeping arrangements work then? I'm totally cool with taking the couch. Unless, are two of us sharing a room? Me and Kirishima?" She tilted her head to the side slightly, half talking to them and half wondering out loud.
Both boys turned away from her to hide their faces, each turning red for an entirely different reason.
Kirishima still hadn't fully recovered, and the tips of Bakugou's ears were glowing. "What the fuck sense does that make?" Bakugou scoffed, shoving his hands angrily in his pockets. "You would be the last person to sleep on the couch, airhead."
Ochako was unfazed, already having moved on to bigger and better things. "Ooh, we could get bunk beds!" She beamed, practically bouncing at her own brilliance.
Bakugou looked incredulous, while Kirishima looked equal parts happy and surprised. "You're so cute, Uraraka." He said in earnest, rubbing the back of his neck. "But that's not-"
"Oi! Who says shitty hair isn't getting the single?" Bakugou cut in, sending the redhead into a laughing fit.
"Ohh." Her eyes widened a little, and then so did her smile before she directed her full attention to Bakugou. "I just thought that you'd definitely want your own room. So what do you think.. bunk beds or a room divider?"
For once in his life Bakugou was actually at a loss for words at how nonchalant she was being about the whole situation, about her damn sleeping arrangements.
"Yeah, what's it gonna be, Bakubro?" Kirishima nudged him in the side with his elbow, all smiles and wiggly eyebrows.
"Fucking bunk beds?" He finally managed with a snort. "What are you, five?"
Uraraka pouted out her lower lip. "Don't be mean, roommie."
"Ugh, don't start." He was beginning to regret asking her already.
"We can figure it out later!" She squealed in her excitement. "Might be easier if we see the place first."
"Looking forward to it." Answered Kirishima, meaning it wholeheartedly.
"There’s nothing to figure out," Bakugou said, "You’re getting your own room, idiot."
Then before anyone had time to react, Ochako slipped her arms around Bakugou's waist. He stiffened as she pressed flush against him for an impromptu hug, head buried in his chest. "Thanks, you guys. I really needed this."
Bakugou didn't know what the fuck to do, because his brain was mush and very few people had ever had the gall to hug him before, likely not interested in an early grave. So he just stood there like an idiot, hands in his pockets, not hugging her back (but oddly enough made no attempt to forcibly remove her either). Ochako didn't seem to mind, because she held on until she was good and satisfied.
Before Bakugou could even think to push her off she was already moving away on her own. She didn't apologize for invading his personal space, and some part of him was actually relieved. He hated when she said sorry about every little thing, almost as much as he hated it when people didn't just own their decisions.
Ochako got on her tiptoes and threw herself tightly around Kirishima's neck directly after, practically jumping into the monstrous arms that immediately reached around to hold her back.
In three weeks her life would be very different than it had been for the last couple of years, and she couldn't be more thrilled to start a new journey.
As it would turn out, Mina asked her to room with a couple of the girls later that week.
Knowing she had such amazing friends made her heart wrench. For so many reasons, it would make more sense for her to get a place with the girls, but she had already committed and would never dream of going back on her word. Besides, a new chapter in her life was about to unfold and while her girlfriends were a great source of comfort, Ochako was ready for a new challenge.
It didn't hurt that Kirishima and Bakugou were two of the coolest, strongest people that she'd ever known.
Maybe she could even learn a few things from them.
… … …
They didn't talk a lot about their plans to move in together, though the news had spread like wildfire. Everyone in 3A was completely and utterly floored, both that Ochako was even considered as a viable roommate option and that she actually agreed. Izuku was probably the most shocked, jaw literally hitting the floor when he tripped over his own legs and face planted after she'd happily announced her moving plans.
Safe to say her best friend was a bit jealous of a world where she got to spend so much time with his precious Kacchan. More than that though, Izuku was relieved that she had finally found somewhere safe and affordable to live. Knowing that she'd be around plenty of friends would certainly help keep his overactive mind at ease while he was away in America too.
… … …
Diploma in hand, and an ungodly amount of pictures later, and it was finally time to stop crying with her classmates and get a move on. Ochako's room had been packed for ages, so when Kirishima texted her that they were ready for her stuff in the moving truck, she only had to hurry back to her dorm to change clothes.
Both boys showed up to help Ochako move her stuff down and even knowing roughly about her family's financial struggles, the fact that she owned so few things still baffled them. She missed the envious look that they exchanged when she stripped her furniture of gravity, taking her bed frame in one hand and her dresser in the other and hauling them both out the door.
Her entire life was packed into the truck in five minutes flat, ready to take their old things to their new apartment.
… … …
Unloading the truck was a cinch, since they mutually agreed to risk everything for the sake of convenience. They decided against walking three sets of furniture through the lobby and into the elevator that they'd have to take up and down too many times, for a smarter solution (or a stupid one, depending on how you looked at it).
Kirishima headed up to their place on the ninth floor, and got into position on the balcony. After a single successful test run, Bakugou gave her the okay and Uraraka made the first box weightless, handing it over to him to launch into the sky, where Kirishima was waiting to catch it.
It worked perfectly. Once he took it inside, she released her quirk and moved on to the next.
The only items that wouldn't fit through the sliding glass door were their bed frames and mattresses. Kirishima had already taken his up, with a little help from Ochako's quirk, which only left her and Bakugou. Even after everything else they'd done to ease their move in process, he still stubbornly insisted that he didn't need her to make his stuff weightless and that he could handle it on his own. Which must have been an argument for the sake of arguing, since he relented almost immediately, making it seem like he was doing her a favor.
The two of them easily made it through the lobby to wait for an empty elevator. Ochako headed up first, shortly followed by Bakugou who caught the next ride.
"You guys better not have asked me to room just so you could abuse my quirk." She lifted a teasing eyebrow at the two of them and could have sworn that she saw the tiniest hint of a smile ghosting Bakugou's lips.
Kirishima just sent her a mischievous wink before taking off to explore their new home.
"Wow, this place is really nice!" Ochako's eyes lit up with surprise as she followed the boys through the layout. There were a million worse apartments they could have ended up in, and no doubt that Bakugou's family connections were responsible for their good fortune. She thanked the gods that they gave her a chance, though she still had no idea why they didn't ask Kaminari or even Mina, both of whom they were better friends with.
"I knew being friends with you would pay off one day." Kirishima nudged Bakugou and was shoved across the room. Luckily Kirishima caught himself before he could smash a hole in the wall, five minutes into their one year lease. He smiled triumphantly, "Kidding, dude."
Bakugou just grunted before stepping into the moderately sized bathroom.
"Seriously?" Ochako chided. "You guys are going to tear down the walls before we even settle in."
Kirishima rubbed his neck with an apologetic look. "We'll be on our best behavior, right Katsuki?"
"No."
Ochako took that as a yes and wandered off to explore the bedrooms. One was obviously bigger, so she headed to the smallest of the two and felt her insides fill with giddiness. The room was comfortable, the perfect size to fit her sparse items and still have a little room left over for some yoga or board games in the middle. There was even a small closet to store her clothing, so if she really wanted to she could get rid of her dresser and have even more room. Her old dresser was perfectly fine though, so no way she was just gonna throw it away.
