Luck of the Draw

by Tort (OreoCheesecake)

Summary:

He can scarcely believe it as he peers down at his own measly Straight. Which means… He’s dead last.

“Well? Pants off, Bakugo,” Kirishima says with a malevolent grin.

Bakugo feels the heat of three expectant stares on him as his cards drop to the floor. He sits still, suddenly hyper-conscious of the few clothes he’s wearing: a black pair of shirt and pants... That’s it.

Because apparently he chose the worst possible day to not wear any underwear.

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Bakugo, Deku, Kirishima and Todoroki play strip poker. It is NOT Bakugo’s lucky day.

“I told you, there’s no such thing as luck. Only skill, and I’m about to prove it.”

It was bad enough that the three morons got caught in a quirk misfire. But seriously, to be so gullible as to believe the perpetrator’s claim that they would be lucky for the rest of the day? Lame.

Somehow they end up trying to resolve their argument with a game of poker. Because if Bakugo lost, it would prove one thing: that they are right, and that the luck quirk is real. But since Bakugo is Bakugo, he doesn’t plan on losing.

He won’t let any of them back out, either, not even after Kirishima ups the ante right before they begin. Make it strip poker, the redhead suggests. Higher stakes that way.

It’s game one. Bakugo knows he’s got this one in the bag.

Kirishima, beside him, somehow maintains his air of exuberance despite this strange turn of events. But then again, he’s almost always cheerful. Deku sits across, and evidently can’t do a poker face to save his life.

Then there’s Todoroki, certified brickhead, who just admitted outloud that he’s never actually played poker before.

“Don’t say we didn’t warn you, Bakugo,” Kirishima teases. “Looking forward to seeing you in your birthday suit, though."

“Shut up, I’m concentrating,” he snaps back. His plan is full-proof: win a couple of games until he gets one of them naked, for the sole purpose of laughing at them before he fucks off and goes to bed.

Normally he wouldn’t involve himself in such dumb games in the first place, but there’s a crucial point to be made here.

He wins with a Straight, easily. Kirishima loses the round, and moves to kick off one of his crocs.

“Nah, fuck that weak ass shit. Pants first,” Bakugo orders with a savage grin.

Grumbling, Kirishima wiggles out of his shorts, revealing red boxers. With Game two, it’s Todoroki’s turn, and he’s forced to unveil his apparent fondness for Calvin Klein.

Bakugo’s grin is getting progressively wider. He’s hit a winning streak, and Game three is no different.

Deku makes mournful noises as he strips off his god awful cargo shorts, displaying his All Might-striped briefs in gaudy primary colors. Kirishima stifles a laugh into his cards.

“What did I tell you?” Bakugo says, cackling along with the redhead. He’s never gonna let any of them live this down. “Luck quirk, my ass. I’m barely even trying.”

“You can’t blame me for thinking it was real when my family dinner was suddenly canceled right when I was secretly hoping it would be,” Todoroki admits.

Kirishima chimes in with an anecdote of his own: “Yeah, I found a 10,000 yen bill on the sidewalk… Thrice. It can’t have been a coincidence, right?”

“It’s not over yet,” Deku insists. “Everything went right for me today, too. It’s definitely real, Kacchan.”

“I kicked your ass in training today! How the hell does that prove that you're lucky?” Bakugo barks at him. “I punched you right in the face!”

“Yep,” Deku chirps. Bakugo flashes him a weird look. “If you’re really so sure that you’re going to win, then draw. Come on.”

Game four ends with Kirishima presenting a Royal Flush, followed by matching Flushes from Todoroki and Deku. Bakugo can scarcely believe it as he peers down at his own Straight.

Which means… He’s dead last.

“Well? Pants, Bakugo,” Kirishima echoes, with a malevolent grin.

Bakugo feels the heat of three expectant stares on him as his cards drop to the floor. He sits still, suddenly hyper-conscious of the few clothes he’s wearing: a black pair of shirt and pants.

That’s it.

Because apparently he chose the worst possible day to not wear any underwear.

