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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: F/M, M/M, Multi Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia Relationship: Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku, Midoriya_Izuku/Todoroki_Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya_Izuku, Kaminari_Denki/Kirishima_Eijirou/Midoriya_Izuku Character: Midoriya_Izuku, Yagi_Toshinori_|_All_Might, Bakugou_Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Shuuzenji_Chiyo_|_Recovery_Girl, Kirishima_Eijirou, Kaminari Denki Additional Tags: Multiple_Partners, Blow_Jobs, Public_Blow_Jobs, Public_Sex, Bakugou Katsuki_Swears_A_Lot, like_a_lot, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Rough_Sex, Underage Sex, sex_related_near_death_experiences, or_Izuku_is_terrible_choosing his_sexual_partners, Dekubowl, Everyone_fucks_Izuku, and_All_Might_wants Izuku_to_STOP, Anxiety, References_to_Depression, dunno_if_i'm_gonna_go deep_into_the_depression_department, but_like_Izuku_has_ISSUES(tm), and he_finds_the_worst_outlets_for_his_Issues, Dirty_Talk, Bad_Dirty_Talk, Verbal_Humiliation, all_the_kinks_srsly_let's_just_go_completely overboard_and_explore_ALL_THE_KINKS, Kink_Exploration, Trans_Character, Trans_Todoroki_Shouto, Trans_Male_Character, unprotected_sex, Vaginal Sex, the_length_of_these_tags_is_getting_ridiculous, Slow_To_Update, because_i_have_a_terrible_full_time_job, Dry_Humping, Praise_Kink, Poor Life_Choices, Being_Walked_In_On, Aromantic_Kirishima_Eijirou, Fuck buddies??_idk, Self-Hatred, Implied/Referenced_Self-Harm, but_just_like scars_no_one_does_anything_dont_worry, also_hear_me_out_what_if_deku_does fuck_mineta, and_during_their_sex_mineta_just_shoves_one_of_his_balls..., i'll_stop_right_here, i_swear_i'll_organize_these_tags_at_some_point_but today_is_not_that_day, Erotic_Electrostimulation, Threesome_-_M/M/M, insert_eye_emoji_here, yall_were_waiting_werent_you Stats: Published: 2017-07-10 Updated: 2018-01-02 Chapters: 4/? Words: 28438 ****** Keep a Tally ****** by OverexcitedDragon Summary All Might is very fond of Izuku, he could even say the boy is like a son to him in some ways... Which makes constantly walking in on Izuku having intercourse with several different classmates even more of a traumatizing experience than it really should be. Or: Izuku fucks all of his classmates and All Might needs him to Stop. Notes The working title of this fic was "Oops, I Did It Again" If you enjoy my work and want to support this aimless young adult, buy_me_a_coffee! See the end of the work for more notes ***** R.I.P. Izuku Midoriya, Beloved Son And Student, Died Sucking Dick ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes High school was not easy in and of itself, but for Heroes in training it was especially hard. Arduous physical training was a near daily task, and as necessary as it was, All Might still pitied the students some days, if only a little. Watching the shaking limping bodies leaving the school building held together by casts and crutches, or just peppered with band-aids, made his heart a touch heavier every time. But he knew that was the path they chose - the path of the Pros, and every wound and broken bone prepared them a little bit more for their dangerous, deadly future. Nevertheless, he worried about the young teenagers, getting a taste of the harsh life ahead so soon. He worried a tad more about his own pupil, though. A frail boy, born quirkless, hastily trained to withhold extreme power, and now in possession of a quirk that turned out to be self destructive. All Might might seem strong minded, but at every lesson he gave the young Midoriya, he wavered, wondering if he was truly pushing the boy towards the right direction, or if he was unknowingly misleading him. Due to that uncertainty, he felt an intense duty to care for the boy's well-being. You could say he felt a fatherly duty, even. That duty was what led him - puffed chest and One For All in minor blast, just enough to ensure his identity - to Midoriya at the end of an especially rough school day. Aizawa had whipped up a never-ending thread of endurance tests, culminating in 30 laps around the courtyard - only Iida, Bakugou, Todoroki, Asui, Momo and Tokoyami finished, the last three only barely. A handful of students passed out, most of them cried, and Mineta threatened to call the police on Aizawa, resulting in an added 10 laps that he never got close to finishing. All in all, it was a tiresome day, and All Might thought it’d be a good moment to bond with young Midoriya. Take him for ice cream, talk about… things. Probably. There weren’t many things to talk about that weren’t related to One For All. But they’d find some... Probably. He headed towards the lockers, hoping to find Midoriya there. The school was mostly empty, since the students usually drag themselves home as soon as classes are over on the toughest days to sleep the bruises away, but he did remember seeing young Uraraka and Iida going home without their friend, so he was certain Midoriya stayed behind for some very important business. Or so he thought. He thought so highly of Midoriya. So very highly. Which was a very hard image to sustain after he reached the entrance to the locker room, halting his cry of “YOUNG MIDO--” to give way to a shocked gasp, both noises that the two boys somehow managed to either not hear or simply ignore. Bakugou was leaning back against the lockers in his student outfit, but with his shirt pulled up to his chest. And Midoriya… Was kneeling in front of him, also fully dressed, mouth wrapped around Bakugou’s cock.     -     Midoriya was sucking him off quick and hastily, precum and saliva dripping down his chin, his left hand holding Bakugou’s thigh and his right hand jerking off whatever he couldn’t fit inside his mouth. “Fuck, Deku, c’mon, you can do better than that…” Bakugou said, his voice heavy, with a wicked smile pulling at his cheeks. "You're not that fucking useless, are you?" Midoriya frowned, trying to convey his best I’m doing the best I can expression, when Bakugou grabbed his hair by the roots, holding his head in place. It was a painful grasp, and Midoriya gasped at that, reflexively pushing Bakugou's unbudging hand away. As his head was being held in place, Bakugou started fucking his mouth rough and fast. Midoriya squeezed the wrist keeping him captive as hard as he could without using One For All; at first to try and make Bakugou release him, but after a while he remembered his childhood friend was not one to give up, so he held his wrist as a leverage instead, to keep himself steady while Bakugou ravaged his mouth. Midoriya let his jaw go slack, giving way so he'd just get on with it. It's not that he didn't enjoy it, he was just annoyed by Bakugou's hastiness. But the feeling of Bakugou's cock heavy against his tongue, fucking his throat, filling up his mouth... it was nothing short of arousing. The hair pulling and the rough thrusting were definitely not deal breakers either. Midoriya closed his tearing eyes as Bakugou fucked his mouth relentlessly. He focused on the sweet feeling of being choked and hurt, on the lewd wet sounds of Bakugou thrusting into his mouth, burying himself to the hilt. Midoriya brought one of his hands down, keeping the other locked around Bakugou's wrist. He hastily pulled his own dick out of his pants, already hard and leaking, and jerked himself off as Bakugou did his best impression of “praising” , sucking air through his teeth as he blurted out, " Fuck, Deku, that's it, your mouth feels so fucking good... Only thing about you that isn't fucking useless, yeah...?" Midoriya moaned around Bakugou's cock, frowning at the same time. He wasn't sure how he felt about his dick twitching after being called useless. "'S like you were made for this, Deku. A fucking cocksucker 's what you are, all you're good for," Bakugou chuckled. He pulled Midoriya's head slightly to the side, watching as his cheek bulged with Bakugou's cock. Then he pulled his own prick to popit out of Midoriya's mouth, jerking himself off to the sight of his rival drooling spit and precum out of his wide open mouth. Midoriya's eyes opened slightly to see Bakugou's face, making the blonde smile even wider. He could feel his knees soaking wet from the gross mix of liquids dripping from his chin. He wasn't happy with Bakugou's idea of pulling his cock out, so he tried his best to convey his request, opening his mouth even more and letting his tongue drop, eyes fixed on Bakugou's prick before looking back up into his eyes. Bakugou laughed a bit too loudly for someone who was trying not to get caught. "Deku, look at you, you fucking cheap whore, you're begging for it!" He wasn't interested in keeping his voice low anymore, which made Midoriya frown and close his mouth to purse his lips at him. His display of annoyance didn't reach his own cock, though, which leaked and twitched more with each demeaning word. He'd have to review his own life choices after finding out one of his kinks was humiliation, of all things. "No, you don't get to close that fucking mouth," Bakugou hissed, tightening his grip on Midoriya's hair. "Open. I wanna come inside your mouth, and you better fucking swallow. My hands are sweaty as fuck and I'm this close to blow your fucking head up." Add threateningto Midoriya's increasing list of questionable kinks. He did as he was told, opening his mouth once again. Before he was even done opening it all the way, Bakugou made a point of shoving his cock inside with no hesitation.     -     All Might had cold sweat dripping down his chin. He was frozen by pure shock, not moving an inch from the corner that somehow gave him a perfect view of the young boys'... Activities. He didn't know if he should stop it, or even if he should make his presence known at all. His eyes were watching Bakugou's sweaty hand in Midoriya's hair, and as much as he knew the boy had an amazing control of his own quirk, he had no idea what could drive him to accidentally activate it. But most of all, he didn't know what to think of the... Situation. Was Midoriya being coerced? He was such an honorable student and hero-to-be! With an awkward and shy personality to add, it was hard to believe he'd put himself in this situation... Let alone enjoy it.But seeing as he was jerking himself off and moaning, he couldn't be against much of what was happening... He should stop this, he decided. He was a teacher, a Pro! He's supposed to guide his students, and even moreso his pupil, he couldn't let such devious actions happen in school grounds! He had a duty! As he made his decision and was just about to leave his corner of shame, Bakugou leaned his head to the side, swearing as he opened his eyes... And locked them with All Might's. What All Might thought was going to happen: Bakugou would immediately stop his actions, show shame in them and push Midoriya away to leave. Whatactually happened was certainly not that: Bakugou smiled wide and wicked, he looked even more nasty, All Might dare say, at that moment, he looked like a villain. "Go on Deku, I'm gonna fucking come," he said with his eyes still on All Might, who was now once again frozen by sheer shock, his unwavering smile faltering. "You better swallow all of it."     -     Midoriya was so close, but he knew silence wouldn't help him with that. So he squeezed Bakugou's wrist, hoping he'd get the message. "Yeah, Deku, take it all in, you fucking cock slut," Bakugou said immediately, he started speaking a touch louder, and his grip seemed to falter a little bit. Was he distracted by something? "Fucking savor it, that's what you like, right? Some hero you are, sucking cock like a damn whore... I wonder what All Might would say if he saw you in this state..." Midoriya was so damn close, but that last sentence just made him plain uncomfortable, and he was just about to pull away and tell Bakugou just that , but the blond held his head in place, burying his cock in Midoriya's throat and keeping it there, hips and hands shaking from pleasure. Midoriya forgot all about Bakugou's words at that moment, his head and vision suddenly blurring with the feeling of a throat full of cock, Bakugou’s pelvis pressed against his nose, the smell of sweat and musk filling up his nostrils and oxygen finding no way towards his lungs. He pumped his own prick one, two, three more times and rolled his eyes as he came all over his hands and uniform. The guttural moan that came out of his mouth, vibrating around Bakugou's cock, was what drove the blond off the edge. Bakugou looked in All Might's eyes as he came. Look at your favorite student, look at the kind of person he is , his eyes conveyed, look at what I can do to him, just like that. At that moment, a whole lot of things happened very quickly. Despite his afterglow, Midoriya managed to feel the intense heat coming from Bakugou's hand and smelled the distinct stench of burning hair . He knew for a fact Bakugou wasn't intending on taking his hand off of his hair, since his grip did nothing but strengthen. Midoriya focused One For All on his right hand, squeezing Bakugou's wrist and pulling it away. He suddenly felt a gush of air behind him and noticed a shadow falling over them, Bakugou's wrist was pulled away from his grasp (by Bakugou himself? No, that was too fast and he wasn't in the right mind to have quick reflexes like these), at the same time, he felt his mouth being filled with warm cum... And heard a deafening explosion right beside his ear. Midoriya reflexively pulled his head away from the explosion, grabbing at his left ear (was his hand broken because of One For All? He wasn't sure yet, there were too many things to focus on). He tasted warm bitter cum dripping down his mouth... And another warm liquid dripping from his ear. He was on the floor, holding himself up with the hand that was wet and sticky with his own semen, he released his ear and looked at his left hand. Blood. Not from his hand, though, he noticed now it wasn't broken. He felt the warm liquid on his neck now. Great, his eardrums most likely ruptured. Who would've thought a blowjob could result in permanent hearing loss. “Oops…” Midoriya heard Bakugou say. As he turned to look up at the other boy, he saw a glint of sweat trailing down Bakugou’s face. The blond tried his best to withhold the shocked look on his face, but to no avail. It was obvious he wasn’t planning on blowing up Midoriya’s head, and the scene of what would’ve happened had his hand not been pulled away kept playing behind his eyes. Midoriya’s thoughts immediately froze as he took notice of the shadow that fell over them a second prior. He looked up. And All Might was there, holding Bakugou’s wrist up and away from Midoriya with shaky hands. All Might's smile faltered. "Young Bakugou, Young Midoriya," he said, eyes locked on Bakugou's, "make yourselves decent and come to my office." He released Bakugou's hand and walked away with noticeably shaking legs. Midoriya watched Bakugou pulling his softening dick back inside his underwear as the white noise inside his head gave way to the realization that All Might just saved him from the fate of having a headstone carved with the words "R.I.P. Izuku Midoriya. Beloved son and student. Died sucking dick." And also the realization that All Might just saw him sucking Bakugou’s dick. Listen. Listen , it wasn’t that he planned on doing so, he didn’t wake up that day thinking “today I’m going to give head to my childhood friend after school by the lockers,” it just happened. Kind of like when you plan on going to the movies but you end up spending time at a game store instead, Midoriya was planning on going home after school but he ended up giving head instead. After a long training session, they saw each other by the lockers, tired and sweating all over the place, they saw the tents in each other’s pants, they realized they were alone, they wordlessly reached for each other, they found a way to relax. No big deal. He knew it was a big deal. As Midoriya tucked himself back inside his pants and cleaned up the last drops of spit and cum from his chin with his already ruined sleeves, the possibility of being expelled kept playing in his head. It’s the most obvious outcome , he thought, I committed a serious infraction of the school rules not to mention an actual crime and I was caught by my biggest idol while doing so. Maybe All Might will actually give me another chance at staying by giving me a suspension and I’ll be able to just walk away with an apology but honestly nothing is ever going to make me forget the shame of being seen in such a despicable situation by the person I admire the most and now I’ll forever live with the fact that All Might not only saved me from dying twice but he saved me from dying due to sucking di-- “Oh my God, will you shut the fuck up with the damn muttering?” Bakugou snapped, apparently having recovered from the shock of nearly giving his childhood friend a closed casket funeral. “You’re the teacher’s pet and I was placed first in the admission exam. He’s not gonna do anything to us.” Midoriya blinked, not realizing until now he was muttering his thoughts. But as Bakugou’s words dawned on him, he had a sudden realization. “You knew,” he said, slowly. “Eh?” “You knew. You saw him. You saw him and that’s why you said that thing about what he’d do if he saw me like that,” Midoriya let himself feel angry for a moment. An anger he didn’t dare direct at Bakugou, but still let himself ruminate around it. Bakugou scoffed. “Let’s go, your Herois waiting for us in his office.” Midoriya rummaged in his head for a word of reprimanding, but as much as he’d grown in all these years, Bakugou was still a feared and untouchable opponent when the adrenaline of battle wasn’t taking over his actions. He pursed his lips as he silently followed Bakugou towards All Might’s office.     -     All Might had no fucking idea what to do. He really didn’t want to expel these boys. They were powerful and talented boys caught on a very delicate emotional growth spur. He didn’t want to crush their dreams and make them feel like all the work and effort they went through to get into UA and become Pro Heroes was for naught. That being said, he couldn’t just let them walk either. He searched through his own memories of teenagehood, trying to remember if there was any moment in which the adrenaline drove him to commit such devious actions. As Endeavor’s face and other parts of his body came into view, he promptly snuffed the memories back into the dark pit of regret where they came from. It was just the adrenaline, All Might thought to himself, and the fact that their bodies were still developing played a big part into it, of course. He kept replaying those words in his head with the hopeless expectation that they would make him forget the sight of a boy he had fatherly feelings for doing… that… He muffled the screams with his hands. All Might didn’t want to suspend the boys either. Every day and every lesson was an important step towards the path of the Pros, and preventing them from learning was, in his humble opinion, not the role of a teacher. Suddenly, the idea dawned on him. Detention. He could give them extra lessons and still punish them for their deeds by keeping them in school for longer than necessary and also by keeping them both in the same room for an extra hour every day. That was heavy enough punishment for both of them, he decided. As soon as All Might came to that conclusion, a shy knock came to the door. “Come in!” He said. Two very disheveled boys walked into the room. Midoriya walked ahead, looking like he just came out of a serious fight, face red with flush and grey with the ashes of the explosion that barely missed his head, blood trailing down his neck from his ears, hair singed and still smoking slightly, his pants peppered with wet spots and his knees soaked with spit and… Other liquids. Midoriya’s expression was that of one who awaited death and welcomed it. Bakugou, on the other hand… The boy was unwavering. He walked like he owned the place, chest puffed out and chin high up, the wet spot on his pants looked like he had urinated himself and yet that didn’t seem to bother him at all. The only sign that showed he wasn’t proud of himself was the lack of a smile on his face. Both boys sat down on the couch across from All Might. At an immediate loss of words, he simply sighed. “I believe you two understand the heavy implications of your actions, young men,” he crossed his arms as he spoke with an authority he was surprised to find in himself. “And I’m sure you know I cannot just let you walk without proper punishment for breaking school rules.” “Y-yes, sir…” Midoriya barely whispered, looking down in shame, hands fisting his soaked knees. “Yes, sir,” Bakugou said in a surprisingly proper tone. The boy was a delinquent but he knew when he couldn’t get away with an attitude. He was a smart lad. Too smart. “I understand it’s hard to grow up bearing such virility. Oh, the wonders of being young!” All Might found it in himself to smile. Midoriya looked at him with wide eyes and pursed lips. “All Might you’re shakin--” “The beauty of the deep friendship between two young lads! Nothing makes me happier than seeing you two getting along, but you must know that there are proper ways to exercise your bond! Ways that have no need for devious actions or near death experiences.” “Y-yes, sir--” “Therefore , I will give you both enough time to be able to do just that , by giving you one month of detention after school!” “Say what?” Bakugou choked out. “I’m sure you heard me correctly, young Bakugou.” Midoriya was shaking heavily, a weird mix of relief and disbelief played over his face. But Bakugou was… quiet. He kept his words and expression steady, not daring to talk over a professor in such a delicate situation. Or so All Might would like to think. The discrepancy between a Bakugou that looked him in the eyes as he was balls deep in his pupil’s mouth and a Bakugou that was afraid of challenging a teacher was extremely odd. Bakugou was a smart and careful lad, and All Might assumed he simply knew when to back down. The boy understood he lucked out in getting nothing but a scolding and detention. “Young Bakugou, you can leave,” All Might said. Bakugou got up to do so, but Midoriya immediately pulled at his friend’s sleeve in an oddly placed reflex. When the blond looked back at his pleading, desperate and embarrassed eyes, Bakugou sighed. “I told you you’ll be fine, teacher’s pet,” he said in a surprisingly not-so- aggressive tone. “Now let me go you fucking nerd.” He walked out of the room and slammed the door only slightly. Neither Midoriya nor All Might knew what to do with themselves the moment they were alone. All Might immediately deflated into his skinny shape, letting out a breath of relief and exasperation he didn’t know he was holding. Midoriya gulped as he looked back down on his lap. “Y-young Midoriya…” All Might started, clearing his throat. “Did you… Did… Did he coerce you...