After quickly moving her things to her room, she flopped down on her threadbare mattress that laid directly on the ground and dialed her parents.
Voce mail.
She didn't have any time to feel sad about missing them, and she shouldn't anyway, considering she had just seen them earlier in the week. Still, she sighed.
"Knock, knock." Kirishima leaned against her door frame and peered around her unpacked room. "Gonna convince grumpy to let us order pizza for our first night in. Any requests?"
"Absolutely not. Fuck no!" Came the thundering response from Bakugou, who barrelled into her room seconds later.
"Got something against good food?" Ochako laughed, sitting up.
"Tch. You call grease and cheese good?"
"Uh, yeah." She and Kirishima replied in unison.
"Dumbasses, we haven't even unpacked."
"So.. if we unpack, then?"
Bakugou rolled his eyes to the moon and stomped off towards the pile up in the living room.
"Time to get to work then." Ochako slapped her palms against her cheeks and hurried after them, deciding that she could set up her room privately at the end of the night.
Bakugou insisted that he wasn't sharing a fucking room with shitty hair even as he was singlehandedly carrying his best friend's bed into the room. "There's no damn space," He pouted, tearing into his boxes to start setting up.
Ochako perked up from the other room, "You could always-"
"Cheeks, I swear to fuck if you mention bunk beds again I'm throwing you out the window."
"Good thing I can float," Was her smug response as she stepped beyond the threshold of the boys' room, challenging him with a pointed look. "And anyway bunk beds are cool."
Ochako sprinted out of the room cackling at the same time that Bakugou jumped up, and Kirishima had to physically block the doorway to deter him. "Now who's gonna be at fault for property damage?" The redhead jokingly chided her back.
"Bakugou!" She shouted defiantly, then before she actually did cause him to blow a fuse, she returned to the scene of the crime with her hands in the air. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Bunk beds suck. Let's order pizza."
Much to her relief, Bakugou's faux anger fizzled out and was replaced by a haughty smirk.
An hour later they were sprawled across the barren living room floor, staring at Bakugou's tv screen, which was the only piece of furniture the room held.
Aside from household essentials like toilet paper and dish soap, which had somehow completely slipped their minds, they also needed to come up with some real furniture…
… … …
Ochako had never been a morning person, but it was surprisingly easy to get in the habit while living with two other early risers. Bakugou was a psycho and Kirishima had gotten used to waking at ungodly hours years ago, for early workouts with aforementioned psycho.
It didn't take long to realize that sleeping in the vicinity of two hyperactive boys was nothing short of impossible. With Bakugou always cooking and cleaning right outside her door and Kirishima constantly creeping into her room to feed her bacon (much appreciated) or pounce on her while she slept, she eventually gave up altogether and started waking up at the ass crack of dawn too.
Now she was usually up and making coffee for Bakugou, while he took his turn in the shower. He liked his coffee black, a villainous move if she'd ever seen one. Personally, she never liked the stuff, even with fancy creamers. Ochako often drank tea instead, which Kirishima was happy to drink with her.
The whole thing was oddly domestic, and didn't feel nearly as weird as it should have. It took almost no time to get comfortable living with two guys who she'd never been particularly close to.
They all sat around in the mornings and talked over breakfast (which they took turns making). At least they have that time together, carved out in their routine, in case they don't see each other the rest of the day. Hero work was often hectic and spontaneous, so their schedules didn't always align, but for the most part it wasn't so bad.
Kirishima was much dirtier than she originally thought, and not in a household chores kind of way. Ochako wondered who else knew about that side of him, because she certainly didn't before they became roommates.
One morning he made a joke about blue waffles when her blueberry egos popped up, and when she had no idea what he was talking about he just stood there snickering and sharing Knowing looks with Bakugou. That's also how she found out that Bakugou was a traitor. He easily convinced her to Google photos, only to die laughing after she started gagging in her mouth. Needless to say, Kirishima ended up with an entire box of free waffles that week.
Aside from breakfast, they each had their own separate foods, like protein bars or mochi, that they knew nobody else would touch. They typically ate lunch at work (if there was time), but Bakugou always made time for dinner.
Ochako knew from UA that he was very capable in the kitchen, but never knew that he actually enjoyed cooking. Now she's seen it on his face, the content look he gets while sauteing vegetables or wrapping sushi. It was obvious that he liked knowing exactly what went into his body and Ochako couldn't help but admire how peaceful he looked when he was in his element. She'd never eaten so many amazing and healthy meals in her entire life as she had in the first few weeks of living with Bakugou and it was nothing short of a blessing, since she needed her body to be at pique performance for catching criminals.
His biggest fault was putting too many 'seasonings' in everything, which was really just spice. Ochako thought black pepper was too spicy half the time, so the fact that all the blonde's seasoning containers and sauces had warning labels and skulls on them was concerning. Kirishima must have been a dragon in another life, because apparently he liked eating fire too, while on more than one occasion she had to flee to the kitchen to rinse her mouth under the sink. Each time Bakugou would roll his eyes like she was the most dramatic person he'd ever met and holler about how she could make her own damn food if she didn't like it, but then the food started to magically get more tolerable and she realized that he was mostly all bark.
They each washed their own dishes throughout the day, and she and Kirishima took turns doing the after dinner dishes. Ochako had always kept her space somewhat tidy, never wanting to cause any additional trouble for her parents when she was younger and carried the habit into her teen years, but Bakugou liked things clean. She made a serious effort to leave her shoes lined neatly by the door when she got home and was always mindful of her dirty laundry after showers. She accidentally left her bra behind the bathroom door once and Bakugou nearly had a meltdown when he stumbled upon it, swearing at her to keep her personal items private.
When she found his discarded briefs in the same spot a few days later, she said nothing.
The hardest part about living in close quarters with boys was how often she found them shirtless. They walked around like it was the most casual thing in the world, while her insides secretly turned to molten lava and threatened to burn the building down.
Kirishima was the biggest offender. Honestly, he should've gotten a ticket for the amount of times he caused a traffic jam in the hallway. Ochako wasn't used to seeing half naked bodies and sometimes her feet just stopped working. Kirishima seemed to take her fluster as a compliment, because she could swear he started walking around like that even more, just to mess with her head. Bakugou grew tired of it quickly and now he just picked her up and physically moved her out of the way in order to carry on with his day.
Bakugou wasn't off the hook either. He sweat through his shirts more than she ever could've imagined, so she couldn't really blame him for stripping as much as he did. She could blame him, however, for where and when he chose to do it. Sometimes in the middle of dinner he just decided he was too hot and lifted his shirt over his head, leaving Ochako and sometimes Kirishima to choke on their mouthful of food.
