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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia Relationship: Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku, Shinsou_Hitoshi/Todoroki_Shouto, Minor_or Background_Relationship(s), Kirishima_Eijirou/Shinsou_Hitoshi/Todoroki Shouto Character: Class_1-A_(My_Hero_Academia), Midoriya_Izuku, Bakugou_Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Todoroki_Shouto, Kirishima_Eijirou, Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead, Yamada_Hizashi_|_Present_Mic Additional Tags: Underage_Drinking, Pining, Angst, Implied/Referenced_Drug_Use, Awkward Crush, Party_Games, Party, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, Dick_Pics, Drinking Games, Don't_drink_and_dick, beer_pong, Aggressively_gay, Teachers_aren't as_stupid_as_you_think_they_are, girls_are_great, Trolling, Drunk Texting, Bakusquad, Daddy_kink_mention, Underage_Smoking, Crying, Bakugou is_embarrassing, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Anal_Sex, Butt_Plugs, Cock_Rings, Love_Confessions Stats: Published: 2017-10-07 Updated: 2017-11-16 Chapters: 2/? Words: 23582 ****** King's Cup ****** by garbaege Summary 'Alright, Katsuki, you can do this. Just lie. Lie and say fucking ANYONE but Deku.’   “Deku.”   ‘You traitorous fucking slut.’ Notes Baby's first fic, ahhhhh. Shoutout to Lu for turning this potato into a baked potato. Rules for King are at the end if you don't know the game. See the end of the work for more notes ***** Bakugou Katsuki Gets White Boy Wasted ***** It was the first friday since moving to the dorm, and there was an electric energy buzzing through his classmates, excited faces and hushed whispers. Katsuki had no idea what the idiots were up to, but if they were trying to keep shit- whatever it was- a secret, they were doing a piss poor job of it.   At lunch he plopped himself down in his normal spot at the end of the table with his “friends” and grimaced at their inane chatter.   “Are you excited for tonight, Bakugou?”   He looked up under his eyebrows at Sero, who was smiling his stupid soy sauce smile.   Mina chimed in as she pumped her fist in the air, “Yeah man, are you ready to party hardy?”   “What the fuck are you boneheads on about?”   “Oh damn bro, no one told you? No way!” Kirishma said, shocked.   “I mean it’s not surprising, it’s not like he's got people lined up to partake in his excellent conversational skills,” Mina laughed, elbowing Sero.   “Tch. Is this what’s been making you all act like a bunch of fucking braindead idiots all day? Either tell me what you’re talking about or stop fucking bringing it up!”   “Oh dude, Denki’s got a sick hook up. It’s gonna get lit back at the dorms tonight!” Kirishima enthused.   Katsuki rolled his eyes, “Don’t say “lit,” makes you sound like an even bigger idiot than you are.”   “Don’t rain on his parade, dude, my cousin got us a keg and a box of liquor!”   “I don’t get what you’re so excited about, there’s no way four-eyes is going to let this happen.”   “Naw, it’s all good. Midoriya and Todoroki convinced him it was good for group moral after all that’s happened, and that it would be a good bonding experience, or some junk like that.” Denki assured looking smug, like he’d one upped Katsuki in some way.   Katsuki crossed his arms and looked across the cafeteria toward the green haired boy. Their eyes met and Midoriya gave a shaky smile, Katsuki’s gaze immediately snapping away as he huffed under his breath, “shitty fucking Deku.”   “So, bro, are you in?” Kirishima asked, giving him that signature bear trap grin, throwing an arm roughly around his shoulders.   “Tch, whatever.”   “Woo hoo the Baku-Squad is gone get turnt tonight!” Ashido whooped. The words “squad” and “turnt” both made him cringe.   Sero covered her mouth hurriedly, “Keep it down, keep it down.”   --   Later that evening he answered a knock at his door to Eijirou wearing some horribly loud overshirt with a Crimson Riot tee underneath and a shark tooth pendant around his neck. His hair in it’s usual spiky glory with the addition of a thick headband.   “You dressin’ up for someone, hair-for-brains?” Katsuki scoffed.   “Come on Bakubro, it’s a party! I wanna look good and feel good,” he pronounced, popping his shirt from his chest.   Katsuki joined him in the hall and pulled his door shut behind him. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans that hung low on his hips, exposing the thick elastic band of his red briefs, and a simple black tank top. Ready, they headed down the stairs together.   “So what’s Pikachu’s ‘amazing’ plan for when Aizawa comes through for his rounds later tonight?” Katsuki asked as they reach the common room.   “Midoriya brought a friend to take care of that. Don’t worry about it, bro.”   “Pft. Deku doesn’t have any friends.” As the words left his lips Izuku came through the door with a very tired looking guy with crazy purple hair and some weird space cat shirt on. He looked at Kirishima, “The fuck is this background character?”   “Figures you wouldn’t remember me. There’s not a lot of room in your head for anything but your ego, is there?”   “Hey, Hitoshi, don’t get him riled up, it’s too early,” Izuku said shrugging off his jacket.   Katsuki’s eyes lingered on Deku’s body. He was wearing a cropped green tee with a bunny -or maybe it was All Might?- on the breast pocket and a matching pair of sinfully short gym shorts. The top was too loose and drooped to the side revealing a freckled shoulder. Deku’s soft middle school body had been the the focus of many wet dreams, but this new Yuuei Deku was a whole different animal. He boasted a strong, sculpted midriff that ended in an inviting ‘V’ at his pelvis that disappeared into those tiny shorts, his ass an inviting bubble, and then there were his thick, tight thighs . He had fantasized many times over these past few months about sinking his teeth into the firm muscle, over and over. He managed to rip his gaze away unnoticed.   “This guy ain’t shit, anyway,” he scoffed.   “Actually, he’s the key to dealing with Aizawa, gonna use his quirk to make him forget he’s seen anything.” Kirishima said nudging at Katsuki.   Before this conversation could get any more awkward, Sero, Tetsutetsu, Mineta, Satou and Kaminari burst through the door. Kaminari and Sero were carrying a box between them and Satou and Testutetsu were each handling a keg on their own.   Mineta wasn’t helping at all.   Surprise.   Everyone looked adequately dressed to party, nothing too offensive. Except, of course, for fuckin’ Drooly. Kaminari had a pair of sunglasses in his hair, a leather jacket with lighting bolts on the sides, a thin white v neck, and a studded black choker. It was the most extra and incredibly gay get up he had ever seen and Bakugou was about to tell him so, but Kaminari was too fast for him to get his words in.   “We’re back with booze! Why don’t you fellas help us setup!”   They all got to work prepping the kitchen and setting out mixers and cups. The first keg was set into a bucket full of ice and tapped while the second would be frozen by Todoroki to keep it cool until they needed it.   The rest of their classmates started to wander in, the girls dressed in cutest get ups. Asui stood out immediately, sporting a Keroppi shirt tucked into a flowy skirt that ended just above the floor. Katsuki fucking loved Keroppi; not that he’d ever tell anyone, he wasn't about to come out of his Sanrio fanboy closet. He noted their outfits because it was still weird to see them out of uniform, was all. The guys all looked fine, though no one stood out too much, but then it was hard to upstage Pichu’s atrocity.   Kirishima called over as he was checking everyone out, “Hey Bakubro, come help me set up some pong.”   He trudged over to where the redhead had set up the folding table as music began pumping courtesy of Jirou, thank god. There had been a fleeting moment of dread at the idea of DJ Denki and the horror he’d have subjected them all to. After several back and forth trips to fill each cup the pong table was ready to rip and Katsuki tried to walk away, but Kirishima seized his wrist.   “Where are you going, you gotta let me destroy you at this first.”   Katsuki had been completely uninterested in beer pong up until that very moment, “Yeah fuckin’ right, I’m gonna murder you.”   About twenty minutes later he was left with one cup in front of him, while Kirishima was only missing one. Katsuki launched his ball with a loud “DIE!”, only for it to miss and sadly bounce away from the table. The redhead took his turn and sunk the toy ball into the blond’s remaining cup effortlessly.   Katsuki bitterly chugged the contents, spitting the ball toward his ‘friend,’ “You’re a dirty cheat”   “Don’t hate the player, hate the game, Blasty!” he sang, flashing a toothy grin. “Who’s next?”   Tetsutetsu stepped up to take Katsuki’s place, replacing the lost cups with fresh ones, and the blond took the chance to go be salty elsewhere. The first step he took was rough, it felt a bit like he was on a swaying boat. Determined he could handle his alcohol, he made his way over to the TV to watch a heated round of Mario Kart, scanning the room as he went and noticing there were some people he didn’t recognize. Probably more 1-B’s like Tetsutetsu, whose name he only remembered because shit-for-brains wouldn’t shut up about him.   His eyes stopped on Deku, standing around chatting and laughing with Round Face, Four Eyes, and the creepy purple kid. Shinsou was standing way too close and his eyes lingered on Deku way too long, pissing Katsuki off for reasons he wasn’t drunk enough to explore.   Kaminari plopped down next to him and handed him a red cup that he took without looking away from Shinsou. Grumbling he took a sip as he watched Todoroki pass the group with a nod, noticing how Shinsou’s eyes immediately detached from Deku and focused firmly on Todoroki’s retreating rear end. Not long after, the tired boy excused himself and followed that ass in the direction of the restroom. If they were trying to be discreet it wasn't working.   ‘ Fuckin’ gay.’   He found a controller suddenly shoved into his free hand along with a challenge to a game of Smash Bros that he fully intended to win. He spent the entire game playing Bowser and singling out Kaminari’s shitty Pikachu, and after a few rounds the electric teen finally broke.   “There are 6 other people playing this game, why do you keep singling me out!”   “Don’t be so salty, bro!” Kirishima laughed, joining the group around the TV.   “No screw this game, let’s play Kings.” Kaminari huffed.   “The fuck is Kings?” Katsuki questioned, but his words were lost in the swell of excitement coming from around the room. Before he knew it he was pushed into a circle of other people around the coffee table, his head spinning at the sudden rush of movement.   He might be a bit intoxicated.   “Alright everybody, listen up cause I’m only going to say this once,” Ashido announced, “The objective of this game is to not be the one who draws the last king card from the deck. Each card has different rules and different actions one or all of us have to do. Mostly they make us drink, cause it’s a drinking game!”   The group chattered excitedly again, but Jirou spoke up as she shuffled the deck, “Come on, quiet down! We still have to go over the rules for each card!”   In the middle of the rules being read out, Shinsou returned and joined the circle, followed not long after by Todoroki. As if staggering their entrances made it more discreet, with Shinsou somehow looking more smug than usual and Todoroki’s lips swollen and wet.   ‘ Super fuckin’ gay.’   Ashido piped up once Jirou finished, “Any questions? Good. Let’s start with Midoriya!”   Katsuki wasn't sure he remembered all the damn rules, but like hell was he going to ask. It couldn’t be that hard of a game if all these idiots were so excited to play it.   “Okay I got a Queen, that’s questions right?” The group nods, ready to see where this will go. “Alright, hmmm, who was your first crush? Is that too easy?”   They went around the circle, rattling off the names of various idols, heroes, middle school friends, and said friends’ moms. When it comes to Katsuki’s turn he flushed, “I ain’t tell you that shit!”   “Wow, to think such a tame question is all it takes to get Bakugou all worked up.” Shinsou said with a grin that made Katsuki’s hackles rise.   “Drink!” Hagakure shouted and Bakugou obliged, grumbling all the while.   The same benign answers continue until Shinsou answered.   “Eraserhead,” he declared while running his fingers through his hair, scratching at the back of his neck at a smattering of gasps and giggles. “What? He’s still hot now, if not hotter.”   “If that’s the case, should we really be leaving him with you later this evening?” Todokroki asked, poker faced and looking right through Shinsou, who winked at him in return.   “UGH, get a fucking room you two!” Katsuki spit. “Only if you’re coming with us, Kat-su-ki~” he mocked, grin suggestive and one eyebrow raised. The blond made to lunge at him, but was caught by vertigo and Kirishima yanking him back down, “Get your gross hands off me, numbnuts.”   Todoroki cleared his throat, “It’s my turn. Five. Guys, drink.”   “Oh Ten! My favorite!” Hagakure exclaimed on her turn, everyone putting up three fingers, “Okay, hmmmmm, never have I ever been on a boat.” A couple people put a finger down.   “Oh god, Toru, that’s so boring! Never have I ever sucked a dick!” Uraraka proclaimed next, looking around the circle with a grin.   Katsuki’s ears perked up at this new declaration and he scanned around the table, noticing Icy Hot only has one finger left -big fuckin’ surprise, walking in here with those puffy lips-, while Shinsou, Aoyama, and Toru had also put a finger down. He looked next to him in time to see Kirishima’s finger go down, and crinkled his nose at the implication, getting a sheepish smile in return.   “Well while we’re on the subject, let’s not be exclusive. I’m not ashamed to admit it, but never have I ever received oral sex.” Sero said and looking around at his classmates.   Denki patted him on the back, “Don’t worry, we’ll get there, man.”   Most of same people as before, with the exception of Aoyama, poor dick sucking fool, put down fingers, along with Yaoyorozu, Ojiro, and Jirou.   Todoroki spoke up with the faintest blush covering his cheeks, “I’m out, I’ll drink.”   Urakara picked up her card next, grinning and holding it aloft with a shout, “Jack! I get to make a rule, oh ho ho.” Her gaze fixated on Katsuki with an intensity that was frankly alarming, “If anyone says a swear that person has to remove one article of clothing. A pair of socks counts as one.”   She wiggled her eyebrows.   “Why the fuck are you staring at me, round face?!” There was silence around the table, everyone watching him expectantly. “Oh fu- I mean fart. Fart.”   “We all heard that first one, Bakugou. Give us a little show~.” Jirou teased while twirling an ear jack.   Katsuki grabbed the back of his tank and yanked it over his head. “There! You happy, you fu- frickin’ pervs?”   Jirou played at fanning herself, as if the idea of his naked body wasn't revolting to her.   “Kacchan, it's probably better if you just don't talk at this rate.”   “Shove it, Deku.” He was right though. He only had three swears before he's standing naked in front of all his peers like a fucked up classroom nightmare.   His eyes hadn't moved from the green haired boy, eyes following the line of his collarbone before it disappeared underneath his shirt and noticing freckles he'd never seen before.   ‘Now how do we get Deku’s sweet little mouth to start cursing like a sailor?’   Katsuki shook his head, snapping off that line of thought before it could gain traction. He looked around and found he'd missed a few turns, because next to him Kirishima was drawing a card.   “A King, how manly!” the redhead leaned forward and tipped some of the content of his drink into the cup at the center, “You’re up, Bakubro.”   Katsuki pulled a card from the pile, “An eight, what the fuck does that mean again?”   Laughter erupted and someone yelled strip.   “Oh god da-- GOSH DARNIT.” He roared as he stood up and unbuckled his belt, throwing it to the floor.   “Give us a twirl.” Shinsou called, grinning and making a twirling gesture with his finger.   “WOOO, Bakugou! Take it off!” Ochako hollered.   He glowered at the sleepy jackass and unbuttoned his jeans, growling as he did so. They fell to the ground without much effort and Katsuki was left standing in his red underwear, suddenly aware of how tight the fabric was stretched across his thighs and assets . At his right, Kirishima looked like he was either going to start drooling or sink his chompers right into Katsuki’s ass.   He quickly sat back down and picked his card back up, “Alright, you got your eyeful, are you happy now? Someone friggin’ tell me what eight means so we can get on with our lives!”   Looking around the table his eyes met Deku’s, whose cheeks were flushed and eyes quickly pointed at his lap.   ‘Was he checking me out?’   “Eight is date, kero. You have to pick someone to drink every time you drink. Who do you want to get drunk?”   