“ Midoriya’s eyes shot up, “No!” he blurted out. “It wasn’t like that! We uh… We just… Happened to do it…” His voice lowered with every word. “Ah, I see…” “He didn’t force me or anything… I was the one who came up to him… If anything, he pushed me away first and…” “You really don’t have to tell me all of the details.” “Oh my God I’m so sorry.” All Might sighed. “Just… Make sure you try to find… Other outlets for your adrenaline.” “Y-yes, sir!” The Pro looked at the disheveled boy in front of him, pitying him for his current appearance. Of all the classmates he chose to be intimate with, he picked the one with a thirst for blood and a quirk suitable for harming more than anything else. “If,” He started, gulping before he continued. “If you want, we could quickly pass by Recovery Girl to fix your ear…  I'll tell her you just got into a fight. Not sure if she'll believe it…” he watched Midoriya looking down in shame once again. “But, if you change quickly, we could go for some ice cream right afterwards. My treat.” The brightness came back to Midoriya’s eyes so quickly you wouldn’t think he had just had a sex related near death experience. “Yes, of course! Thank you, All Might!!” And that was the end of that. Or so All Might thought, watching the green haired boy running out the door with an innocence he never thought in his life would give way to the actions he witnessed that day. He didn’t yet know being the tutor to a teenage Midoriya was going to become an emotionally distressing job that would make him question his life decisions more times than he could ever imagine. Chapter End Notes There's no better way to erase the image of your wannabe child sucking their former bully's dick than to take them for ice cream. Cheers! ***** Burning Regret, Freezing Anxiety ***** Chapter Summary Izuku is really good at written subjects and can fuck pussy like a champ. Angst makes an appearance. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. Enjoy Chapter Notes Get it? Get it? Burning and freezing???? I've been playing Dream Daddy so my pun arsenal is cocked and loaded and I regret NOTHING I'M SO SORRY????? I TOOK A LONG TIME. Listen I have a full time job, I just bought the Switch AND Splatoon 2, I started playing Dream Daddy, and I draw in my free time. Writing has been HARD and this chapter specifically can fuck itself really I'm so sorry if this came out garbage but I hope the nasty smut at least is up to everyone's standards See the end of the chapter for more notes The next day promised an especially hard test on the history of heroics for the young students, crafted by All Might himself, who was forced to stay up all night writing the test because the ice cream trip with Midoriya took much longer than previously expected… Which is to say he underestimated how excited young Midoriya would be to have casual ice cream with his idol and how much he’d talk about his favorite superheroes and all of their quirks… In detail… With sources and references… And a PowerPoint presentation at some point. Yagi wasn’t annoyed or even discouraged to bond with the young lad, he was just overwhelmed. All these years working a physically and mentally exhausting job took a toll on his energy, and the shock of being unable to keep up with the young people was much heavier than he thought it would be. I’m getting old and cranky, he would think to himself with forced humor. Class 1-A was, as always, excited to see All Might making his dramatic entrance through the door. They looked relieved, some of them had tears in their eyes, a few actually thanked the gods between sobs. He questioned Aizawa’s teaching methods more and more every time he walked into this classroom. “Ah, All Might!” The Kirishima boy stood up, pointing to the Pro’s costume. “This is the Golden Age one, isn’t it?” “Right you are, young Kirishima!” He smiled widely. He was in his territory now, basking in glory, kids looking up to him… Not looking him in the eyes as they did unspeakable things to his pupil. He paused and cleared his throat before speaking again, trying to wave away the memory. “And there’s a good reason for it, as I’m sure you all know!” “Wait, Golden Age costume?” Bakugou frowned. Just listening to the boy’s voice brought painful shivers down his spine. “Does that mean--” “He’s the one who’s applying the history of heroics test.” “I was getting there, you half and half piece of shit.” “Oh, that’s so cool!” The Ashido girl squeaked, “You’re trying to inspire us and entice our memories by using your oldest costume!” “Or maybe he just thought it’d be fitting for the theme,” Asui pitched in. The class then started chattering wildly, making the Pro regret his decision of putting that costume on for the sheer purpose of looking cool. “Settle down, please, settle down,” Yagi found his voice once again. He pulled out the papers from the back of his belt, getting a handful of snickers and where was he keeping that from the students. So 15 year olds nowadays donormally have a dirty mind, generally speaking. He brushed off the slight embarrassment as he gave papers to the first of each row. “Please pass them to the back, and don’t even think of cheating! I can shift my visual focus 10 times faster than the average person!” He said with pride. As the students passed the tests to the classmates behind them, Yagi’s eyes fell on young Midoriya, who was uncharacteristically quiet. His face rested on his hand as he quietly muttered to himself about something that gave him a concerned look. When Bakugou quietly passed the papers behind him, Midoriya simply didn’t notice it. “Oy, useless Deku!” Bakugou short of screamed, “Get the damn papers before I shove them down your throat. Midoriya snapped out of his muttering state and both the student and Yagi felt their cheeks heating up. “K-Kacchan!” Midoriya reprimanded him before shyly taking the papers. Bakugou turned back to his test with a barely noticeable smirk on his devious lips. Forgetting the whole ordeal between young Bakugou and young Midoriya seemed unlikely, at least for a long time. Yagi sighed softly.     -     After the test, the students were given back - forced back - to Aizawa, who was once again architecting an evil one-on-one training in which they would have to figure ways to defend themselves against their classmates’ quirks. Out of all the students, the Kirishima boy seemed the most confident, while Bakugou seemed elated with the possibility of exploding his classmates repeatedly. Midoriya looked positively terrified. Yagi applied the test on Class 1-B right afterwards and then left for his office to correct them all. He had plenty to do to keep his mind off of anxiety inducing thoughts about his pupil. The hours passed, and by the time Yagi was done, he realized with a selfish pang of pride that Midoriya was the only one who aced the whole thing, writing down so much extra information that even the borders of his test were full of his excited handwriting. Midoriya wasn’t the best when it came to battle experience or fighting instinct, but when it came to subjects the other students struggled with - history, battle strategy, villain profiling, etc -, Midoriya was always ahead of everyone. The Pro couldn’t hold back a proud smile, and he quickly decided to congratulate the boy on a more than perfect score next time he would see him. The clock told him it was 3:45, so half an hour past the last bell. Yagi knew the students had other tests coming up, so they were either studying in the library or gathering in their own homes. Either way, Yagi could more than easily wait until the next day; congratulating a student wasn’t a top priority when they were all trying to go home as quickly as possible to study or run away from their sadistic homeroom teacher. He headed to the library to return the books he used for research the previous night, but nearing the place, Yagi saw Bakugou walking out of it. His head was low and he looked irritated. “Ah, young Bakugou!” He forced a smile. “I just corrected the tests, you did really well!” “No shit,” The boy spat as he reluctantly halted his steps. He seemed even angrier than normal, scowl harder than it was in the morning, and hands buried deep in his pockets. Bakugou noticed Yagi staring and turned his face away from him. He looked… Upset, almost. “Are you alright, Bakugou?” Bakugou winced. “I don’t need your fucking pity. You and your stupid teacher’s pet that everyone seems to want to protect…” He added, in a lower voice, “As if he’s fucking innocent, yeah, right…” Yagi frowned, “What happened, young B--” “You should put a chastity belt on your slutty fucking pupil before he fucks the whole building into falling in love with him.” Yagi’s smile wavered. Bakugou walked past him, speaking as he left, “They’re in the library if you wanna know.” The Pro was still frozen in place, processing the shocking encounter, trying to understand the words spoken to him. Young Bakugou looked almost hurt, which was a look Yagi never thought he’d see on the young man’s face. And those words… They kept replaying in his head, You should put a chastity belt on your slutty fucking pupil before he fucks the whole building into falling in love with him. Yagi frowned, does that mean Bakugou was not the only classmate Midoriya has been intimate with? Although Bakugou was famous for his taunts, and even if the Pro had no favorites, he trusted Midoriya’s words when he said he’d find better ways to bond… With Bakugou , he thought, I told him to find a better way to bond with Bakugou. He never said anything about the other classmates. Is that what was happening? He shook his head once more. It couldn’t be, Midoriya was a good student and pupil, he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Yagi pushed past his anxiety and Bakugou’s seemingly honest words, choosing to ignore them as he walked into the library. He flashed a bright smile to the librarian, who blushed as she fumbled with Yagi’s returned books. The Pro was about to leave the library, but saw a familiar object in the corner of his eyes. He turned to see Midoriya’s backpack hastily thrown in a seat in front of a table with a handful of history books. So the young man was actually still in school. They’re in the library if you wanna know. Yagi walked slowly towards the table, noticing someone else’s backpack. It was young Todoroki’s, more neatly placed on the seat next to Midoriya’s. For no reason other than sheer curiosity and wanting to congratulate the students who did so well on the morning test, for no other reason, he walked around the library, looking for the boys. There were plenty of students in the library, as the tests were looming over the youngsters for the next couple of weeks.  Most students were from the Department of General Studies or the Department of Management, since their tests were way more academically focused than the tests given to the Department of Heroics. They all sat fairly close to each other, Yagi noticed, and it looked like they were slightly desperate, almost as if they gathered without even knowing each other to study some more before the big tests. Yagi smiled fondly at the students. Keeping up with the UA standards was no joke, and every student gave their best and then some. Plus ultra , he thought with a huffed laughter, that’s how much they give. Yagi’s anxiety was soothed just a touch. Young Todoroki and young Midoriya were most likely just looking for more books to study on, like these other students were doing. It was a hard couple of weeks and everyone seemed so focused on doing their best, even the last placed students were way over the minimum score due to sheer willpower and lack of sleep. Yagi halted his search for the two boys to give the students a short pep talk. Most of them did a sharp double take and smiled at the Pro, dumbfounded. It’s All Might, he’s here! , they whispered to each other. Plus Ultra! They chirped, fists punching the air. Knowing his mere presence lifted the spirits of such desperate looking kids brought a warmth to Yagi’s chest. These small helpful acts that worked so well did wonders to his self esteem. Maybe he wasn’t that bad of a mentor? He continued down the room, eyes darting between the bookshelves looking for green or red and white heads. Yagi halted when he heard an odd noise. A hard breathing, panting, even, made its way to his ears. He frowned, thinking of the scenarios in which a student would be panting in a dark corner of the library. He casually left out the most obvious reason, pushing the thought away violently. It couldn’t be that. He walked closer to the noise, his heart dropping with every step. It was definitely that. Yagi could hear the very distinct noises of skin slapping softly against skin, repetitive wet noises, and the moaning. There are hundreds of students in this school, all of them are teenagers, it could be anyone. “M-Midoriya…” The unmistakeable sound of Todoroki’s ragged voice reached Yagi’s ears, and the Pro could only smack his own face. “Todoroki, sshhh... “ Midoriya hushed him softly, “Someone’s gonna hear us…” Yagi tried his best to turn around. He thought strongly of moving his feet, twisting his body, walking away. He thought very, very strongly of ignoring the wet sounds, the moaning and the panting. Yagi quietly slipped behind the bookshelf closest to the sounds. “Aah… Midoriya, please…” The Pro shifted the books in front of him, peeking between them to actually see the boys for the first time. “Todoroki… You’re too loud-- aanhh...” Yagi covered his mouth to muffle the gasp, staring at the scene in front of him. He wasn’t sure what shocked him, really. He honestly didn’t know what else to expect. Midoriya was sitting on the ground against the opposing bookcase, fully clothed with his pants and underwear just slightly pushed down on his thighs. Young Todoroki sat on his lap, legs straddling Midoriyas thighs. His pants and underwear were on the floor right next to them, but his shirt remained and the jacket fell slightly down his shoulders, giving Todoroki an even more disarrayed appearance. Todoroki had his knees planted on the ground and arms around Midoriya’s neck, easing his movements on top of the other boy. He rode Midoriya slowly, back arching with every move of his hips, Midoriya’s breathing was ragged and his hands hovered over Todoroki’s waist as though wondering if he would disappear if they finally touched. Todoroki saw Midoriya’s hesitation, smiling softly as his hands slid down from Midoriya’s shoulder, grabbing his wrists with a barely there touch and bringing them to his own ass, he pressed Midoriya’s hands against skin, encouraging, begging for him to grab and squeeze.     -     Midoriya’s mind was all over the place. The guilt snuck its way towards his mind only to be repeatedly pushed back by the feeling of Todoroki sinking down on his cock each time, enveloping him in tight warmth over and over again. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, it was wrong, he told himself he wouldn’t do it again. Why was he doing it anyways? To be absolutely fair, it was hard to think straight when there was someone riding you with so much gusto. Todoroki looked short of desperate, pussy tightening around Midoriya every time he sank back down, his pink lips hanging open and half lidded eyes pricked with tears. Midoriya watched in awe as Todoroki brought one of his hands down to touch himself, his shaky fingers brushing and flickering against his clit in unsteady motions. This brought Midoriya’s eyes away from Todoroki’s face and to the mesmerizing image of his cock disappearing inside Todoroki over and over again while his fingers played with the muscle. He sucked in his breath, squeezing Todoroki’s ass tight to bring a high pitched moan from the boy on top of him. Midoriya ignored the loudness of the moan, thrusting up into Todoroki to meet his hips. Todoroki fell forward, face hiding in the crook of Midoriya’s neck as he moaned softly, the feeling of being filled up over and over taking over his mind and body, making him think of nothing but how much he wanted more and more and more. His legs shook as every inch of Midoriya’s cock stretched him open, digging deeper and deeper into him. “Ah, Todoroki, I can’t… Last much longer…” “No, no, Midoriya…” He begged, voice low and pleading, “Just a bit more, please, please just let me come…” Midoriya nearly came just from hearing Todoroki straight up beggingagainst his ear. He hit his head strongly against the bookshelf behind him, hoping the pain would help him hold back. Todoroki’s whole body shook against his, his riding becoming more frantic at a complete loss of rhythm. “Izuku…” Todoroki pleaded, pulling away from Midoriya’s neck and looking straight into his eyes whilst calling his name. Midoriya’s lips quivered as he sucked in another breath, “Deeper, please…” Midoriya immediately grabbed Todoroki’s waist tightly, making Todoroki whine a bit too loudly with the reckless strength of his grip. He rammed his cock into the boy on top of him over and over again, filling Todoroki up completely, sliding against his walls, stretching Todoroki open around him as he felt his balls tightening. Todoroki quickly bit his own hand, stiffening the loud string of moans that formed in his throat. The fingers brushing against his clit now shivering wildly.. When Todoroki felt the warmth that pooled in his gut spreading through his whole body, he reached down to grab Midoriya’s cheek with his left hand, kissing him deeply. Midoriya thrusted up a few more times before his hips shuddered as he came inside of the other, both boys moaning against each other’s lips. His body felt hot under Todoroki, hair clinging on his sweaty forehead as Todoroki moved his hips slowly to reach his own impending orgasm before the cock inside him softened. The loud moans coming from the shivering boy on top of him tasted so sweet in Midoriya’s mouth that he couldn’t stop himself from savoring them, pushing against Todoroki and ignoring the burning hotness that creeped up on his face, feeling the boy’s body still shivering with pleasure as the orgasm washed over him. Midoriya felt even hotternow, but the state of bliss he found himself in allowed him to ignore the burning on his face and to savor the lips in front of him. Wait a second. Burning. Midoriya’s eyes shot open when the pain on his right cheek was too much to bear. Not again. “Todoroki!” He gasped, scandalized. “My face! You’re burning me!” Todoroki was violently brought back from his post orgasmic haze, gasping loudly before retreating his hand from Midoriya’s face and looking at it like it somehow consciously betrayed him. “I… I’m so sorry… I don’t…” He fumbled with the words, feeling suddenly self conscious. Midoriya held his own face, the pain spreading and skin sizzling against his hand. It was still burning. Which meant this wasn’t just a first degree burn. Which meant another visit to Recovery Girl who would question him again like she did the previous day about his first sex related injuries and now he was gonna have to explain to her once again that he was having sex on school grounds with yet another classmate because he