Little by little the three of them had gotten to know each other better. Of course Kirishima and Bakugou already knew each other pretty well, but Ochako wanted to know them too. All she knew before was mostly surface level and it made her want to burst through their barriers and drag their secrets out. Bakugou was hidden beneath so many layers of stubbornness and anger that she couldn't help but wonder what insecurities he was trying to suffocate. She'd spent years trying and failing to figure him out.
It wasn't until after they'd left UA, and secured jobs with big agencies, that he finally seemed to relax a little. He was undoubtedly less hostile. He didn't necessarily like to talk, but he was communicating more, both through actions and with his words. It was almost like making it that far was all he really needed, and even though he still swore to all hell that he'd be number one some day, she was pretty sure that even if he never did, he'd be okay.
Kirishima, in many ways, was the opposite of Bakugou. On the outside he was always a beaming bundle of joy, who could and would make friends with anyone. He rarely let his demons show, but everyone had them, so Ochako knew they were in there somewhere. Her biggest priority was to let him know that he could always count on her, and open up to her if he needed to talk. They'd get there.
Overall, the unlikely roommates were doing really well.
… … …
"Aww come on!" Ochako pouted, "It's our two month anniversary!"
The very word made Bakugou bristle, even though he knew it wasn't attached to any real meaning in this instance. "What the hell is two months. Why not one month or six months?"
"I wanted to do one month, but Kiri had to work that parade, remember?"
Bakugou huffed in lieu of a response.
"Please?" She pouted harder.
"That shit doesn't work on me."
"I'll make you dinner for a week!"
Bakugou looked at her like she had suddenly sprouted two heads, which only made her pout more. "Hate to tell you shrimp, but if that's the best offer you got then you're shit outta luck."
"Why are you so difficult?"
"Why are you so damn persistent?"
Persistent was a much nicer word than he could've used, which made her feel like she was getting somewhere. "Please, Baku? One little drink?"
"The fuck have I told you about calling me that?" He pinned her with a glare. "No."
"Fine." She deflated, catching the blonde's satisfied expression, wrongly thinking that she had given up. "I'll start your evil, torturous workout plan."
That caught Bakugou's attention. For some reason he really wanted to train her, but she was busy enough as it was and everyone knew how overbearing he could be, especially when put in charge.
Of course he still wanted to be difficult about it. "Tch. You should be fucking honored."
"I am." She confirmed, putting on her most agreeable tone, that was admittedly a little more sultry than intended, but whatever. His scowl softened just a bit and she took the opportunity to get closer to where he was leaning against the kitchen counter. All she had to do was stroke his ego, right? She penetrated his personal space, mocha eyes the size of saucers, and peered up at him. "It's not everyday that the future number one hero gives a girl special attention."
She noticed how hard he swallowed and felt a tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, wondering if she sounded as flirty to him as she did to herself. That wasn't what she had been going for. It just.. came out that way.
Maybe not, because Bakugou hadn't shouted or blew anything up or even tried to move away from her.
"Damn straight." He breathed shallowly.
"What's going on here?" Kirishima asked, cutting through the tension that she was almost convinced she was imagining.
Ochako took a step back, closer to the safety of the living room and smiled wide as she stared into smoldering carmine eyes. "Bakugou is going out with us tonight."
"One. Fucking. Drink."
"Damn, Ochako! What did you have to do to pull that one off?"
"The usual." She shrugged. "Just sold my soul to the devil."
The devil's smirk was feral.
… … …
"Kiri," Ochako whined, "Carry me!"
Bakugou scoffed, sliding out the other end of the Uber and walking around the car to meet them. "What, are your goddamn legs broken?"
"No." She swatted him. "I can walk and I can float, but that's not what I want."
"What do you want?" Kirishima asked smugly, leaning closer to her ear, ready to make her say it again.
"You." She said, staring directly into Bakugou's eyes, very much talking to Kirishima. She turned and let the warmth of her breath skim over the redhead's neck. "..To carry me."
Ochako gasped, then giggled when Kirishima bent down and pulled her onto his back. She adjusted herself, arms falling loosely around his neck while her legs wrapped firmly around his waist.
"You're wearing a fucking dress." Bakugou reminded her in a not so friendly tone.
Her cheeks heated slightly, as one hand quickly shot down her backside to feel for the hem of her dress, drawing Bakugou's eye. "You can't see anything, right?"
"Idunno!" Bakugou's face flared red as he stalked off ahead of them. "Wasn't fucking looking."
Kirishima just laughed and followed his friend through the entrance of their apartment building and into the elevator, which he had to all but force Bakugou to share with them.
The ride up was fun… For Ochako anyway, and possibly Kirishima, who kept hoisting her higher every time he claimed she was slipping. Each time she giggled and squeezed him tighter, burying her face in his warmth.
The ride was not as much fun for Bakugou's grouchy ass, who had to stand there like an idiot and pretend not to notice the way shitty hair gripped the backs of Ochako's thighs, inching way too close to her-
"Yay, we're home!" She beamed, jumping off Kirishima's back and unlocking the door.
"Bout fucking time."
"Come on man, don't act like you didn't have fun."
"Tch." He slammed the door behind them and nearly broke the lock turning it.
"I had a great time," Ochako supplied, digging into the main pocket of her tiny backpack. "And look… We can have even more fun."
Two sets of eyes widened as they fell upon the full bottle of alcohol that she was flaunting.
"Where did you get that?" Kirishima asked.
"Housewarming gift from Mina."
"That little-"
"Hell yeah, thank the Gods for Mina and her older boyfriend." Kirishima cheered, swiping the bottle.
"He's not her boyfriend." Ochako snorted. "They just… Fuck."
Ochako didn't speak like that, so hearing a dirty word roll off her tongue so casually caught both boys' full attention.
Bakugou accidentally let his gaze trail down her body in a searing once over that she absolutely noticed. Only two months out of school and she had changed her wardrobe up a bit, opting for a more mature look than the cute, pink outfits she used to wear. That night she had decided on a short, emerald dress. Off, it looked like a plain garment, free of bells and whistles. But on, it fit her like a dream, hugging each delicate curve of her frame. It fell to mid-thigh, right at her fingertips and plunged just a tad bit at the breasts. Nothing overly revealing, but the look that Bakugou was giving her said that the dress was made for her.
"Oh?" Kirishima asked, and his curt response left Bakugou wondering if he was just as stunned.
Ochako shrugged, lifting her leg to unclasp the strap of her chunky heel. "Yeah, I mean.. sometimes in this line of work you just.. don't have time for a relationship." She gave up on her shoe and slid onto the seat that was beside the front door. "You guys know how stressful it can be. Sometimes you just need a… Release." Her glittering eyes snapped up in time to watch Kirishima gulp. Bakugou's gaze was fixed on the floor, more specifically, on her shoes.
She watched him as she extended one leg, pointing her toe at Bakugou and fixing him with a silent question when he looked up.
Kirishima stood a little further back, towards the dining area, watching the interaction with rapt attention.
The next stretch of time seemed to drag on forever, as Ochako held her breath for an answer. Seconds felt like minutes as embarrassment began to settle in her cheeks, branding them red. Too much time had passed, heavy silence rang in her ears and the sting of a second set of eyes to witness her rejection finally made her call it.