A wicked smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he set his sights back on his childhood friend, “Deku, you're gonna get white-girl wasted tonight.”   He brought his cup to his lips and took a drink, never looking away as Deku peeked up at him.   “Don't pick on Deku!” Ochako huffed, puffing out her cheeks.   “It's my card, Jigglypuff, you don't get to choose.”   Deku took the mandatory gulp from his cup, his eyes once more averted from Katsuki.   Ojiro picked a two and had his girlfriend drink, then Ashido got a four making everyone scramble to put their hands on the floor. Katsuki forgot what four meant and was, naturally, the one to lose. He and -as promised- Deku both drank.   “Marvelous, an ace~☆! ” Aoyama gleamed, “Time for a waterfall.”   He began drinking and everyone around the table followed suit. Yaoyorozu was the first to be unable to drink anymore and the rest brought their cups down like dominos.   They paused for a break so everyone could stretch their legs and, more importantly, refill their drinks. Katsuki stood up and stretched, muscles moving and flexing enticingly with the motion until his back popped and he groaned with satisfaction. Seeing Deku flush pink again reminded Katsuki that he was more than half naked. A familiar grin crossed the blond’s face and he made his way around the table to the blushing boy, squatting down next to him.   “Oi, Deku,” taking ahold of Izuku’s chin and tipping it up, he forced him to look Katsuki in the face. He wanted to destroy this boy, wanted to devour him, “What’chu drinking? Lemme get you a refill.”   Deku still wasn't meeting his eyes, green flitting about like a nervous bird to look anywhere else, “Ah-ahh no its OK, Kacchan. I can get it myself.”   “Something fruity and girly comin’ right up,” snatching Deku’s plastic cup and hefting himself up off his haunches. He made his way, a bit unsteadily, over to Asui and the other girls, who were grouped around the liquor and mixers.   “Heeey ladies,” he set down the cup and did a sweet finger gun.   He just did a fucking finger gun and Kaminari style “ hey ladies”’ d them.   The logical, sober part of his brain was throwing a raging fit, but his body and mouth weren't listening. “I need somethin’ fruity in this cup. Stat.”   “I'm sure you're fruity enough, Bakugou,” Yaoyorozu chided.   “Ohhhhh fucking sick burn, baby cakes” Jirou gushed and kissed her girlfriend’s cheek with a wet smack then shrugged off her jacket, acknowledging her swear as Yaoyorozu giggled and swayed, obviously tipsy.   “I'm the fruity one!? Do you see that!?” he gestured over toward Shinsou and Todoroki. The latter was sitting with his legs over the former, who had an arm around his back. Katy Perry was wearing a dreamy look on his face and biting his lower lip as Shinsou whispered in his ear. So much for being discreet.   “Or that !” he spit and motioned towards where Aoyama, Kaminari, and Kirishima were trying, and failing, to twerk under the tutelage of Ashido.   Jirou, Yaoyorozu, and Uraraka all watched the latter in solemn silence, Jirou nodding grimly before they all broke down in hiccupping laughter.   Asui sat the cup down in front of Katsuki, startling him as he hadn't even realized she'd taken it. “This should be sweet enough for Midoriya-kun, kero.”   “Eyyy thanks, frog girl!” He held his hand up for a high five. She blinked slowly and tapped his outstretched hand tentatively.   He stumbled away toward the keg to fill his own cup. A fucking high five? What was he, Kirishima? Eyyy? Who's says that?!   ‘ Get your shit together, Katsuki.’   He retrieved his drink and swaggered back over to Deku, where Katsuki held the cup out to the other boy, “Here. It's sweet and tasty, just like you.”   He went back over to his spot on the floor and the reality of what he had just said hit him like a freight train. Across the table Deku looked like he's seen a ghost and was thinking of spontaneously combusting all at once.   ‘ What. The. Fuck. What the fuck just came out of my mouth?’ The sober man inside his head was screaming and roaring his throat bloody while foaming at the mouth.   His body responded by winking at Deku and defected even farther by licking his lips.   His face felt too hot and his ears were ringing.   Deku didn't seem to be faring any better. He was beet red down to his chest and was trying to distract himself by taking a huge gulp of his drink, looking anywhere but Katsuki.   “Let's get this show back on the road, people!” Jirou yelled above the dull roar of the party.   Everyone gathered back to their places noisily and Kirishima shimmied himself down between Kaminari and Katsuki. At this point in his alcohol consumption, the redhead was openly ogling him, looking at his junk as if he was ready to tear open the red wrapping paper.   Katsuki snapped at him, needing to lash out in some way to get some control back. “Oi, chomper, either suck my cock or stop window shopping.”   They both reddened at the comment and turned away from one another. Katsuki was rapidly losing control of himself and he didn't like this stranger living in his skin.   “If I remember correctly, it's my turn,” Shinsou reminded, and chuckled softly, “A queen. It's my turn to ask a question. How fitting.”   He scanned over the group to see if anyone was squirming over having to respond to him, finding Ojiro looking very uncomfortable to no one’s surprise.   “Well then, tell me what your kink is. If you're about to say you don't have one tell me what you think about when you masturbate?” His brows quirked in sadistic curiosity.   Bubbly, drunk Yaoyorozu, with a smile plastered on her cute face, blurted out, “Facesitting!”   Jirou flushed and mumbled, “Same.”   Asui and Deku both chose to drink rather than answer.   “Feet,” Todoroki admitted matter of factly, which made Shinsou smile wickedly. How was it possible he didn't already know that?   Hagakure and Ochako both chickened out, while Sero quietly admitted, “Not a big surprise, but bondage.”   Kaminari, feeling very vanilla, “I like boobs?”   “Men.”   “OK, but what about them? Hair, muscles, what?” Ashido asked.   “Everything.” Kirishima said nodding.   ‘ Gay .’   “Biting, ya know, leaving marks, claiming.” It came out before Katsuki could even think to stop it.   “WAIT, wait, wait. Wow, Bakugou, “ claiming?”” Ochako exclaimed, leaning over the table to look at him, “Are you going to knot them while you're at it? Make sure they're covered in your scent?”   “I think you just outed yourself too, Uraraka,” Asui croaked. “Fuckin’ figures, the mousy lookin’ ones are always freaks,” He pulled off his socks before anyone could tell him to strip and balled them up then, for good measure, lobbed them at Todoroki’s face. “Don't say I never gave you nothin’, perv.”   Horror briefly crossed Todoroki’s face; realizing he'd revealed far too much tonight.   Ojiro, unsurprisingly, drank rather than answering.   “I guess I like men in uniforms or hero costumes? I've never really thought about it like this before.” Ashido murmured, uncharacteristically shy about such a super mild confession compared to everyone else.   “It's lingerie for me. Nothing accentuates my truly magnificent figure like a rhinestone garter belt,” Aoyama seemed to shimmer at the thought.   ‘Wow.’   “King!” Yaoyorozu proclaimed, breaking the thick silence, and clumsily dumped a little too much of her drink into the center cup.   “Temp play,” Shinsou announced. “I feel guilty knowing all of yours, so, yeah, temp play.”   Todoroki looked as if he were ready to leave the gravitational field of the planet and float aimlessly through the void for the rest of time.   “An-y-way!” Exclaimed Jirou, “Jack, it's time for a new rule.” She twirled her earjacks while smiling mischievously, “For the last two Queens in the deck you no longer have the option to drink rather than answer.”   People around the table groaned and whined, which just widened Jirou’s uncomfortably predatory smirk.   Asui followed up by drawing a three and taking her drink while Midoriya drew an eight and made Sero his date. When Katsuki had to drink, Midoriya had to drink, and then Sero had to drink, so Katsuki tested this by taking a swig from his cup and, surely enough, the two followed suit.   Todoroki pulled his card, “A queen.” Katsuki prepared for the worst, knowing that Halfie was going to make them pay for his suffering. “If you had to have sex with another first year from Yuuei, who you haven't fooled around with before, who would you choose?”   He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table while looking very smug.   “Oh, Todoroki, that's so unfair,” Hagakure whined. “Cover your ears, Mashi! Assuming this hypothetical situation is consensual and both parties are into it, I’d have to go with Eijirou-kun. He's a gentleman and I think he’d treat me right.”   “Too bad he’s as gay as a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide,” Sero snorted.   “Well Bakugou’s the hottest, but he would have to have his mouth taped shut or something.” Ochako shrugged, “You know, like “butterface,” but he's a “buttermouth.””   The comment elicited a few chuckles and an outright cackle from Shinsou.   “Maybe we could get that thing they strapped on him at the Sport Festival. Mmm,” Todoroki mused.   Katsuki chewed at the inside of his cheek to keep himself from screaming, because he was only one f-bomb away from having his dick out for everyone to see.   “You remember that girl with the vine quirk from the sports festival? Shiozaki- san? Her.” Sero smiled, “Come to think of it, we should have invited her.”   “In a perfect world Mina would swoon over me,” Kaminari lamented, “but we don't live in that world do we, Pinky?”   “Ew, Denki, stop kidding around!“ Ashido squealed.   “Bakugou.” Kirishima affirmed without hesitation. Katsuki narrowed his eyes at him and Kirishima smiled back, wide and unabashed.   ‘Alright, Katsuki, you can do this. Just lie. Lie and say fucking ANYONE but Deku.’   “Deku.”   ‘You traitorous fucking slut.’   He continued looking straight at Deku, utterly deadpan and the least slurred he’s sounded in an hour, “I’d make big fat tears roll down those round cheeks while he's gagging on my dick.”   “K-Kacchan!”   What the FUCK was in his cup ?   Katsuki was never drinking again.   Maybe he should transfer schools. Hell, maybe he should just leave the country entirely. Maybe he should throw himself down the stairs and hope to blackout.   Deku’s face was in his hands and the skin left visible was very red, nearly purple. All of the faces directed at him looked horrified and speechless, mouths gaping silently for once. Aside from Todoroki, who looked absolutely pleased that it's come to this and Shinsou, who was all Cheshire Cat grin.   “Tch, you should see all your stupid faces, I'm obviously joking. Why would I, or anyone else for that matter, want that loser? It's you're turn, Roo.” He grunted, trying to deflect the attention back away from him and busied himself by casting his attention to the game being played on the TV.   He really, really needed to get some water. Or maybe just go the fuck to bed before his stupid mouth dug him even deeper into this hell.   He vaguely registered Ojiro talking about some ponytail girl and Ashido gushing over Todoroki’s pretty boy face. His attention was ripped fully back to the table when he heard his name coming out of Aoyama’s glittery mouth.   “...I absolutely adore a hard body and rough hands.”   Katsuki knitted his brows together and raised his upper lip in disgust. Aoyama just continuing to bat his lashes and smile at him.   “I’d sleep with Blasty, too. But only if I get to use my Quirk. I have to agree with Uraraka, you have to do something about that mouth.” Shinsou twiddled with a bit of his hair, obviously bored.   Katsuki bit into his bottom lip in extreme commitment to keeping his horrible mouth shut. Shinsou was right; at least right now, he had to do something about this demon living in his voice box. The knowledge that so many of his classmates had jacked it to him, or had at least thought about it, made it pretty fuckin’ hard, though.   “Todoroki,” Yaoyorozu giggled.   “Tsuyu,” Jirou mused and nudged the frog girl with an elbow, “that tongue girl. Jesus.”   “Ochako, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” Asui said plainly, expression unchanging.   Finally it was Deku’s turn, and he seemed to have calmed down a bit since the dick choking incident, but was getting a bit flustered again from being in the spotlight. “I think Toru is right, Kirishima would probably be really nice.”   Kirishima perked up next to him, beaming proudly, and Katsuki suddenly felt like he should let Hair-For-Brains have his way with him, just to spite Deku.   “Todoroki would probably be gentle with me, too,” he continued, mumbling obliviously. “Iida’s so strong and smart, so that’s an option. And Kaminari and Tokoyami are both super cool. Then again, Shinsou’s really pretty. And, of course, there’s Kacchan…”   Katsuki smelled the smoke before he realised he’d managed to singe the carpet under his hand. Not only was Deku’s annoying mumbling habit making him list off names like he was at an all-you-can-eat cock buffet, but he was on that list. He was on that list without any reason, without any justification, as if it was just so obvious.   Katsuki’s heart was in his throat, mind reeling with this new information. All of those years he had assured himself Deku wasn’t gay, that the way he got so flustered talking to girls was proof that he had to be straight. He was so sure of it, but here he was with a list exclusively filled with dudes he would fuck. All those years of ponytail-pulling behavior, of whispering Izuku with his cock in his fist, of beating himself up over a stupid fucking crush, of crushing those feelings down so they would never be heard from again. Of reassuring himself he was better than him in every possible way.   He was jolted back to reality by a rough shake to his shoulder, “Dude, are you in there? It’s your turn.” Kirishima came into focus and Katsuki wrenched his shoulder away.   He leaned forward and picked up a card, “A King.”   He leaned forward to pour his beer into the center cup, but Kirishima's hands were on him again, holding his wrist in place. It was a testament to just how drunk he really was that he just stared at their hands in bemusement.   Ashido chimed in, “Bakugou that was the last King, weren’t you paying attention? Denki pulled the third one a couple seconds ago. So...”   Katsuki just blinked at her like she was speaking another language.   “So, you have to drink it. You lost,” Asui spoke up, “or won. It all depends on how you look at it.”   He picked up the cup and was immediately assaulted by the pungent stench, his nose crinkled, “There’s no fu- flipping way I can drink this. It’s disgusting.”   Todoroki shook his head and shrugged, “Well I guess if you’re too much of a pussy you don’t have to, but I never pegged you for a quitter, Bakugou.”   Katsuki knew he was goading him and he knew he shouldn’t drink this sludge, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to back down. He narrowed his eyes, brought the cup to his lips and chugged until it was empty, slamming it down on the table and crushing it. A full body shudder wracked through him from the vile afterburn, hair standing on end like something out of a damn Ghibli movie.   The attention of the room was ripped away from him when a blur with glasses sprinted into the room.   Iida slashed his hands through the air and declared, “The black cat is approaching the fishbowl. I repeat; the black cat is approaching the fishbowl.”   “And that’s my cue.” Shinsou stood and made his way to the door Iida had just burst through a moment prior.   Katsuki gathered up his clothing as the group around the table slowly dispersed, Kirishima looking heartbroken as he bent to pull his pants back on.   “Take a fucking picture, jesus christ!” Katsuki snapped. The motherfucker whipped his phone out and actually did it, “It’s a figure of speech you fucking moron!” Katsuki lunged at him to snatch the phone, but tripped over the pants tangled around his ankles.   “Sorry, Bro!” Kirishima laughed as he scurried away from his explosive friend.   Grumbling, he hoisted his jeans on properly, fastening his belt and pulled his shirt back on. It all left him instantly feeling much less vulnerable. Sero patted him on the back.   “Let me get you some water, I think you need it,” he walked away before Katsuki could refuse.   He moved himself over to lean against the wall to watch the rest of the room, and, more importantly, keep himself out of trouble. Yaoyorozu and Jirou were deep in a makeout session on one of the couches, the taller girl was straddling her girlfriend whose hands were firmly cupping her ass. Mineta was standing frozen in the kitchen staring at them, not that that was surprising. Uraraka and the other girls were bullying Iida into playing catch up with them and were making him drinks. On the other couch Todoroki and Deku were chatting away happily while Kirishima and Kaminari were absorbed back into the pong table with some of their other classmates.   “Here you go, Bakugou,” Sero handed him a cup of water, “You should probably start slowing down now.”   “You ain’t my mom, Soy Sauce.”   Sero just laughed and patted his back before he headed over to join his friends, “Grab me if you need anything, man.”   