“This isn’t fair,” Bakugo sputters, failing to keep the nervousness out of his voice. “You obviously cheated!”

“C’mon man,” Kirishima says, sliding closer to Bakugo. “Don’t be a sore loser.” The blond edges away from him, but spots Deku and Todoroki getting to their feet.

“What the fuck are you—Get away!” His protests fall on deaf ears as a rock-hard hand closes around his left wrist, and Todoroki’s ice engulfs the right one. They’re on him like a pack of starving animals.

The two knock him on his back while Deku takes charge of stripping him, huge hands pawing at Bakugo’s waist.

“Don’t,” Bakugo growls, though it comes out sounding more like a yelp. The whole scene is disorienting beyond measure.

He’s quickly overtaken by sensations of jagged rock and freezing cold on his upper half, while Deku wrestles his kicking ankles to the floor.

“Kacchan, will you – oof – please stay still?” Deku gasps.

Bakugo can’t see him, due to the two quasi-redheads blocking his view. But he feels every spine-tingling brush of Deku's fingers against his exposed skin.

When Deku’s hands pull at his waistband, Bakugo jolts and tries to twist away. It's the most he can do with his hands pinned down, but naturally the tug-of-war ends as soon as it starts.

A ripping noise pierces the air and Bakugo’s screaming “DEKU!” as the three let go. They step back, having gotten what they wanted.

Deku sheepishly holds up what’s left of Bakugo’s pants, squeaking out an apology.

“Man... Never knew you were the type to go commando."

Kirishima doesn’t bother trying to conceal the mirth in his voice as Bakugo’s cheeks heat up under their all-too interested gazes. This can’t fucking be happening, but it definitely is, as evidenced by the onslaught of cool air against his newly-bared legs.

Sure, the other boys are also in various states of undress, sprawled out in their shirts and boxers, without any hint of embarrassment whatsoever. But he—while he—

God, how is he supposed to sit?! The carpet is already chafing against his ass.

Bakugo scrambles to haul himself upright, lest he give Deku even more of a front-row view. His fingers twitch from the urge of wanting to tug down the hem of his shirt. He can’t sit cross-legged, but he can’t let it show that he’s shy about his frickin' junk. Shit. Shit, shit, shit—

“You can use my jeans to cover up,” Todoroki says. “If you wa--”

“Hell-no-shut-up-half-and-half-just-shut-up,” Bakugo says in one breath, finally settling into a seiza position. He has to put all his weight on his calves and keep his legs pressed together. All in all, it’s the opposite of comfortable.

There’s really no other way to hide his lack of covering below the waist, and sitting weirdly is the closest he can get to looking decent. At least he’s not openly flashing his bits now.

He tugs the hem of the shirt again, hands pressing it to his lap in a futile attempt at modesty.

“I hate you,” he tells Kirishima.

“How were we supposed to know that you weren't wearing anything under there?” Kiri answers, in a strangled voice. He doesn’t sound like himself, and his smile looks oddly forced, like the edges of his mouth are being tugged by invisible string.

“Maybe you should just admit that you’re unlu—”

“Next round!” Bakugo demands, dimly aware that every movement only serves to alert everyone of his near-nudity. The cards are distributed and he holds them low (and is tempted to cover up his crotch with them, but that would be pathetic).

Thankfully, the rest have gone quiet, and are refusing to look up from their own cards. Bakugo’s thighs are rubbing together so tightly it starts to hurt.

Right. He needs to win. With a glimmer of a smirk, Bakugo concludes Round five with a Flush.

“Beat that,” he gloats. By hunching forward, his shirt covers the top of his lap.

“Uh…” Deku says. Todoroki and Kirishima are similarly averting their eyes.

They drop their cards: each one has a Full House.

Bakugo would’ve jumped to his feet in shock, if not for his current state.

“What?” Bakugo screeches. “WHAT?”

“Guess the shirt’s gotta go too, Kacchan.”

"Or," Todoroki pipes up. "Just admit that luck quirks are rea--"

"NO," Bakugo says before he can stop himself. Both hands stay twisted in his shirt in a desperate bid to keep it on.