Maybe she hadn't been clear enough..
Or maybe you just made a fool of yourself.
Keeping her legs closed, she planted the sole of her shoe on the wooden chair, knee resting under her chin as she began to unlatch the strap herself. An overwhelming aura of 'Make no mistake, I can do it myself. I was just extending an offer.' hung in the air as she pushed the strap through the first loop. She wasn't upset, how could she be? It was a crazy thought, brought on by her recent horniness, instead of logic. She read the room wrong, and now she knew. Tomorrow she would pretend it never happened. No regrets.
Logically, Bakugou knew that her request had absolutely nothing to do with him removing her shoe. He realized that it was just a wordless invitation, infinitely less embarrassing than outright suggesting… what he was pretty sure she was suggesting. Help her with her shoe, help her with… Other things. But even as he fully understood that she was not trying to belittle him with her physical request, his stupid fucking brain would not let him accept without weighing the pros and cons. The only con being.. that he would look like a goddamn idiot if he was wrong about this whole thing, and he just helped a grown woman remove her shoe like some fucking caretaker.
What was ten seconds of possible humiliation compared to the chance of… Exactly what, he wasn't sure, but he was damn well trying to find out. He also didn't know exactly who he would be ruining an opportunity for. Himself? Kirishima? At approximately the the same time that he watched Ochako withdrawal, closing the door on whatever possiblity he may have had, he realized that he may have just fucked up a once in a lifetime chance for his friend too.
If there was ever a time that Kirishima wished he had telepathy, it was right then, while his stubborn best friend threw away years of hopes and dreams. What was worse was that he knew just by looking at Katsuki that it was because of the
damn shoe thing and nothing else. He wanted to shout at him to read between the lines!
Just as he made a move to sidestep the idiot and take his place, Bakugou finally reasoned that taking a girl's shoe off wasn't the worst thing imaginable and now they just had to hope it wasn't too late.
Ochako could easily have taken the long hesitation to heart and slammed the door on her whole stupid idea. It would be simple enough to play it off like she was just tipsy and needed help with her shoe, instead of maybe ruining years of friendship. Hense why she hadn't just blurted out 'fuck me' in the first place. She could have laughed, and asked them what they were doing just standing there, staring. Maybe the boys would have known the truth, that she was just covering up her rejection to save face, or maybe they would have chalked the whole thing up to having dirty teenage minds and decided that they'd imagined her insinuation, and none of them would ever speak of it aloud. But she really wasn't going to be petty about her roommate taking a few extra moments to decide if he wanted to potentially 'fuck up the friendship' or not, so when Bakugou suddenly knelt down, firmly grasped her ankle and made quick work of sliding her heel off… She accepted his answer by releasing the breath that she'd been holding for far too long.
Her shoe was dropped to the floor, the sound bringing her gaze up to meet Bakugou's and for the first time she saw an unfamiliar gleam in the same red eyes she saw everyday. Before he could move on to the next shoe, Ochako was pleasantly surprised to find that Kirishima had come to do it himself. Deft fingers toyed with the freshly shaven skin of her lower leg, drawing lines of lust from her knee down to her ankle and her heart pounded through her chest as he carefully pulled the high heel off.
Kirishima placed a hand on Bakugou's shoulder, silently suggesting that they give her some space and not fully trusting that he wouldn't mess things up if left to his own accord.. like he had almost done a minute ago.
Thankfully Bakugou took the hint, backing away from Ochako. He plopped down on the sofa, leaving an empty cushion between him and Kirishima.
Ochako stood up, gathered her special occasion shoes and smiled to herself as she carried them to her bedroom. Once inside, she double checked her makeup, smeared on some cherry chapstick and tapped her blazing cheeks for encouragement.
Assuming that she had gone to change clothes, the boys were pleasantly surprised to find that she'd returned in her slinky little dress.
She didn't give herself time to wonder what had gotten into her, or question how far things might go, because admittedly she hadn't thought that far ahead. The last thing she wanted to do was psych herself out, so she did the only logical thing she could think of, and wedged herself between them. "You wanna play a game?" She asked quietly, nerves skyrocketing as she angled her body towards Bakugou.
She expected a different answer than the one she got.
"Yeah."
"Don't destroy the couch when you find out what it is." She watched him tense slightly, but when she pivoted and stretched her legs over his lap, he relaxed.
Her back was to Kirishima when she turned and glanced over her shoulder at him. "Kiri?"
"Okay."
She carefully leaned back until her head was resting in his lap. He groaned and they made brief eye contact, before she shifted her gaze to anywhere else. The three of them were dead silent, but she was close enough to Kirishima to hear how loud his heartbeat was and it made her brave.
Bakugou was the first to break the silence. "What are the rules?"
"There are no rules." She told them, then remembering that they just returned from meeting the rest of the 'Bakusquad' at a sketchy bar, that didn't check IDs, she added. "And just so you know, I only had one shot."
Her eyes widened when she felt Kirishima twitch beneath her. Very manly to get excited from the knowledge that a girl's in her right mind while consenting.
"I just wanna get to know you guys better." She said, shifting her legs in Bakugou's lap. "I feel like you know each other so well, and I don't know much at all."
Realizing that it was going to be a question game, Bakugou did contemplate fleeing to the comfort of his bedroom, but the thought of leaving Ochako to shitty hair (and ONLY shitty hair) kept him glued to his spot. Kirishima was an open book, so if he didn't wanna look like a total jackass, he was gonna have to suck it up and answer a few stupid questions.
"You can ask me anything you want." Ochako said. "But if either of you don't wanna answer something, just say so."
"How long have you wanted to do this?" Bakugou asked, never one to waste time.
Wow, her face was burning already and they hadn't even started. Who knew that suddenly coming onto one's friends would be so embarrassing? "Idunno." She laughed nervously, "You guys just… Gods, you never wear clothes!"
"Tch. Blame shitty hair over there."
"Dude.." Kirishima gestured to the girl currently lying on top of them. "You're welcome."
"I blame both of you." Ochako snorted. It's not like Bakugou was any better. "Why'd you ask me to room with you?"
"Bakubro shot everyone else down."
"Oi-"
"Oh?" Ochako rolled her head to meet Kirishima's eye with a curious eyebrow raise. "So I was a last resort then?"
"What, no! That's not what I-"
Smiling up at him, she slid a soothing hand up his arm, squeezing his rippling bicep along the way. "I'm just teasing, Kiri."
Kirishima rested a heavy hand on her upper ribs. "I only suggested the rest of Bakusquad." He told her, using his other hand to play with the loose strands of chestnut hair that were sprawled over his lap.
"Why me?" She asked Bakugou, who groaned, like she'd just asked him for the world's biggest favor.
He let out a long suffering sigh before staring up at the ceiling. "Find you slightly less annoying than the others." Was all she got.
The prickly blonde's high praise made her chest swell. For all of two seconds..
"Do you watch porn?" Kirishima asked suddenly, all smirk and no shame.