The door swung open and Shinsou reentered the room with the addition of a cigarette tucked behind his ear.   ‘Pretty ballsy to steal from a teacher, but I guess that’s nothing in this situation.’   “Alright shit nerds, bow down to your god,” He was grinning from ear to ear, looking like goddamned Totoro, “Tokoyami, I swear on all that is holy if there isn’t a blunt between my lips in the next five minutes I’m dragging that DILF in here and making you all watch me call him “Daddy.””   “Woah, are you really gonna just cuck Todoroki like that?” Ashido giggled.   “How am I supposed to look Sensei in the eye after hearing you call him a DILF?” Tokoyami said rubbing his temples with a pained grimace. “I could use a smoke, was starting to think no one would ask.”   Tokoyami waved him toward the restroom and Shinsou followed him, as did most of Katsuki’s “squad.” Todoroki, looking at least a bit peeved, excused himself from the couch and hurried to catch up with Shinsou.   ‘What a jealous slut.’   The commotion had broken the two girls on the couch apart and Jirou made to follow the rest, but not before giving Yaoyorozu another sweet kiss that left her giggling. The gremlin, able to move again, also joined the group.   Katsuki discarded his cup and slid into the newly vacant spot next to Deku, resting his arms on the back of the couch, classic douche bag style. He knew he shouldn't be over here, knew that he was  just going to say something stupid. But Deku was...   “Oh hey, Kacchan, are you alright?” He shifted nervously in his seat.   “Of course I'm alright, shitty Deku. Do you really think I'd get fucked over by some cheap beer? That'd be weak.”   “If you say so.”   ‘ Alright, Katsuki, play it cool.’   “So, Deku, have you ever thought about what you’d request as your last meal? Like on death row?”   ‘ What?’   “I-I've never really thought about it, but I guess it'd have to be my mom's Kastudon. It's the best, but you know that, Kacchan, you've had it before,” he smiled, seeming to be happy to have a normal conversation with Katsuki. “What would you ask for?”   Katsuki’s mouth twisted into a predatory grin before his brain could catch up with the situation and he leaned in closer to his ear, “I think the last thing I'd wanna eat would have to be your ass,” Deku’s breath hitched as his ears turned scarlet. “If it's the last thing I'm ever going to taste I'd have to go nice and slow, y’know, really take my time and savor it.”   He nipped his earlobe before moving back from the whisper to observe his handiwork.   The other boy chewed on his bottom lip and looked up at Katsuki with a mixture of arousal and confusion. “You've been picking on me all night. I mean that’s no different than normal, but it's not usually like this. It isn't usually about this…”   “I'm not picking on you, Deku,” he got closer again, the exhausted, sober part of his brain praying he wasn’t about to spout any further douchey nonsense, “Do you want to know a secret?”   He gave Katsuki the slightest nod, face flushed red for the millionth time tonight.   “Whenever I'm alone at night touching myself all I think of is you. It's always been you. I'd let you do whatever you want to me, Deku, I'd let you ride me, stretch me open wide, let you fuck my whore mouth, I'd tongue your balls, eat your cum, I’d--”   Deku whipped his head away from Katsuki, overwhelmed and embarrassed, his leg bouncing fast and anxious.   Katsuki took ahold of his chin for the second time that night and turned him back to look at him.   “What's it like knowing that all this,” He ran the fingers of his free hand down from his own lips, over his chin, down his neck, across the planes of his muscles, further and further down, “is and always has been yours?” Katsuki’s wandering hand reached his crotch, where he groped roughly and pulled the fabric of his jeans tight showing the outline of his stiffening cock, “I'm all yours, Izuku~”   Deku whimpered and Katsuki moved forward, hoping to catch the sound with his mouth.   Suddenly there was a loud crash from across the room, making Katsuki whip his head around to investigate, but he moved too fast and was hit by a harsh wave of vertigo. Deku took the opportunity to duck out of Katsuki’s grasp and retreat to his friends, who were still bullying Iida at the counters.   When the room stopped spinning he could see that the crash came from the pong table toppling over, making him groan as he rubbed his head, upset he lost his prey. He wanted him so bad and was about to pursue him further, but his bladder won out by informing him he’d had way too much liquid tonight and was done .   He stumbled his way to the bathroom and hit a wall of skunky smoke despite the open bathroom window.   The group of delinquents were standing in a circle under the open window, happily chatting and waiting for the pipe to make its way back around. It was weird to see some of his classmates so still, like Ashido and Kaminari, who he he’d never seen not bouncing around. Shinsou was leaning against the wall looking even sleepier than usual, maybe even slightly blissed out, with Todoroki’s face nuzzled into the nape of his neck. They stood with Todoroki’s arms around Shinsou’s waist in full on cuddle mode while the purple fucker was playing with the waistband at the small of Todoroki’s back.   Clearly he hadn't stay mad for long.   Kaminari was coughing up a lung with Kirishima hitting him on the back and trying to help when the redhead noticed him, “Hey, Bakubro, come join us!”   “Tch, yeah right.”   He wobbled into a stall and tried his best to aim his piss into the bowl that refused to stay in focus. Standing there with dick in hand, still nursing a semi, sparked a brilliant idea.   He rubbed his calloused hand along the length of his cock, recalling the sound of Deku’s whimpers, sounds Katsuki would die to hear more of. He braced his arm against the stall wall to support his weight and tightened his grip, starting to twist his wrist and make his foreskin pull away from the head. Once he was fully hard Katsuki pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of his cock, making sure to include his abs and the cut of his pelvis. The phone, apparently another traitor in his life, made the loudest camera shutter noise right as Denki finally stopped coughing.   “Oh shit, Bakugou! Are you taking dick pics?” Mineta shouted from the other side of the stall door. This was followed by hoots, hollers, and whistles from the rest of the group.   “Send them to our group chat! You know you have an adoring audience waiting to see.” Sero snorted.   “ Huuuuh?! I will fucking murder all of you! Save me the trouble and go die!” He screamed and donkey kicked the door before sitting himself down on the toilet seat and hurriedly scrolling through his contacts, mumbling to himself, “D… D… Dad, no . There! Deku. And sent.”   ---   Katsuki nearly jumped out of his skin at a loud knock on the stall door. “I thought I told you fuckers to die.”   “Bakugou, that was nearly an hour ago. Did you fall asleep?”   He knew Sero was smiling that wide, amused grin without even seeing him.   “Pft. No, Mom,” He stood up and opened the door. “Why are you up my ass so much tonight?”   “I just want to make sure you’re okay, man. You’ve had a lot to drink.”   “Well I’m fine. You don’t have to waste your time worrying about me, I’m a big boy.” He pushed his way past Sero. The bathroom was empty, all the stoners long gone judging by the lack of smoke.   ‘Did I really fall asleep on the toilet?’   He shuffled back out to the common room where the party had really died down. Most of the students from the other classes had gone back to their own dorms, although the Worst One remained.   Shinsou and Todoroki, still glued to one another, were whispering to each other on one of the couches. He wondered if their foreplay consisted entirely of sarcasm and witty banter.   ‘Probably.’   Iida passed Bakugou looking very red in the face, like he’d had a bit more to drink than he could actually handle. As soon as Iida vanished into the restroom Todoroki and his leech broke for the stairs that lead up to 1-A’s bedrooms and Katsuki groaned, remembering that Todoroki’s room was right above his own. He guessed he’d find out soon enough if the snark and banter really was part of their sex life after all.   The rest of his “squad” -Ashido, Kaminari, and Kirishima- looked like they’d fallen asleep mid game, slumped against each other like the ridiculous bunch of puppies they actually were with controllers still in hand. Somebody, probably Sero, had draped a big blanket over the three of them and turned off the console. Quite a few of his classmates had already gone back to their rooms and the ones still remaining were cleaning up the mess, hoping to leave it so it wouldn’t be so bad in the morning. Deku was in the kitchen wiping up the sticky mess on the counter, so Katsuki approached from behind and placed his hands on the counter on either side of Deku’s waist, caging him in. He pressed his chest flush against the other’s back, causing Deku to startle at the sudden contact as Katsuki pressed a warm kiss against the base of his neck. Deku tensed and let out a flustered squeak at the attention, “Kacchan you scared me!”   Completely ignoring anything Deku had to say Katsuki purred into his ear, “Fuuuck, you look so sexy doing this domestic shit. Like a good little housewife.” He pushed his hips against Deku’s ass and growled, which elicited a gasp from the smaller boy. “That was always the goal, you know. This is was what I imagined in the future,” he peppered more kisses along his neck and ended with a bite.   Deku yelped at first, but then moaned and squirmed, moving his ass against Katsuki’s crotch, “I-uhnn, wh-what are you talking about, Kacchan?”   Katsuki ran his tongue along the bite, soothing the reddened flesh. “I always thought when I grew up I’d have you waiting at home for me,” He nuzzled into green curls, “My little quirkless homemaker, waiting for his hero to get home, needing me to take care of you.”   This struck a nerve with Deku, who froze like he’d been punched in the gut before turning around and putting his hand firmly on Katsuki’s chest, ready to push him away. He was clearly ready to give him a piece of his mind, but was cut off when the blonde leaned forward and devoured his mouth.   Katsuki bit at the other boy’s lips, running his tongue along the other’s bottom one and coaxing them apart. He delved into Deku’s mouth to explore teeth and tongue, but then he was kissing him back and it was like fireworks behind Katsuki’s eyes. He had wanted this for so long and it was just as amazing as he imagined. He tasted and felt like heaven. Deku’s hands curled into fists in Katsuki’s shirt and he leaned into him, kissing deeper, desperate. Katsuki moved his hands from the counter to Deku’s waist, pulling him closer as the skin beneath his fingers turned to goose flesh. He rolled his hips against the smaller boy as Deku pulled away, breaking the kiss. Katsuki tried to lean back in, to reengage, but is pushed back by rough hands.   “What the fuck, Deku?”   “You’re drunk, Kacchan, go to bed.”   “Tch, so are you,” Katsuki grunted.   The green haired boy turned back to his cleaning.   “Come on,” Katsuki whined, “Come on, kiss me, touch me,” he closed in on Deku again grabbing at his sleeve, raw and vulnerable,”... please, ‘zuku, please...”   “Stop it, Kacchan,” He turned back to Katsuki and shoved him away again, “I’m not drunk, I only had two drinks. Not even two. I’m a bit buzzed, yeah, but you? How many have you had?” The blond just looked at him dumbfounded. “See you don’t even know! You wouldn't be acting like this if you were sober. It's not fair.”   Katsuki’s face contorted back to its usual scowl, “Whatever, shitty Deku, I don’t fucking want you anyway. What a joke.” He turned to storm away and immediately stumbled, grabbing onto the counter for support.   Deku sighed, “Alright, Kacchan, let’s get you to bed.” He reached out for Katsuki’s arm.   He wrenched his arm away,  “I don’t need your help, nerd, I’ve never needed your fucking help.” He stepped forward, stumbling again and this time let Deku support his arm. Yet another part of his body betrayed him as his eyes started to burn and prickle.   They reached the elevator and once the doors closed Deku looked up at Katsuki’s face to find his eyes were red and watery.   “Oh no, Kacchan, what’s wro--”   Katsuki couldn’t deal with the pity on Deku’s face and decided to shut him up, so he pinned him to the wall and smashed their mouths together. He expected to be pushed away and scolded again, but it didn't happen. Deku melted under his touch, lips parting invitingly on contact, happily accepting Katsuki’s tongue back into his mouth. Their bodies pushed together and the blond ground against Deku, swallowing the desperate noise that came from the other’s throat with a growl of his own.   The elevator bell dinged and snapped Deku back to his senses. He turned his head away from the kiss, but this only gave Katsuki access to his neck, which he immediately took advantage of. Deku managed to wedge his arms between them and pry Katsuki off of him.   Katsuki groaned, annoyed, “Make up your fucking your mind!”   “This is your floor, let’s get you to your room.”   “Inviting yourself into my bedroom now, slutty Deku?”   “S-Stop it, Kacchan. I’m putting you to bed and leaving.”   Katsuki hummed suggestively in response and tossed his keys to Deku to open the door, knowing he was too far gone to manage that level of dexterity. When the door was pushed open, Katsuki lumbered inside and clumsily shucked off both his jeans and shirt, not caring as the door clicked shut behind Deku as he groped the wall, trying to find the lights.   “Ok put on some pajamas and I’ll get you some water and painkillers. Maybe you can avoid a hangooo- oh. F-Fuck, Kacchan.”   Deku was pushed face first into the door and Katsuki’s hands pushed under his shirt, massaging firm pecs then rolling nipples between thumb and forefinger.   Katsuki cursed a lot, all day everyday, but hearing Deku say “fuck” sent a shock straight to his dick. A dark chuckle escaped the blond’s mouth, “Such a foul mouth. Say it again.”   He pulled on the hard nubs and latched his mouth to the muscle between Deku’s neck and shoulder, intent on leaving a mark.   Deku complied, willingly or involuntarily, swearing under his breath between gasps and moans, arched back causing him to involuntarily push his ass against Katsuki’s crotch. The explosive teen moved a hand away from Deku’s chest and instead used it to grab him roughly by his cheeks. He pushed the soft flesh into the sides of his teeth, forcing his lips open for Katsuki to lick into Deku’s mouth, chasing the sweet sounds to their source. Their tongues snaked together, desperately trying to ease years of pent up sexual frustration.   Katsuki broke the kiss and shifted his grip to Deku’s jaw, shoving two fingers into his mouth. He pressed down on his tongue, causing saliva to pool at his bottom lip as he went back to work on Deku’s neck, biting and sucking, marking him.   Drool started to roll over Deku’s fat lower lip and ran down Katsuki’s fingers to his wrist, dripping down his arm.   “God, you're so fucking gross.” He removed his fingers from his mouth and Deku slurped up the excess saliva, trying to avoid making more of a mess on himself. Katsuki moved his dry hand down to Deku’s hip and dipped the other past his waistband to wrap around Deku’s already hard cock, slathering him in his own spit. The smaller boy braced himself against the door, biting down on his lips to keep his lewd noises at bay as Katsuki dragged his fist along his length.   “Does that feel good, you slutty nerd?” He licked up the column of his neck and whispered, huskily, against his ear, “If you like this, imagine my lips stretched around this pretty little cock.”   Another fucking whimper erupted from Deku’s pouting lips. This one even more satisfying than the last, the noise was placed directly into his spank bank to be called upon in perpetuity. He was already horny, but this pushed him to a new level of need he wasn't aware of before.   He hoisted Deku up into his arms, carried him over to the bed, and unceremoniously dropped him onto the mattress. The green haired boy was breathing heavily, flushed, and gazing up at Katsuki with hooded eyes. He was on him in a hurry, assailing him in kisses and love bites from his face, down his neck and stomach, chasing every freckle. He reached the tiny shorts, tented and stretched, and nuzzled his face into the bulge, mouthing at the fabric and digging his fingers hard into Deku’s thighs. He had dreamed about it for so long, a groan escaped Katsuki lips and reverberated over the clothed cock in his mouth.   Deku was a moaning mess, arching into Katsuki’s mouth and threading his fingers in his hair.   “Holy shit, baby, you're so perfect,” He met Dekus eyes, brimming with sincerity, as he pulled the shorts down past his hips, freeing his erection. Katsuki licked up the length and slipped the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the slick flesh, savoring his heat. His eyes never left Deku’s, watching the shudders that wracked through his body from Katsuki’s touch. He pulled his mouth away with a wet pop. “Fuck, Izuku, I love you.”   