apparently has absolutely no control over his own dick as if it was so hard to just not fuck someone even though he’s never done this in his whole life and now he’s becoming the school’s slut because that’s definitely the legacy he wants to leave before he becomes a pro hero not to mention… “Izuku!” Midoriya snapped out of his muttering, eyes looking up at a very worried and guilty Todoroki. The other boy seemed completely lost and looked like a wreck. Midoriya forced his hands away from his face, cupping Todoroki’s cheek. “It was an accident,” He said in a soft tone. “You didn’t mean to, you were just… Excited...” He’s never seen Todoroki so shocked and worried in his life. But then again, he’s never seen Todoroki riding cock and having an orgasm either, so that was certainly a day of firsts. “It’s okay! I’ll just go to Recovery Girl, it’ll be quick!” Midoriya kept his smile as wide as he could, fighting through the unbearable pain on his cheek. When that didn’t soothe Todoroki either, he pulled the other boy closer, kissing him slowly and softly. The pain suddenly felt so far away when Midoriya tasted the wet lips in front of him. Todoroki’s shuddering eased and his right hand found its way towards Midoriya’s nape, caressing it softly as they sucked on each other’s lips with a fondness they weren’t really sure where it came from. Midoriya sighed in the kiss. The warmth from feeling every inch of Todoroki’s front flush against him was intoxicating, it made the world around them feel unimportant, empty, and the idea of being walked in on was suddenly not as alarming anymore. He didn’t want to stop kissing and being kissed, touching and being touched. It was an intimacy he’d never experienced, one that allowed him to forget about everything around him and made him feel powerful enough to give someone a moment of pleasure and quiet with nothing but his body and words. No quirks needed, no fighting, no studying, he suddenly found peace in the moment. How could he let go of that? The little voice in his head telling him how wrong these thoughts were was drowned by the silky tongue sliding against his so slowly, so lovingly. Todoroki moaned softly against his mouth, and Midoriya worried for a second what Todoroki made of this situation. It was easy enjoying intimacy when you weren’t thinking about the other person’s feelings towards it. Midoriya frowned in worry, but couldn’t find it in himself to stop the kiss. He remembered how reverently Todoroki called his first name. His breath shuddered, but he still didn’t halt his lips. Midoriya suddenly wished Todoroki stopped the kiss himself. The thoughts brought him back to reality, and reality reminded him that he had a second degree burn on his cheek. Midoriya hissed sharply and broke the kiss against his wishes, holding his face once again. Todoroki looked, again, absolutely mortified, but only for a short moment before he pulled himself together quite quickly, to Midoriya’s own surprise. “We should take you to Recovery Girl right now,” He said as if it was his own idea. Midoriya honestly wanted to procrastinate that as much as he could since he was not in the mood for explaining how the wound happened, but a thought made him suddenly widen his eyes. “Todoroki,” He said slowly. “We should take you to Recovery Girl.” The sudden reminder that sex without protection with someone that has an assumingly working uterus could make 15 year old Midoriya a father made him realized how little thought he was putting into these acts. He wasn’t ready to be a father. He had a goldfish once and forgot to feed the poor thing for a whole week, he was definitely not looking forward for a real human baby. “Todoroki. I don’t wanna be a dad,” Midoriya suddenly spouted, horror in his face. “Izuku, I’m on birth control.” Oh. “Oh.” Todoroki drowned a scoffing laughter on the back of his hand, which would’ve been rude if Midoriya didn’t find it absolutely adorable. When was the last time he heard Todoroki laugh, again? “You can call me Shouto, by the way,” He smiled at Midoriya. The smile on Midoriya’s face hid the anxiety suddenly taking over him. The possibility of leading Todoroki on, leading him into misinterpreting their relationship, was suddenly a reality. Midoriya swallowed thickly, “Shouto,” He started, tentatively, “We should get dressed.” They fumbled with their clothes, hastily putting them on. Midoriya tried to fight through the pain but it was honestly hard not to whine constantly. Todoroki apologized the whole way to Recovery Girl’s office.     -     Yagi’s face was held up by his hands as he sat down on the ground against the bookshelf. The boys walked away without glancing to their sides, which Yagi was grateful for, since he was way too out of energy to confront them. Was this Midoriya’s plan? Be intimate indiscriminately and then go to Recovery Girl when things went south? What would he do if the things going south weren’t physical? Yagi sighed, hitting his head against the shelf, which prompted it to start toppling down. He desperately grabbed onto it and halted the domino disaster, shouting “Everything is O.K!” to the passing confused and slightly alarmed students. The Pro walked out of the library when he knew the boys would be far gone. Dealing with that again was way too much for his tired old brain, and he chose, this time, to just forget what he saw… And heard.     -     “I hit him.” “Excuse me?” Recovery Girl didn’t look surprised in the slightest, she looked nothing but skeptical. “I slapped him. In his face.” Midoriya hid his face in his hands. The physical pain from the burn was nothing compared with the mental pain from listening to Todoroki’s awful lying. “And why would you do that, Todoroki?” She asked in an amused tone. Todoroki was none the wiser, he held himself up like his lying was as powerful as his quirk. It wasn’t. “He offended me.” “How so?” “He…” Todoroki stopped to consider, looking downwards. He looked back up with another wave of falsely bred pride. “He said bad things about my father.” For someone with such a strong poker face… “Alright. You’re dismissed, Todoroki, I’ll take care of Midoriya,” She looked at the bruised boy in front of her. “I’ll make sure to scold him thoroughly for his awful actions.” Todoroki looked so proud of himself. He gave Midoriya two thumbs up while leaving the office, and Midoriya didn’t have the heart to do anything but smile and offer a thumbs up in response. Door closed, Recovery Girl didn’t waste a second. “What happened this time?” She brought him to the sink, pushing his head down roughly so the running water would wash his burn. Midoriya winced and then pursed his lips in defeat. “We had sex in the library and he lost control of his quirk.” She sighed, shaking her head. “How many times am I going to see you here for the same reason, Midoriya?” He looked away from her, letting the water run against his burn, soothing it after a while. “I’m sorry…” “I’m not the one you should apologize to,” She scolded. “Are you leading these boys on? Or are you interested in both of them? Why did you even do this?” The old nurse looked almost scandalized. Midoriya guessed this situation hit a personal sore spot for her, but he didn’t pry. He knew what he was doing wasn’t right either way. “K… Kacchan was calling me behind the school...” Midoriya started carefully, waiting for the interruption that never came. He wasn’t sure if he didn’t want to be interrupted. “He wanted… To do it again. I wanted too, but Todoroki saw us. He thought Kacchan was bullying me, told him to leave me alone. Kacchan was going to fight with him, but I just barely convinced him not to…” He scoffed at the small pride he felt from convincing Bakugou of anything. He wasn’t sure if it was a good sign either. “Then we--” “No, Midoriya,” She said, carefully, this time more fondly. “Whyare you doing this?” He paused, eyes never looking up. “It made me feel wanted.” Silence washed over the room, the water running down his cheek seeming so much louder than before. He continued, slowly, “It just feels good. Kacchan said such nice things to me when we… You know… I thought Todo-- Shouto would too. He did. It just felt nice…” Midoriya couldn’t see the pity on Recovery Girl’s face. She opened her mouth slowly, closing it soon after. It wasn’t her place to pry. “Did you at least use protection this time?” “Um.” She was silent for a moment, before asking carefully, “Should I be worried?” “He says he’s on birth control.” Recovery Girl slapped the back of his head so strongly his nose hit the bottom of the sink. She roughly pulled him up and kissed his burned cheek angrily. “Bring that boy back here before I smack you again, or so help me Midoriya--” He was apologizing all the way out of the door. Now , she thought, taking her phone to send a text. It wasn’t her place to pry, but she knew whose place it was.     -     Yagi entered the nurse’s office looking as anxious as a kitten surrounded by hounds. Rightfully so, since Recovery Girl looked about to pounce on him. “Sit down, Toshinori.” He obeyed, fingers drumming on his knees. The Pro opened his mouth before Recovery Girl stopped him from speaking altogether. “I just gave a morning after pill to a 15 year old and treated another for burns. I’m sure you know why these are correlated, and if you don’t, I can tell you in detail.” “I… I do know…” “But do you know why these things are happening?” Her tone felt like a stab. Yagi realized she was judging him, and understood perfectly why. He wasn’t being a good mentor. “Your protege is not okay, Toshinori. He’s looking for something to fill a void.” “And he’s looking in the wrong place, I know. But I--” “You do it or his mother will. I’ve been itching to call her since yesterday. God knows why I still haven’t.” She breathed in deeply. “I just want this boy to stop hurting himself and maybe even the others around him. This will come crashing down on him sooner or later.” Yagi sighed. “I know…” Getting up to leave, he didn’t look back when Recovery Girl spoke once again. “You are a good mentor, Toshinori,” She said softly. “He just needs you to show him how much you care.” Yagi nodded and walked out, closing the door behind him. Chapter End Notes Deku's partner choices are so bad man like my buddy my pal where's your sense of self preservation I rewrote this chapter 5 times and weirdly the only constant was the fucking history of heroics test, like of all things. I still don't really like this chapter but I hope that the sudden change in mood can be read as plot development(?????) and not as me not knowing wtf I'm doing. It's honestly a little bit of both. I'm so sorry?????????? ***** Bad Choices, Good Choices, Red Choices ***** Chapter Summary DadMight revisits his dream of being a father. The crew wants to have a movie night, Midoriya has other plans. Bakugou's onto stuff. Kirishima is somehow thrown in the middle of this shit storm. Todoroki sings Disney songs. Everyone has fun. Chapter Notes Okay SO I changed All Might's to Yagi because I thought it'd be too impersonal and too dehumanizing to call him by his hero name from now on. I mean if I'm gonna fuck a character up as much as I plan on fucking him up, might as well call him by his name right???? Chap 3 and 4 were actually supposed to be only one chap, BUT it was long as fuck so while I'm still writing chap 4, y'all will get it much sooner than the others!!!!! Probably!!!!! Also some tag additions I'd like to mention before you go on: mentions of self harm, self hatred, being walked in on! Have fun See the end of the chapter for more notes The conversation with Todoroki was painful not only to the young boy, but to Yagi as well. The punishment even more so. Before the boy’s fear would become horror, Yagi assured him no information would be given to his father. He said it as a mentor, not as a teacher, but Todoroki needn’t know that. Todoroki looked betrayed for having his intimacy so openly discussed. Yagi didn’t want to know if his feelings of betrayal would be let out on Midoriya. He silently hoped it wouldn’t. As of now, Yagi had a detention class with 3 young boys that he didn’t want to deal with, but he forced himself to. A good mentor , he told himself, I have to be a good mentor . He told himself, trying to drown the memory of Todoroki’s faces of shame, disappointment and fear when he said he would be punished for his actions. He told himself, thinking of the way Todoroki deflated and shrunk. He told himself, remembering Bakugou’s face of misery coming out of the library. He told himself, knowing for a fact his protegé needed so much more than detention after class to deal with these turbulent thoughts and actions. A good mentor . Yagi chuckled sadly to himself. He had no real understanding of what it took to be a good mentor. He grasped wildly at the memories of his own past mentors and yet was unable to reach and grab them. What would Gran Torino do in this situation? What would Shimura Nana do? He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t even sure if he would be able to follow in their footsteps as a hero, nevermind a mentor. His walk home was not only uneventful but also miserable. - The next morning was one of pure regret for Midoriya. The thought of meeting Todoroki and Bakugou in the same classroom was already too much, but he underestimated how awkward it would be to walk into the room and have both boys simultaneously look away from the door. Midoriya sighed. That’s it, I’m not messing up any more friendships over sex . He laughed to himself pitifully, thinking how sad it was that he was only intimate with two people and that was already way too much for his mental state. He thought of teenagers who had dozens of partners and quietly wondered how the hell they did it so nonchalantly. Taking his place behind a quiet Bakugou, Midoriya overheard a conversation to his right. “It’ll be cool! We’re gonna watch Shin Gojira!” “That’s way too heavy of a movie for a movie night with friends.” “We could have super smart conversations about politics!” “Why don’t you pick something like, I don’t know, The Ring?” “Because I’ll shit my pants, Denki.” Midoriya let out an unwilling snort, denouncing his quiet peeping. “Midoriya!” Oh no , he was going to be yelled at. Midoriya cautiously turned his head to meet eyes with Kirishima, who was, surprisingly, smiling widely at him. “We’re going to have a movie night at my place! Do you wanna come? You can help pick the movie.” Midoriya blinked at the redhead, surprised with the sudden invitation. They weren’t especially close, he didn’t see the reasoning behind inviting him of all people. “Um… I’m not sure…” “Come on! It’ll be fun! Bring Todoroki, Uraraka and Iida too, it’s easier because everyone can bring a snack, my folks won’t mind and we can all vote for what to watch!” Kirishima looked pleading. It was true that it was a Friday, so they didn’t have much to do after school, except for the detention. Studying was a Saturday matter and Kirishima wasn’t really inviting anyone for a sleepover. Deep down, buried in a place Midoriya didn’t want to acknowledge, a thought sprung to life. Midoriya promptly snuffed it out, killed it and buried it. Yet it lingered. The thought of a chance, an opportunity, nagged at him with a force he could barely contain. Trying to ignore it was the best he could do, but the mixture of the memory of Kirishima’s muscles rippling underneath his skin and the thought of how his lips could possibly taste was impossibly hard to ignore. “Maybe a comedy would be best?” Midoriya shyly suggested. Conversation came and went until Midoriya was shooed by Kirishima so he could quickly invite the others before Aizawa arrived. “Ah, yes, definitely!” Was Uraraka’s immediate response. “I apologize, Midoriya, I have to study some more for the oncoming tests,” Iida said, looking honestly upset. “Come on, you study every single day!” The girl promptly complained, “If you don’t relax for once your head will start smoking.” Iida looked nearly offended, pursing his lips at her. “I suppose a day of relaxing with my friends won’t hurt… Much…” Both Midoriya and Uraraka punched the air in victory. Job done there, he walked towards Todoroki, but this time with a heavy heart. Kneeling beside Todoroki’s desk, he gulped as the boy merely looked at him sideways, blush creeping up on both faces. “Uum… Kirishima invited a bunch of people for a movie night at his place today… Do you wanna come?” Todoroki eyed him carefully, looking for something Midoriya wasn’t sure what it was. “What movie?” He asked with a leveled tone. “We’re not sure, they’re picking between Shin Gojira or The Ring, but I don’t think it’ll be either,” Midoriya smiled, “Wanna suggest something?” “Tangled.” “Tangled…?” He nodded. “The Disney one?” Todoroki nodded once more. Midoriya frowned slightly before muffling a laughter. “What?” “It’s just… You seem like a war documentaries kind of person, not a Disney person,” Midoriya couldn’t hold back a giggle as he talked. Todoroki blushed immediately, looking away from his friend. “I like it.” “It’s a good movie! I was gonna suggest All Might: Origins--” “Why does that not surprise me?” They looked at each other for a second before breaking into a good hearted laughter. Relief immediately washed over Midoriya’s heart. The fear of their relationship changing completely, or being ruined, hung over him the whole night the day before, and being able to joke and laugh with his friend drowned the anxiety that had been choking him. “I’ll tell Kirishima about Tanged and All Might: Origins, we can vote! Or make a draft!” “A draft is best, none of these deserve a vote more than Tangled. It would definitely win.” Midoriya chuckled, “You’re right. I’ll tell him.” Making plans with everyone was a lighthearted event. Anxiety pushed aside, Midoriya laughed and joked with the classmates that huddled around Kirishima’s and Kaminari’s desk. Uraraka, leaning her arms on Midoriya’s head, and Todoroki, kneeling beside him, their knees touching ever so slightly. Iida stood beside Midoriya with his knees grazing his shoulder slightly, he fixed his glasses anxiously as he tried his very best to advertise Grave of The Fireflies to a completely unwilling audience, sniffling at his loss of arguments when Kirishima told him in an embarrassed tone, “I can’t watch dramas, I cried myself to sleep for three nights straight after watching the last episode of Toradora.” The collective shock at Kirishima being so open about crying and watching anime was loud and made him even more flustered, waving his hands frantically at the oncoming questions about how much anime he watched and exactly what took to make him cry. “B-Bakkun!” Kirishima desperately pulled the attention away from himself, “What movie do you want to watch?” Midoriya froze in place. Right. Bakugou was Kirishima’s friend too. There was no reason for him to not be invited. In fact, there was more reason to invite Bakugou than Midoriya, so of course he would be there too. Midoriya slowly turned his head, fighting against Uraraka’s weight on top of it and locking eyes with a seemingly bored Bakugou who stared at them with a look of mild and miserable interest, like a person with too much free time staring at ants. “Mad Max.” Midoriya couldn’t hold back a snort. “What the fuck do you have against Mad Max, Deku ?” “Nothing! It’s just I remembered you always got so fidgety during the action scenes when we were little--” The look of wonder from their classmates at Midoriya mentioning their childhood - which, granted, was a rare thing to happen - was immediately cut off by Bakugou kicking himself up from his chair and grabbing Midoriya by the collar, breath inches from the younger boy’s face. “ Want me to show you fidgety? ” He snarled. Before Midoriya could even respond, Kirishima’s hand was on Bakugou’s shoulder, his body nearly pressed flush against Midoriya’s back - almost protective. “Bakkun, come on, it’s not manly to bully your friends.” Midoriya watched Bakugou’s eyes shift from his face to Kirishima’s arm resting on his shoulder, to Kirishima’s head beside his, and then to the redhead’s body pressed against his. The feeling the situation gave was odd, like he was somehow being saved by a protective partner. His body shivered under the weight of another, and his mind went places with Bakugou practically holding onto his neck, face inches from his, and Kirishima pressing against his behind. It was very obviously an innocent act, since Kirishima has always been a very physically affectionate person who wasn’t scared of hugging or holding hands. Yet, Midoriya couldn’t help but blush, his legs seconds from failing him. Bakugou’s lips turned into a mocking grin as he watched Midoriya intently. The younger boy noticed too late he didn’t bother to try and stop his thoughts from seeping onto his expressions, and immediately looked down in shame. “Right. Bully ,” Bakugou scoffed, letting go of Midoriya so he’d fall back, body pressing further against Kirishima as the redhead held him up, which made Midoriya blush even harder. “As if I’m the bully.” He sat down on his