"I mean.. y-yeah, sometimes."
"Hot." The redhead declared, at the same time that Bakugou laid a heavy hand on her thigh, just above her exposed knee.
The feeling of hands on her body, even in pg-13 places, was already affecting her. She knew it was a pointless question, since she already knew the answer, but her brain was short circuiting and she needed a minute to think. "What about you guys?"
Bakugou snorted an, "Obviously." At the same time, Kirishima laughed, "Every day."
"Have you ever-" Bakugou trailed off, clenching his jaw when he couldn't articulate what he wanted to ask. "Fuck. Have you ever done anything in here?"
Kirishima looked at him like he was an idiot, while Ochako just giggled. "Depends on what you mean by ‘anything?"
"Do you ever, You know.. ?"
"Bro, are you trying to ask her if she masterbates?"
Ochako hid her face in her hands, because this was officially the strangest conversation she'd ever had, even though it honestly wasn't that bad. "Yeah." She admitted before Bakugou even had to
confirm. "Of course I do."
"Where?" Bakugou asked again, selfishly skipping turns, not that anyone seemed to mind. "Anywhere weird?"
"I mean.. I don't masturbate in the kitchen or sneak into your room or anything." Ochako blushed at the very thought. "Bathroom, I guess. But we've probably all done it in the shower by now.."
"Fuck." Bakugou breathed, unconsciously dragging his hand over the thicks of her thighs.
Ochako's eyes fell shut and she willed her heart rate to calm down, because a hand on her leg should not be getting her so worked up.
She was embarrassed to ask, but suddenly it was the only thing on her mind and she couldn't remember any of the questions that she had previously backlogged. "Have either of you ever.. thought about me.. Like that?"
Bakugou shifted but stayed silent, his hand even stilled and for a moment Ochako really regretted asking.
Kirishima sent him a pointed look before rolling his eyes, because Katsuki was just so stubborn for no reason. He moved the hand on her ribcage further up, thumb lightly grazing the underside of her clothed breast and making her breath hitch. "Are you asking if I'm attracted to you, or if I've ever jerked it thinking about you?"
A surge of heat flooded her core, a visceral reaction to hearing him speak like that. It was enough to make her squirm and he hadn't even answered the question.
Before she could clarify, his other hand ghosted over the column of her neck and when her eyes fluttered open he stared into them and said, "Doesn't matter because the answer is yes either way."
When she opened her mouth to speak, a whimper escaped instead. Having reached his limit, Bakugou took the opportunity to push further up her thigh, and beneath her dress.
The way Kirishima was looking at her made her positively melt. He was solid beneath her and she wondered when exactly it had happened.
"Do you use toys?" He asked.
She nodded, eyes heavily lidded. She wasn't exactly sure how the entire game turned sexual, but she didn't think she could take much more 20 questions foreplay. "Mhmm."
Her mind went blank when Bakugou suddenly rubbed two fingers against the lace of her panties. Her moan was wanting.. inviting, and in response two pairs of hungry eyes bore into her, setting her skin ablaze.
Hot. Her body was on fire, as her outer leg slowly slid off the couch cushion, opening herself up for Bakugou.
The invitation was clear, and he was through with games. He switched positions until he was kneeling between her parted legs. Both ginormous hands raked up her thighs and over her hips, yanking her panties off and throwing them to Kirishima.
Kirishima caught them, smirk growing maniacal when he saw the absolute mess that she'd made in them. "Shit, Ochako." The crotch of her underwear was heavy with slick. She hardly had any time to be ashamed of the fact that Kirishima was openly staring at her dirty panties before he stretched out a long tongue and licked the sopping material for all it was worth.
"Fucking soaked." Bakugou thought out loud. "Gonna ruin the couch."
"Shit!" She cried, trying to sit up. They hadn't even paid it off yet.
Bakugou couldn't care less and made it known by subduing her with a firm hand that pressed her back down. His other hand touched her pussy for the first time, spreading her leaking fluid through velvet folds.
Her chest heaved, clutching both the side of the couch and Kirishima's muscular leg, whatever she could reach. Ochako was nervous before, but even as she laid in their laps and answered sexual questions, it didn't feel completely real. Now that Bakugou was touching her bare flesh and Kirishima was (she only just realized) massaging her boob through her dress… It was actually happening. Months spent secretly dreaming of her friends' naked bodies and they were finally, finally-
"You gonna make a mess, baby?" Kirishima asked, hand sliding down the front of her dress to feel her naked tits. His breath was ragged when he found that she was braless underneath.
"Can't." Ochako said, already breathless from their attention alone. "Bakugou likes things clean and I don't want to get on his bad side."
The hot-headed blonde flicked over her clit once. He couldn't decide if he should punish her for being a smartass or praise her for saying his name, for even considering him while she was in such a disheveled state. His thumb and finger spread her lower lips open, using his other hand to hold her in place at the hip. "Have you ever been fucked?"
"Touched?" Kirishima chimed. "Licked?"
"No." Ochako answered easily, shaking her head and unconsciously rubbing it into Kirishima's groin. "I've never wanted anybody before."
"Oh man…" Kirishima groaned.
Bakugou pinned her to the couch with a sinister glare, cock straining against his pants, while his fingers teased at her opening. "What about- Tch. You dated that shitty fucking-"
"No." Her teeth scraped over her bottom lip, looking the beast in the eye. "Deku never touched me. I never wanted him like- Nghl ahh!
Possibly the sexiest thing he had ever heard, Bakugou was already languidly pumping two fingers into her all encompassing heat, trying his hardest to be somewhat gentle as he worked her open. "Goddamn, you really haven't been touched."
Kirishima was having the best night of his life. Just him, his best friend and the girl they were about to share. "Only graduated for two months and your sweet little act vanishes into thin air."
"Mm- It's not an act!" She pouted at him, before her eyes rolled back and completely undermined her. "I was never horny before. You guys ruined me- nngh Baku!"
"Yeah, we're gonna fucking ruin you." Came Bakugou's threatening response.
As his thrusts became more erratic, Ochako found herself being pushed further onto Kirishima, until she was practically all the way on top of him. Her head was resting comfortably on the pillowy arm of the couch, dress bunched up around her hips, leaving her pretty pink pussy on display.
Kirishima's hot hands trailed down her body, silently brushing Bakugou from the small of her waist, as he reached the hem of her dress. As soon as he began to lift the material away, she raised (to the best of her ability) and let him pull it over her head.
"Fucking knew you were hiding abs." Bakugou muttered under his breath.
She was naked. Completely naked in front of her friends slash roommates slash colleagues. The fact that they were both still fully clothed made her feel like an absolute whore, which only made her wetter.
Ochako couldn't even properly freak out or think a single self conscious thought. The light behind her eyelids was blocked, and when she opened them in a curious blink, the fiery redhead was quick to capture her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as the intimacy sent a new wave of arousal through her body and straight onto Bakugou's waiting digits.