Deku snapped to his senses at this admission, regaining his wavering self control and pulling Katsuki by the hair, steering him away from his dick. He sat up drawing his knees up to his chest and burying his face against them. He broke down, shoulders quivering, softly sobbing, and hiccuping.   Katsuki was stunned, confused and concerned, something he hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages. He reached out for the crying boy's shoulder, but he jolted away from the touch with a sob.   “Deku?” He frowned.   Deku said nothing as he swung his legs over the side of the mattress and rose up off the bed, pulling his shorts back up. The only sound in the room was the soft hiccups and occasional sniffle as Deku shuffled around the floor with his head bowed, hiding his tears. He fetched a glass of water from the bathroom and procured a bottle of ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet. He placed these items down on the nightstand and turned toward the door to leave.   Katsuki’s chest ached. He didn't understand.   “Izuku, stay.” He pled, “Don't leave me, please.”   Deku turned his face toward Katsuki, his eyes were wet and the tears staining his cheeks were reflecting the light coming through the window.   “I can't do this, Kacchan. I want to, believe me I want this so badly, but this isn't right.”   Katsuki stayed quiet, just watching him, struck dumb.   “You're not going to feel this way in the morning, you'll be angry, and you'll regret it. You won't love me, you won't want your “ quirkless little housewife”. None of this is real, you’re drunk and I'm stupid.” Another sob crashed over him.   Katsuki felt his heart in his throat as he was overcome with an unfamiliar feeling, telling him to hold and comfort Deku. Where normally he would punch and yell, instead he settled for holding his arms open, inviting him into his embrace, the alcohol softening his rough edges.   Deku crashed into his arms and openly cried, letting Katsuki rock him and coo nonsense into his ear, all while smoothing a hand over his hair. He laid the two of them down, pulling the covers over them and holding Deku against his chest, continuing to soothe him as his sobs died back down to sniffling hiccups. Katsuki nuzzled into green curls and drifted to sleep with the scent of coconut filling his nose.   ---   Blinding light wrenched Katsuki eyes open with a slicing pain through his skull.  He groaned and turned to smush his face into his pillow, trying to escape the the sun, but instead of his pillow his face met soft green hair.   Which was more startling than his throbbing head could handle.   “What the fuck...?” he jerked back sharply, causing another stabbing pain to his head and his hands flew to his temples, pressing harshly in an attempt to hold his skull in one piece.   Undisturbed by his antics, Deku slept peacefully, breaths steady and even, lips soft and pouting. He was ready to shove his bedmate onto the floor, but his eyes were stuck on those lips, frozen with his face in his hands. He’d never been able to stare openly at Deku’s soft features before, for fear of being caught.   ‘ Why am I so fucking gay?’   The dark, bruised bite on Deku’s neck knocked the breath from his lungs in a pathetic wheeze and ignited a fire in his gut.   ‘What happened last night? Did I do that to him?’   Panicked, he raced through his memory of the night before, but couldn't remember anything after telling the table he wanted Deku to choke on his cock, and that memory left him embarrassed all over again. He realised he was in his underwear and wondered if he ever bothered to get dressed again after the game.   A soft grunt and yawn brought him back to reality, focusing back on sleepily lidded green eyes. Katsuki stopped breathing as a dreamy smile crossed Deku’s freckled face.   “G’ mornin’, Kacchan.” His words were slurred and foggy with sleep, and he yawned again as he snuggled in close to Katsuki. Before Katsuki could react Deku leaned up and kissed him, giggling when he pulled away and saw the blond’s expression, “You look like you've seen a ghost.”   Katsuki remembered to breathe in a rush. He grinned and surged forward to smash their lips together, biting at Dekus and growling deep in his throat. He pushed Deku onto his back and made to straddle him, but the pain in his head protested as soon as he sat up fully.   He flopped back onto his side and groaned, pressing his face into Deku’s neck and wrapping his arms around the smaller teen to keep him there.   “Let’s get some painkillers in you, I don't think you took any before we fell asleep,” he shifted to fetch them from the nightstand, stretching one arm out since Katsuki wouldn’t let go.   “Ugh, what even happened last night?” He clicked his phone on, squinting at his bright screen as he waited for his eyes to focus.   36 missed calls from Momster .   “Wha--?”   He unlocked the screen and it opened to a text thread between him and his dad where he was greeted with a picture of his own cock and the message ‘I'm ready for you ;)’   Katsuki groaned loudly, “What the fuuuuuuck?”   “What's wrong, Kaccha- oh.” Deku peeked at his phone, “...big.” He bit his lower lip and looked at Katsuki through his lashes, purring “Thick.”   The way he popped the “k” made Katsuki’s blood rush in his ears. He was about to wrestle Deku back onto bed and fuck him into the mattress, but the still morning quiet was shattered by a loud, “OH YEEEAAAAH, LISTENERS, LOOKS LIKE WE GOT SOME BAD KIDS ON OUR HANDS. ” ***** Shouto is a Jealous Slut ***** Chapter Summary Hitoshi trailed behind the other two, shrugging at the shocked group behind them, “Your friend's a slut.” Chapter Notes Hey this turned out way more NSFW than the last chapter. Whoops. Enjoy some dick I guess See the end of the chapter for more notes Hitoshi doesn't really like Midoriya or his friends very much, but beggars can’t be choosers, so he's agreed to go to this party, to be the key to its success. He'd like to see all the hero students just get in trouble, knock them off their high horse, maybe even get one of them expelled to make room for him. But he's been promised weed, and if Shouto’s filthy snaps are to be believed, more.   Grass and ass in one place. He's a simple man with simple needs.   So there he was trying to decide what to wear to a stupid high school kegger. He had no one to impress, so grungy jeans and a cat shirt would cut it. The only person there he cared about was so cock hungry it didn't matter what he wore, it was just going to end up on the floor anyway.   His phone buzzed loudly on his desk, making his shoulders twitch in surprise.   Broccoli: I'm outside c:   “Phone, keys, wallet, lighter, cigs,” he chanted while rhythmically patting his pockets, leaning over to smooch his cat’s head when he finished. “Be good, Dorian, I love you.”   Outside Midoriya was waiting for him, Hitoshi eyed his friend's bare midriff and legs warily, lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply before questioning, “Aren’t you cold?”   That sunshiney smile blinded him even as Midoriya crinkled his nose at the smell, “No, I was just running the track so I'm still warm.”   Hitoshi’s eyes rolled hard, exhaling a cloud of smoke, “Is it that or are you trying to get it in tonight? Thot.”   “It's not like that at all!” Midoriya yelped, scandalized and waving his hands in front of him.   Hitoshi turned and started toward the other dorm to hide his grin, filter held tight between his teeth, as his flustered friend jogged to catch up with him.   “It's really cool, your quirk, I mean. Is it really going to work on Aizawa- senpai?”   “Are you doubting me now, Midoriya?” He quirked a brow and turned his head to side-eye him.   “No no no, of course not! It's just that senpai is super strong and if you've been training with him maybe he knows how it all works.”   “You worry too much. I'll catch him off guard, he won't be expecting to see me at your dorm in the first place.”   As they reached the dorm, Hitoshi squashed out the ember of his cigarette and slid the remainder into the pack, not willing to waste it given the money he’d spent on them.   Entering the dormitory they were greeted face to face with a cute, toothy redhead and Bakugou, aggressively handsome, raw with rage and muscle -also, apparently, thirsty as fuck judging by the way he was stripping Midoriya with his eyes.   “The fuck is this background character?” snorted Bakugou, arrogant as ever.   “Figures you wouldn’t remember me. There’s not a lot of room in your head for anything but your ego, is there?”   “Hey, Hitoshi, don’t get him riled up, it’s too early,” Izuku said even as his mouth twitched into a grin, shrugging off his jacket so Bakugou couldn’t catch it.   “This guy ain’t shit, anyway,” Bakugou scoffed.   “Actually, he’s the key to dealing with Aizawa, gonna use his quirk to make him forget he’s seen anything.” the cute redhead teased, nudging at the angry blond.   Hitoshi really needed to get to know this delightful stranger, not only was he defending him, he was totally comfortable harassing Bakugou. Not to mention he was fucking hot; his body was strong, thick with muscle, and those teeth looked like a lot of fun.   He decided to wait to ask Shouto about him, that way he'd hit two birds with one stone: find out this kid's deal while getting Shouto nice and jealous. He gave one hell of a blowie when he was jealous and trying to prove himself.   The door opened behind them and a bunch of guys noisily entered the room, kegs and a crate of liquor between them. Midoriya hooked Hitoshi’s arm in his own to lead him away from the commotion and join his friends in the kitchen.   “Hiya, Hitoshi!” Uraraka beamed.   He barely had a chance to open his mouth to return the greeting before he was cut off by Iida with a swoosh of his hand.   “Shinsou-san, I will be taking up post watching for Aizawa-sensei's approach this evening. We must work out a system for me to alert you.”   “How about you just run in and yell?”   “Excellent idea, Shinsou-san. Might I suggest we use code names?”   Hitoshi pursed his lips in thought, “How about we call Aizawa ‘Black Cat’ and the dorm ‘Fishbowl.’”   “Wonderful,” Iida enthused, very happy to have a plan in place.   The triplet of Midoriya and his two friends began happily chattering away while setting out cups and snacks in some semblance of order that would no doubt be destroyed in minutes. Hitoshi wondered where the fourth member of their little group was when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled out the offending device and tapped its screen to life.   Snapchat: Slush Puppy (1)   Shouto had been sending Hitoshi lewd nudes all day, so he positioned himself with a wall at his back to avoid potentially outing Shouto’s inner freak to his whole class.   Tapping the notification he was rewarded with Shouto’s cock, a metal band at the base, hanging heavy and purple between his thighs leaking a thick rope of crystal clear precum.   Gengar: I don't know why, but suddenly my mouth is very dry. I'm parched. I need a drink.   A new message appeared below his just after he hit send.   Slush Puppy tap to view   He tapped the purple square to start the video, it was Shouto’s erection again, visibly pulsing and twitching along with the rhythm of his heartbeat, each movement oozing a bead of pre out of the engorged head. Shouto had been edging all day and, from the look of his poor weeping dick, he hadn’t let himself cum yet.   Gengar: I'm downstairs. Which floor is your room on? ;3   Shouto left him on “read”, making Hitoshi shove his phone back into his pocket. What a tease, he’d have to get his revenge later.   More people were starting to fill the room, all hero kids; because of course he was the only one from outside the department. A girl with purple hair took it upon herself to start playing some music, and he was happy to find she had pretty good taste. Bakugou and his group of friends were playing the loudest match of beer pong in history while some other people, none of whom he recognized, were firing up Mario Kart.   Asui joined the Midoriya group while he was looking around. Hitoshi liked her because she didn't fuck around, she was straight to the point with no bullshit.   “Hey Asui, just the girl I was hoping to see. You look cute.” Her hair was up in buns and she had the cute Sanrio frog on her shirt, though he couldn’t remember its name now that he wanted to.   “Call me Tsuyu.”   “Ah right, sorry, Tsuyu. So what are you tryna get up to tonight? Trouble?”   “Making drinks, kero. I like guessing what people would like. I’ve been mixing my mom’s drinks since I was a tadpole.” she informed, straight faced and unblinking.   Was that a joke? She hadn't really been a tadpole, right? Was she fucking with him?   “Was that a joke, Tsuyu?” He grinned wide, brows raised.   She smiled broadly, nose crinkling and tongue blepping between her lips. “So, Hitoshi, can I make you a drink?”   “Ah, nothing for me, thanks. I’m sticking to water tonight, though I’m curious, what would you have made me?”   “Probably a Blackberry Collins, or something with that sparkly Viniq liqueur. All depends on how basic you wanted to be,” she shrugged, glancing around as some of her classmates began congregating around the kitchen.   “Hey Tsuyu!” A girl that could only be described as “pink” bounced over to the counter, “Make that thing you were tellin’ me about. What was it, kinky or pinky or something like that?”   “Coming right up,” she turned away and got to work.   The pink girl turned her wide dark eyes toward him, “Tsuyu, you didn't tell me you knew any hot boys coming tonight!” She held out her hand, smiling and batting her lashes, “You can call me Mina, cutie.”   He stammered, fighting the anxious instinct to lean away, “Oh, well, hey. I'm Shinsou Hitoshi, I'm in-”   “He's gay, Mina.” Tsuyu said bluntly, setting down a cup filled with a pink drink that was somehow pinker than Mina herself.   “Oh boooo!” She jeered and then sighed, pouting as she leant her hip against the counter, “I don't mean it like that, but man. She said the same thing about Todoroki.”   Hitoshi snorted, “Well she sure is right about that.”   Across the room Midoriya was bouncing and yelling, trying to get his attention. He and his little group have migrated to get out of the way of the influx of party goers.   “Well, it's been my pleasure, Mina. Stay out of trouble, Tsuyu.” He grabbed a water bottle as they said their own parting words, then turned to weave through the throng of students to reach the small group.   “Was Mina hitting on you?” Uraraka smirked knowingly, “You get her number?”   Midoriya and Uraraka giggled, shoulders shaking and bumping against one another. Even Iida was chuckling.   Hitoshi could only manage a bemused grin, “I assumed you were all lightweights, but this is ridiculous.”   “No, no, it’s not that. It's just this always happens. I mean can you blame her?”   Hitoshi eyebrows raised, “Oh? Are you thinking of hitting on me then, Midoriya?”   The laughing shifted immediately to Midoriya’s expense.   Shouto rounded the corner at that moment and was happily greeted by his friends. He gave them a curt nod and small smile, but continued past them toward the restroom.   Hitoshi, admittedly rudely, ignored the group of people he was with in favor of watching Shouto’s cute little ass until it was too far away for his liking.   He cut Uraraka off mid-sentence, not even knowing what she was talking about, “Excuse me, I have to pee.” Then he turned on his heels and pursued his peppermint candy, not even giving her knowing giggle a thought.   Hitoshi entered the restroom, ignoring Shouto obviously waiting for him and instead washed his hands at the bank of sinks. He glanced up at the plane of mirrors, smirking as the put out look on Shouto’s face was reflected back at him.   God he was so pretty, beautiful even. Smooth pale skin, long features, striking eyes, fuck, gorgeous was the only word. Hitoshi was more than smitten with this boy, but covered those feelings in the game of cat and mouse they played with one another. They were constantly volleying snarky and snide remarks at one another, taunting and teasing. It was their way of flirting, their mating dance and Hitoshi’s wall against getting hurt. He was out of Hitoshi’s league and probably just messing with him cause he was bored. So he built up armor made only of smug confidence, making himself seem barely interested, even though that couldn't be farther from the truth.   “Aw, what's wrong, Shouto? Aren't you having fun at the party?” He shut off the water and turned around to face him properly, resting his ass against the counter.   “I'm having a blast.” He droned, face unamused and neutral as ever.   He'd change that; he'd have Shouto drooling all over himself, crying, and begging for more. But that was for later, first he’d get him nice and wound up.   “Oh good, me too!” Hitoshi’s grin was mischievous. “I met quite the stud, I think he's from your class; red hair, hard body, teeth . He seems eager to please. Think you can hook me up, Sho?”   Shouto wasn't having any of his bullshit, even if his eye betrayed him by twitching in annoyance. He closed in on Hitoshi and balled his fist into the collar of his shirt. “I don't think that'll be necessary, Hitoshi. I'm afraid you’re not his type.”   