desk, face nothing but amused, “Mad Max, put it on the draft. The Fury Road one.” Midoriya swallowed thickly, anxiety crushing him under the tension of the situation, thoughts roaming wildly between Bakugou's words, what they meant, and the firm grip of Kirishima's hands on his waist. Before he could have a say, his thoughts decided on where to focus, imagination acting on its own accord; if Kirishima's touch was so firm, how would he be? Would he be gentle? Or rough? Or maybe a mixture of the two. Would he hold Midoriya close? Would he kiss him or bite him? Would he smile or blush? Would he praise me? “Heh, sorry, Midokkun,” Kirishima's words broke Midoriya's thought process, thankfully bringing him back to reality. “I think you know that better than us, but Bakugou is still a work in progress.” Midoriya was smart enough to only huff out a shy laughter in response, knowing Bakugou was well within earshot. Aizawa finally arrived in class, as late as he normally did and yet demanding immediate silence and complacency. Sitting down on his chair, Midoriya tried his best to focus on the class and not on the thoughts in the back of his head about Kirishima’s firm grip on his waist, the scent of his cologne, and how it’d feel to kiss his lips, thread fingers through his hair, feel his sharp teeth digging in skin… The school day was long and arduous, and Midoriya wasn’t sure if he was anxious or excited for the movie night. After a near food fight during break over the draft, culminating in Midoriya cleaning rice from his hair for the rest of the day and Uraraka having to wash egg yolk from her face in the washroom, it was decided they would watch Tangled, as Kirishima himself drafted. They all swore the melted bento boxes and frozen onigiris had nothing to do with the fact. - Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugou slapped themselves in the face when the bell rang, finally realizing that they’d have to get detention with All Might for one hour before leaving. Midoriya walked to Kirishima, saying he’d have to leave an hour later because he needed to study a bit more, asking for Kirishima’s address. Bakugou walked to Kirishima as soon as Midoriya left, saying he needed to train for another hour before leaving, and that he’d come later. But it was when Todoroki walked to Kirishima to tell him that he needed to help clean up the bathrooms this week that the redhead frowned in confusion, trying and failing to connect the flailing dots thrown at him. He gave Todoroki his address and gathered the other teens so they could go straight to his house. - Midoriya was confused to find Todoroki in front of the detention classroom, but definitely not shocked. He knew exactly what his friend was doing there. He knew it was his fault, too. The only thing Midoriya didn’t know, was how All Might managed to find out, but after remembering Recovery Girl’s scolding the day before, it wasn’t hard to draw a conclusion. Bakugou, on the other hand, was uncharacteristically curious. “Whatcha doing here, halfie?” He smirked. “What did the prestigious recommended student do to fuck up his school history?” Right. For all Midoriya knew, Bakugou didn’t know about Todoroki, and Todoroki didn’t know about Bakugou. He planned to keep it that way, but juggling both boys and what they talked about would definitely be troublesome. “None of your business,” Todoroki huffed. “What about you, Mister Number 1?” “Had my dick sucked near the lockers.” Midoriya’s blood froze, despair taking him over. Of all the people for him to suck off after school, the bragging bully had to be the one. If he could inconspicuously punch himself in the face that moment, he would’ve. Todoroki snorted mockingly, seeming not to believe Bakugou’s tale. When he walked in the class, Bakugou came right behind, eyes locked on Midoriya’s and an evil smirk plastered onto his face. Midoriya was grateful he didn’t have to step in, but the anxiety still gnawed painfully at him. What would happen if they found out? He wasn’t curious to discover, but with Bakugou mouthing off to simply brag like that, he wasn’t sure how long it would take for it to reach the ears of not only Todoroki, but other students too, or even teachers. He walked in with a heavy, regretful heart. - When the boys walked into the room, Yagi finally realized with a heavy sigh he was about to spend a whole hour wasting his inflated form on pubescent teenagers instead of saving people. Again, he kept his mantra, I have to be a good mentor , but when the kids sat down in silence, he realized too that he wouldn’t be able to actually talk to the teenagers, since that would expose their activities . He groaned under the smile on his face. “You boys can do your homework while you sit there, and no talking!” He tried to say in his most heroic and non judgemental tone. Yet, Midoriya looked absolutely miserable, eyes darting back and forth between Todoroki and Bakugou, as if waiting for an explosion to happen. It was too much, this situation was just making his protegé even more anxious. But now he couldn’t go back on his words. Yagi realized a last thing with a sad smile; he drove himself and his own protegé into a corner that he couldn’t break out of. Not unless he talked to Midoriya. Twenty long minutes into absolute miserable and anxiety filled silence, Yagi couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up abruptly from his chair, startling Midoriya and raising Todoroki’s and Bakugou’s eyebrows. “You boys can leave early, I have an important… Event… Meeting… To attend!” “All Might, sir--” Midoriya started, but was interrupted by his idol immediately “You stay, young Midoriya, I want to talk to you,” Yagi tried his best to sound serious and yet not menacing, but with how Midoriya’s face went white he figured he failed miserably. “We’ll wait for you outside,” Todoroki told Midoriya. “ Like hell I’ll wait for any of you assholes ,” Bakugou’s voice carried all the way from the hallway to the half open door. Todoroki followed him with a sigh, and finally, they were alone. Yagi didn’t hold his form any longer, deflating with a cough that splattered blood all over the floor and brought a concerned yelp to Midoriya’s lips. He brushed off the teen’s offer of help, trying his very best to nudge his mind away from the pain and toward the subject at hand. He almost wished the pain would grow worse so he could have an excuse to not focus. A sigh came from his lips before he spoke, “Midoriya, please sit down.” When the fidgety boy sat on the chair of the desk directly behind him, Yagi took the chair right beside that one, smiling sadly at the forgotten feeling of sitting on a student’s spot and staring at the board instead of the class. Those were easier times. Times before so much happened. When he turned to Midoriya, the boy was nearly vibrating through the chair with anxiety, so Yagi reached out to squeeze his shoulder affectionately. “I want you to know I’m not upset, angry, or disappointed,” Yagi tried to sound soothing, and a smile shaped his lips as he watched the young boy’s shoulders relax just a little. “You’re a very important person to me, young Midoriya, your safety and health are my utmost priority, as your mentor. As a teacher, though, I cannot ignore your actions, and it pains me to say that I had to almost physically stop Recovery Girl from contacting your mother about them,” He paused for a second, watching the boy’s face twist in horror and the tears damped his eyes. Yagi squeezed his shoulder softly. “I… I know I’m not the best person to talk to, I know I’m not the perfect mentor or the best teacher - far from it, in fact, but… I want you to trust me. I want you to talk to me. I may not remember what it was like to be young and scared, to jump into a world of blood and tears and suddenly take all the punches for civilians that I’ll never meet, people whose lives are so… Different, and safe, compared to mine… To ours … “But I can try, young Midoriya. I want to try. I want to help you, I want to hear your afflictions and your pained thoughts. This,” He gestured generally around them. “This life that we chose, it chips at us, every day the wound I bear brings me closer to a fate I don’t… Want to think about… Because of what I am, and what you want to become. We fight for the people, Midoriya, and amidst that we end up having no one to fight for us.” Yagi paused once again, watching the tears trickling down Midoriya’s face. The boy cried quietly, but with a pained expression, he looked so, so very young in Yagi’s eyes, and for that short moment, Yagi allowed himself to feel angry at the world this child was about to jump into, at the fact that heroes were even needed in the first place. For just a second, he wondered if this coping mechanism of Midoriya’s, these moments of intimacy, if properly and safely conducted, couldn’t actually be healthier than his own early coping mechanisms from the time he became a hero, from the time he started realizing he chose a field of work in which punching out meant surviving . He brushed off the sudden itch of the long forgotten scars that coated his wrists. Yagi took a deep breath, opening his brightest smile. Not the PR smile, nor the All Might smile; he smiled with his own chapped lips, with the slight wince brought from the pain of the action, with the blood coating some of his teeth and with the wrinkles that aged him so, pressing against each other and deepening under the weak, pale skin. He smiled at the boy with everything he had. “This is what I’m giving you now; someone to fight for you.” The speed with which Midoriya launched himself at the Pro, enveloping his neck in a pained hug and burying his wet, bloated face in the crook of Yagi’s neck was almost too fast for him to follow, leaving the hero gasping at the sudden weight pressed against him. Midoriya was a bit heavy, his body hurt, it was hard to breathe, and his wound throbbed under his suit. And yet, he wrapped his arms protectively around the boy, hand stroking Midoriya’s back in soothing motions as he felt the aborted sobs rocking the boy’s body. The pain wasn’t important, the pain was nothing compared to this . Yagi held himself upright with nothing but willpower as the minutes passed by and the boy’s tears stained his shirt less and less. Finally, Midoriya pulled back, drying his face on the sleeves of his jacket, and looked sheepishly at the hero. “T-Thank you, All Might…” Yagi smiled once again, a genuine grin. “Go, your friends are waiting for you,” He said, before raising his eyebrows in thought. “Do you have plans with them?” Midoriya’s face lit up, “We’re watching Tangled at Kirishima’s place today! Oh, right , I should probably bring a snack too, maybe some regular popcorn will be alright. Ah, but I know Kacchan likes buttered popcorn, so maybe I should bring one package of each, or I can call Kirishima and ask what everyone would like…” He went on and on, muttering softly. Yagi couldn’t help but laugh. “You should go, discuss the matters with your friends, and relax during the weekend. You deserve it.” Midoriya snapped out of his muttering state, smiling back at Yagi. He nodded and thanked him again, before running toward the door in a renewed excited mood. A good mentor, huh…? He wondered if that’s what it meant to be one. - The walk to Kirishima’s house was more eventful than it should’ve been, with Bakugou, who surprisingly did wait for them so they’d go together, knowing the way to Kirishima’s house only barely, Todoroki trying to use Google Maps as opposed to Bakugou’s directions, and Midoriya repeatedly begging for a quick stop at a convenience store to buy some snacks so they wouldn’t arrive empty handed at Kirishima’s place like leeching guests. On the way, Midoriya decided to just run to a store, buy a ridiculous amount of microwavable popcorn, and then run back to the street to chase after the other boys, who complained that it took him too long even though it took Midoriya easily under two minutes. He walked beside Todoroki and Bakugou, their loud bickering and atrocious sense of direction a white noise in the back of his mind. All Might wasn’t angry, upset, or disappointed. Or so he said. He was worried , of all things. Midoriya could only smile sadly to himself. Someone who wasn’t his mother worrying about him? He’d had enough people in his life ignoring his existence or treating it like entertainment. Teachers, classmates, doctors, Kacchan, his own father… A long forgotten memory creeps back into his brain, peppered with dark spots and aged corners that time inflicted. The indifference, the neglect, the large hands pushing him toward his mother when he bothered too much, the waved goodbyes with eyes that didn’t look up from the newspaper. Midoriya wasn’t used to being fussed over by anyone but his mother, the idea that the Number 1 Hero would care about him at all was laughable at best. The last few months had felt like a dream Midoriya would do anything not to wake up from. It was… Logical for All Might to worry about him. He was supposed to be Midoriya’s mentor after all. It was just a concept so impossible to be grasped; Midoriya Izuku, someone to care for, worry about, take time and effort for. He felt like waiting patiently for a punchline, for another shoe to drop. Something. Anything. Midoriya knew All Might was not a bad person, wouldn’t lie and trick the way he was scared he’d do, yet he couldn’t help but be afraid. Walking behind the two classmates now, he stared at the back of the person who proved to him more than anyone else that expecting good from people was a dangerous gamble. - “You guys took forever, we almost watched the movie without you!” Kirishima joked, inviting them in. Todoroki looked unreasonably scandalized with the prospect of losing the opportunity of watching Tangled. Taking off their shoes at the door and watching with mild horror and confusion as Bakugou also took off off his blazer and tie, and undid an obnoxious amount of buttons, they walked in. “He’s been here often,” Kirishima provided, when Todoroki’s eyes burned holes on Bakugou’s relaxed state. Midoriya remembered in passing how traditionally Japanese Todoroki’s family was. “He’s getting a bit too relaxed but I got tired of trying to get him to button up his shirt - when he’s wearing one… And also the folks don’t mind,” He finished with a good hearted laughter. Bakugou pushed past them, host included, obviously annoyed at people talking about him as if he was a rowdy pet. “Todoroki, just, uh, follow him to the living room and set up the movie. Midoriya, I’ll show you the kitchen,” He gestured to the popcorn on Midoriya’s hands. Kirishima’s house was surprisingly tidy. Midoriya wasn’t sure what he expected, but a modern, spotless and carefully decorated house wasn’t it. Kirishima stood out against the feminine touch around him, the pastel walls, the bright and colorful picture and mirror frames, the pretty wall decals; everything was so delicate all around rough, manly Kirishima. Midoriya found it endearing. “Did you mom decorate your house? It’s so pretty,” He said in adoration, eyes darting to every piece of decor. “Well, for the most part, I do a lot of color schemes and themes,” Kirishima answered absentmindedly, fishing three large bowls from one of the bright yellow cabinets. Midoriya pictured a sharp toothed, heavily built Kirishima picking wall decals and matching decorative vases with his mom. He smiled fondly. Midoriya inched closer to him. “Whoa, I didn’t think of you as someone with such attention to detail.” The redhead widened his eyes before looking away with a pink tinge on his cheeks. “Ah, I was always close to my mom and she taught me that stuff, you know… I ended up liking it… Ah! Here, give me the popcorn, I’ll throw them in the microwave,” He hurriedly changed the subject, reaching for Midoriya’s bag. When Kirishima turned his back to Midoriya so he could focus on opening the packages, the shorter boy’s eyes roamed mindlessly. He noticed Kirishima’s neck was a hard line leading down to his back, held up in perfect posture. He noticed how wide his shoulders were, leading up to thick, angular arms. He noticed the muscles rippling under the white fabric, and how it stretched over them. He noticed the dip on Kirishima’s waist due to his posture, how it snaked out to the curve of his ass. He noticed… When Kirishima turned, Midoriya fought to brush off his dazed look. What does it matter anyways? I’m not trying anything with him . The redhead leaned on the counter, crossing his arms on his chest. His shirt looked about to burst around the shoulders. Midoriya swallowed. “So…” Kirishima tried to break the silence, now rubbing the back of his neck. “You and Bakugou seem pretty close.” Midoriya’s roaming thoughts halted with the mention of his childhood friend. He smiled miserably, shrinking softly into himself. “We’ve… known each other… for a while…” “How long?” The redhead looked curious. “Bakugou never really talks about it.” “I’m sure…” He laughed without humor. “We’ve known each other since we were 4, always studied together. Somehow, we were always in the same class, even now…” Midoriya paused, taking in a sharp breath. “Somehow I always end up near him.” “How come you guys don’t talk that much?” When Midoriya looked up, his eyes must’ve shown something worthy of pity, because Kirishima immediately raises his hands in a peace offer, expression full of worry. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked! I… shouldn’t be sticking my nose in other people’s business. Sorry.” Midoriya smiled painfully, shaking his head. “It’s okay, it’s nothing.” Kirishima is so thoughtful and caring . Midoriya blinked, staring at the redhead’s wide smile, a strained attempt to ease the mood. I wonder how caring he’d be… “Hey, Kirishima.” “Yeah?” “Are you and Kacchan close?” Midoriya edged forward. “Ah, I think so, but you can never know with that guy. I still don’t know if he sees me as his friend or someone whose bento he can pick at,” He laughed. Another step. He looked into Kirishima’s eyes. “You’re very nice to him, even when he acts the way he does.” “He’s just a bit rough around the edges, I shouldn’t treat him badly for that…” Kirishima smiled. In a faraway corner of his mind, there was a warning, a pleading for him to stop, turn around, make good choices . The voice sounded awfully like his mentor. Midoriya wanted so very much to hear it, he knew he should. Yet, he couldn’t help but think… How nice would he be with me? When Midoriya’s socked feet stopped a mere inch from Kirishima’s, his eyes had still not left the redhead’s, who looked confused at best, alarmed at most. Midoriya gulped. “Kirishima, you are a good friend, you know that?” “Ah, I don’t… I don’t know, I just… try to be a decent guy. It’s a man’s job to be the best version of himself. I believe that,” His eyes looked hard and full of purpose. Midoriya thought he looked cute. “Do you wanna be friends?” Midoriya fiddled with his own fingers, feeling the blood rise to his cheeks. “Aren’t we friends already...?” The look of confusion and mild distress was endearing on Kirishima’s face. “Do you wanna keep being friends?” “Yes…? Midori--” “Yeah, I think that’s better, too.” His trembling hands raised first, cupping Kirishima’s face softly. He raised to the tip of his toes, slowly. Eyes locked with Kirishima’s, Midoriya waited. When Kirishima’s eyes darted down, taking in Midoriya’s lips, and then back up to his eyes with engorged pupils, it was all the consent Midoriya needed, so he leaned in. Somewhere far away, a microwave beeped five times. Somewhere else, a friendly chatter about school turned into a heated discussion. Kirishima was so much softer than he could have ever expected. His lips were frozen at first when Midoriya pressed against them, it was only when Midoriya’s body pressed flush against his, when his hands slid down to his nape and back to his hair, and when his tongue licked across parted lips, that Kirishima cautiously kissed back. He was so very careful, shaky lips brushing softly and deliberately against Midoriya’s, like he was kissing a lover of years. Midoriya’s hands slid down to Kirishima’s arms, finding his hands. With a careful touch, he brought them to his waist. Kirishima’s hands were large, sprawling across his sides with fingers that even trembling dug in the soft skin, through the fabric of his shirt and blazer. When Kirishima’s touches became more confident, hands roaming up and down his back and cupping his nape carefully, Midoriya let himself become more daring. His tongue brushed against the wet lips in front of him, requesting, begging , and just as Kirishima parted his lips invitingly, Midoriya moaned softly against them, tongue exploring the redhead’s mouth. The voice telling him to stop got louder, and so did the lewd thoughts, both drowning each other, an unbearable buzzing in his ears. Make good choices. Kirishima’s hand slid dangerously low on his back, pulling him impossibly closer. Midoriya pressed a thigh between his legs, bringing out a deep growl from the redhead that made him melt.The bulge