Kirishima was a very good kisser, so good in fact, that she couldn't even remember the name of the only other guy that had ever touched her lips. He caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples, soft lips shielding her from jagged teeth, as he kissed her further into the couch. The hand on her chest gave a parting squeeze before sliding down her stomach to cup her pussy.
She chased after his lips with her own when he pulled away to whisper, "You're way too perfect, Ochako. So beautiful-"
"So hot."
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled herself up to be closer to him and reignited their kiss. If Bakugou had any complaints about having to move closer to Kirishima to keep playing inside her, then he was smart enough to keep them to himself.
Kirishima's thumb on her chin coaxed her mouth open and she happily swallowed his tongue, moaning into his mouth when his hand moved from her mound to join Bakugou's.
She heard grunts from two different guys and then a third finger dipped into her searing heat. Bakugou and Kirishima worked together, thick, rough fingers coated in her essence and sliding against each other to stretch her wide.
She was so full and so wet. She felt her juices running down her ass and broke their kiss, panting and flushed, with a warning. "I- ahh mmm- I might actually ruin the couch."
"Fuck this couch."
No amount of horny was going to convince her that ruining brand new furniture was okay. She lifted her head to protest, meeting Bakugou's intense gaze. "No, no.. We gottaaaahh-" Only to fall weakly back against Kirishima seconds later, when he rendered her useless by slamming into her harder. Now fully seated in the redhead's lap, she could feel his hard-on pressing into her ass cheek, causing her inner walls to clench around their fingers.
With no warning, Kirishima pulled his finger out and drug his slick pad over her clit, while she shuddered against him, whimpering uselessly.
She was so worked up that one swipe was already threatening to send her over the edge.
"You're gonna cum for us now." Kirishima informed her. "All over Katsuki's hand."
Bakugou groaned, curling into the walls of her cunt, while running his free hand up her thighs, hips and waist. Unable to decide which part of her he wanted to touch most.
Ochako nodded compliantly, relaxing into Kiri's hold as he swept over her clit with deliciously calloused fingers, a mix of rough pleasure that had her eyes watering.
Any experience she had sexually, had been gained during their short time living together. Before then, on the rarity that she actually touched herself she never climaxed. She wasn't kidding when she said they 'ruined her'. After only a week surrounded by half dressed sex gods she knew she was utterly screwed.
Admittedly, her first thought was that she had made a terrible mistake moving in with them. Being trapped in a confined space with two guys she could never have was cruel and unusual punishment. Her solution ended up being a double edged sword, since the toys that she bought to satiate her growing need only added more fuel to her burning lust.
Every orgasm that she'd ever had had been reached with them in mind. Listening to their melodic voices through her bedroom door, surrounded by the mouth watering scent of their body washes in the shower. And now the two hottest guys that she'd ever laid eyes on had their large, dexterous hands all over her supple body, with promises to absolutely wreck her.
Ochako's threadbare tension snapped after Kirishima pushed his thumb into her mouth. She couldn't even offer a proper warning. All her pleas turned broken and unintelligible on her tongue, moans became breathless and shallow in her throat as she clutched onto Kirishima's arm and tightly gripped Bakugou's hair. She grinded needily against the hands assaulting her, until she was left a pathetic, writhing mess, spasming uncontrollably around their fingers.
Bakugou, she noticed before she went completely limp, had gotten significantly closer to her and Kirishima as he pressed against them both to watch her come undone.
She could faintly hear the two of them cursing and exchanging words, but for a few earth shattering moments, she was lost to the world.
Her blissed out expression and appreciative purring were proof of their victory, and it was no wonder that as soon as she gathered the strength to move again, she kissed the redhead and then practically threw herself at Bakugou.
Even after she had spread her legs for him and he'd buried his fingers inside her, she still found it surprising when he didn't immediately throw her off. He tensed only briefly, probably more startled than anything else, before accepting the weight of her trembling, naked body.
Bakugou was side by side with his best friend, arms touching, as he submitted to Ochako running her hands over his neck and jawline. Her breath was already warm against his lips before she pressed her mouth to his.
Their first kiss was almost soft, as he slowly snaked thickly muscled arms around her slender waist and held her against him like a lifeline. Everything else faded into the meaningless background. All except for Kirishima, whose hand was freely roaming her ass and dipping between her thighs to catch her dripping cum. Their usual roles were reversed for one tender moment, before Bakugou grunted and bit down hard on her bottom lip.
The next few minutes were a dizzying haze of passion, hands on every part of her body, electrifying every nerve. One moment she was sucking Bakugou's tongue and the next Kirishima's had taken its place, while the fierce blonde left sloppy, searing kisses down her throat.
She was halfway on each of them, lower half rubbing against their sheathed lengths, letting her mind wander to horrendously debauched places. Her breath was liquid fire when she licked up Bakugou's neck, savoring the hint of sweat and soap and something sweet, and rasped directly into his ear, "I want you," before turning to Kirishima and whispering, "Please.."
"Tell me what you want, Ochako." Kirishima thrummed, kissing the side of her mouth.
For some inexplicable reason, words were more embarrassing than actions, which is why she started by silently tugging his shirt off. She turned to Bakugou next, who just quirked an eyebrow in amusement as Ochako bit her smile back and all but tore his shirt off too. "Can't believe you guys actually managed to keep your clothes on this whole time."
"If you want something, speak up, Cheeks." He actually cracked a smile, smacking a hard hand across her firm ass, making her giggle a moan.
"Or just take it." Kirishima added, with a smirk, eyes flickering down to his strained groin.
Ochako's half lidded gaze drifted down too, shuttering at the suggestive lilt in his tone. Never one to back down from a challenge, especially in front of two of her favorite up and coming heroes, she moved her slender hands to his belt and began to fumble with the clasp.
Her heart was frantic with anticipation, none of which was from fear or nerves. She was with people that she trusted with her life, she had never felt safer. She was with friends.
Just a couple of friends who she was deeply, and wholeheartedly attracted to.
..Whom she wanted to fuck.
"Damn cheeks, it's not going anywhere." Bakugou chuckled darkly. The realization of how fervently she'd been tearing Kirishima's pants off made her blush, but he didn't mind one bit.
Kirishima nudged Bakugou's side. "Come on man, her enthusiasm is-"
"Fucking sexy." Bakugou finished, before the redhead could utter something ridiculous, like 'cute'.
Compliments from Bakugou were almost completely non-existent, so obviously her chest tightened in response.
With his pants thrown to the ground, Ochako wasted no time palming at Kirishima's very large and very visible erection, through his briefs.
"You sure this is what you want, Ochako?" He asked, setting his own lust aside. "There won't be any going back after this."
True, but her relationship with the two of them would be forever changed now anyway, whether she stopped right then or not.. and no part of her wanted to stop.
"What I really want.." Feeling emboldened, she chewed on her inner cheek, stilling her hand and making him sweat, "Is your fat cock in my mouth."
Kirishima lost his cool, eyes immediately looking to Bakugou to make sure that he'd heard her correctly, only to find that Bakugou was just as stunned.