“You know the rules,” Kirishima says. Despite his look of concern, he’s the same one currently tugging on Bakugo’s sleeve.

“If it makes you uncomfortable,” Deku says, daring to meet his furious gaze. “We can stop.”

“Oh no, you don’t! I ain’t losing to you, nerd!”

And that’s how he ends up getting to his feet and pulling his shirt over his head, before plopping back down on the carpet in all his naked glory.

The humiliation only truly sets in after the fact. The sole consolation in this is that the rest seem just as embarrassed as he does. They’re determined to not look at him directly: Kirishima’s suddenly fixated on his nails, Deku’s pretending to rearrange the cards, and Todoroki is staring off into space (which is actually pretty standard for Todoroki).

“Well? Are we gonna play some more or not?!”

Bakugo reaches forward to distribute the cards himself, blocking out everything else but the game. The more anger he projects, the less embarrassment he’ll feel... Except it isn’t really working, because no one would ever be able to forget about being totally naked around other people.

The room is so cold that goosebumps are forming on his flesh, yet his face is practically burning from mortification. as he hides it behind his cards.

“Ha! Straight Flush.”

And for a moment, his spirits are lifted. That oughta do it, right?

But when nobody else moves, the three choosing to trade awkward looks instead, Bakugo sighs.

“You can’t all have possibly gotten Royal Flushes…?”

He receives three nods in response.

“… But I’ve got no clothes left!”

“We’ve noticed,” Todoroki says, before dodging the Two of Spades flung at his head.

“Then what am I supposed to do?!”

“I dunno, Bakugo,” a new voice pipes up. “What do you usually end up doing whenever you’re naked in a room surrounded by dudes?”

Because the world apparently hates him, Sero, Kaminari and Mineta have just arrived.

“Okay,” Kaminari says, his eyebrows practically at level with his hairstreak. “I’m gonna need a quick summary of whatever the hell’s going on here.”

Kirishima explains: “Bakugo doesn’t believe we got hit by a luck quirk. So we played strip poker to prove him wrong. He lost.”

“I didn’t lose! I won the first three rounds, alright?! You bastards cheated—”

“We’re not cheating, okay?!” Deku explodes, in a rare show of defiance. “In fact, you’re the one who’s distracting us!”

“HOW?”

In lieu of a response, Deku turns bright red. Todoroki answers in his place.

“With… You know,” He says, with an aimless gesture of his hand. “…That.”

“I. Won. Thrice!” Bakugo hisses, but it's much harder to look threatening when you’re the single person in the room without any clothes on. “If you’re supposed to be ‘lucky’ then how did I win? Explain that, huh?”

“Yeah. How does you three also being pantsless work out in your favor?” Kaminari asks.

“Point is,” Kirishima says. “Bakugo just lost again, and he has no more clothes to remove. So we’re not sure how to proceed from here.”

“Aha!” Sero says, snapping his fingers. “I’ve got an easy fix. Mineta, remember that special deck you tried to sell me a month ago, the one almost got us suspended?” Mineta’s eyes go wide in recognition. “Yeah, that. Go get it.”

Minutes later, Sero hands over what appears to be a stack of business cards.

The top one is in plain white, and from the looks of it, suspiciously blank.

“This is perfect for stuff like this,” Sero explains. “Basically, whoever loses draws a card and has to do whatever’s written on the underside of that card.” Grinning, he places the deck on the carpet, in front of Bakugo. “Get one.”

Bakugo does, then notices that their new company is still there, watching him curiously.

“Do you mind?!” Bakugo snaps.

“Ah, not at all,” Sero replies. “We’re gonna stick around for a while. Right, Kaminari?” The other male high-fives him. Unlike Mineta, who dashed off at the first opportunity, the two are apparently here to stay, settling down on a nearby couch.

“This is gonna be good,” Kaminari sing-songs, rubbing his hands together.

Great. More witnesses to… Whatever this is.

At least they’re not being as awkward about it, unlike the rest. Come to think of it, why do Kirishima, Deku and Todoroki look even more nervous now?