He hauled Hitoshi to his feet and lead him to an open stall, seating himself down on toilet seat as Hitoshi pulled the stall door closed behind them with a click. He quickly got to work undoing the tired boy’s belt, moving on directly to his fly.   “I guess he's not the only one eager to please,” Hitoshi mocked as the other boy freed his dick, already a bit hard from playing with his food. “Is that something they teach in Hero class? Eagerness? Or is it just blow jobs?”   Shouto shut Hitoshi’s snarky mouth by taking his rapidly hardening length into his mouth. The sass on Hitoshi’s lips was replaced by a long, drawn out groan as he leant back against the stall door. He bobbed his head and hollowed his cheeks, looking up at the other boy through his lashes with smug triumph, finding Hitoshi’s eyes clenched shut. He ran his teeth up the firm flesh and let him fall out of his mouth, quickly going back to work with this hands.   “Who was it you were asking me about again?”   Hitoshi opened his eyes to look down at him, blinking down at him dazedly, “Hm? I don’t remember, I think you sucked my memory right out if my dick. Are you sure that's not your real quirrr- Fuck, Shouto~.”   The mismatched boy had swallowed his cock down until his lips touched soft purple curls, his tongue massaging the underside of his length. When Hitoshi’s hips rolled, Shouto took him by the thighs to keep him still; he wasn't ready for gagging, yet.   Hitoshi’s fingers threaded through red and white hair as Shouto began fucking his mouth on Hitoshi’s dick with abandon. The sloppy, wet squelching noises coming from Shouto’s saliva coated lips were driving him wild, making the coil in his stomach grow tighter, hotter.   He fisted Shouto’s hair, tugging hard at the root and withdrew his length from the other boy's hot mouth, leaving slobber and spit to trail clumsily from Shouto’s pout. The hero student whined at the loss and stuck his tongue out, desperately trying to re-engage contact.   The haze of lust fogging Hitoshi’s brain wasn't thick enough to prevent a condescending grin from unfurling across his cheeks as he pulled harder on Shouto’s hair. “You really are a dick slut aren't you, Sho-Sho? I wish you could see how cute desperation looks on you.”   He took ahold of the base of his cock and slapped the length against Shouto’s cheeks with wet smacks. He smoothed the head over his lips, glossing the slick mixture of pre and spit on the soft pink flesh.   “Say ahhhhh~”   Shouto complied, opening his mouth wider, tongue lolling over his swollen bottom lip.   He fed his cock into Shouto’s mouth, rutting against his tongue before sinking in to the hilt. The hand in his hair tightened again and the other gripped Shouto’s jaw, holding him in place at the perfect angle.   “Good boy, Shouto~”   He gave a few shallow, tentative thrusts into his mouth, trying to ease into it, but Shouto moved his hands to Hitoshi’s ass to urge him forward.   He obliged and fucked Shouto’s throat in earnest, leaving him slobbering, sputtering, and moaningas he gagged on Hitoshi, getting off on choking on his cock. Hitoshi would allow him to come up for a gulps of air before getting back to business. Soon his toes curled, stomach burning as his balls tightened and he pulled out of Shouto’s mouth and started fisting his cock rapidly, rhythm erratic until thick ropes painted his scared face, each gush accented by a throaty grunt.   Hitoshi was breathing heavily, looking down at Shouto with his dick laying across his mouth, trailing aside the bridge of his nose. All while Shouto purred, pressing soft kisses to Hitsohi’s dick.   He bent down slightly to fish Shouto’s phone out of his pocket. Straightening up, he snapped a picture of his cock and cum decorating the other boy's face.   Shouto loved dirty pictures, even got off on it, so he made no effort to stop him. It wasn't until Hitoshi started typing that he had a problem.   “What do you think you're doing?” he inquired, wiping his face with toilet paper.   Hitsohi’s tossed the phone back down at the boy and stuffed himself back into his pants,  fastening his belt without answering.   The phone screen, still on, showed a text exchange between Shouto and his father.   You: [ attached image ] You: oops.   The purple haired boy made kissy faces at Shouto as he backed out of the stall and fled the bathroom.   Back in the common room a group had formed around the coffee table, a girl is rattling off the rules for King’s Cup. Hitoshi dipped into the kitchen to grab another bottle of water before joining the group, settling down between Aoyama and a girl he didn’t know with dark hair and large breasts. Shortly after, his partner came out of the restroom, face clean, but evidence of their encounter still showing on his puffy lips. He grabbed himself a drink from the kitchen and sat himself down between Midoriya and Hagakure.   Bakugou’s eyes flitted between the two of them, the gears in his head clearly turning and piecing together the clues before him. It was obvious when he solved the puzzle, because his lip curled in disgust.   Mina piped up, “Any questions? Good. Let’s start with Midoriya!”   Everyone around the table seemed excited, many of them clearly not having played before. It would be fun to see these kids get wasted playing a silly party game.   “Okay I got a Queen, that’s questions right?” The few people nodded, ready to see where it would go. “Alright, hmmm, who was your first crush? Is that too easy?”   They went around the circle, rattling off the names of various idols, heroes, middle school friends, and said friends’ moms. Even Shouto’s ‘All Might’ was mundane, it was all very boring until it came to Bakugou, his face having gone read in embarrassment, “I ain’t tellin’ you that shit!”   “Wow, to think such a tame question is all it takes to get Bakugou all worked up.” Hitoshi said with a grin that made Katsuki’s hackles rise. God he would be so fun to toy will, even if this game stayed relatively tame, poking fun at Bakugou was always worth it.   The same benign answers continue until his turn.   “Eraserhead,” he declared while running his fingers through his hair, scratching at the back of his neck at a smattering of gasps and giggles. “What? He’s still hot now, if not hotter.”   “If that’s the case, should we really be leaving him with you later this evening?” Shouto asked, poker faced and looking right through Hitoshi, to anyone else it would seem like he was simply teasing, but he knew the jealousy was winding back up in his partner.   Hitoshi winked at him in return.   “UGH, get a fucking room you two!” Bakugou spat.   “Only if you’re coming with us, Kat-su-ki~” he mocked, grin suggestive and one eyebrow raised. Honestly he was only half joking, but he knew nothing would come of it so riling Bakugou up would have to do.   The blond made to lunge at him, but was caught by vertigo and the redhead from earlier yanking him back down, “Get your gross hands off me, numbnuts.”   The round continued, but nothing else exciting transpired.   Shouto cleared his throat, “It’s my turn. Five. Guys, drink.”   Hitoshi lifted his bottle to his lips, unconcerned given the harmless nature of his drink. His attention turned back on Shouto, wondering how much he planned to drink tonight since he hadn’t experienced drunk Shouto before. High, yes; he’d smoked him up before, but he just got very cuddly.   “Oh Ten! My favorite!” Invisagirl exclaimed on her turn, everyone putting up three fingers, “Okay, hmmmmm, never have I ever been on a boat.”   Yawning Hitoshi watched a few people put down finger. “Oh god, Toru, that’s so boring! Never have I ever sucked a dick!” Uraraka proclaimed next, looking around the circle with a grin.   Hitoshi’s boredom from a few moments ago vanished as he lowered one of his fingers and looked around to see how many cocksuckers were among them tonight. Both Aoyama and Shouto put a finger down -no surprise, his dick had been between both sets of lips-, and the invisible girl had lost a digit as well. The most interesting of the bunch was that cute redhead, who was smiling sheepishly at Bakugou. Hitoshi turned his attention toward Shouto, wiggling his eyebrows and making mismatched eyes narrow at him.   “Well while we’re on the subject, let’s not be exclusive. I’m not ashamed to admit it, but never have I ever received oral sex.” Sero said and looked around at his classmates.   Denki patted him on the back, “Don’t worry, we’ll get there, man.”   Hitoshi lowered his second finger along with most of the same people as before, with the addition of the two cute lesbians and Ojiro.   Todoroki spoke up with the faintest blush covering his cheeks, “I’m out, I’ll drink.” The embarrassment on Shouto’s face, however faint, was a new look on him and was fucking adorable . Urakara picked up her card next, grinning and holding it aloft with a shout, “Jack! I get to make a rule, oh ho ho.” Her gaze fixated on the angry blond across the table with an intensity that was, frankly, alarming, “If anyone says a swear that person has to remove one article of clothing. A pair of socks counts as one.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Why the fuck are you staring at me, round face?!” There was silence around the table, everyone watching Bakugou expectantly. “Oh fu- I mean fart. Fart.”   Wow that was fast. “We all heard that first one, Bakugou. Give us a little show~.” Jirou teased while twirling an ear jack. Bakugou grabbed the back of his tank and yanked it over his head. “There! You happy, you fu- frickin’ pervs?” This idiot was going to be butt naked in no time, not that Hitoshi would complain. It was an undeniable fact: Bakugou Katsuki was hot, built like a Greek God with a body made to take shots off of. Midoriya piped up, “Kacchan, it's probably better if you just don't talk at this rate.” “Shove it, Deku.”   Sero drew a six and all the girls drank, followed by Denki pulling a three and taking a sip from his own cup.   “A King, how manly!” the redhead leaned forward and tipped some of his drink into the cup at the center, “You’re up, Bakubro.” Bakugou picked a card, “An eight, what the fuck does that mean again?” Hitoshi joined in with the rest of the table to laugh at Bakugou as someone yelled strip. Then he sat back with a grin, ready for the show. “Oh god da-- GOSH DARNIT.” He roared as he stood up and unbuckled his belt, throwing it to the floor. “Give us a twirl.” Hitoshi called, grinning and making a twirling gesture with his finger. “WOOO, Bakugou! Take it off!” Ochako hollered. The angry jackass glowered at him and unbuttoned his jeans, growling as he did so. He wished Bakugou knew how gay growling and taking your pants off, all while maintaining aggressive, unwavering eye contact actually was, but that was a taunt for another time.   Bakugou was left standing in red boxer briefs stretched tight around his thighs and bulge. At his right, that redhead looked so thirsty he might drop dead from dehydration. Meanwhile, Kaminari was staring like he’d just had the biggest shock of his life. Bakugou sat back down and barked, “Alright, you got your eyeful, are you happy now? Someone friggin’ tell me what eight means so we can get on with our lives!”   “Eight is date, kero. You have to pick someone to drink every time you do. Who do you want to get drunk?”   A wicked smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he set his sights Midoriya, who was looking quite pink and flustered and avoiding looking directly at Bakugou’s half naked body.   “Deku, you're gonna get white-girl wasted tonight.”   Here Bakugou was, hollering at Hitoshi for winking at Shouto, when he and Midoriya obviously wanted to rip off each other's clothes and devour the other right here on the table. He wondered if maybe it wasn’t so obvious to the two of them, even though it was crystal clear to everyone around them. An outside perspective letting them see all the details, or whatever.   “Don't pick on Deku!” Uraraka huffed, puffing out her cheeks.   “It's my card, Jigglypuff, you don't get to choose.”   Ojiro picked a two and had his girlfriend drink, then Ashido got a four making everyone scramble to put their hands on the floor. Bakugou lost, naturally.   “Marvelous, an ace~☆! ” Aoyama gleamed, “Time for a waterfall.”   He began drinking and everyone around the table followed suit. The girl next to Hitoshi was the first to be unable to drink anymore and the rest brought their cups down like dominos.   They paused for a break so everyone could stretch their legs and, more importantly, refill their drinks. Hitoshi crawled from the floor up onto the couch behind him and stretched out his legs. He leant his head back and closed his eyes, hoping to take a moment to doze, but was interrupted by a sudden weight in his lap.   Hitoshi peeked an eye open and smiled when he saw Shouto perched on his legs. Shouto leant over to the coffee table to place down his new drink and the water bottle he'd brought over for Hitoshi, not acknowledging Hitoshi at all. As soon as the beverages were safe, the sleepy boy pulled him back up and into his embrace, placing a kiss to the nape of his neck.   “So we’re doing PDA now, Todoroki-san? I thought we only knew other behind closed doors; Staggered entrances and exits, discretion, all that.”   “I can leave.”   Hitoshi loosened his hold and chuckled when Shouto responded by cuddling closer to him.   “What's up with you, Shouto? Upset your classmates know your dick sucking secret?” He ran his hand soothingly over the other boys side.   Shouto bristled, which just made Hitoshi chuckle again; loved getting him worked up.   “Do you plan on leering at Kirishima all night?”   “You're jealous? Again? I don't know if I'm ready for another aggressive blowjob,” A Cat Bus like grin spread across his face, “Wait, who?”   “Your ‘ hard bodied stud, ’ your ‘ hot redhead ’, Kirishima Eijirou.”   “I never said ‘hot redhead’.  Sounds like I'm not the only guilty party here. Hmm, Shouto?”   The boy on his lap fell silent and crossed his arms, looking away from Hitoshi, but not before he saw the guilty flush spread over his cheeks.   “Aw come on now, Shouto, don’t pout. I know you want to be the focus of my attention, but,” he pulled him close to whisper in his ear, “Imagine the two of us, Eijirou and I, giving you our undivided attention, making you feel good, worshipping you just like you deserve.” He nipped lightly at the other boys earlobe. “You’d like that, huh?”   Shouto bit his lower lip, trying to conceal a smile, eyes hooded and dreamy as his partner ran long fingers along his arm. Goosebumps covered his skin from the touch and the voice in his ear sent them shivering down his neck. He was a live nerve.   Another chuckle escaped Hitoshi as he began kissing behind Shouto’s ear to drive the tease home, “How are you feeling? I bet you're ready to explode. Are you regretting not letting your poor little guy cum earlier?”   Shouto squirmed in his lap and let out a needy sound, “You're cruel, do you know that?”   Jirou yelled above the dull roar of the party, “Let's get this show back on the road, people!” Everyone gathered back to their places noisily, bustling around the couch and jostling each other goodnaturedly. Hitoshi gave Shouto’s ear one last bite before they parted and he slid back down to his spot on the floor. “If I remember correctly, it's my turn,” Hitoshi reminded, drawing a card from the pile, and chuckling softly when he saw what it was, “A queen. It's my turn to ask a question. How fitting.” He scanned over the group to see if anyone was squirming over having to respond to him, finding Ojiro looking very uncomfortable, to the surprise of no one at all. “Well then, tell me what your kink is. If you're about to say you don't have one, tell me what you think about when you masturbate?” His brows quirked in sadistic curiosity. The bubbly, drunk girl next to him, with a smile plastered on her cute face, blurted out, “Facesitting!” Her girlfriend flushed and mumbled, “Same.” Tsuyu and Midoriya both chose to drink rather than answer. Cowards. “Feet,” Shouto admitted matter of factly, which made Hitoshi smile wickedly. That was a new one, but was also the blandest thing he could have possibly admitted to. Shouto was a kink monster and hearing him fess up to something so vanilla was funny. Hagakure and Uraraka both chickened out, while Sero quietly admitted, “Not a big surprise, but bondage.” Denki, sounding a bit confused, “I like boobs?” He glanced, looking at bit panicked, at Bakugou’s thighs. “Men.” “OK, but what about them? Hair, muscles, what?” Mina asked. “Everything.” Kirishima responded, nodding resolutely.   Jackpot.   Blue and grey eyes were already on him when he shifted his gaze in their direction. Hitoshi grinned and pushed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, making it bulge and Shouto bite his lower lip.   Torturing him always turned Hitoshi on a bit more than he'd like to admit. His mom told him not to play with his food, but he never was a well behaved child.   “Biting, ya know, leaving marks, claiming,” Bakugou confessed. Hitoshi’s attention was ripped away from Shouto by a very loud Uraraka. “WAIT, wait, wait. Wow, Bakugou, “claiming?”” she exclaimed, leaning over the table to look at him, “Are you going to knot them while you're at it? Make sure they're covered in your scent?” “I think you just outed yourself, too, Ura-san,” Tsuyu croaked. “Fuckin’ figures, the mousy lookin’ ones are always freaks,” Bakugou pulled off his socks just as Hitoshi was about to tell him to strip and balled them up before, for good measure, he lobbed them at Shouto’s face. “Don't say I never gave you nothin’, perv.” Hitoshi nearly spit out his water in shock as horror briefly crossed Todoroki’s face; realizing he'd revealed far too much tonight. Ojiro, unsurprisingly, drank rather than answering. “I guess I like men in uniforms or hero costumes? I've never really thought about it like this before.” Ashido murmured, uncharacteristically shy about such a super mild confession, compared to everyone else. “It's lingerie for me. Nothing accentuates my truly magnificent figure like a rhinestone garter belt,” Aoyama seemed to shimmer at the thought. A beat of silence fell across the room. “King!” The cutie next to him proclaimed, breaking the thick silence, and clumsily dumped a little too much of her drink into the center cup. He felt a little weird watching Shouto squirm over what all had been revealed about him tonight, so he had decided to level the playing field. “Temp play,” Hitoshi announced. “I feel guilty knowing all of yours, so, yeah, temp play.” It had the opposite of the desired effect, though, as Shouto looked as if he were ready to leave the gravitational field of the planet and float aimlessly through the void for the rest of time. “An-y-way!” Exclaimed Jirou, “Jack, it's time for a new rule.” She twirled her earjacks while smiling mischievously, “For the last two Queens in the deck, you no longer have the option to drink rather than answer.” People around the table groaned and whined, which just widened Jirou’s uncomfortably predatory smirk.   Tsuyu followed up by drawing a three and taking her drink while Midoriya drew an eight and made Sero his date.   Shouto pulled his card, “A queen.” Hitoshi knew he wasn’t going to be gentle, he’d been suffering all night and was going to take it out on them, “If you had to have sex with another first year from Yuuei, who you haven't fooled around with before, who would you choose?”   He leant forward, propping his elbows on the table with his chin on his hands, all while looking very smug.   “Oh, Todoroki, that's so unfair,” Hagakure whined. “Cover your ears, Mashi! Assuming this hypothetical situation is consensual and both parties are into it, I’d have to go with Eijirou-kun. He's a gentleman and I think he’d treat me right.”   “Too bad he’s as gay as a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide,” Sero snorted.   “Well Bakugou’s the hottest, but he would have to have his mouth taped shut or something.” Ochako shrugged, “You know, like “butterface,” but he's a “buttermouth.””   The comment elicited a few chuckles from around the table, but Hitoshi outright cackled. He liked Ochako more than he thought.   “Maybe we could get that thing they strapped on him at the Sport Festival. Mmm,” Shouto mused, and Hitoshi couldn’t help but agree; that muzzle had been pretty hot.   It was easy to see that Bakugou was ready to scream and it was taking all of his self control to stay quiet.   “You remember that girl with the vine quirk from the sports festival? Shiozaki- san? Her.” Sero smiled, “Come to think of it, we should have invited her.”   “In a perfect world Mina would swoon over me,” Kaminari lamented, “but we don't live in that world do we, Pinky?”   Maybe that answer had been right an hour ago, but the way he’d been glancing at Bakugou’s thighs told a whole other story.   “Ew, Denki, stop kidding around!“ Mina squealed.   “Bakugou.” Kirishima affirmed without hesitation, making Bakugou narrow his eyes at him, but Kirishima just smiled back, wide and unashamed.   If Bakugou didn’t want him, Hitoshi would be more than happy to take him off his hands. This line of thought was cut short by Bakugou’s clear and honest declaration.   “Deku.”   He was looking straight at Midoriya, utterly deadpan and the least slurred he’s sounded in an hour, “I’d make big fat tears roll down those round cheeks while he's gagging on my dick.”   “K-Kacchan!”   Midoriya hid his face in his hands and the skin left visible was very red, nearly purple. Everyone gathered around the table -even a few on the outside who weren’t playing- looked horrified and speechless, mouths gaping silently for once. Aside from Shouto, who looked absolutely pleased that it'd come to this and Hitoshi, who was all Cheshire Cat grins. This night just kept getting better and better, and watching Bakugou crash and burn might be the highlight of the year.   “Tch, you should see all your stupid faces, I'm obviously joking. Why would I, or anyone else for that matter, want that loser? It's you're turn, Roo.” He grunted, trying to backpedal frantically, like a fucking liar.   If Hitoshi liked Bakugou he might have gone and fetched him some water, or better yet gotten him to go to sleep, but they weren’t friends. They’d never be friends. This was what Bakugou deserved.   Ojiro tried to steer the game back on track by talking about some ponytail girl from 1-B, but everyone was still reeling.   Mina gushed, “Todoroki’s the class pretty boy, so that'd be my first choice.”   Aoyama purred, “I'd let Bakugou have his way with me. I absolutely adore a hard body and rough hands.” He batted his lashes in the explosive boy’s direction, but Bakugou just raised his lip is disgust.   It was Hitoshi’s turn to answer. He bit back the gut reaction to answer ‘Kirishima’. He didn't want to scare him away, and Shouto needed a break from his suffering after having Bakugou’s sweaty socks lobbed at his face.   “I’d sleep with Blasty, too. But only if I get to use my Quirk. I have to agree with Uraraka, you have to do something about that mouth.” Hitoshi fiddled with a bit of his hair, this was getting pretty boring. Nothing was going to top Bakugou confessing to wanting to choke Midoriya on his cock.   “Todoroki,” Yaoyorozu giggled.   “Tsuyu,” Jirou mused and nudged the frog girl with an elbow, “that tongue girl. Jesus.”   “Ochako, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” Tsuyu said plainly, expression unchanging.   “I think Toru is right, Kirishima would probably be really nice.” Midoriya piped up, but then continued, mumbling obliviously in true form, “Todoroki would probably be gentle with me, too. Iida’s so strong and smart, so that’s an option. And Kaminari and Tokoyami are both super cool. Then again, Shinsou’s really pretty. And, of course, there’s Kacchan…”   Pretty?   “Wow, Deku, you're such a fucking slut! Is there a dude here you wouldn't bone?” Ochako was shaking with laughter, which broke Midoriya out of his mindless rambling and had him turning red all over again.   “Ochako, please !” Midoriya shrieked. “That was a swear Ura, you broke your own rule~” Mina chided.   Urakara sighed and pulled her shirt off over her head, leaving her in a lacy pink bra.   The invisible girl drew her card, “Ooh another ten.” The group lifted three fingers into the air, aside from Bakugou, whose drunk ass seemed to be on another planet. “Never have I ever wanted to fuck Bakugou.”   “Oof straight for the kill, Hagakure, but that was a curse so...” Sero sniggered as half of the people around the table lowered fingers, Hitoshi included. Hagakure pulled off her socks with a huff before sitting forward eagerly to see who’d put down fingers.   Uraraka mused for a moment before announcing, ”Never have I ever sent anybody nudes.”   Hitoshi and Shouto both lost fingers to this question along with Denki, Aoyama, and the Lesbians ™.   Sero looked at Hitoshi, “Sorry for singling you out Shinsou, but never have I ever had a crush on a teacher.”   Hitoshi shrugged as he took a drink, “You’re not hurting me, Sero, this is water.”   “Six is chicks,” Uraraka announced, throwing her card down and then drinking.   Sero drew his card, “A Jack. New rule: if you say someone’s name you have to take a drink.”   “Booooring,” Mina whined.   Denki drew his card, “A King,” He leaned forward and tilted his drink into the center cup, “I feel bad for whoever has to drink this.”   “That’s the third King, right? Next one is game over.” Jirou announced.   Kirishima drew next, “Eight, date. Midoridude be my date!”   Bakugou’s turn was next, they waited and when he didn’t respond Kirishima shook him by the shoulder. “Dude, are you in there? It’s your turn.”   Bakugou startled, proving Hitoshi right about him being miles away, before he wrenched his arm away. He moved forward when he registered what’d been said and picked up a card, “A King.”   He leaned forward to pour his beer into the center cup, but Kirishima's hands were on him again, holding his wrist in place. This guy was so fucking drunk.   Ashido chimed in, “Bakugou that was the last King, weren’t you paying attention? Denki pulled the third one a couple seconds ago. So...” She took two sips of her drink accounting for the two names she said.   He just blinked at her like she was speaking another language.   “So, you have to drink it. You lost,” Tsuyu spoke up, “or won. It all depends on how you look at it.”   He picked up the cup and was immediately assaulted by the pungent stench, his nose crinkling, “There’s no fu- flipping way I can drink this. It’s disgusting.”   Shouto shook his head and shrugged, “Well I guess if you’re too much of a pussy you don’t have to, but I never pegged you for a quitter, Bakugou.”   Bakugou fell hook line and sinker for the taunt, as Shouto likely expected. He narrowed his eyes, brought the cup to his lips and chugged until it was empty, slamming it down on the table and crushing it. A full body shudder wracked through him from the vile afterburn, hair standing on end like something out of a damn Ghibli movie.   The attention of the room was ripped away from him when a blur with glasses sprinted into the room.   Iida slashed his hands through the air and declared, “The black cat is approaching the fishbowl. I repeat; the black cat is approaching the fishbowl.”   “And that’s my cue.” Hitoshi stood and made his way to the door Iida had just burst through a moment prior, hands tucked in his pockets.   The air outside was cool compared to the warm, balmy party, making a shiver snaked its way down Hitoshi’s spine from the temperature difference. He fished his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, brought the half finished stick from earlier back to his lips and lit it again.   He inhaled deeply, letting the feeling of fire move down his throat and unfurl in his lungs, bringing along with it comfort and relaxation. The nicotine melted away the headache he hadn’t even been aware of moments prior. Sighing, he released the smoke in his lungs as Aizawa’s silhouette came into view.   “Shinsou, what are you doing here?” Hitoshi’s eyebrows raised suggestively, “Ya’ know what, nevermind, I don’t want to know what you and young Todoroki are up to this time .” Aizawa rubbed his temple exasperated, “Get back to your dorm immediately.”   “Aw that’s no fun, Shouta, the night is still young! Want a smoke?” He held out the pack in his sensei’s direction, ignoring how the music and roar of the party rang clear through the night air.   The tired man sighed and shook his head, obviously exasperated, “I don’t have time for-. ”   With that he was under Hitoshi’s hold.   He closed in on the older man, admiring the cut of his jaw and the stubble growing along it. He smelled nice, but then he always smelled nice, like sweet pepper and spice, with notes of tobacco smoke. They shared the same terrible habit, so he fished in Aizawa’s pockets to find his cigarette case, sleek and black with a silver clasp, so he could steal a single stick from the fold. Sensei could afford the good poison, and chances were he wouldn’t notice if one more was missing. Hitoshi tucked the butt behind his ear and replaced the case before he backed off, knowing that if his morals were any looser he might not be able to keep himself from touching, kissing, feeling him. Even worse, he’d probably lose control of his quirk and be in even more trouble.   “Alright, Shouta, I’m going to have to have you go home and go to sleep, you need it, Dr. Shinsou’s orders.”   Aizawa turned on his heel and trudged away, hopefully he wouldn’t run into any of the other teachers on his way home. Hitoshi watched him go and finished his smoke, feeling an enormous amount of pride at accomplishing this task. Suddenly he remembered the reward he’d been promised and grinned.   He swung the doors to the common room back open and announced loudly, “Alright shit nerds, bow down to your god,” He was grinning from ear to ear, uncaring if anyone found it unnerving, “Tokoyami, I swear on all that is holy if there isn’t a blunt between my lips in the next five minutes I’m dragging that DILF in here and making you all watch me call him “Daddy.””   “Woah, are you really gonna just cuck Todoroki like that?” Mina giggled.   Hitoshi looked over in time to see the sour expression play across Shouto’s face, which only served to widen his goofy smile.   “How am I supposed to look Sensei in the eye after hearing you call him a DILF?” Tokoyami said, rubbing his temples with a pained grimace. “I could use a smoke, was starting to think no one would ask.”   Tokoyami waved him toward the restroom and Hitoshi followed his lead, as did a gaggle of other students, Shouto among them.   Hitoshi entered the room for the second time tonight, but stopped when he felt a tug on his sleeve. He turned, as the other students moved past him, and was face to face with a less than amused Shouto standing at the entrance of the bathroom.   “Miss me?” Hitoshi smirked at him.   Shouto leant forward and caught his lips, coaxing Hitoshi into a kiss. He didn’t take much convincing before he was tasting Shouto’s mouth, fluctuating between warm and cold. Hitoshi bit down on Shouto’s bottom lip and pulled back, breaking the kiss before he could get sucked too far in.   “Is it me or the bathroom that gets you so excited?”   “Did you have a good time with your ‘daddy’, Hitoshi?”   “Oh, my bad, it’s not the bathroom, it’s jealousy.”   He bristled at the comment, “I’m not jealous.” Hitoshi side eyed him. “Okay, but what’s so wrong with it? I want you to look at me.”   “I can't believe you're getting worked up over some DILF and redhead jokes, but haven't even made a peep about sending your dad a money shot.”   “I don't care about my father, Hitoshi. I care about you.”   That admission left Hitoshi at a loss for words for the first time in his life.   He and Shouto had been fooling around since just after the Sports Festival. They had started by sharing smoke breaks in the bathrooms during class, which turned into making out in the stalls. That eventually lead to giving head in the locker rooms during lunch, and fucking in empty classrooms after school. Not to mention all of the sexting and the mountains of nudes between them. Never once had they discussed feelings, never once had they been on a ‘date’. Hitoshi hadn't been seeing anyone else since they started this thing, whatever it was between them, but that wasn't on purpose. He hadn't wanted to get his hopes up.   He must have stayed quiet for too long because Shouto spoke up, “I see,” and started to move away.   In a flash he took hold of the back of Shouto’s head with both hands and pulled him back into a kiss, this one deeper than the previous. Shouto startled at first, but quickly leant into it, wrapping his arms around Hitoshi’s waist as he parted his lips, moaning quietly as Hitoshi’s tongue grazed along his own.   “Shinsou, are you going to hit this?” Tokoyami voice echoed from inside.   Hitoshi growled and whispered to Shouto, “Fuck yeah I'm going to hit this,” running hands down to his ass and giving it a squeeze that elicited a needy noise from the other. “Let's ditch these losers and go to your room. Let me show you how much I care about you, Shouto~.”   Shouto had the power back, he was in control, just how he liked it. He wanted it to stay that way at least a bit longer, before they started playing again, “No, I want to smoke first.”   “Even better, let's get you smoked up.” He leaned in and started kissing him again.   “Shinsou?” Tokoyami called again.   Shouto ducked away from from the other boy, “Plus, Kirishima is in here,” he winked before he rounded the corner towards the group.   This fucking slut was going to be the death of him. He followed hot on his heels as they joined the group gathered farther inside.   “Wow finally, what took you so long?” Mina whined, “Tokoyami wouldn't start without you.”   “Should we worry, is Todoroki pregnant?” Jirou teased. Mineta looked disgusted at the thought.   “Not yet.” Hitoshi smiled as he brought Tokoyami’s edgy as fuck pipe to his lips, complete with skull carved into the bowl. He lit it and hit it, inhaling deeply before leaning back against the tiled wall and passing to Shouto.   “Damn, I'm starting to feel like I'm the only one around here who isn't getting laid.” lamented Denki.   