Uraraka Ochako saying, 'cock' was possibly the most shocking thing to ever happen, even as she was ass naked and being passed between them.
Without any further delay, she pulled Kirishima out of his underwear, until his heavy sack rested atop the waistband. Her mouth literally watered at the sight of him. Just like the rest of Kirishima, it was big and beautiful, with neatly trimmed red hairs. His skin was hot and smooth and hard in her hand as she took hold of him, experimentally stroking his shaft.
Kirishima's eyes snapped shut with a curse at the direct contact, so he didn't notice that Bakugou was also openly staring.
"Baku.." Ochako whined, breaking through his lapse in sanity. When he looked at her, her eyes blown wide with desire flitted down to the erection pressing against his own thigh. She bit her bottom lip and tilted her head slightly in Kirishima's direction. It was as clear an invitation as someone could get without words, a silent command to strip and continue what they'd started.
Bakugou already had a, 'Don't tell me what to do, Goddammit' in the chamber, old habit, but it died on his tongue as his cock twitched with want. Gently helping Ochako off him, he stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, while she repositioned herself to better please Kirishima.
Bakugou's mind was already going a million miles a minute, still trying to wrap around the drastic turn that their night had taken. He about lost it when Ochako got on all fours, arching her back and presenting her ass for his viewing pleasure, as she bent down to lick his best friend's dick. It wasn't until she glanced over her shoulder and sent him a sultry look that it truly hit him.
This was happening.
He was about to fuck the very tiny girl that had demanded his attention first year and unknowingly held it ever since. He was about to pull off the ultimate team up with Eijiro.
As unbearably horny as he was, he was also a pro hero and not a total scumbag, so even though he knew Ochako was on birth control, (which every hero agency covered free of charge, if so desired) he still gathered his composure and went to his bedroom to grab a condom. He wasn't about to risk either of their dream careers for a spontaneous night of unadulterated fun and as much as he would truly, truly fucking love to fill her with cum, it was better to be safe than sorry. Thankfully, he knew where Kirishima kept his condom stash.
Ochako had never been so exposed in her life, with her ass in the air and her weeping pussy on full display, for Bakugou of all people. She licked a teasing stripe up Kirishima's length, relishing in her first tastes of him. From behind her, she heard the tear of aluminum, and then the unmistakable sound of Bakugou rolling a condom over his length. The wetness coating her thighs was proof of how much she ached to be filled, legs unconsciously spreading wider for him to take her from behind.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined losing her virginity in a threesome with two of her best guy friends. Even in her fantasies she'd only ever pictured herself with one of them at a time, so how she'd gotten lucky enough to pull this off was beyond her.
She was suddenly very thankful for the obscene amount of time she'd spent riding her dildo the last few weeks.
With one hand gripping Kirishima's base, scorching breath ghosting over his bare skin, she finally sank her whole mouth around him. Something slightly tangy pearled from his tip, giving her a hint of what was to come. With an appreciative moan, she lapped it up, stroking him slowly while she sucked on his sensitive head.
"Bakugou..." She called out around a mouthful of Kirishima's cock, doe eyes blinking up at him through long, dark lashes.
He was behind her in a zealous flash that made her squeak, kneading her ass with sweaty palms. "Fucking hell, you've got ass for days." He growled, giving her a test smack.
Kirishima sent him a look that read, 'Yeah dude, as if you didn't already know that with how often you check her out.'
"Yeah?" Ochako smirked, coating saliva over the readied dick in her face, "Guess my workout regimen isn't as 'shit' as you claim.
Another (harder) smack left her cheek red and jiggling, punishing her for making him eat his words.
"She likes it." Kirishima grinned cheekily, "I can feel her purring."
"I am not purr- ngggh!"
Bakugou's fingers sliding through her slit again, redistributing her essence, cut her off at the thought and she mindlessly grasped the redhead tighter.
Kirishima hissed, hand going to the back of her head, to run through her hair. "Feels so fucking good, Ochako."
Up until that point, she had only been teasing Kirishima while she waited for Bakugou to join them. Now that he was ready, head lined up with her entrance, she was so fucking horny she could burst.
"Look, I know this is your first time, "Kirishima started, "So don't worry about trying to-"
Bakugou chose that moment to ease the tip of his cock into her glistening pool of heat, ready to take things as slow as she needed. He could be patient. Ochako, not so much. The second he was inside, she slammed her hips back and took him until his balls slapped against her damp flesh. Her moan was a choked sob that was muffled significantly as the pleasure of being stretched and filled relaxed her throat enough to bury it around Kirishima's throbbing erection.
Fuck!" The boys groaned in unison.
Bakugou sounded like he'd lost every last ounce of composure, as he held her hips in a bruising grip, already needing to catch his bearings. "Wh-what the hell? I was trying to be gentle."
"Mm, when have I ever asked anyone to be gentle with me?" She challenged.
Well, challenge accepted.
Kirishima wasn't fairing much better, head thrown back against the couch, with one hand resting at the back of her neck.
She was too far gone to respond, not that she could anyway with her mouth stuffed full. Ochako's eyes were in the back of her skull, near brain dead as she let her body take over on instinct. She slowly lifted her mouth off Kirishima, delighted by the way his breath hitched in time with her movements. She swirled her tongue languidly around his head and ignored Bakugou completely until he finally took it upon himself to withdraw the entirety of his intimidating cock and then force it back into her.
"That what you want?" He growled, "Want me to tear your virgin cunt?"
"Gods yes!" She wailed, cheek smashed against Kirishima's thigh as she cradled his shaft in one hand and licked eager stripes over his heavy nut sack.
Bakugou started rocking into her at a steady rhythm, while Ochako gently sucked each of Kirishima's balls into the inviting warmth of her mouth, lavishing them with attention before retreating to run her drooling tongue up the thickest vein in his dick.
The faster she was pounded, the sloppier her sucking became. The pornographic slurping and wailing trapping her in an endless cycle of pleasure as her lewd sounds riled the boys up even further. Kirishima tangled his fist in her hair, getting carried away in the moment and accidentally pushing her head down too far, only realizing what he was doing when her lips kissed the hair at the base of his cock and she gagged harshly.
"Shit, sorry," he said, letting go quickly.
Ochako was slow to rise, taking her sweet time to lift off his twitching length. Tears leaked down her cheeks, streaking her skin with black eyeliner and mascara, and thoroughly blurring her vision as she tried to look him in the eye.
"Use me," She gasped in a plea, guiding his hand back to her hair, before sinking her mouth around him again.
Bakugou took up the invitation too, gripping her hips with such burning ferocity that she could already feel the bruises forming, a souvenir for the days to follow. Using her body to anchor himself, he fucked into her with reckless abandon, as he watched the show unfolding before him.
"I'm- fuck! I'm gonna bust, dude," Kirishima groaned, licking his lips as he watched Bakugou's wet dick disappear deep inside Ochako's tight pussy, her inner walls clinging with every retraction. For his own part, he repeatedly slammed Ochako's head down to take his full cock, slapping her chin with his drawn balls. The scene looked almost violent in nature, but she took it like a champ, eyes rolling back and moaning around his hefty girth, while saliva pooled between his thighs and ran down his ass crack.