Bakugo’s teeth grind together in annoyance as he swipes a card from the very top.

LOSER SITS IN WINNER’S LAP

“No way,” Bakugo growls, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. His knees feel raw from scraping against the carpet, but he’d still take sitting like this over anything like THAT.

As Sero and Kaminari howl with laughter, Kirishima tries to help regain their bearings: “How does that even work? Bakugo can’t sit on all our laps, clearly.”

“Clearly-!” The blond chokes out, nails digging into his legs. “What—Are you seriously—That’s not happening! Fuck off!”

“So much for skill,” Sero whispers all-too-loudly to Kaminari. “If he has to fight the rules every five seconds—”

“Fine then!” Bakugo says, getting up. Kirishima’s, Deku’s and Todoroki’s gazes drop simultaneously. “Screw this. Whose shitty lap am I sitting in?!”

“If two or more players have Royal Flushes, they split the pot. We obviously can’t split Kacchan—”

“Die-!”

“—So… Maybe we do, rock paper, scissors…?”

There are murmurs of agreement (except from Bakugo), who sputters indignantly as his protests go ignored.

“Kirishima, why were you trying to win?!” He demands, noticing the Kiri shaking his head after being bested by Deku.

“Hey, I’m just getting into the spirit of the game here,” Kirishima says, scratching the back of his head.

It’s down to Deku vs Todoroki.

Hit with another wave of discomfiture, Bakugo has no choice but to watch them compete over this fucked up privilege. In a short while, he’s gonna have to move, and perch his bare ass on one of their laps—

“I win,” Todoroki says.

Bakugo fails to suppress his shudder as mismatched eyes bore into his own. The other male adjusts himself, stretching out his legs before patting his own thigh.

“So… Get on my lap, Bakugo.”

Bakugo finds himself staring nervously at Todoroki's crotch, concealed in CK-brand fabric that is about to be the sole layer separating his ass from Todoroki’s dick.

There’s no point in delaying so he just does it, scooting over awkwardly to nestle himself on Todoroki’s lap.

And god he hates that he can now actually say this, but it’s a snug fit. Todoroki’s legs are thicker than his, and surprisingly soft, serving as a nice cushion for his thighs. But they present a new issue, namely that he has to spread his legs to sit down properly.

So he’s gonna end up flashing Kirishima. Okay, then.

“Not a word,” he says, getting a vehement nod back. His thighs part and he plants all his weight down, willing himself to block out any reminder that he's currently massaging Todoroki’s dick and balls with his ass.

Bakugo shoves away all thoughts of wanting to melt into the floor, and draws a new hand for the next round. It’s tricky playing while Todoroki’s literally breathing down his neck, and having to shush Sero and Kaminari’s laughter. But he can do this. He just… Has to act casual.

They move on to Round Seven, and Bakugo promptly loses again.

“K-Kacchan—” Deku snivels, reaching toward him in a faux-sympathetic gesture. Bakugo determinedly shakes his head and says nothing. He shifts in Todoroki’s lap to get an action card. Todoroki makes a weird grunting noise at that, but doesn’t move.

WINNER FEELS LOSER’S TITS

“Ugh. So who won?” He barks, preferring to act as if this is all just a series of minor inconveniences.

“…Me again,” Todoroki whispers behind him.

Bakugo straightens his back, pushing out his front. He’d refused to lean it against Todoroki’s chest, despite being given a verbal invitation to do so earlier. His torso feels funny, a nervous tingling in his chest and arms.

Todoroki doesn't move.

“What are you waiting for? Grab ‘em!”

Todoroki’s hand rises at a torturous pace to cup his boob. The touch is light and unsure, fingertips gently brushing Bakugo’s skin. He almost expects Todoroki to squeeze or something, but he just leaves his hand there. Which isn’t a bad thing… Right?

“Are you just gonna keep it there?” He asks, irritated.

The whole time, Todoroki has been leaning back on his hands, legs outstretched. “Yes,” he says. “But I have to adjust. My back is killing me.”

Bakugo squawks as Todoroki’s other hand presses against his bare hip. The taller male moves to sit on his knees, maneuvering Bakugo with him.