The pipe had hardly passed from Shouto to Jirou before the mismatched boy’s arms were looped around Hitoshi’s waist again, his face nuzzled to the crook of his sleepy partner’s neck. The public attention was still a bit startling, but not unappreciated. He really hoped that this affection wasn’t solely a result of alcohol, that’d suck. Lazily he slung an arm around Shouto, slipping his hand under the back of his shirt to absently fiddle with his waistband and trace shapes into the skin at the small of his back.   “Ew, Denki, gross. Don't be jealous of some dudes doing butt stuff. Ojiro and Jirou are the only ones getting pussy around here,” Mineta spat.   Jirou looked nauseated at the thought of Mineta thinking about her and Momo that way. Not that it was unexpected.   “Don’t be an ass, man.” Sero scolded, “That's the exact attitude that repels people from you.”   “Plus we do mouth stuff, too.” Hitoshi held up his hand to his mouth, thumb and forefinger making an O, and wiggled his tongue through the opening, all while Shouto sniggered against his neck. Normally he’d pout or make a cutting comment, how strong was Tokoyami’s shit if Shouto was already giggling?   Mineta made gross over dramatic retching noises, but Hitoshi ignored him, having caught Kirishima staring, lips slightly agape and stare fixed on his tongue. He winked when over blown red eyes flicked up and met his own.   The boy under his arm must have been peeking at the exchange as he leant up to Hitoshi’s ear whispering, “I want to play with him.”   A relaxed smile crossed the purple haired boy’s face and he gave Shouto’s perky little ass an encouraging squeeze.   The coughing started as soon as Denki’s mouth touched the pipe, his lungs seemed to be trying to leave the country. Kirishima, ever the gentleman, whacked hard on his back trying to help him get through it. No one else cared, Mina plucked the pipe from Denki before he could drop it.   The door swung open and the squeak of sneakers on tile could still be heard over Denki’s death throes. None other than drunky-mc-blasty-thirst rounded the corner.   “Hey, Bakubro, come join us!” Kirishima yelled over to his friend, still pounding on Pichu’s back.   “Tch, yeah right,” slurred Bakugou wobbling into a stall and slamming the door behind him.   Denki finally stopped coughing, it seemed he’d live to smoke another joint, when a very loud camera shutter sound echoed across the tile room.   “Oh shit, Bakugou! Are you taking dick pics?” Mineta shouted as the rest of the group chimed in with a chorus of hoots, hollers, and whistles. Hitoshi gave Shouto a little shake, teasing him for having something in common with Bakugou. Although he was sure Shouto was the king of dick pic-ing.   “Send them to our group chat! You know you have an adoring audience waiting to see.” Sero snorted.   “Huuuuh?! I will fucking murder all of you! Save me the trouble and go die!” Bakugou screamed, followed by a loud bang on the door and the clatter of plastic against porcelain followed by the tinny whooshing sound of a text being sent.   Kirishima quickly fished his phone out of his pocket, hopeful. When nothing came his bottom lip pouted out, disappointed.   “Oh come on, Eiji, don't sulk. You know exactly who he sent it to.” Mina giggled.   Nodding Jirou added, “If it wasn't crystal clear before, that round of kings sealed it.”   Mina responded making a dick sucking motion and a gagging sound.   The pipe had made its way back to Hitoshi, freshly repacked by Tokoyami, who took another deep hit. He nudged Shouto getting him to straighten up before handing it his way.   “Come over here, Kirishima. You haven’t had a hit yet, have you?”   “It’s fine, Todoroki my dude, I can wait my turn.”   “Let me take care of you. Come here.” Shouto closed the distance between them. He toked from the bowl and placed his hand on Kirishima’s cheek, thumb resting on his bottom lip. Gently he pulled on his lip coaxing his mouth open. When the redhead tentatively complied, staring wide eyed at him, Shouto exhaled a stream of smoke into his sharp toothed mouth meeting Kirishima’s gaze, his eyes lidded and seductive. They lingered a bit longer, mouths close, until Shouto released his lower lip and backed away.   Hitoshi felt warm, and he wanted everyone else to leave, now. The urge to take hold of the back of their heads and smash their faces together, get this show on the road, was overwhelming. Shouto was always sexy, but this was sending him over the edge.   Kirishima looked dazed and aroused, a feeling Hitoshi could more than empathize with. There might as well have been hearts reflected in his pupils.   The silence in the room was palpable, until Denki recovered to taunt his friend, “Damn, Ejijrou, get some!”   Mina whined, “Todoroki do me next!”   Kirishima came sharply back to his senses, moving back where he’d been standing and laughing with his friend. His eyes flicked up to Hitoshi nervously, Shouto comfortably back under his arm, afraid he’d be mad. He didn’t look angry at all, though; he looked hungry.   “Gaaaaaaay,” Mineta booed and Sero shot some tape at his mouth.   Chattering and smoking continued a while longer, smoke swirling around the room up and out the window. Everyone relaxed and happy, they started drifting out of the bathroom and back to the party. The pair followed the last of the crowd back into the common room.   A group had formed in a circle on the floor and with a bottle in the negative space at the center. Hitoshi rolled his eyes, this might have been the most stereotypical thing he’d seen tonight.   “Todoroki! Shinsou! Join us!” Uraraka called over to them, patting the floor next to her as she and Midoriya scooted apart to make room for them.   Hitoshi sat between the two leaving room at his side for Shouto, but instead of sitting on the floor he settled himself between Hitoshi’s legs, humming happily as he wiggled to get comfortable against his chest.   Happy. The tickling feeling in his chest and the uncontrollable upturn of the corners of his mouth, the only way to describe it was happiness. He kissed the back of Shouto’s neck and nuzzled his face into red and white hair, surrounded by strawberries and warmth.   “Deku was just telling me something very interesting Bakugou said to him this evening.”   “Ochako, please! ” Midoriya yelped, frazzled, “He’s just drunk, it’s not like he meant any of it!”   “Is this the choking thing? Cause he 100% meant that,” Shinsou taunted, “Speaking of, did you get a text from Drunky?"   “No? My phone’s dead,” Midoriya eyes widened in horror, ” Why? ”   “Please God tell me Bakugou is sending Deku dick pics! This is the best night of my life.”   Midoriya groaned, holding his face in his hands, skin red down to his shoulders.   Iida hiccuped and slashed an arm toward Midoriya, ”Delete that immediately! Don't even look at it! That's illegal!” His face was red and he was obviously drunk.   “Yeah, so is getting wasted on two wine coolers, Tenya,” Uraraka cut.   “What did Bakugou say?” Shouto spoke up, he had spent the whole exchange leaning against Hitoshi with his eyes closed, “You said it was interesting, Uraraka.”   “He told Deku he wants his ass to be his last meal and he called him,” She paused for effect, “ Izuku. ”   Shouto opened his eyes to get a good look at Midoriya, who was collapsing in on himself.   “Ochako, you're the worst, why do I trust you with anything?”   “Come on, Deku, please let him eat your ass! Just imagine anytime he starts screaming at you or picking on you, you'll be able to say ‘How's my ass taste, Kacchan?’”   Hitoshi snorted, but their conversation was cut short by Kendo-san announcing that they'd be starting the game, some God awful truth or dare spin the bottle hybrid.   “Let's start with, hmmmmmm, Midoriya!”   Hitoshi briefly wondered what it was like to always be chosen first, but the dark thought was quickly pushed away when Shouto lifted Hitoshi’s hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to his palm.   Midoriya crawled forward to spin the bottle, his tiny shorts turning this innocent action into quite the lewd display. If Bakugou hadn't passed out on the toilet he probably would have mounted him here in front of everyone. The bottle stopped spinning and landed pointing toward Mina.   “Uh, truth, dare, or kiss Ashido-san?” Midoriya inquired.   “Kiss, of course,” Mina crawled forward, placing a chaste peck on the small boy's lips.   As Midoriya settled back into his place Hitoshi leant over and quietly said, “Your ass is eating those shorts. Thot.”   “Ooo, Todoroki and Hitoshi, Jackpot! So boys what will it be? Truth, dare, or,” she lowered her voice and batted her lashes, “ kiss ?”   “Truth.” Shouto answered for both of them.   “Boo,” She pouted, “Okay, hm, how long have you two been dating? I don’t think any of us knew you had a boyfriend, Todoroki. ”   Hitoshi opened his mouth, the answer that they were, in fact, not together on the tip of his tongue, but Shouto was faster, “A few of months now, we got together shortly after the sports festival.”   OH? Boyfriend ???   This was News.   Before he could follow up with anything,  Shouto was out pacing him again, up on his hands and knees with his ass pushed up and out, leaning forward to spin.   The bottle spun for what seemed like forever until it finally stopped, neck pointing squarely at Kirishima.   “Truth, dare, or kiss, Kirishima?” Shouto inquired, maintaining eye contact with the redhead.   “Dare!” He answered quickly, flustered under Shouto’s gaze, still shook from their earlier encounter.   “I dare you to spend seven minutes in heaven with me,” he rose to his feet and Kirishima gulped, “and Hitoshi.”   Nodding furiously, cheeks red, Kirishima stumbled to stand and follow Shouto, hot on his heels like an overexcited puppy.   Denki and Sero made wolf whistles and whooped loudly for their boy to get some while Mina whined, loudly. Shouto’s friends, and Hitoshi’s too he guessed, were looking between each other in confusion. It was understandable, they hadn't known any of this about Shouto before tonight.   Hitoshi trailed behind the other two, shrugging at the shocked group behind them, “Your friend's a slut.”   Across the room the three of them slid into a supply closet. Hitoshi pulled the door closed, leaving the three in a shroud of darkness, the only light seeping in under the door. Shouto moved forward to wrap his arms around the redhead’s neck, the motion shifting his ass against Hitoshi’s crotch. He felt the boy between them lean in followed by the wet sound of spit and lips.   Hitoshi reached up, gropping in the darkness until he found the string dangling from the ceiling. He pulled down on the string, causing a dim bare bulb to flick to life.   The sight illuminated before him knocked the wind out of him, making room for the fire low in his stomach to ignite. The two hero students were devouring each other, Shouto’s hands tangled in Kirishima’s hair while the other was gripping Shouto’s waist tightly, their faces in lovely juxtaposition from Kirishima’s hard handsome features to Shouto’s long, soft, pretty ones.     Shouto bit down on the other boy’s lower lip, revealing those sharp teeth and eliciting a moan, pulling back until his back was flush against Hitoshi’s chest. Todoroki released Kirishima’s lip to tilt his head up and catch Hitoshi’s mouth. He welcomed Shouto’s greedy kiss, parting his lips as he wasted no time fucking his tongue into Hitoshi’s mouth. The eager redhead peppered kisses along Shouto’s slender neck and wedged a knee between his thighs, rocking against Todoroki’s crotch. He whined at the friction against his oversensitive dick, turning his attention back to the redhead. Their lips slotted back together and the fiery teen gripped tightly at Kirishima's ass, pulling him forward and knocking the tired boy behind them into the wall.   Hitoshi took ahold of his ‘boyfriend’s’ chin, breaking the kiss between the two. Kirishima’s crimson eyes met Hitoshi’s and Shouto whined at the loss.   “Jesus, are all you hero kids this horned up? I thought it was just Shouto.” The boy in his grip jerked forward, but Hitoshi kept his hold, slipping two fingers into his greedy mouth with a chuckle. “You should know before we go any further that this one,” he pushed down on Shouto’s tongue, “is a huge cockslut. If we leave it up to him, he’ll have us both inside his greedy little ass. Isn't that right, Sho-Sho?” He nipped Shouto’s ear and smoothed his free hand down his side.   Under his grasp Shouto whimpered, loving being talked down to, and rutted his hips against Kirishima’s thigh.   Hitoshi watched Kirishima’s adam’s apple bob with an audible gulp. His eyes were wide as saucers and his pupils blown wide, lower lip clenched between his teeth.   “We don’t have time for that, though,” he sighed mournfully, “So, what do you say, Eijirou; wanna get your dick sucked?”   He hardly had time to nod before Shouto was on his knees, cupping and groping the redhead's bulge through his jeans. Looking up through different colored lashes, he pushed up the bottom of Kirishima’s shirt, “Hold this, please.”   Kirishima complied, pulling the front of his shirt up and over his head exposing plains of tanned skin pulled taut over hard muscle.   “Holy hell, I'm gay,” Hitoshi eyed his large, firm pecs, gaze lingering on the hard buds, “It should be illegal for you to wear a shirt.”   Kirishima beamed and flexed making the muscle stand out more and his pecs bounce, “Go ahead, Shin,” he looked at Hitoshi through, lidded eyes, “Touch me.”   Hitoshi moved closer to the redhead, leaning in to press a searing kiss to his pronounced trapezius before grazing teeth along the muscle, drawing a hiss from Kirishima. He smoothed his hand across his chest, squeezing and feeling the tight muscle.   “May I?” Shouto inquired.   “Of course, my man,” Kirishima chuckled shakily.   Shouto ran fingers along the valleys between sculpted abs, then tracing down the lines at his pelvis. The “V” of his pelvis disappeared at his waistband, so Shouto hooked his fingers in the material, holding taut, as he pulled down on the zipper with his teeth, maintaining eye contact with the boy above him all the while.   Both of the boys above Shouto were mesmerized watching him work. He released Kirishima’s cock, kissing the skin near the base before dragging a long, hot stripe from base to tip.   Kirishima let out a long groan at the contact and a gasp as his head slipped into Shouto’s mouth. He threw his head back when the boy on his cock began bobbing his head, drooling all over him.   Hitoshi curled fingers into Shouto’s hair, massaging circles into his scalp. “Come on, baby, do him like you do me.”   There was a tug at his jeans, Hitoshi looked down and saw Kirishima’s hand undoing his fly, pulling his dick out and wasting no time gripping it in his fist and pumping, meeting Shouto’s pace. When he looked back up Kirishima leant in towards him, lips parted and stole Hitoshi’s mouth. Their tongues pressing against one another as they moaned into each other's open mouths.   The audible pop that came from Shouto’s mouth separated the two, drawing their attention back down. The icy boy was working Kirishima’s shaft in his fist and pushing the hand away from Hitoshi’s cock, replacing it instead with his mouth.   Shouto urged the two closer together, frotting their cocks between his hands. He opened his mouth wide and stretched swollen lips around both heads, working his tongue over the sensitive flesh. The air was heavy and wet from their moaning and panting, both boys muttering praise to Shouto beneath them.   As they grew closer to climax he took a cock in each hand, the heads hovering at his tongue. He pumped furiously, pushing them over edge, cumming one shortly after the other. Shouto wasted no time coming up to his feet and pulling Kirishima into a kiss, swapping spit and cum between the their mouths. He turned and gave Hitoshi the same treatment before pulling back to examine their wrecked, panting faces. A self satisfied smile spread across his face and he turned and slipped out of the closet.   There was a long silence before Kirishima spoke up, shoving his cock back into his jeans and fixing his shirt, “Is it always like that? How do you guys ever get out of bed? You lucky dog.”   “He’s an insatiable little whore,” Hitoshi adjusted himself back to decency, “Next time we’ll get him back.”   The redhead flashed that bear trap grin, closing in on Hitoshi, “Next time?”   “If you're not interested… “ he teased, “Nevermind then.”   He pushed the door open, leaving Kirishima behind.   Back in the common room the game was still going, curious eyes flashed up at Hitoshi as he passed through. Shouto had settled down back among the group, so he chose to go grab a post-coital-smoke alone.   The cold air felt great on his skin, he hadn't realised how warm he was. He wandered along the path along the building until he found a bench to settle onto. He pulled the cigarette from behind his ear, held it between his lips and lit it. He inhaled and let the much smoother taste of his sensei’s smokes drift him even further into relaxation. He could fall asleep right then, he'd cum twice tonight and was still riding his high, it was perfect time for a nap. He knew, however, Shouto wasn't done with him.   