his thigh pressed against was still soft, not quite there. He wanted to change that. Will he praise me? Will he make me feel good? Midoriya’s hands shifted around Kirishima’s neck, fingers grabbing at his blazer and then threading in his hair. His mouth felt like a fire pit, heat seeping to his cheeks and chest, pooling in his gut. Kirishima bit softly on his bottom lip and pulled, one hand still shyly inching down right above Midoriya’s ass, another grabbing the hair right above his neck. I’m going to disappoint All Might. I promised I wouldn’t. When Midoriya opened his eyes, Kirishima’s own lidded gaze looked back at him. When they mashed their mouths back together, it was a mess of spit and teeth and uncoordinated tongues. Kirishima’s hand finally, finally grabbed at his ass, squeezing, pulling, bringing out a lewd moan from Midoriya’s throat that he never even thought he could voice. It served as encouragement for Kirishima, who savored the moan with a grunt of his own. I wonder how rough he will be. Kirishima’s hands both grabbed his ass as his legs pulled themselves together between Midoriya’s, and then large hands slid down to his thighs to pull him up from the ground. Midoriya let out a soft yelp, legs reflexively wrapping around Kirishima’s waist. The redhead turned them around, sitting Midoriya on the counter, and with their lips still pressed together and tongues still brushing roughly against each other, he thrusted hard against Midoriya’s erection, dragging out a loud moan that was desperately covered by the redhead with his own mouth. Midoriya felt now that Kirishima was much, much harder than before, cock pressing against his pants almost uncomfortably. He wasn’t much better, in fact he could guess there was a wet spot forming on the front of his own pants. I should... stop ... The redhead was so much more confident in his movements now, dutifully attentive to Midoriya’s reactions. Every moan or involuntary shiver was an invitation to go on, egging on the tight grip on Midoriya’s hair, the fingers roughly squeezing and pulling his ass, and the relentless thrusting that grinded their cocks together. The pressure and the sliding drove Midoriya insane, and the boy knew for a fact he wouldn’t last much longer. The sudden realization that they were kissing and grinding on the kitchen counter, a mere wall away from their obnoxiously loud friends, sent a shiver down his spine. Midoriya knew the only reason why they haven’t been walked in on yet was because their classmates were too distracted with their conversations to remember there was a movie to watch and popcorn to have. To remember Midoriya and Kirishima have been in the kitchen for far too long. What if they walked in? What if they got hungry, or worried, or just curious? What if Midoriya was seen by someone else, face red, eyes lidded and pupils blown, hair even more of a mess than usual, clothes wrinkled and coated in sweat and musk, his legs spread open and his hard erection pressing against the fabric of his pants, precum leaking and damping it thoroughly? Why does that make me even more worked up? As he kissed Kirishima and moaned a touch too loudly for people who were trying not to get caught, it was easy to see that, up until this point, all of Midoriya’s sexual experiences have been way too public for it to not be a coincidence. He dutifully reminded himself to actually write down the messed up kinks he figured out about himself during these encounters. The redhead’s lips finally released his, but only to immediately bite down on his neck. Midoriya let out a whimper, feeling the sharp teeth digging in skin as Kirishima’s movements became more frantic, more desperate. “K-Kirishima…” He moaned in his ear, trying his best to egg him on. The memory of Todoroki’s own actions the day before pulled the back of his mind as more inspiration than anything. “Please… Please let me come…” “Oh, fuck …” Kirishima snarled, cupping Midoriya’s face with one hand while the other held his ass in place. When the redhead looked up and rested his forehead against Midoriya’s, locking eyes with him, Midoriya’s mind went on a complete breakdown. Was this okay? Wasn’t this breaking some sort of rule? He stared into dark red eyes and everything was suddenly so much more intimate, the impersonal feelings of the whole ordeal out the window. Midoriya didn’t know if he should panic over that or over the sudden feeling of hard rock digging on his ass. Oh no. No, no, no, no, not again. Does anyone in this school know how to control their quirk during sex? “Fuck, Midoriya, you feel so good… ” Kirishima grunted, eyes shutting as his thrusts became hectic. Good? Midoriya’s mind cleared of anything else. No worries or guilt, no broken rules, no regret. He felt good to Kirishima, which meant he was doing good . Midoriya felt so good . He wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear so much more . “K-Kirishima… Say… Say it again… Tell me how good I am…” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, voice shaky and desperate. He didn’t even know if Kirishima was one to dirty talk, or even plain talk during these moments, but Midoriya needed to know , he needed to hear how good he was, how well he was doing. Kirishima frowned slightly in confusion, and for a moment Midoriya wondered against all odds if he was going to be called a weirdo, a creep, a pervert . But the redhead leaned closer, whispering in his ear with the voice of a man about to break. “You’re doing so well, Midoriya,” He groaned, hardened hand suddenly dipping under Midoriya’s pants, squeezing and grabbing on flesh. It was almost painful, there was nothing gentle about hard rock fingers digging in the skin, threatening to draw blood. And yet Midoriya couldn’t help but wish for more, for harder . “Fuck, you feel so good, so soft…” The praising, the grabbing and the thrusting were too much, too much. Midoriya was about to lose it, his legs were shaking violently, wrapped around Kirishima’s hard body, hands pulling at his blazer, short of ripping it, and the feeling of Kirishima’s cock grinding hard against his was painfully exhilarating. He was so, so close, he felt the pleasure pooling in his gut, balls tightening, his entire body trembled in pleasure. “Midoriya, you’re so good, come on, come for me.” Back arching, eyes rolling back, and hands fisting painfully on fabric, Midoriya’s orgasm hit him like a bullet. The white noise in his brain tuning out everything else, his hips thrusting weakly to ride out his climax. When Kirishima came, he harshly pulled Midoriya’s face closer by the hair, kissing him deeply. This time, it was soft once again, a moaning mess, an incoherent mix of spit and tongue. Before Midoriya even came down from his high, before he could find his lungs and heart again in the mess that the redhead made of him, he heard a distant a sound from the other side of the room. “Wow, fuck , now I didn’t see that coming!” Kirishima and Midoriya both looked at each other in panic before turning to look at Kaminari, leaning on the kitchen door. Chapter End Notes hope y'all like cliffhangers ***** Trapped Between a Rock And a Charged Place ***** Chapter Summary Deku gets a few heart attacks in this one Chapter Notes HELLO YOU FILTHY DEMONS DID YOU MISS ME I sure did Listen I'm never jynxing myself ever again so I'm not even gonna SAY ANYTHING about how soon the next chapter will come we'll all just have to suffer and wait ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I spent my midnight kissing an NYPD cop. Don't ask. I need to lay down on the vodka. Only whiskey from now on lmao Enjoy 10 thousand words of nothing but FILTH i hope it makes up for my timing,,,, OH BEFORE I FORGET REMEMBER THOSE GOD FORSAKEN TAGS I PUT IN HERE JOKINGLY ( "also hear me out what if deku does fuck mineta" "and during their sex mineta just shoves one of his balls..." "i'll stop right here") YEAH SOMEONE WAS LIKE HEY COULD YOU GO THE FUCK ON so congratulations sweet anon that actually told me who they were at some point and i just forgot you just turned me into the first fucker to write a MineDeku fanfiction????? We're all going to hell together. HERE'S THE LINK http://overexciteddragon.tumblr.com/post/ 166201030326/ Confusion painted Kaminari’s blushed features, before giving place to straight up amusement . “I mean,” He started, gesturing to the pair that immediately scrambled away from each other. “Bakugou? A bit dangerous, but sure. Sero? I mean, who hasn’t? Ashido? Same as Sero. But, dude, Midoriya ? He’s the class sweetheart , you’re like, tainting the angel, or something.” Midoriya came down from the kitchen counter with a desperate blush, the sticky wetness in his pants suddenly uncomfortable. Great, so now he had been seen, like in his stupid fantasy. Except reality was far from arousing. At least he was caught with his pants on , for a change. “Dude,” Kirishima started, hands cupped over the wet patch on his pants. His face matched the shade of his hair and his tone was serious and pleading. “Just, please , don’t...” “Oh, I won’t tell!” Kaminari interrupted, scandalized. “What the hell do you take me for? I’m your friend, I wouldn’t do that shit. I just came here to get popcorn, you guys can just go on when I’m, uh...” “No, no, no, we’re…We’re going with you.” “You sure? You should change your pants. You both look gross. I’ll make up some excuse for you.” He pushed past them to get to the microwave, grabbing the bag of warm popcorn to pour it in the bowl. Midoriya was frozen in place right beside him, shaky hands cupping the wet patch in his own pants. He couldn’t bring himself to look up. Too many people knew already. There was a whole list of people with whom he did something or who just knew that he did something with someone else. If this got out, if this kind of thing became public, he would taint the image of UA, he wouldn’t be able to get a job as a sidekick , let alone as a pro hero . His entire career would be over, his life would be ruined-- “Midoriya?” A hand touched his arm softly as Kirishima’s voice brought him down from his stupor. “Come on, I’ll give you some clean clothes.” Before they walked out of the kitchen, Kaminari spoke once again. “Hey, Midoriya, dude,” Midoriya looked back, expecting a look of disgust, disapproval, anything to match his own feelings about himself. But when he took in Kaminari’s eyes, they were sympathetic. “I’m not judging you. I mean, I would kiss him too.” Kirishima rolled his eyes as the blonde made playful dramatic kissing noises at him. Midoriya couldn’t help but smile. Even in such an exposing and embarrassing situation, it was nice to know his friends were doing their best to soothe him. Kirishima then led him upstairs. His bedroom was well decorated, with posters of Crimson Riot carefully framed on the wall, statuettes and figurines dutifully polished clean (a feat he admired, with how hard it was to keep those things from gathering every speck of dust), the bed was made with a collection of throw pillows, and not a single piece of clothing was out of place. Midoriya looked around, blushing with wonder. The vision he had of Kirishima was so expertly shattered with how well the redhead cared for his own space.  It was a wonder that he managed to befriend Bakugou, who, if he had kept the same habits Midoriya remembered from childhood, turned his bedroom floor into a sea of dirty clothes and school papers, and only managed to frame his posters before putting them up on the wall because they were the things he cared about the most. Midoriya himself felt suddenly ashamed of how neglectful he was with his own All Might merchandise, even the exclusive ones. Kirishima pulled open a couple of drawers, pulling out underwear and sweatpants. He then offered them to Midoriya, who was still dazzled by the decor, until the redhead softly nudged the pieces of clothing against his chest. “Oh! S-sorry…” “It’s fine, are you okay?” “Yeah! Your bedroom is just… so organized… even your posters and figures, it all looks so nice.” He smiled. Kirishima blushed a pretty shade, and Midoriya took note of how the redhead seemed to take compliments with a hint of embarrassment and disbelief. He found it endearing. “Thanks. Uh, the bathroom is the door across from min--... oh.” Midoriya knew he should at least be remotely decent, but with how often he changed around the other boys in the locker room before physical education and training, it slipped his mind. Until Kirishima mentioned the bathroom, that is. His hands halted, gripping the fabric of his pants now halfway down his bottom, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. “Ah, I’m sorry!” Midoriya squeaked. “It’s just, we change in the locker rooms so often I just completely forgot, I really shouldn’t, I’m sorry, I’ll--” “Hey, hey! It’s fine, we’re both dudes, it’s not like…” Kirishima stopped, unsure how to finish the sentence with what they had just done in the kitchen. “Just, it’s fine.” Midoriya took in Kirishima’s features, an aggressive blush on his cheeks, and noticed his eyes darting down and then away, swiftly. Ah. Kirishima was checking him out. Now, Midoriya didn’t think of himself as attractive at all. He knew he looked bland, had a common face, and if anything his cheeks were too round and his stature too short, not exactly the most desirable traits in men, but he knew he was muscular and yet lean, he knew his skin was smooth and creamy sans the scars, and he knew that those specific traits could be considered attractive to some people. He would say it was unconscious, a habit, even, but deep down he knew the truth behind his actions when he turned his back to Kirishima, as if to save some decency, and slowly pushed down the hem of his pants, feeling the fabric slide around his bottom as he bowed down with his legs straight and back arched. When the fabric reached his knees, he let the pants slide down the rest of the way, slowly pulling himself back upright as they pooled around his feet. When Midoriya was about to pull down his underwear, he dared sneak a look toward Kirishima. He wasn’t disappointed to find out that the redhead hadn’t moved from the same spot. Feeling bold and daring, his eyes remained on Kirishima’s when he actually pushed down the piece of clothing that clung to his bottom. The redhead seemed to panic, unable to stop his own gaze from shifting from Midoriya’s eyes to his propped out ass, creamy skin revealed inch by inch in an agonizing crawl. Midoriya shrugged off the blazer, his bottom and groin now covered only by the white button up shirt. Kirishima looked about to scream. It felt nice to be ogled at that way. “Um,” The redhead licked his lips tentatively, finally taking off his own pants while Midoriya put on the ones given to him. “My… uh… my parents…” He gulped, fumbling with the words. “My parents won’t, uh, be home… tonight… if you wanna… stay over…?” Midoriya paused, already dressed and standing upright with a thoughtful and concerned look. He knew exactly what that invitation meant. Honestly, he was surprised Kirishima even had the nerve to ask and quietly wondered how many people Kirishima had been with for him to be able to propose such a thing as if it was a sleepover. I really shouldn’t. I’m going to disappoint All Might. I need to make good choices. I need to say NO. I need to say… “Sure.” It came out as a noncommittal agreement, as if Kirishima had asked him if he could have Pepsi instead of Coke, not if Midoriya wanted to stay over to fuck. “We should go downstairs, they are probably watching the movie already,” Kirishima smiled sheepishly. “Kirishima…?” “Yeah?” Midoriya fiddled with his own fingers, looking down with an embarrassment that made him feel hypocritical. “We’re… Still friends , right? That doesn’t change anything… Right?” Kirishima seemed to try his very best to give him a soothing smile when he answered, “I’m not a romance kinda guy, or a relationship kinda guy, so if you wanna just… be together for a bit, that’s actually better for me. We’re still gonna be friends, Midoriya.” For the first time since this mess of his sexual life started two days ago, Midoriya felt safe. There was no Bakugou nearly blowing his head off and then teasing to spill out to everyone around him, there was no Todoroki showing off deeper emotions and thinking too much about what they were doing. Kirishima was simple, he was honest and true to himself, he made Midoriya feel for just a moment like he wasn’t making bad or irresponsible choices. Midoriya sent a quick text to his mom, telling her he was staying over at a friend’s to study. Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow! Mom: Please be safe, don’t forget to have dinner and breakfast, call me if you need me to pick you up at any time! I love you. His chest tightened with the guilt of lying to his own mother, but he brutally pushed the thought away, tapping the response with too much strength on the tiny keyboard. I love you too . He swallowed around the lump in his throat. She didn’t need to know about every little thing in his life, right? He was a teenager, he had his own life to lead which didn’t involve his beloved mother at all times. He repeated that to himself like a prayer. That being dealt with, Midoriya followed Kirishima out of his bedroom and down the stairs. A blush crept up on Midoriya’s face with every step as they neared the living room. An ever growing amount of panic took over him. Would they know? What had Kaminari said? He said he was going to cover for them, but how exactly was he planning on doing that? Was he going to say Midoriya wasn’t feeling that good, maybe? Would Midoriya have to feign sickness coming down the stairs? What if Kaminari was trying his best to lie, but he was a terrible liar, like Todoroki was, and everyone was onto him? Bakugou would. Bakugou definitely would know. Bakugou is too good at knowing if people are lying and he was going to figure it out whether Kaminari was a good liar or not and then-- A hand softly squeezed his arm, bringing Midoriya back to reality from his muttering trance. Kirishima smiled at him, and Midoriya couldn’t help but smile back. Before they walked in the living room, a chorus of off-key singing could be heard, Kaminari’s voice surprisingly louder than everyone else’s. “ WHEN WILL MY LIF-- Oh, Midoriya! Are you feeling better? How’s your headache?” Kaminari promptly provided once he saw them. Midoriya didn’t even know how to possibly thank the blond for making it so much easier for him to just jump into the situation. “Well, the singing isn’t helping much,” he joked with a giggle. The room was a mess, and Kirishima smacked his own face in dread. Todoroki was sitting on the coffee table singing loudly, Uraraka was right in front of him, legs crossed and hogging the popcorn like an angry chubby dragon, Tenya was the only one sitting properly on the couch, knees bent at a 90 degree angle, back straight up, he almost looked like a poseable figure, Kaminari was the one standing up and using the remote as a microphone, dancing around the room, and Bakugou was sitting as far as he could from Tenya and literally everyone else, slouched on the couch with his legs spread obnoxiously as if he needed extra space for his extra volume - which Midoriya knew all too well it was not that big. There was popcorn scattered everywhere and the throw pillows were either under Uraraka’s and Todoroki’s bottoms or all over the floor. Bakugou’s eyes immediately shot to Midoriya when Kaminari spoke to the pair. He looked condescendingly from his face to his pants, raising his eyebrows. Midoriya looked away in pure shame. The blond’s smirk was a telltale of his knowledge. “Hey, Deku, why did you change your pants? Got something on them?” Bakugou spoke loudly with his eyes on the TV. The whole room suddenly turned their heads in innocent curiosity, Kaminari looking away sheepishly. Even though it was easy to get away from his mocking comment with an excuse - one which ironically had already been provided by Bakugou, Midoriya pursed his lips angrily at the blonde, watching the blond revel in his embarrassment. “Y-yeah… I just spilled some water on them, Kirishima lent these to me while I’m waiting for them to dry…” Bakugou’s smirk turned into a an almost menacing grimace. Midoriya honestly hated how much the blonde just knew about his sex life and bragged about it, especially the parts that didn’t concern him at all . When Midoriya looked at Kirishima, the embarrassed distaste on his face showed the redhead shared his opinions. “So, how’s the movie?” Midoriya swiftly changed the subject, sitting on the couch between Tenya and Bakugou. Kirishima was adamant on sitting on his own couch and not on the floor, since he lived there , and squished himself between Tenya and Midoriya… who was now in the awkward spot between the guy whose dick he sucked two days earlier and the guy he dry humped not 20 minutes before. Because that was apparently Midoriya’s life now; classifying his classmates by how he fucked them. He silently wondered where that list would stop and quickly decided that was a