With their new position, Bakugo has no choice but to lean back against Todoroki, ass dipping into the soft patch that is Todoroki’s crotch. His thighs are forced to part wider now, too, knees bracketing Todo’s folded legs.

And Todoroki’s hand is still on his boob.

Fuck. They look like… Well, he doesn’t even have to say so, because Kaminari and Sero gleefully point it out to everyone else in the room. Deku and Kirishima are openly eyeing them, jaws dropped in disbelief.

“Whatever,” Bakugo huffs. The last thing he’s willing to admit is that Todoroki’s hand feels good. Especially when the palm brushes over his nipple, sending lightning shocks all over. “We gonna play, or what?”

Round Eight.

Deku’s win. Bakugo’s loss.

LOSER KISSES WINNER

“Damn it,” Bakugo sighs, tossing the card aside. “Come here already.”

“He just keeps on going!” Kaminari says. “Good God!"

“Kacchan. Are you sure you don’t want to stop?”

“Not until I win!” He ends up bouncing a little, to make his outrage more apparent. This has the unfortunate side effect of causing Todoroki to gasp behind him, hand clutching tighter to his breast. “I refuse to be the only naked guy in the room at the end of this. Now get to it, nerd!”

“But the card says YOU have to kiss ME,” Deku argues.

“Well, I’m not really in the position to get up right now, can I?! So you’ll have to get closer—dammit Half-and-Half, quit squeezing!”

Todoroki mumbles an apology, his grip loosening. But his hand stays resolutely on Bakugo’s tit, as Deku crawls forward to close the distance.

Bakugo wrenches him closer and kisses him. It’s a light peck on the lips – any more and he’d end up dry heaving – and right after, he shoves Deku off.

Deku’s untidy hair looks even wilder now, as he blinks profusely, trying to wrap his head around what just transpired.

Bakugo starts the next round, despite finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the cards in front of him. Namely because the surface against his ass has changed significantly.

Something’s definitely poking him down there.

“That better not be what I think it is,” he snaps.

“Sorry,” Todoroki shrugs. “I can’t help it… You keep moving around… Your ass and boobs are so soft…”

Bakugo fails to register surprise anymore when he loses and has to hold hands with Kirishima. This one, though, he has absolutely no qualms doing. A bit of hand-holding is childsplay especially when he’s still grinding against Todoroki’s hard dick.

“Finally,” Kirishima coughs, as he sidles over.

“What was that?” Bakugo says with narrowed eyes.

“Nothing, nothing…”

With a casual air of indifference, Kirishima grabs Bakugo’s left hand and laces their fingers together. “Not even first base, but hey, I’ll take it. How’s it feel over there, Todoroki?”

“Really nice.”

“Stop it!” Bakugo complains. “Stop getting hard, dammit!”

“I’m trying…”

And apparently the visual has gotten too bizarre, even for Sero. “Welp, I’ve seen enough,” he says, before departing with Kaminari.

The four sit in the floor in silence, circle smaller and more intimate than ever: Bakugo’s hand is clasped in Kirishima’s, while he stays perched on Todoroki’s lap, being fondled. Naked.

Meanwhile, Deku has somehow escaped being tangled in their human chain, which is downright annoying. The nerd is literally whistling and twiddling his thumbs, his cheeks a ruddy red.

“So what now? We’re just supposed to play one-handed from now on? This is bullshit,” Bakugo says.

“Kacchan, you literally demanded to continue.” Deku’s voice drips with exasperation.

“Then let’s fuckin’ go.”

He studies his cards, but it’s almost impossible to read them – the two foreign hands on his body never get any less distracting, no matter how hard he tries to concentrate.

“Bakugo, I can see your cards,” Todoroki says.

“What did you expect?!” He explodes, nearly slapping him out of spite.

Due to his inability to focus, he barely even notices that he’s finally, FINALLY gotten a good hand: Four Of A Kind, a far cry from Deku’s measly Pair.

“I won…? I won!” Bakugo smirks at the male across him. “Take that, nerd! Where’s your so-called luck now?”