"Almost there," Bakugou grunted weakly. He'd already been trying to prolong the inevitable for far too long, thinking of every disgusting thing his brain could conjure up. But it was near impossible to hold back his load given the fact that Kiri and Ochako were the only two people he'd ever found even remotely attractive outside of a very occasional one time hookup, not that either one of them had a clue. Releasing his death grip on Ochako's hip, he slid one hand around to tease her swollen clit again.
Ochako's breath escaped her in an almost tortured whimper, but she was in anything but pain. There was too much to concentrate on all at once, dick filling her from both ends, her whole body alert and alive with the sensation of being fucked so thoroughly. Better in every conceivable way than practicing with her toys in private, and wishing for the real thing. The fingers on her clit were too much, the last card she could handle before she felt herself toppling from sensory overload. She didn't even know whose hand it was at that point, was struggling to remember who she even was. And then Bakugou shifted and the last of her remaining coherency vanished entirely. His cock hit her just right, in a way she previously only knew of from reading too many 'romance' novels. Everything was muted while her hearing went out, all she could do was feel. Kirishima had lifted off the couch and was bucking wildly into her mouth, so vigorously that she couldn't even warn them that she was about to cum. Hard. The buildup in her lower belly felt different than when she gave herself an orgasm, more intense in every way, but she guessed that was to be expected.
A few more especially hard thrusts, of merciless strums over her sensitive bud and her orgasm came with a vengeance. It felt like a dam had broken as she screamed around Kiri's length. The vibration echoing through her throat sent him spiraling too. Ribbons of cum lashed across the back of her tongue as he pulled himself free and finished in her mouth, for her to properly taste.
"Holy shit," Bakugou rasped. Her cunt clenched around his shaft, while Kirishima panted and all but collapsed back on the couch. Thick strings of saliva and cum hung off the head of his best friend's still throbbing cock, red and raw and pretty. Bakugou stilled behind Ochako, squeezing a handful of her ass while he came hard enough to see white. He was still rubbing her through her release, cooing and praising her, even as she squirted warm droplets across his fingertips.
She was practically gargling Kirishima's cum, as she moaned, too far gone to care about the fact that she could feel a surplus of fluid leaking down her inner thighs, could hear it splashing against the cushions. Bakugou stroked her clit until she was crying and squirming from the overstimulation, until she couldn't hold up her body weight and she fell into Kirishima's lap for support. Leftover cum smearing against her blotchy pink cheek.
The world was still for a long minute before she felt Bakugou pull out, and she whined at the abrupt lack of cock, as he fumbled with the overflowing condom. Footsteps across the apartment signaled its disposal. There was still heavy breathing, from her, from them.
"She's humming," Kirishima whispered, and then he was brushing the strands of hair from her smiling face, and all she could do was lay there in a puddle of her own mess. Uselessly.
Some time later, when she was able to control her limbs again, she sat up with a deep groan, knowing she was gonna be sore for the foreseeable future. It wasn't until she stood up to stretch that the horror of what she had done hit her in full force. The couch was soaked. Their brand new couch.
Seeing the look of panic on her face, Kirishima placed a soothing hand on her back. The last thing he wanted was for her to regret the whole experience. "Don't worry about it, squirting is sexy," He told her, but she was already distraught, turning to pout into his bare shoulder.
"It's not a big deal," came Bakugou's voice from the kitchen, where he was already dressed in a clean pair of briefs and pulling a variety of different cleaning supplies from under the sink. "It'll come out."
"Think it already came out, bro," Kiri chuckled, finally tucking his spent penis back into his underwear.
Ochako covered her face, and prayed for death.
When Bakugou reappeared, she couldn't even look at him, not wanting to see whatever cruel look was sure to be in his eye at the inconvenience she'd caused. "I'm so sorry, I swear this has never happened! Why don't you let me do that?" She offered, peeking between her fingers as she built up the courage to face him.
Bakugou didn't look like he wanted to throttle her though, he actually looked more relaxed than she'd ever seen him. There was only a ghost of a furrow between his brows and his mouth was almost kind of upturned. In a sort of.. smile?
"I got it," he said, eyes still ablaze with lingering lust as he glanced up at her from the floor, where he was arranging bottles of chemicals and washcloths.
Kirishima whistled, "Damn Kat, how often you makin girls squirt, that you already have a recipe on hand?"
"Dumbass," he replied with no bite, then, "Who says it's just girls?"
Ochako bit her lip to stop from grinning. She turned and poked Kiri's reddening cheek. "Aww, he's blushing!"
"You," Bakugou said, directing his attention at her, "Are due for a shower."
Fair.
She didn't even get the chance to go on her own before he snatched her right off Kirishima's lap and carried her into the bathroom himself, turning the shower on and tossing her into the lukewarm stream. Which was a mistake on his part. Anything other than scalding water might as well have been freezing to Ochako, who unconsciously reacted by yanking Bakugou in to warm her up. She ignored his cursed protests, scrambling to press against his heat. Her nipples were little beads of glass that stabbed into his abs.
"Cold, cold, co-"
Her back hit the cool tile and she gasped. Bakugou's mouth closed over hers, effectively swallowing her noises. His tongue was against hers, licking, tasting, savoring the lingering flavor of Eijiro's cum as he sucked it from her taste buds. He broke away to kiss her neck, breathing hoarsely against her goosebump ridden skin. "You did good," He breathed, "Taking two dicks."
"Hey, no fair!" Kirishima pouted, finding the two of them together in the shower, with the curtain open. Bakugou still had his underwear on, cock hard all over again through the sopping wet briefs clinging to his muscular thighs and low hanging sack. "Did you just come in here to get away from me?"
"What, no!" Ochako objected, "I was just cold and-"
"I should go clean up," Bakugou announced, stepping out of the shower to take his leave. He slapped Kirishima on the back as he walked by, pushing him towards the shower to take his place.
"Yeah, you wanna keep me warm, Kiri?"
"Fuck yeah."
"Hey, Bakugou?" She asked, before he disappeared around the corner, "We're good, right?"
"Real fucking good," He said, and they all knew he meant it. "But if you two get water all over the floor, so help me God."
"Yeah, yeah," Kirishima laughed, stepping out of his underwear and giving Bakugou a nice view of his rock solid ass.
"You suuure you don't wanna join?" Ochako shouted, moaning when Kiri lifted her up and pressed her against the shower wall.
Bakugou scrubbed his face with both hands. He was already half hard again and hearing every little sound echo through the hallway was guaranteed to make things worse, "You horny little shit," He growled, "No way three of us can fit in there."
"Only one way to find out, bro," Kirishima winked, and Bakugou's cock pulsed, making the decision for him.
Sometimes you just need a little release.
This one’s been a long time coming.
Drop a like or comment if you want more, I contemplated a second chapter but am fine with a oneshot too.