Shit, Shouto. What was happening tonight? Were they really dating? Boyfriends? His heart fluttered at the thought, it was embarrassing. Maybe he'd just had too much to drink, too much to smoke, the PDA and group confession were just the result of that.   He couldn't let himself get his hopes up, he wouldn't be able to deal with the disappointment. These things were making him so happy tonight, it would hurt too much.   He sighed deeply, cigarette between his lips, leaning forward to prop his elbows on his knees, rubbing circles into his temples. All this thinking and stupid feelings chasing away the relaxation from moments ago.   Hitoshi wasn't sure how much time had passed when he felt someone else's presence settle in on the bench beside him. Without looking up he spit out the filter of his cigarette, it having finished burning who knew how long ago.   They sat in silence for a long while.   “Hitoshi..”   His shoulders stiffened as a hand touched his thigh.   “What's wrong?”   Hitoshi shook his head between his hands before looking up at Shouto. Concern played on his scared face, brows worried and the soft corners of his mouth downturned.   Hitoshi forced his signature shit eating grin, “Don't you worry about me. I'm just tired.”   “Why are you lying to me?” He pulled his hand away from Hitoshi’s thigh, “Did I do something wrong? You know I'm not good at this.”   “Not good at what, Shouto?”   “This. People. Relationships.”   He stayed quiet for a while, scratching the back of his hair, not sure how to approach this subject.   “Is this-,” he sighed, frustrated with himself, never having trouble finding his words, “Is this a relationship? Am I your boyfriend?”   Shouto looked hurt, maybe a bit confused and and averted his eyes from Hitoshi.   “Aw, fuck, Shouto I didn't mean it like that.” He placed a shaky hand over Shouto’s and took a deep breath, “I just never wanted to get my hopes up, you're too good for me. I thought we were just fooling around until you were done with me, that's why we snuck around and never went out,” his knee bounced anxiously, “But tonight you're kissing me in public, telling me you care about me, and telling your classmates we’re dating. I'm confused.”   “I'm too good for you?” Shouto shifted to face him and took a tight hold of both his hands, “Hitoshi, you're amazing. You’re so strong and smart, you don’t back down. I know that you aren’t only doing your classwork, you’re doing ours, too, for no credit. Even if you never make it into the Hero class you’re still going to be a great hero, you’ve worked too hard. It’d be so easy to give up, but you don’t. You have something to prove for all those other kids with ‘villainous’ quirks. Most of my life has been motivated only by spiting my father, if anyone is too good here, it’s you.”   Hitoshi looked away, not able to accept those words. “Look at me, Hitoshi,” Shouto moved his hand to hold either side of the wild haired boy’s face, tilting his gaze back up to meet his own, “I love you.”   It felt like every stupid cliche from his mother’s romance novels. Time seemed to stop, his chest was tight and hurt, a million butterflies sprung to life in in stomach. It was a dumb, trite, stereotypical high school puppy love response. He leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to Shouto’s lips, but it only made everything worse. Time met up with them and all those feelings surged faster, leaving them a tangled mess of lips and limbs trying to touch and be touched as much as possible, as if they’d never have this opportunity again.   After a time they pulled apart, flushed, breathing heavy, mouths puffy, red and used. Hitoshi pressed his forehead to Shouto’s, “I love you, too, Shouto.”   Sighing as he stared into his mismatched eyes, unable to control the smile decorating his face, which was only egged onward by Shouto’s own grin.   “God, this is so sappy.” He stood, stretching out the kinks in his back  before offering a hand to the other boy, “Can we skip to the part where we’re in your bedroom yet?”   Shouto stood as well, intertwining his fingers with Hitoshi’s, “We’ll have to wait for Iida to leave. I'm not in the mood to entertain a lecture, let alone a drunken one.”   Shouto led him back along the path leading to the front entrance, the moonlight illuminating the contours of Shouto’s captivating features. The apples of his high cheekbones pulled higher than usual, corners of his eyes crinkled by the rare smile adorning his soft pink lips. Hitoshi’s heart fluttered with the knowledge that he was responsible for that smile.   Back inside the party had calmed down considerably, people had left, fallen asleep or were helping with cleanup. They weren’t lucky enough, however, for Iida to be one of the passed out few. Instead he was sitting at the dining table, nursing a glass of water while Ochako either fretted over or made fun of him, it was impossible to tell from a distance.   “Shit,” Shouto hissed.   Shouto pulled Hitoshi over to an empty couch, pushing him down before straddling his lap. Hitoshi spread his hands across Shouto’s firm thighs, lovingly rubbing circles into the muscle with his thumbs, looking up to meet his eyes. “He’ll have to pee eventually, we can make a break for it then.”   Shouto hummed in agreement, eye hooded and seductive, “Until then..” He pulled Hitoshi’s head forward, cradling his face against his neck, “mark me. Show everyone I'm yours, Hitoshi.”   Hitoshi wanted so badly to make fun of him for once again having more in common with Bakugou, but instead the sensations playing out on his back beneath Shouto’s fingers took priority. Shapes were drawn into his skin with searing heat and quickly retraced with icy finger tips.   Electricity spread under Hitoshi’s skin, shivers running down his spine and making him arch his back from the pleasure. He growled and latched his lips to Shouto’s neck, shifting between sucking, biting, and worrying the spot with his tongue. The boy above him choked down the lewd noises trying to escape his throat, occasionally turning his face to check on Iida.   All at once Shouto was out of his lap, neck bruised and wet, hauling Hitoshi up out of his seat and promptly to the stairs. They hoofed it up the stairs, Hitoshi puffing after the second flight. He had no idea what floor Shouto lived on, he usually came to the Gen Ed. dorms instead of Hitoshi coming here. He needed to stop smoking, this exertion sucked so much more that it should.   They reached the top, just before sweet stair death threatened to take Hitoshi. Shouto quickly unlocked his door, pulling Hitoshi inside.   His room smelled amazing, clean and distinctly Shouto. The decor was so traditionally Japanese, it almost looked liked they had entered a different building entirely. He wondered how extravagant his home must be, if this was the dorm room version of it. Shouto’s soft voice put an end to his gawking.   “Hitoshi, come here.” Arms open, seated on his futon.   He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept on a shikibuton, probably at his grandmother’s as a kid. He settled down onto the soft surface before lifting him into his lap, Shouto’s legs wrapping around his hips immediately. He softly kissed Shouto’s lips  busily unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his pale shoulders. His kisses his nose, his cheeks, his chin, his neck and shoulders, everything he could get his mouth on before coming back to his lips. Shouto shivered under Hitoshi’s ministrations, goosebumps popping up under his touch. He was obviously hypersensitive, whole body becoming an erogenous zone by now. He dragged a thumb over a small, hard nipple, making Shouto shudder and sigh at the touch.   Hitoshi chuckled, "How are you feeling, Sho? Hmm? You seem a bit...” He swiped his thumb back over the bud, “sensitive.”   Whimpering, his hips bucked against Hitoshi.   “You’re so cute, I should stop teasing you,” He opened the button on Shouto’s fly, “Lift.”   He complied and Hitoshi pulled his pants and underwear off, getting awkwardly caught at the ankles, before finally freeing him.   He sat unashamedly naked on Hitoshi’s lap. He ogled his chest and stomach; he was in shape, muscles well defined, but not bulky like Kirishima, instead lithe and supple. His legs and arms slender, but packed with more strong muscle.   Shouto’s erection looked painful between his legs, swollen, heavy and dark, silver cockring still wrapped around the base.   “Have you been wearing this the whole time, Shouto? You fucking masochist.” He ran his fingers through red and white curls and over the metal band, “Does it hurt?”   Shouto pushed his hips up to meet Hitoshi’s hand, needing more contact. “I don’t know. Pain isn’t the right description.”   Hitoshi ground the heel of his hand down against Shouto. “I can help,” he smiled mischievously and rocked his hips up against Shouto’s ass, making the boy on his lap aware of his erection.   Something seemed to snap in Shouto and he was devouring Hitoshi’s mouth seconds later,  only breaking contact to rip off the violet haired boy’s clothing. Hitoshi held onto the other boy by the ass, palms spread wide and squeezing the flesh before curling a finger between his cheeks to tease at his entrance. He was stopped, however, by something hard and cold.   He pulled away from Shouto’s searing mouth. “What's this, you minx?” He growled, wiggling the base of the plug and making Shouto squirm. Liking the effect it had he began tugging it out and pushing it back in, savoring the noises coming out of his lover's mouth.   Shouto was leaking, making Hitoshi’s stomach glossy with precum. “Look how wet you are, baby.” He rubbed the slit with the thumb of his free hand, milking more of the clear liquid and needy noises from Shouto. He rubbed at Shouto’s swollen head and continued teasing at the buttplug, the fiery boy’s head rolling back as moans were ripped from his throat.   “Stop.. I'm gonna.. Stop!” he yelped and Hitoshi immediately complied, pulling his hands away, worry riddling his face. Shouto kissed the concern off his face, “I want to cum on your cock.”   Hitoshi wasn't about to argue and wasted no time pulling the plug gingerly from Shouto before he carefully prodded at his wide opening feeling the muscle wink, trying and failing to clench shut. He slicked his pre covered hand over his erection, Shouto having provided more than enough to lube him up. Holding Shouto’s hips aloft he pushed into him, tilting his face up to kiss him as he lowered him onto his lap, easing inside.   Shouto let out an airy gasp, tightening his hold on Hitoshi’s shoulders, heat and cold blossoming out from the fingertips pressed against his skin. He hissed at the temperature fluctuation making the other pull his hands away.   “No, no, Shouto, keep going.” He purred, encouraging the other to move his hands back to his shoulders. “I like it.”   Gripping harder this time, his hands changed to their respective enhanced temperatures before he began rocking himself on Hitoshi’s cock, grinding against his insides. Their mouths crashed together, fitting together like puzzle pieces, their tongues caressing as they moved and moaned together. Hitoshi wrapped his arms around Shouto’s middle, supporting and embracing him.   Shouto broke their kiss, looking Hitoshi in the eyes, breath hitching when he began bouncing, the muscles in his thighs showing their power. His tight walls clenched around Hitoshi as he moved, drawing out throaty moans.   “Shouto,” he gasped as the boy above him increased his pace, “Shouto, I-... Fuck.”   “Not yet,” Shouto spoke in puffs, “not yet, Hitoshi.”   He shifted his weight, moving his grip behind him to Hitoshi’s legs, arching his back to hit that perfect angle. He cried out, hitting it again and again, cock slapping wetly against the other boy’s stomach.   Then orgasm ripped through him, Hitoshi’s name on his lips, spilling all over Hitoshi’s stomach. His ass clenched down around Hitoshi’s cock and he couldn't hold on any longer, hips bucking up into Shouto, accompanied by hard grunts as he followed him over the edge.   He rubbed Shouto’s back, easing him through his harsh orgasm with kisses and sweet words. They stayed curled in on each other for a long time, arms tangled around the others back, sweat sticking their skin together, breathing one another in.   This wasn't like anytime before, they'd fucked an innumerable amount of times, but this was so different.   He nibbled at Shouto’s ear, “Hey, you still there?”   “Yeah.” it came out rough.   He soothed his hand across his back, “I love you, Todoroki Shouto.” He felt like a sap, having just confessed not so long ago, but it was true.   Shouto pulled back to look at Hitoshi, a rare smile plastered on his face, “I love you, too, Shinsou Hitoshi." He placed a caste kiss to Hitoshi’s lips and nuzzled into his neck.   They separated to clean off one another, making sure to take the ring off of Shouto’s poor dick, before returning to the futon to snuggle together under the comforter. Hitoshi held on tight, not wanting to let him go, ever. He drifted to sleep with an ease that never came when he was alone.   ---   The slightest hint of sunlight through the window was enough to wake Hitoshi, it always was. His sleep was always in low supply and always cut, and it always made him grumpy. Begrudgingly, he opened his eyes, but the sight in front of him made him so happy to be awake and alive. Shouto’s sleeping face was so serene and relaxed, his hair a messy peppermint swirl, lips parted slightly, allowing puffs of sleepy breath to pass.   Hitoshi held his breath, not wanting to disturb Shouto’s reprieve from the demons and stresses plaguing him in the waking world. With a wave of selfishness, he leant forward to steal a kiss from Shouto’s sleeping mouth. The contact caused his partner’s mouth to curve into a soft smile and nuzzled his face into his pillow.   Hitoshi carefully pulled himself out of bed, knowing if he stayed any longer he'd ruin everything. He hit the bathroom for a piss before pulling on his shirt and underwear, and fishing his lighter and cigarette from his pants. He threw them back to the ground and placed the butt between his lips before quietly sliding the door to the balcony open, tiptoeing his way out.   Hairs on his legs stood at the cool morning air against his bare skin. The sunrise was a beautiful splash of pink and gold, though Hitoshi was a bit numb to it after seeing it everyday. Leaning his forearms against the rail of the balcony he dipped his head down to his hands and lit the cigarette in his mouth. He allowed his mind to drift as he stood watching the sun rise and the swirl of smoke leave the balcony.   The stillness was ruined by a flash of white whipping the cigarette from between his lips and another wrapping around his chest.   Aiwaza descended from above until he was eye level with Hitoshi, hanging upside down. He didn't look happy, but he never did.   “This is like the kiss scene in Spiderman,” Hitoshi heckled and pursed his lips, batting his lashes, “I'll be your Mary Jane, sensei.”   Another band snapped across his mouth, though his smile was still visible in the way his eyes scrunched up.   “Don't make this worse than it already is,” He sighed, hefting Hitoshi up under his arms like he was nothing more than a sack of potatoes. “I already have my work cut out for me, making sure you don't get expelled.”   As they dropped down the side of the building the familiar boom of Present Mic’s voice rung out, shattering the serene morning silence and any chance the hero kids had of recovering peacefully from their inevitable hangovers. Chapter End Notes You guys have been so nice to me. Stop it. ;3; End Notes --- Kings Cup Rules: Ace is Waterfall. Everyone starts drinking and can’t stop until the person on their right stops. Two is You. The player picks an opponent to drink Three is Me. The player drinks Four is Floor. Everyone touches the floor, but the last person to touch the floor must drink. Five is Guys. All male players must drink. Six is Chicks. All female players must drink. Seven is Heaven. All players must put their hands in the air and the last person must drink. Eight is Date. The player must pick another player to be their “date.” The date must drink whenever the other player drinks for the rest of the game. Nine is Rhyme. The player must say a word and the other players have ten seconds to say a rhyming word, starting with the person on the player’s left. No repeated words and the first player to fail must drink. Ten is Never Have I Ever. Each player puts up three fingers then players take turns saying things they’ve never done. If someone says something you’ve done you put down a finger. First player(s) with all three fingers down drinks. Jack is Make a rule. The player gets to make a rule that everyone must follow, either until the end of the game or until another player draws another Jack and, if they want, nullifies the previous rule. Queen is Questions. The Player asks a question and everyone must answer or take a drink. King is the King’s Cup. For the first three King cards drawn the player pours a portion of their drink into the center cup. The player who draws the last king must drink the King’s Cup. Drawing the fourth King ends the game, regardless of how many other cards remain. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!