Deku takes an action card and reads it silently, his brows furrowing before he lets out a strangled noise.

“What is it?” Kirishima asks.

With shaking hands, Deku raises the card for all of them to see.

LOSER EATS OUT WINNER

Silence.

“…Nope,” Bakugo finally says, shaking his head.

The only thing preventing him from leaving Todoroki’s lap and exiting the room this very moment is his damn pride. So without that option, the most he can do is bitch about how ridiculous this is.

“No, no, no, what the fuck? How is that in any way a punishment?!” Despite his objections, his body, on the other hand, seems to have finished processing the idea. The warmth in his face has spread, dropping down and bubbling in his stomach.

“It’s what the card says,” Deku shrugs.

“I know what the card says! I—” And because Todoroki’s feeling up his boob again, Bakugo’s voice hitches at the worst possible moment. “D-dammit, I won! Why do I still have to have stuff done to me?!”

“Just think of it as you punishing me for losing,” Deku says, but the unbridled glee in his eyes is telling; he obviously doesn’t think eating out Bakugo is, in any way, a ‘punishment’. If anything, he’s grinning like he just won the goddamn lottery. “I’m the loser who has to do this. You don’t have to do anything, ‘cause you won. Okay? Kacchan?”

“Fine,” Bakugo says, through gritted teeth. “How’s it supposed to work, then?”

Because Todoroki seems unwilling to let him go, based on how firmly he’s palming Bakugo’s chest. And Kirishima’s still holding his hand, for some reason. But before Bakugo can work out the logistics of this next challenge, it takes a turn for the worse:

“Woah! What did we miss?”

Jirou’s voice comes from the doorway, followed by a cacophony of gasps and then giggles.

It’s the 1-A girls – Bakugo can’t see them with his back turned, and there’s the added complication of being glued to Todoroki’s crotch.

Still, his discomfiture skyrockets, especially after Kirishima opens his mouth and blabs:

“Ah, nothing too major. Midoriya’s about to tonguefuck Bakugo because he lost in Strip Poker.”

Despite this overly-explicit summary, the girls (for God knows what reason) decide to stay and watch. Deku, though, creepy mindreader that he is, appears to have sensed Bakugo’s misgivings because he goes to get a blanket. Then, Bakugo is instructed to lie down and stretch his legs, his head remaining in Todoroki’s lap.

“Relax,” Deku says, throwing the blanket over Bakugo’s lower half before disappearing under it.

The visual, coupled with the phantom sensation of Deku’s hands gripping his thighs, means Bakugo ends up doing the exact opposite of relaxing. He goes rigid, failing to stifle his panicked cry. Kirishima continues holding his hand, in some bizarre show of moral support.

How strange must this look to the girls, him blanketed from the waist down, Todoroki cradling him, Deku in between his legs?

“Don’t look so worried. Midoriya may surprise us yet,” Kirishima says, with a comforting squeeze.

The lump that is Deku’s head shrinks as he moves lower. Bakugo gasps as his legs are grabbed and, without warning, slung over Deku’s shoulders.

“Dekuuu,” he says, accidentally stretching the vowels. Because of that, it comes out not as a warning, but as something else entirely.

The girls have gone quiet, anticipating verbal confirmation of Deku’s prowess. Bakugo jolts once Deku’s fingers start kneading the spot where his pelvis and thighs meet. They gradually move closer to the juncture in between.

And then a finger is tracing his rim, marking it...

The nerd probably can’t see at all in there, relying solely by feel. Bakugo tries to entertain himself with thoughts of Deku ending up off-target and getting embarrassed, and he nearly laughs, but a tongue swipes at him and all thoughts are promptly replaced by static.

“Ah—!”

Bakugo jerks his head in surprise. Unfortunately it leaves him peering up at Todoroki’s face instead, and he stubbornly turns his head to the side, eyes huge. “What—”

Deku licks there again. Shocks leap up Bakugo’s spine. He arches, indirectly pressing up against Todoroki’s hand. Deku’s tongue probes slowly but solidly, coaxing his hole open. It feels wet down there now, and after a few flicks, Bakugo feels an unexpected second protrusion in his ass.