problem for Future Midoriya. The movie was surprisingly fun and Midoriya could see why Todoroki was so adamant on watching the movie in which the trapped girl who is used by her abusive mother breaks out of her castle prison to live life as a free princess and find happiness in a faraway land. Todoroki knew all the lyrics and some of the script, and while most of them were watching him mouth every song and some key quotes with silent astonishment, Kaminari also knew all the lyrics, and he wasn’t satisfied in just mouthing them, making a spectacle of himself every time the characters broke into a song. Midoriya ended up paying attention enough to learn the chorus, which Kirishima also learned and murmured along with Midoriya, both boys laughing with each other about the accidental duet until Bakugou interrupted them with a “What a bunch of fucking nerds,” elbowing Midoriya in the ribs as he angrily crossed his arms. The first one to cry was Kirishima, who yelled through tears for everyone to stop staring at him like that ; Tenya followed behind, but his crying was robotic, he did nothing but blink the tears away. Midoriya wondered if Tenya thought that if he just didn’t move at all, no one would notice. Uraraka at some point broke into incoherent sobbing, and since no one had noticed her crying silently since the middle of the movie because of where she sat, the sudden stream of tears and snot caught most people off guard, Midoriya letting out a shocked squeak. Bakugou was a rock throughout the entire movie, but his grimace did soothe into a relaxed expression towards the end - Midoriya wondered how much Bakugou actually enjoyed cheesy happy endings. When Midoriya’s tears came, it was too late to pretend he had the sniffles. Kirishima smiled sheepishly at him, making to wipe Midoriya’s tears, but his movements were interrupted by Bakugou leaning over Midoriya, pushing him against the couch to address the redhead, “You got any more popcorn? I can’t stomach this cheesy shit.” Midoriya swallowed hard, hoping the couch would just swallow him whole so he could avoid any more physical contact with Bakugou than the blond’s death grip on his knee to keep him upright. Looking away from Bakugou’s broad shoulders and the hard line of his neck, though, was optional. Midoriya sighed to himself. Keep it in your pants, Christ . Kirishima blinked, “Y-yeah, there’s a bag full of popcorn on the kitchen counter.” When Bakugou got up, Midoriya realized that was the first time in maybe one hour that he wasn’t being touched shoulder to knee on both sides. He spread his legs a little on Bakugou’s side, enjoying the temporary freedom, and when the blond came back he unceremoniously pushed Midoriya against Kirishima, taking back his spot, and shoved the popcorn on Midoriya’s lap, “I don’t wanna keep fucking holding it.” Not two minutes later, Todoroki decided the best way for him to get to the newly made popcorn was to come down from the coffee table and sit on the floor right against Midoriya’s legs, reaching up and behind him for the bowl. Squeezed right in the middle of the three boys, Midoriya wondered quietly when life would stop punishing him in such casual ways about his sex life. By the time the movie was over, everyone was in tears sans Bakugou. Todoroki had a smug smile as he sniffled and wiped his face, the look of victory strained under the tears. People started trickling out as the credits rolled up, first Uraraka had to leave because of her curfew, then Tenya needed to sleep early so he could study in the morning, then Todoroki was too scared of his father finding out he wasn’t actually staying at school to study and train, and when Bakugou stood up to go home he stared at Midoriya, almost expectantly. Right , their houses were right next to each other. It was obvious if Midoriya wanted to leave, it’d be reasonable to go with someone he could walk home with. He wasn’t about to tell anyone, much less Bakugou , he planned on staying over, so he did the next best thing. “I’m gonna wait a bit more until my pants are dry! You can go ahead,” he smiled sheepishly. Bakugou squinted at him, eyes wandering between Midoriya and Kirishima, then huffed out a laugh, turning around to leave. “Have fun,” the blond said, before shutting the door behind him. Midoriya pursed his lips, almost pouting, and the redhead beside him laughed and ruffled his hair affectionately. “It’s not funny,” Midoriya said, pouting harder under the blush that crept up over the casual interaction. “What’s not funny?” Kaminari asked from the other side of the couch. “Nothing,” Kirishima smiled. “Wanna help me clean up the kitchen?” “Hell, no!” The blond laughed, standing up. “I’ll stop cock-blocking you both and see myself out.” Midoriya’s desperate squeal brought  laughter to the blond. “N-no! That’s not-- ” “Listen, if it makes you feel better, I’m about to text Ashido to see if she’s down with staying the night at my place.” Kaminari smirked at them, putting on his shoes. “I told you, I don’t judge. Just don’t break my bro’s heart, yadda yadda. I really don’t care. You guys have fun!” And out the door he was. The reason why Midoriya even stayed was suddenly lost in both the embarrassment of being called out so nonchalantly and finally being alone with the person he was planning on having sex with . Oh god I’m really doing this . “Hey.” Kirishima’s face was a soothing sight under the wave of self consciousness. Midoriya eyed him carefully. “We can just watch a movie and chill, if you want.” He smiled, the blessed angel he was. Midoriya couldn’t help but huff out a chuckle. Kirishima was one of the most soothing people he had ever had the chance to meet, no matter how loud, boisterous, and strong he was, the redhead’s presence was as calming as a warm blanket on a snowy day. And no matter how violent the blush on his cheeks was, he knew quite well what he wanted from such a calm, soothing person... and it wasn’t anything peaceful. “We could,” Midoriya said, and once again letting boldness and recklessness take over his actions, he stood up from the couch, only to sit down on Kirishima’s lap, straddling the redhead’s thighs. He couldn’t bring himself to look up, but managed to blurt out the words swimming in his mind. “Or we could do what I’m here for.” For a second Midoriya thought it was too much, too daring, the deafening silence piercing his lungs. When Kirishima’s hands tentatively touched his thighs, squeezing them softly, Midoriya let out a breath of relief he didn’t know he was holding. The look the redhead gave him was a mix of arousal and unease. Midoriya wanted something else, he was looking for hunger, lust . Anything that would counter his own anxiety. The way he crashed his lips against Kirishima’s was nothing short of desperate. Kirishima’s hands tightened around his thighs, before slowly sliding them towards his ass, gripping the flesh with unabashed need. Midoriya couldn’t hold back the moan that shook his lips against the redhead’s. Kirishima savored it with a groan of his own, biting softly on his bottom lip, pulling it, sucking on it. Sounds of wet kissing and heavy breathing filled the room. Midoriya was sure he could feel his heartbeat thrumming violently in his ears. Arousal and anxiety pooled heavily in his gut, spilling out in the form of pleading moans and nervous shivers. Kirishima’s lips did not tremble with uncertainty like the first time they kissed, this time they moved oh so confidently against Midoriya’s, dragging out whimpers and moans with every flick of his tongue, with every bite and pull, with every low groan. When Kirishima’s tongue finally licked Midoriya’s lips open, his mouth opened with a whine so primal it surprised even himself. The warmth of the redhead’s tongue was overwhelming. He kissed Midoriya as if he was undressing him from clothes and flesh, prying him open, reaching into his core. His large hands nearly wrapped around Midoriya’s nape, and the strong grip felt more steady than it felt constricting. Kirishima’s sharp teeth scraped slightly against Midoriya’s tongue and lips at every movement, and oh god, the thought of those teeth digging into his skin… into his neck, shoulders, thighs, ass, it sent shivers down his spine. He rolled his hips, grinding hard on the redhead’s lap, craving more and more contact. Kirishima groaned so sweetly into the kiss as he squeezed Midoriya’s ass, pulling him closer. The hard line of Kirishima’s half erection pressing against his made Midoriya’s mouth water. The redhead’s hands moved to dip under the band of his pants and underwear, squeezing his ass in a grip that was just the right side of painful. Midoriya’s breath was ragged, skin burning hotter with every touch and head spiraling with every moan. He forced himself to break the kiss, knowing for a fact they wouldn’t get anywhere with clothes on. Kirishima immediately latched onto Midoriya’s neck instead, successfully turning undressing into a near impossible task. “Kirishima,” Midoriya giggled and moaned under the flurry of kisses and soft bites. “If you keep doing that-- ahn , I can’t take it off-- ah! ” Teeth dug harder into the skin of his neck and Kirishima’s tongue swirled over the shallow bruise. The pain was coated with arousal, dragging a long whine from Midoriya. He halfheartedly pushed the redhead away, finally managing some space to finish undressing. The way Kirishima stared at his body made him sort of self conscious, red eyes darkened as they took in every curve, every muscle that slowly came into view under the white fabric that slowly parted open with every button undone. Midoriya shrugged off the shirt, blushing when Kirishima licked his lips like a starved man. “You know, Midoriya,” He started, eyes still not leaving the planes of his skin. “You’ve got something going on with the cute face and the ripped abs.” Midoriya blushed furiously, “T-thanks…?” Kirishima smiled when he finally looked up, one hand unclasping from Midoriya’s asscheeks to pull his head back into a deep kiss. The tips of the redhead’s fingers slid slowly down his back, bringing a soft whine from Midoriya’s throat as his back arched. Midoriya rolled his hips, friction bringing a jolt of pleasure and a primal groan from both boys. Every touch singed his skin; the large hand squeezing his ass, the other pulling his hair, kiss hot and wet and prying his lips open, Kirishima’s cock twitching against his own with too much fabric in between… everything felt like gasoline to the fire pit building in his gut, turned his thoughts into white noise, his moans into pleads… yet it wasn’t enough, oh it wasn’t nearly enough. Midoriya felt selfish, greedy, but by god he wanted those hands all over him, digging bruises on his pale skin, those teeth drawing blood from his neck, that cock spreading him open, fucking his throat, his ass… He desperately pulled at Kirishima’s shirt, breaking from the kiss again to swiftly pull it over his head. Midoriya stopped for a second, admiring the muscles rippling under the tanned skin, the beads of sweat running down the hard lines of his neck and the plateaus of his chest and abs... Well, fuck, jackpot. Midoriya leaned forward, meaning to take in those reddish, plush lips once again, to bite them, pull them, anything … But the universe wasn’t having that. Because the universe liked fucking with Midoriya, apparently. “Kiri, dude, I forgot my-- oh fuck, why do I keep --?” Kaminari’s voice arrived before he did, hands clasping way too violently over his eyes once he walked into the room. Midoriya’s nonchalant frown should’ve been surprising. That is, if he wasn’t weirdly used to being walked in on. Kirishima looked much more distraught than he did, eyes widening between his spread fingers and blush tinting his cheeks and ears. “ Kaminari! What the hell, dude?” Kirishima short of squealed. He pulled his hands from Midoriya’s ass to cover his face in frustration. “I forgot my damn backpack and I need to study, you both couldn’t wait, like, five minutes?” He gestured wildly at the half naked boys on the couch. Regardless of how used to it he was, Midoriya could feel the beginning of shame washing over him as the wave of arousal waned. Yet, despite himself, Midoriya’s bad habit of observation couldn’t help but let him notice how Kaminari’s eyes wandered between Midoriya’s and Kirishima’s faces… and then lower. The blonde made a beeline around them to get to the backpack on the floor beside the couch, lowly cursing up a storm all the while. “Man, there’s a doorbell,” Kirishima sighed. “Why would I ring the doorbell when I have the key to your house?!” Kaminari shrieked, picking up his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. The blonde’s eyes finally met Midoriya’s, whose curious gaze followed him without a pause. Kaminari froze for a moment under the stare, standing quite close to the pair. He swallowed hard. Midoriya squinted with a searching look. Kirishima frowned at the boy straddling his lap. “Dude, you okay?” Midoriya turned to him, but his eyes were unfocused. He was way too lost in his own thoughts, ideas swirling around in his brain like a kaleidoscope, impossible to grasp and translate into words. Midoriya had a mere second, or even less, to make a decision. He knew he was being way, way out of line, that he needed a general consensus, that a level headed conversation beforehand would be a much better way of approaching the subject. God, he was probably going to regret this so much... but that was a problem for Future Midoriya. Present Midoriya had more pressing matters. His hand quickly clasped around Kaminari’s arm, and he slowly pulled the blond closer. Now that’s too much, Izuku. Kaminari’s eyes widened more with every inch, lips parting for a possible protest, but Midoriya’s eyes gazed at those lips with a different idea. That’s out of line, that’s just greedy . Only the first syllable of his name left Kaminari’s lips, before the rest of it was swallowed by Midoriya’s. What if they don’t want it? You’re gonna lose a perfectly good singular partner over… what, greed? The thoughts hammered against his skull, loud, deafening, god , why was he doing this, again? Kirishima hissed under his breath. Kaminari whined softly against his lips. Midoriya couldn’t help but smile in the kiss, the feeling of victory doing wonders for his confidence. He was going to regret this in the morning, god he was going to regret every second of it, but right now, in that moment, all he wanted to know was how it would feel to have two pairs of lips pressed against his skin, praising him, telling him how good he was, how good he felt… Midoriya broke the kiss with a wet, lewd noise, eyes locking with Kaminari’s before turning to look at Kirishima. The silence in the room was deafening. Both boys knew exactly what the proposition was, and now it was up to them to decide. Kirishima and Kaminari looked at each other, eyes wide and cheeks an aggressive red. Midoriya’s thoughts were a mess of anxiety and bad ideas banging violently against his skull, fighting for dominance. God, why was he doing this? Why was he even doing this with Kirishima, let alone trying to bring Kaminari in like some pervert? That was wrong, absolutely wrong. He’d regret this come morning. He’d cry his eyes out, he’d have to look All Might in the eyes knowing he did exactly what he promised All Might he wouldn’t do, he would… But then Kirishima shrugged, and Kaminari shrugged back with a noncommittal groan, and Midoriya couldn’t stop but think, what if? The guilt and curiosity, the self loathing and arousal, they all mingled together in his heart, swirling in confusion. He froze under the overwhelming thoughts, legs shaking against Kirishima’s, the hand holding Kaminari’s arm buzzing, the knot in his throat making it impossible to swallow or breathe. God, he just wanted it all to stop . He waited, begged with his eyes, staring at the yellow irises in front of him with purpose, and hoping none of the despair showed in his face, none of the doubts and fears, none of the guilt. And when Kaminari leaned in and took his lips once again, a soft hand raising to stroke his cheek, Midoriya felt like his entire body was melting, the buzzing in his mind giving way to white noise, the swirl of feelings in his heart a screaming in the distance, and he moaned against the kiss, hand finally unclasping from Kaminari’s arm to pull at the blond’s collar, dragging him closer, desperate for warmth. Kirishima’s hands were lightly stroking his thighs, thumbs circling over the fabric of his pants, fingers large and hard, a contrast to Kaminari’s softer and longer ones. The blond hummed into the kiss, inching closer until his body was almost flush with Midoriya’s, one knee on the couch beside Kirishima. Midoriya had to twist his body a little, but the discomfort was easy to brush past, a barely there ache that was easily forgotten with the two pairs of hands stroking and caressing him, holding him up, keeping him stable, grounded . Midoriya broke the kiss with a smack, eyes half lidded as he licked his lips. Kaminari’s blush was a vision to behold, and it felt so good to know he was the reason for it. “We should go upstairs,” He sort of whispered, eyes on Kaminari as one of his hands lightly squeezed Kirishima’s wrist. Kirishima’s hands gripped the underside of Midoriya’s thighs, hoisting him up as the redhead lifted himself from the couch. He wrapped his legs around Kirishima’s waist and leaned his head on the crook of the redhead’s neck to face Kaminari. The blond looked like he was about to either scream or laugh. Midoriya reached a hand over Kirishima’s shoulder, offering it to Kaminari, who seemed to snap out of whatever train of thought he was having, he stared at his hand and then at Midoriya’s way too innocent smile, before grabbing it. Kirishima walked towards the stairs with Midoriya secured around his waist, and Midoriya led Kaminari by the hand all the while. “You, uh,” Kaminari started, swallowing. “You guys got protection, right?” “Yeah, I got it,” Kirishima looked back at him. “You know that, dude.” The way the blond blushed told tales to Midoriya, who silently wondered how close the two actually were. “Yeah, I know, I’m just checking, I guess.” Midoriya’s voice came out in a soothing tone as he stroked circles on Kaminari’s hand with his thumb, “You sure you’re okay with this?” Kaminari blinked and looked away with a blush. “Yeah, it’s just super awkward.” “It doesn’t have to be,” Midoriya smiled again, squeezing the blond’s hand reassuringly. “I mean, I know. I just never had a threesome before.” Kirishima chuckled sheepishly. “I don’t think any of us had. Which is great! Because we can be super awkward together,” he joked. Midoriya and Kaminari snorted. He wasn’t wrong.   