“Quit it,” he says, knocking his heel against Deku’s back. “N-no fingers, that’s cheating.” The huddled form under the blanket goes still.

Silence. And then: “Sorry, Kacchan,” comes Deku’s muffled voice, a hot breath against his skin. Hands come up to spread his thighs wider under the blanket. Bakugo is tempted to stuff a fist into his mouth to muffle his noises. This was a mistake. Not being able to see what Deku’s doing makes everything ten times worse -- he's hyperaware of every touch, never knowing when to expect them.

With his hands now out of the equation, Deku’s tongue comes back more eager. He flattens it, licking enthusiastically at Bakugo’s rim and trying to cover as much surface area as possible. The incessant stroking at Bakugo’s most vulnerable spots cause his knees to lock up.

At least, if he’s inadvertently crushing Deku’s head between his thighs, then – good. Deku deserves it.

“Nghh!" He's careful to avoid vowels, lest those sounds be misconstrued as pleasure. But he fails at that task as soon as Deku’s tongue darts forward again, solid and stiff.

He’s face-full of Bakugo’s skin, tongue teasing at his hole, before alternating between suckling and licking. And holy hell, was that a kiss?

Bakugo’s gonna kick his ass.

“Oh, fuck!” Bakugo cries out, free hand scrabbling at the carpet. The other one is busy seizing Kirishima’s fingers in a deathgrip, earning a whimper from the redhead.

The only mercy here is that no one can see the beginnings of Bakugo’s arousal. His dick is concealed under the blanket, but it's twitching, stirred to life with every lick. Everyone’s distracted by other things, though, namely his stammered cries spurring Deku on further.

Deku’s breathing is growing more rapid – Bakugo can feel the puffs of air against his skin, as the lump under the blanket bobs forward in a rhythmic fashion. Deku stays mostly silent, but his frenzied slurping is a dead giveaway for what exactly he is doing to Bakugo’s ass.

“Ha—! D-deku, s-low dow-n—”

What’s left of Bakugo’s speech is interspersed with heavy panting. Sweat gathers on his brow from Deku’s tonguefucking having turned relentless, the damn nerd pretending not to hear as he makes quick swipes with his tongue, and then slams his face forward to completely bury said tongue in Bakugo’s hole.

“Ow,” Kirishima mutters, at the life being crushed out of his hand. Bakugo thrashes, head knocking against Todoroki’s thigh.

“Slow down-! I said slow the fuck down!”

His voice has taken on a frantic edge, but it seems to do the trick in getting Deku to acquiesce. The cheeky fucker must have a deathwish. He makes a show of humming while his lips are still fastened around Bakugo’s hole, then his hand emerges out of the blanket and it… Flashes Bakugo a thumbs up.

What the fuck.

“The hell are you just sitting around for, Todoroki?” A shrill voice demands from the other end of the room, making everyone pause.

“Huh?”

Hagakure’s gesturing, but her invisible hands render her movements meaningless.

“Don’t just sit there and do nothing! Play with his boobs! Flick ‘em, pinch ‘em… Do something!”

Too distracted by the brutal tonguefucking, Bakugo he pays little attention to Todoroki’s hands at first. Both are on his breasts now, kneading them according to Hagakure’s advice. After a few practice squeezes, Todoroki ups the ante.

His thumbs brush up and down against Bakugo’s nipples, and the bastard’s smirking down at him, clearly enjoying watching Bakugo squirm. Soon he’s tight and erect, crotch and chest both.

With Deku suckling at his hole, and Todoroki tugging at his boobs, the stimulation is too much. Bakugo’s eyes fly open, the ceiling above spinning.

He’s completely hard, and fuck if the blanket does a poor job of hiding it. His toes are curling, legs locked and pushed higher and higher from Deku going Plus Ultra on his asshole.

The pressure continues to build, edging him closer and closer to his orgasm. No way, he can’t – not in front of everyone--! Not from Deku, he’d never live it down!