When they arrived in Kirishima’s room, the redhead unceremoniously dropped Midoriya on the bed, and for the first time Midoriya had a good look of his face. Kirishima looked extremely embarrassed, yet his eyes were dark with arousal, and Midoriya would be damned if he didn’t want to take advantage of that arousal to lighten up the mood between the other boys. He decided to climb out of the bed, pulling Kaminari closer by the hand once again as he stood on his toes to lay a wet kiss on Kirishima’s lips. Midoriya broke the kiss only to drop to his knees in front of both boys. It was a bold move, but… he’s done that before. An extra one can’t be hard, right? Is this too fast? Am I going too fast? Kirishima’s erection looked strained under his sweatpants, precum spotting the fabric, while Kaminari looked half hard still, but not for long. Right, I can do this, I can pretend I know exactly what I’m doing . Midoriya breathed in deeply, brushing off the sudden fluster of kneeling between two boys that were hard for him of all people. Well, if they were like this because of him, then he had to be doing something right, right? He swallowed hard, and startled when Kirishima’s soft hand stroke his hair soothingly. It was a comforting gesture, but didn’t do much to wane his embarrassment. Midoriya allowed the confidence and arousal wash over him, tune down the anxiety, the guilt , take over the shame. He raised his hands to stroke Kaminari’s and Kirishima’s thighs simultaneously, and leaned to mouth at the redhead’s erection through his pants. Both boys swore under their breath, and the hiss that came from Kirishima added to the heat pooling in his gut. Midoriya moaned against the bulge that twitched under his lips. He moved to give Kaminari the same attention, hand softly squeezing and stroking Kirishima’s erection over the tight sweatpants. Kaminari was quickly hardening in his pants, and gasped softly when Midoriya brushed his lips over the bulge. He mouthed at it, teeth scraping ever so slightly before he licked a long stripe over the length. When Midoriya gazed up, Kaminari looked torn between screaming and moaning. “Fuck, Midoriya, you--... okay …” Kaminari took a deep breath, like he was trying to decide if this was real or not. Kirishima chuckled sheepishly under a curse, probably wondering the same. It must be quite unreal, the sight of the classroom’s shy crybaby mouthing at two cocks by his own accord. Midoriya scoffed at himself, not sure if he felt distressed or proud. He reached for the hem of Kaminari’s pants and underwear, slowly pulling the fabric down to free the blond’s aching cock. Midoriya swallowed thickly, courage now waning with the reality of his actions pointed right at him, red and leaking, no fabric to hide behind, no more going back. Well, I got this far . Kaminari keened when Midoriya’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tongue lapping and swirling on the tip. Even if inexperienced, there were things Midoriya knew would most likely feel good, so he gambled as best as he could. He pulled out with a pop, licking a long, wet stripe on the underside of Kaminari’s erection as his other hand pulled at Kirishima’s pants in a silent plea. The redhead fumbled nervously as he pulled himself out of his pants. Midoriya wrapped his fingers around the thick cock, immediately shooting an incredulous look when his long fingers didn’t come close to touching. “ Jesus , way to make a guy feel self conscious,” Kaminari snorted, although there was no weight in his joke. Kirishima scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed with the sudden attention. “Dude…” “I’m gonna have to deal with two anyways,” Midoriya huffed out a laugh. He nudged the two closer together before holding a cock in each hand. He licked his lips, feeling the weight of the anticipating silence in the room. With a lot of bravery and a lot of overestimating himself, he swallowed Kirishima’s prick to the hilt. The two boys released a long, shaky breath. Kirishima swore loudly, hand shooting to grab at Midoriya’s curls. The last time Midoriya did this, it was with Bakugou, and it was met with much more aggressiveness. He was honestly glad there was some control over how much he took in his mouth. He bobbed his head a few times slowly, before pulling out to lick a lewd swirl around the tip, switching to give Kaminari the same attention as his hand jerked Kirishima’s cock, now slick with spit. Midoriya took in most of Kaminari’s in one go, fingers wrapped around the base he couldn’t reach. He hummed around the erection, earning a low groan from the blond, and now two hands stroked his hair softly and encouragingly, long and lean fingers along with a hard and calloused ones pushed his head tentatively to take in more of the cock that reached down his throat. It just felt so, so impossibly good. Air struggled all the way to his lungs as he deepthroated Kaminari with teary eyes, fogging his mind. His throat struggled around the volume, twitching and clenching until he couldn’t take it anymore, and the vulgar sounds of gagging and ragged breathing should’ve been repulsive, but Kaminari’s cock twitched every so slightly and god he could feel the veins pumping against his tongue… Midoriya pulled out slowly, tongue pressed hard against the underside until the cock dropped from his lips with a pop. He stared at both of them with dark, hungry eyes, panting heavily. The hands on his hair were so kind and careful they nearly made his heart flutter. It just felt so good to be useful and wanted. He wanted so much more of the dark looks, gentle hands, keening voices… all because of him . Feeling greedy in his haze, Midoriya uselessly licked his lips clean of the smeared spit and precum, nudging both boys even closer, until the tip of their cocks touched each other a mere inch from his lips. He swallowed thickly, hesitating for a second, before opening his mouth as wide as he could manage, taking both heads in his lips. His cheeks stretched uncomfortably around the two wet cocks as he tried his very best to fit more inside his mouth. “Fuck, Jesus fucking Christ, Midoriya ,” Kirishima breathed out as Kaminari only managed a loud groan. Both hands tightened on his hair almost painfully. “How… shit , how many times have you done this?” Midoriya’s tongue lapped around both cocks as best as he could with the painful stretch, spit coating his chin and dripping down on his chest. He pulled out with a gasp, jaw aching now. He swallowed the spit pooling in his mouth as his hands stroked the soaking wet cocks in front of him. God, this is too much . “Once…” Midoriya answered, licking his lips to collect the drool coating them. “With one person. Never with two… um, first time for everything...?” He smiled sheepishly. Kaminari looked at him with incredulous and amused eyes. “Buddy, you’re a bit in over your head…” “Excuse me,” Midoriya squeezed the blond’s with a bit much strength. “I seem to be doing a pretty good job here.” Kaminari winced playfully, ruffling the boy’s head. “Okay, let us do a good job too.” He pulled Midoriya upwards, who was just about to complain before he was pushed on the bed. Both boys smiled at him almost devilishly, and Kaminari’s statement played on repeat in his head. ‘You’re in over your head .’ I always am . Kirishima kneeled beside him and Midoriya made to sit up, but a strong hand pressed against his chest, pushing him back, keeping him down. “You okay?” Kirishima asked sincerely, in a whisper. “Is this okay?” Midoriya blinked at him, nodding slowly. Kirishima’s smile was blinding, it felt like a safeline, and when he kissed Midoriya with a fiery passion, he couldn’t help but whimper weakly against the careful lips that unravelled him so expertly. He had almost forgotten about Kaminari, so lost in the safety that was Kirishima’s hands and lips, until the blond pulled at the hem of his pants. “Dude, help me out,” He tapped Midoriya’s thighs softly, and the boy quickly complied, heels digging on the bed to raise his hips as Kaminari pulled his pants and underwear in a swift motion. Midoriya’s ass hit the bed, cock smearing precum on his belly. He was so lost in the kiss, in the large hand stroking his cheek, angling his head just right, that he barely took notice of Kaminari’s hands pulling his legs apart and of the way the bed dipped under the blond’s weight. But when Kaminari’s teeth nipped softly at the skin of his inner thighs, Midoriya let out a surprised whimper, immediately muffled by Kirishima’s lips. It was all too much, Kaminari kissing and nipping at his inner thighs, Kirishima’s lips ravaging his mouth; Midoriya’s whole body felt too warm, too sensitive, shivering under the careful and relentless touches from the other two. Kaminari’s fingers wrapping around his cock shouldn’t have been a surprise, and neither should have been the lips coating him in warmth, encircling his erection and taking him in deep, but Midoriya couldn’t hold back the lewd moan that left his mouth, nor the way his back arched from the bed and his thighs clasped around Kaminari’s head. His hands shot down to grab at the blond’s hair, and when Midoriya looked down at the other, his eyes taking in the vision of someone’s mouth stretched around his prick, nose buried in his pubic hair, he couldn’t help but keen. “Please…” He swallowed, voice tumbling out of his lips in a tone that didn’t sound like his own. “Kaminari, please, please …” The blond huffed in what seemed like a laughter before he started bobbing his head quickly, humming around his cock, tongue pressing against the underside, swirling on the tip on the way up, breaking Midoriya in a million pieces with every bounce. In a far off corner of his mind, Midoriya knew for a fact both of these boys knew what they were doing, had previous experiences, learned and taught. He knew he was in way over his head, unable to do anything but moan and shiver under the relentless touches that unfolded him with sensations he had never experienced, overloading his body and brain. He drank in every touch, every kiss, every grab and pull, feeling precious and pampered in the hands of boys he would have never thought before that day could’ve made him feel more wanted than he ever did in his life. When Kaminari pulled off, the loss of warmth was in the back of Midoriya’s mind as he turned away from Kirishima, breaking the kiss, and softly pulled at the blond’s hair. Kaminari let himself be led to loom over Midoriya, the boy wrapping his legs around his waist as he pulled the blond for a messy kiss. He tasted like precum and sweat, which probably shouldn’t be arousing and probably shouldn’t drag a long moan from Midoriya’s throat, but there was something about tasting his own seed from someone else’s mouth, licking their tongue clean of it, mixing sweat and spit and moaning in a bruising kiss that pried him open, reached into his core, fogged every inch of his brain. The blond pulled away way too soon, and a blush crept up on his cheeks as he licked his lips. Midoriya thought lazily that both Kirishima and Kaminari looked so attractive with his own spit smeared all over their lips. Kaminari sat up between his legs, and Kirishima loomed over him on his right side. Midoriya blinked, blood rushing to his cheeks as he felt both pairs of eyes digging into him. “So…” Kirishima started in a tentative tone. “You wanna top? Or bottom?” Midoriya couldn’t help but snort as he looked at the two boys practically on top of him. He couldn’t imagine a reality in which ripped, manly Kirishima would bottom for him , and even Kaminari, as lean as he was, was tall and carried himself with an air of superiority. He had topped with Todoroki, and with Bakugou he just… didn’t really do anything much, so... “B-bottoming is… fine…” He answered, eyes darting anywhere but the other boys. “Just… I’ve never done this before…” “Wait, done what? Sex?” Kaminari sounded scandalized. “Your first time is with two dudes ? What was that I said about being in way over your head?” He mocked lightly. Midoriya kneed him softly on the ribs, a laughter erupting from his chest. “No! This is just the first time I... uh…” Even in the situation he was, saying things out loud was somehow too much. He felt ridiculous, hypocritical. Why am I embarrassed now of all times? “I gotcha,” Kirishima chortled, hand reaching out to stroke Midoriya’s hair softly. “But seriously though, if it gets too much you can just say it. I’d rather get blue balls than hurt you, bro.” Kaminari snorted, “Did you just ‘ bro ’ a guy you’re about to go balls deep into?” Midoriya muffled a chuckle under his hands as Kirishima jokingly punched the blond’s shoulder. “Just shut up and get the damn lube and rubbers,” The redhead said, pushing the other off the bed with a tad too much strength. Kaminari cackled all the way to the dresser where he was to collect the items. Midoriya still covered his mouth, knowing a smile peeked from under his hands. The anxiety and the fear washed away from him with every smile, joke, and laughter, the boys were either way too much in their element or they were doing their best to make Midoriya comfortable. He suspected it was a bit or both. Midoriya felt his muscles relax as Kirishima gently coaxed him to lay down on his belly and slipped a pillow under it. The position was a tad awkward but comfortable, and when the redhead sitting beside him kissed and nipped at his neck, Midoriya couldn’t help but hum softly, a string of whimpers coating his throat with every touch of lips and sharp teeth. Kirishima’s fingers slowly made their way down Midoriya’s back, brushing softly across his spine with the tease of a touch, bringing a shiver from his neck to the tailbone as Midoriya felt his back arching delicately against the redhead’s fingers. A smaller hand with leaner fingers was placed on the back of his thigh, Kaminari tentatively stroked his sensitive skin with the shaky limb. It all felt so tender. That is, until Midoriya felt the sparkle of electricity shoot over the back of his thigh, forcing his muscles to clench under the sudden energy burst. His body shot up on all fours as Midoriya yelped in what he wasn’t sure was pain or… pleasure? What the fuck . “ Crap!!! ” Kaminari short of screamed. “I’m so sorry, I got nervous, I fucked up, crap, I’m so sorry, dude!” “Man, what the hell?” Kirishima chastised, trying to soothe Midoriya with a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. Midoriya faintly heard Kaminari’s apologies and Kirishima’s scolding. A strange feeling of what seemed like adrenaline overtook him, his head buzzing in nothing but white noise and the faint recognition of pleasure tied with adrenaline and pain that were usually mixed up exclusively in dangerous situations, throwing him in a whirlwind of confusion. It feels the same as when we spar, or fight, or train . It feels like winning . What the fuck . “Do that again.” The words came out before he thought them through, but instead of correcting himself he simply shook his head softly as he convinced himself that the quick paced, anxiety bred zigzagging of thoughts in his head was enough thinking, enough considering. Nevermind that the last two times quirks were involved in his sex life he had to go to the nurse’s office. Are quirks really that hard to control in sexual situations? He couldn’t possibly know, he only had One For All for less than a year, it was hard to conjure it in normal situations, let alone when he was too focused on getting off or sucking dick. God , his life was a mess. He took a deep breath, pushing away the thoughts. This wasn’t a time for quirk analyzing. Midoriya looked over his shoulder at a shocked and slightly flustered Kaminari. “ Do that again ,” he asked with more conviction. The blush creeping up his cheeks as he arched his back further and spread his legs to an almost scandalized Kaminari. “ Please , Kaminari…” That was most likely poor judgement. Midoriya knew that electricity could quite literally stop his heart from beating… but a part of him didn’t really care, and another, more rational one, simply trusted Kaminari’s control over his quirk. The blond surely knew how to control the intensity and voltage of the shocks, after all these years having a quirk. Right? He was willing to gamble. Kaminari looked at his own hands before his eyes shot back to Midoriya’s lewd position, almost throwing the boy off in pure embarrassment. Kaminari knelt behind him on the bed and placed his hands on each of Midoriya’s thighs. The blond breathed in, stabilizing the shaking of his limbs. The small electric current that shot through Midoriya’s thighs threw his entire body into a spasm, his head shot up and Midoriya faintly heard a moan so high pitched and awfully lewd it took him a beat to realize it came from himself . “Huh,” Kaminari’s voice sounded muffled by Midoriya’s own heartbeat. “I didn’t know I could use it for that .” “Yeah, but should you?” Kirishima finally pitched in, tone amused. “Oh fuck off , man, you use your quirk during sex all the time.” Kirishima chuckled before turning to Midoriya, who was still physically and emotionally reeling from the intense shock. Why do I always end up dealing with quirks? , he thought, unable to close his gaping mouth and faintly aware of the drool that ran down from his lips, wetting the bed underneath him with every gasp for air. Is this a normal thing? Does everyone have trouble controlling their quirks during sex? But more importantly, why am I suddenly so aroused by this? I watched porn in the past, sure, but it was nothing out of the ordinary, and now suddenly not only the possibility of being walked in on turns me on but also suffering real electric shocks directly on my skin? Is this some sort of newfound masochistic nature or-- “Maybe you’re just into weird shit, dude, everyone is,” Kirishima piped in. Midoriya flushed a deep red, realizing that he was once again muttering his intimate thoughts for the world to hear. He had to break out of that habit. Kirishima laughed at Midoriya’s flustered and scandalized look. “Listen, relax. No one’s gonna judge you for that.” “No, nope, I know plenty of people who would judge him for that.” “Okay, some people will judge you for that,” Kirishima rolled his eyes at the blond. “But we won’t! And you’re finding out about that shit with us, the chillest dudes.” Midoriya frowned, collecting his thoughts and breathing. “How’s that supposed to make me feel better about this stuff?” “Well,” Kaminari cut in, crossing his arms on Midoriya’s lower back and leaning his head on them. “For instance, you get to just bask in all of your kinky shit with no fear,” His finger tips traveled up Midoriya’s spine, sending miniscule electric currents on every bump of his bones, turning the boy’s body into a shivering mess. “No restrictions, no judgement,” Kaminari’s hand reached Midoriya’s face, fingertips brushing against his lips with buzzing electricity, yellow eyes darkening as they met with wide emerald ones. “Just us, helping you sort out what you like.” Kirishima’s hands joined in, one stroking Midoriya’s hand softly, and another wrapping with surprising tenderness around the back of his neck, hardened fingers caging him in place. The redhead kissed his temple, “We’re gonna be safe and go slow, if you wanna do it. Just dudes being bros.” “Just bros being dudes,” Kaminari grinned. Midoriya wondered faintly if that’s how it felt to have a heart attack. Every limb of his buzzed with anticipation, his heartbeat drumming wildly in his ears. If there was any ounce of regret still in him at that point, the hot, hard, and electrifying touches melted it right off, along with his shame. Midoriya swallowed once, breathed twice, and then he licked his lips before smiling at the boys. “Alright. Okay…” He bit his lower lip, feeling shivers down his spine. His exhilarated heartbeat a wild lusting monster under his ribcage, threatening to take over every inch of his body and will. Midoriya swallowed once again, pondered, considered, and realized the monster was nothing but need, and the threat nothing but a wild mess of desire. Both of them simply parts of him he had not yet experienced with such intensity, if at all. Lust, desire, need, hunger. He took it all like a name, a warped alias for a persona he wasn’t ready to let go of, not just yet, not after everything he had experienced in these past few days. There was no wish to stop himself from saying the words that rolled off of his tongue so naturally, like a scripted line he had run through his head a thousand times before the play. “Mess me up, boys.” Kirishima and Kaminari both gave him a toothy grin, and it would’ve looked menacing if Midoriya didn’t know them well enough. He knew they were just happy with how much trust he just put upon them. And he also knew they were excited with the possibility of fucking him as well. That much he would be honest to himself about. Kirishima moved to sit down cross legged in front of Midoriya, tapping his own lap with a smile. “Lay your head down so you can relax.” Midoriya blinked at him, quite shamelessly staring at Kirishima’s erection pressed against his own belly, feeling bad about the possibility of just laying down and ignoring it, but before he could think about his options, Kirishima gently led Midoriya’s head to his own thigh with the hand gripping his nape. Midoriya felt Kirishima’s softened fingers stroking the back of his neck and turned to watch Kaminari pouring some lube on his hand, spreading it along his fingers. Kirishima reached over to press down on Midoriya’s lower back, coaxing him to lay down flat with his stomach on the pillow underneath it, his hand then came back to stroke the boy’s neck. Kaminari rubbed circles on his asscheeks, before he spread them apart, finger rubbing idly against his hole. Midoriya felt exposed, he knew for a fact there was a blush creeping up his cheeks and neck. “Relax, I’ll take it slow,” Kaminari said. When the blond pushed his finger in, Midoriya reflectively tensed up. Kaminari laughed a bit, “Feels weird?” “Yeah, it’s… odd.” “The first time is always weird,” Kirishima chuckled from above him. “I think your body gets, like, conditioned to enjoy it because of what comes next.” “What comes next…?” Midoriya found himself frowning in confusion. “Okay, wait, wait, gimme a bit,” Kaminari cut them off. He slowly buried his finger to the hilt and twisted it around, dragging a soft whimper from Midoriya’s throat. “Okay, lemme find…” And then his finger brushed hard against a bundle of nerves. Midoriya saw stars , the moan coming from his lips a loud whine that he couldn’t hold if he wanted to, back arching reflexively against the touch. “There. That’s what comes next.” Midoriya had a generic understanding of how anatomy worked, and he faintly remembered learning about the prostate, which was supposedly the most sensitive part of his body. He never understood how sensitive it actually was until that moment. “Please do that again, please, god, please …” He heard himself begging. Both boys chuckled softly at Midoriya’s whining, and Kaminari complied without a beat, finger crooking and brushing against the bundle of nerves repeatedly, moans toppling down Midoriya’s tongue in a cascade. The second finger stung a little, and the scissoring felt weirdly pleasurable, but the way Kaminari started finger fucking him and crooking them before pulling out every time drove Midoriya to hump the pillow underneath him as his whimpers became a string of begging. The third finger stretched him almost painfully, but he brushed past the ache easily, bracing himself for when the sting would turn into pleasure. By the time Kaminari was scissoring him with four fingers, Midoriya was nearly fucking the pillow in a desperate and frantic search for friction. “Fuck, Midoriya, you stretch out quick,” Kaminari whistled, digging his fingers deep as he pulled Midoriya’s ass cheek with the other hand, watching his own work with a blush. “Think I can put it in now?” “Maybe wait a bit--” Kirishima started, but was immediately cut off by Midoriya himself. “ Please ,” He gasped, hand clasped against Kirishima’s thigh. “Please put it in, please …” The boys breathed in sharply, and Kaminari pulled out his fingers. He fumbled with the condom packet, wrapping himself as quickly as he managed to. Midoriya whined loudly at the emptiness, watching impatiently as the blond slicked his own cock with lube. Kaminari then angled himself, tip pressing against Midoriya’s hole. He licked his lips, “Okay, breathe out.” Midoriya knew for a fact it would hurt, there was no way a dick would just fit inside him with no struggle, but the stretch was completely different than the one from the fingers, and even though Kaminari pushed in slowly, Midoriya hissed until the head was buried in, trying his very best to just relax. Midoriya took a few seconds to speak. “Okay, go on…” The blond slowly moved, spreading Midoriya open until he was buried to the hilt. He bottomed out with a low groan, body leaning over Midoriya’s as he held onto his waist with an iron grip, and rested his head on the back of his neck. Midoriya winced, willing his body to get used to the feeling of intrusion that stretched him open. He breathed a few times, listening faintly to the boys above him groaning softly at the view. “Kaminari,” Midoriya swallowed, turning to look at the blond as best as he could, and licked his lips. “Move, please.” The blond cussed under his breath with a smile on his lips. He pulled out slowly, pushed in slower, working a rhythm that allowed Midoriya to get used to the thrusting. The ache and oddness gave way to pleasure each time, and Midoriya found himself moaning against Kirishima’s thigh, one hand reaching back to grab at Kaminari’s hips, pulling him closer, deeper, faster . Kaminari stopped to quickly pull his hips up, settling Midoriya on all fours, and before the boy complained for him to move, Kaminari slammed his hips against Midoriya’s ass, cock buried deep and hard, dragging a loud guttural moan from the green haired boy. Midoriya found himself facing heavy lidded red eyes that seemed to stare right back into his soul. He was suddenly so very aware of being fucked on all fours, mouth hanging open as he moaned shamelessly with every thrust, and he felt for a moment like he should’ve been embarrassed, should’ve tried to hold back his moans, hide his face, but as he watched Kirishima jerking himself off with a hungry look, staring at Midoriya like he was the most arousing view this world could ever conceive, Midoriya’s brain graced him with an idea instead. He licked his lips and reached for Kirishima’s wrist, pulling it away from his cock. Midoriya barely noticed the redhead’s confused frown before he lowered his head and swiftly wrapped his lips around Kirishima’s cock with no warning. “ Oh holy fuck -” Kirishima groaned, hand immediately shooting to grab at Midoriya’s hair. The feeling of being stretched open and filled up was overwhelming, his throat convulsed against the swollen prick that he forced himself to swallow around, arousal allowing him to ignore the painful gagging. With every thrust from Kaminari, the blond’s hips slapping against his, hands clutching at his sides, Midoriya took more of Kirishima’s cock than he could handle, his breathing turning labored and almost painful. The hand in his hair tightened and Midoriya could hear both boys groaning and cursing under their breath. It felt good. God , it felt so good to make them feel good. “ Fuck , Midoriya…” Kirishima hissed, gently pulling and pushing Midoriya’s head with the rhythm. “You’re doing so good… god, you feel so good…” Midoriya’s eyes rolled back as he moaned loudly around the redhead’s cock. He grabbed at Kirishima’s thigh, bracing himself to force more of his cock down his throat. Midoriya wanted more praising, so much more . He choked and writhed, hummed and whined, begging with his whole body. Please tell me more . Please tell me I’m doing good . His own erection was nearly forgotten, bobbing indecently against his belly as Kaminari’s thrusts became more and more erratic. “Jesus fuck ,” The blond groaned, leaning over to loom above Midoriya. “You’re so damn tight, you’re sucking me in… feels so good Midoriya…” His voice was labored, the word vomit finding its way out between pants. Midoriya was so far gone. He never imagined sex could be so intense, which seemed like a silly thought, but being able to moan loudly without worrying about being caught, listening to praises between groans that were far from muffled paranoid whispers, and having his mouth and ass ravaged all the while... it was so much, it was too much . His head spun with sounds too loud to discern, the wet noises from the spit slicked cock sliding in and out of his mouth and the hips slapping ass mingling together in what maybe could’ve been repulsive, but he couldn’t find it in himself to find it anything but arousing. The praises and curses groaned under labored breaths were a whirlwind in his ears, turning his own mind into a mess of begging and pleading his mouth was too full to spit out. Kaminari’s hands found their way on Midoriya’s ass once again in a bruising grip, the action itself already enough to add to the overwhelming touches and movements all around him, but Midoriya noticed too late the intentions behind the grip. Fingertips buzzed against his skin, and before the boy could properly process the feeling, a small wave of electricity shot through the fat of his cheeks, muscles immediately clenching under skin. Midoriya’s back arched painfully in reaction, mouth pulling off of Kirishima’s cock as his head shot back, a scream making its way out of his now empty yet soaked throat. Midoriya coughed around his own spit when his head shot back down, limp, mouth gaping and eyes wide. The noises around him were a muffled mess, his head spinning in a crazed high he had yet to decide if it was pleasurable, despairing, or a messed up mixture of both. Kaminari’s movements never wavered, and Midoriya was violently brought back from the haze by the blond’s prick suddenly hammering his prostate. “See? Told you he was fine…” Kaminari spoke, sounding to Midoriya like he was miles away. “It was a short voltage, he’s just hypersensitive now…” “Dude, he looks so gone,” Midoriya was barely aware of Kirishima’s hand holding his head up, the touch feeling like white noise against his skin, and the redhead’s face looked so close, yet blurry. “You okay there, bud?” I have no clue . Midoriya nodded slowly, but was interrupted midway by Kaminari hammering his prostate once again. The noises were mingled and messy, yet he could just barely hear his high pitched moan that seemed nearly hysterical. Spit pooled on the sheets directly underneath his gaping lips, but he couldn’t bring himself to close his mouth. Instead, he wanted to speak, to beg, he wanted sounds other than the garbled mess of moaning to come out of his mouth. “ Ag… ag… ain …” He barely managed to spit out, letters put together in a haphazard way and sounds too far from the actual pronunciation. “ Aga… in… ag… a… gai… aga... in… ” Midoriya tried over and over, hoping either of them would understand if he just sounded the word enough times. “ Again? ” Someone asked. Maybe Kaminari, since Midoriya didn’t process Kirishima’s lips moving, yet he wasn’t sure. He nodded frantically. Kaminari complied with enthusiasm, and once again electricity washed over Midoriya in gut wrenching, pleasurable waves from the fingers digging in his ass. The muscles of his legs and lower abdomen clenched painfully, his brain was a mess of warped and unfinished thoughts, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he saw stars in his blacked out vision. Hands found their way to his cheeks, large and warm, a calm haven in the violent hurricane his mind and body were throwing him in. Midoriya leaned into the touch, knowing he should be embarrassed about the drool running down Kirishima’s wrists and the loud and unrestrained moans he barely had any control over, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. “You’re so good, Midoriya, so good, you’re doing so good…” Kirishima peppered his face with kisses, hand swiftly wrapping around Midoriya’s neck in a soft squeeze. The hand fit perfectly around his neck, and Midoriya tried so hard to find his voice so he could ask Kirishima to squeeze harder, just to see how it would feel. Everything was so overwhelming, the pleasure, the muscles straining from the sudden electrical shocks, legs shaking violently from holding him up, his prostate being hit randomly with such force he could only shiver and moan as a response. And then he was just gone , his body trembled violently and his back arched reflexively, his eyes rolled back as he let out a long and guttural moan. Midoriya came untouched, strings of cum messing up the pillow underneath him beyond salvation. Kaminari fucked him deep and hard throughout the entirety of the orgasm. I felt like a high he couldn’t come down from even as his body relaxed and his mind started to clear. “Good, good, fuck, Midoriya, you did amazing…” “So fucking good, fuck…” The voices echoed in his hazy mind as he barely processed touches turning gentle and sweet. Then, a song started playing in the distance. It sounded far away, but Midoriya knew it wasn’t that far. He faintly recognized it, but quickly decided to ignore it. He saw Kirishima look to his side, and then reach over to the floor beside the bed, hand leaving Midoriya’s neck. Suddenly, Midoriya’s own phone was held up in front of his face. Call from All Might . “Want me to pick up?” Kirishima said in a joking tone. “ All Might ?” Kaminari whistled between groans. “You should pick up dude, could be important. Not like you’re doing anything right now...” Midoriya wanted to roll his eyes, but he barely had the strength to raise his hand. His eyes zeroed on the ignore button, shaky finger pressing a wet digit on the screen. He then pushed the phone from Kirishima’s hold, newfound strength moving his arm so he could guide the redhead’s hand back around his throat. “Wow, you’re so gone you can’t even talk,” The redhead chuckled. “Does it still feel good, Midoriya? You’re doing so well, god , you’re so good…” Kirishima’s other hand was wrapped around his own cock, jerking himself in erratic movements, his eyes a dark shade of red that looked eerily like blood, and Midoriya drank them in. The hand on his neck squeezed softly, and the hips slapping against his ass were losing rhythm. “Such a good boy, Midoriya...” Kirishima groaned. “So fucking good, taking it all in so nicely…” Kaminari moaned. “Doing so well, so good…” “ Fuck , I’m gonna come…” “You’re gonna take it all in, yeah? You’re a good boy, gonna take it all in…” “ Fucking Christ Midoriya …” “Open your mouth, open up, c’mere…” The boys came almost simultaneously. Kaminari buried himself in Midoriya’s ass, body covering his as the blond gripped his ass painfully, pumping the condom full of cum. Kirishima then pulled Midoriya’s head down, thrusting up into his mouth as warm spurts of cum filled Midoriya’s throat. He swallowed it all like a parched man, the bittersweet taste reminding him lightly of Bakugou’s semen. Midoriya pulled off, cum running down his lips as he laid his head on Kirishima’s thigh. After a long while of nothing but the sound of the three boys panting loudly, he suddenly became aware of Kaminari’s unbearable weight on top of him. “You’re… crushing me… Kaminari…” He sputtered out between gasps. Kaminari pushed himself up and pulled out of him, the newfound burn around his rim making Midoriya hiss with the action, but he was relieved to finally allow his legs to give in, and plopped down on his side heavily. The blond laid down right beside him, pulling him in for a hug that felt so impossibly comforting. “You doing alright down there?” Kaminari chuckled. Midoriya barely managed a hum, which brought a tired laughter to the other boys. “Scooch, I wanna lay down,” Kirishima tapped his head lightly, but Midoriya had no intention to move, which prompted the redhead to manhandle his head out and away from his thigh as Midoriya whined all the while. Midoriya felt the pillow being pulled from under him and whined some more, he then heard Kirishima’s footsteps away from the bed and then back again, probably to throw out the condom that Kaminari had just tied up and tossed on the ground. The redhead’s warmth suddenly enveloped his back as Kirishima lay down right behind him. The three boys were left in a comfortable silence that lasted a few peaceful minutes, interrupted only by Kirishima. “Why do you have All Might as a contact in your phone?” Midoriya sighed, amused. “Of all the things that happened today, that’s the most unbelievable one?” “The second most unbelievable was you swallowing ,” The redhead mocked, chest rumbling against Midoriya’s back as he laughed. Midoriya and Kaminari chortled along, the boy surprisingly finding no shame in him from the comment. “It didn’t taste bad. I thought it’d be a waste to just spit.” “Yeah, I eat a lot of fruit.” “You know that’s just a myth, right?” Kaminari pitched in. “You say that because yours tastes like crap and I wouldn’t swallow if you paid me to.” “Really? Huh,” Midoriya hummed, suddenly curious. “Yeah, want me to dig up the condom from the trash so you can see it for yourself?” “Oh my god , gross, Kirishima!” Midoriya snorted, lightly elbowing the redhead behind him. The laughter from the three boys died in another comfortable silence. Kirishima sneaked his arm under Midoriya’s head while the other hand rubbed soothing circles on his hip, and Kaminari buried his nose in Midoriya’s hair. Midoriya softly pressed his lips against the salty skin of the blond’s chest and intertwined his fingers with the redhead’s. It felt so warm and peaceful. Midoriya’s entire body was heavy with exhaustion, yet it buzzed with contentment. The spot between both boys felt eerily like home, a quiet and warm spot of heaven that shielded him from all of the infernal thoughts and feelings that were promptly fucked and kissed out of him in the span of an hour. A long beat of silence followed, and exhaustion nearly drove Midoriya into a slumber, before Kirishima shifted behind him. The redhead sat up and loomed over him, eyes suddenly searching. “Are you alright?” Midoriya blinked. “Yeah… I am. Why?” “We didn’t hurt you, did we?” “No… I mean… I might have some bruises, though I can’t see them now… after all, electricity can burn the skin, and your quirk can make your skin rough and sharp, and uh, there was some biting and stuff, so in that way yeah, I’m a bit bruised, but…!! It’s not like I didn’t like it! I mean, I seem to be into some weird stuff that I’m just finding out about and it seems like all of the stuff I’m getting into gets me hurt somehow, and even though it’s really nice in the moment I do need to figure out how to hide the bruises from--” “Dude, chill …” Kaminari chuckled from beside him. “We just wanna make sure we didn’t do anything you didn’t like. You did say that was, uh… your first time bottoming…” “Y-yeah… I mean… yeah, I’m okay... you guys were… good…” He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. “Just good?” Kirishima smirked, mocking. “Pretty… good…” He mumbled, flustered. Both boys laughed before Kaminari spoke. “I’m glad it was good. I mean, fuck,” He whistled. “If you told me this morning I’d be having a threesome with the classroom pretty boy and the classroom sweetheart today I’d be laughing at you… yet here we are.” Kirishima huffed out another laugh, crimson eyes zeroing in on Midoriya once again. “Yeah… I didn’t take you for the type to, you know, do any casual stuff… not that it’s bad! Just, you know…” “Heh…” Midoriya lowered his eyes, searching for shelter from the two pairs of eyes on him. “Yeah… it’s not like I’ve been doing that stuff for a long time… I, uh, I hadn’t even had my first kiss until yesterday…” The collective gasp made him shrink further. Was he really seen as such a prudish person? He distantly wondered how many casual fucks it would take to completely destroy that image. “Wait, then when was your first time?” Kaminari asked with an amused tone. “Yesterday.” “You’re fucking with me …” The boys looked at each other with amused smiles. “Shit, were you really a virgin through and through until yesterday?” “I mean… I blew someone the day before…” The cackling should’ve made him feel embarrassed, even offended, but Midoriya couldn’t help laughing along. There wasn’t a mean bone in these boys, and to be honest, his history of intimacy really was amusing, there was no getting around it. He went from first blowjob to first kiss and first time to first threesome in three days, in that order . Yet… he felt no sense of shame or embarrassment. Hell, it felt kind of fun. There wasn’t an ounce of regret that wasn’t directly connected to All Might, the mentor being the only thing truly keeping him from continuing his lewd misadventures. The only reason All Might even wanted him to stop was because Midoriya kept doing things publicly, kept getting caught, and was unsafe in all sorts of ways. Maybe, if he made sure none of that happened again... Midoriya licked his lips, thoughtful. They decided to sleep on the same bed. It was cramped but comfortable enough, and after manhandling a lazy Kaminari out from above the blankets and turning off the lights, Kirishima managed to get them all to lay down on the bed so he could throw the blanket over them. The thump on the floor startled Midoriya a bit, and he sat up to look over Kirishima’s shoulder to examine the source of the sound. “What’s up?” The redhead asked from under him. “I don’t… ah!” Midoriya climbed on top of Kirishima, using the redhead as leverage to reach the floor. “My phone, it just dropped.” “Heavy! Heavy!” Kirishima chuckled, easily pushing Midoriya off of him and back on the bed. “You gonna call teach All Might back?” Kaminari snorted from beside him, eyes searching Midoriya’s screen. “No!” Midoriya hid the screen on his chest, frowning at the blond. “I was just checking stuff.” The notification of a lost call wasn’t on the screen, and Midoriya hummed curiously at it, but decided to just lock the screen and shove the device under his pillow. “Alright, it’s late, let’s go to sleep, we got studying to do tomorrow,” Kirishima yawned, hugging Midoriya from behind. Kaminari just pressed himself against the wall, arm stretched out to hold Midoriya’s hand and one leg on top of his. He seemed like the type of person to sleep like a starfish and the whole threeway ordeal must have thrown him off. Midoriya chuckled under his breath, watching Kaminari’s frown deepen over his closed eyelids, no doubt from the lack of space for his limbs to stretch. Kirishima seemed content enough with spooning, and his breathing settled into a soft rhythmic hum not long after he adjusted his limbs to tangle with Midoriya’s. The silence in the dark room was a peaceful one, and after all the noises that beat against those walls during the night it was an awkward quiet, and Midoriya couldn’t find it in himself to sleep. The bruises all over his body ached distantly, not enough to bother but enough to annoy, and he knew for a fact sitting down was going to be a painful task for the next couple of days, at least. Midoriya’s mind wandered wildly in the dark bedroom, with the other boys sound asleep. From the supposed guilt he couldn’t find in himself (yet he somehow knew he should have) to the smallest thing… No missed call notification to swipe away. It was such a small thing, but he couldn’t keep his mind away from the thought. He hummed thoughtfully once again, picking up his phone from under the pillow with slow, deliberate movements so that he wouldn’t wake up the other two. The screen lit up bright in the dark and he muffled a squeal before shoving it against his chest. He quickly turned down the brightness under the covers. Calls… missed calls… nothing. Before the frown could fully form between his brows, it was quickly replaced with understanding... and then wide eyed dread . Received calls. ← All Might 042XXXXXXX Duration: 01:03 Midoriya fought to keep his breath still and quiet, eyes wide and unblinking on the barely lit screen, until it turned off by itself. The room was once again washed in darkness and silence, both of which were suddenly far from comforting. End Notes Hey, if you're enjoying this absolute trainwreck, consider buying_me a_coffee! Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!