“Enough!” Bakugo squeals, digging his ankles into Deku’s back. Deku resurfaces, wiping his mouth and flashing his triumphant smile.

“Deku, that was amazing,” Uraraka says. “You practically made Bakugo melt!”

“BUZZ OFF!” Bakugo yells without a backward glance their spectators.

The girls take it as their cue to leave, especially with the show being over and all. But one of them lags behind.

“Got what you wanted yet?” Mina asks, before exiting with the rest.

“Shh, not yet,” Kirishima answers.

Eh?

Normally Bakugo would’ve dwelled on that suspicious bit of interaction, but right now he can barely move, much less think of anything else other than the sensation of post-anilingus. It’s like he’s been stuffed full of cotton, wrought into softness by Todoroki and Deku. His ass is all slippery and he can still feel Deku’s tongue in there, spreading it open.

And his dick is still hard. Painfully so.

Todoroki suddenly demands his attention by yanking at his nipples.

“Nggh, WHAT?”

“Next round,” Todoroki says, still hovering over Bakugo.

It’s not very conducive, playing cards while lying down (and right after getting rimmed). In fact, the round passes in a blur, and he doesn’t even recall what happened, exactly. All he knows is that he supposedly lost. And that Kirishima is now waving a card in front of his face.

WINNER FINGERS LOSER

“YES,” Kirishima says, complete with fistpump. “I’ve been waiting for this!”

Before Bakugo can figure out what that line meant, the blanket is ripped off of him, exposing his leaking dick, and leaving him bare to the world once more.

“Wait, Kiri—”

The last two syllables come out garbled, because apparently spontaneous fingerfucking can do that to you. Kirishima puts in three straightaway, hitting a spot inside that has Bakugo writhing on his back, mouth dropped open.

While his poor, oversensitive ass suffers another onslaught of pleasure, Todoroki takes the opportunity to grope at his chest again. It’s a perfect mimicry of the scene earlier, only now Bakugo has the perfect view of Kirishima’s manic grin between his legs.

“Thank you, Midoriya,” Kirishima says, twisting his fingers and relishing their slipperiness inside Bakugo. The blond is rocked back and forth on the carpet from the motions of Kirishima’s hand. It’s almost too much, and like earlier, has him fighting the urge to come… Because doing so would be an admission of defeat.

But Bakugo’s weeping dick has not gone unnoticed. “It’s okay, Kacchan,” Deku says, scooting over to Bakugo’s side. He’s already reaching for it, finger swiping at the pre-come trickling out. Bakugo does actually stuff his fist into his mouth this time, a muffled whimper escaping his lips.

“Not everything has to be a competition. We just wanna make you happy.”

Deku's hand wraps around Bakugo’s dick to jerk him off.

He doesn’t stop there. Todoroki’s done gatekeeping Bakugo’s tits, apparently having granted Deku access to at least one of them.

Deku leans down and, once more, puts his sucking talents to good use. Todoroki’s hand absently plays with the other. And with Kirishima repeatedly striking his prostate with otherworldly precision, fingers squelching in and out of Bakugo’s ass, it’s a three-pronged attack.

“No fair…!” Bakugo moans, knowing how immature he must sound. But they’re the ones fighting dirty! So united in their assault that it gradually saps him of all rational thought. The room spins around him, filled with wet noises of three men playing with his body.

“I can’t—” he mumbles, so overcome with dizziness that he never gets to finish his sentence. His dick pulses in Deku’s hold as it shoots out ropes of come.

This seems to please everyone else, though, triggering a “There you go,” from Kirishima and the usual “Amazing,” from Deku (and even a rare smile from Todoroki). They abruptly remove themselves from Bakugo’s body and stuff a new bunch of cards in his hands, urging him to start the next round.

He’s so fucking lost.

What is happening?

All he sees are random blacks and reds on the cards, and as soon as they’re given to him, they’re taken away again.

He won, apparently, with Todoroki as the loser...?

“Finally,” Todoroki mutters, hauling Bakugo onto his lap. The blond is too drained from post-orgasmic bliss to realize that they’re back to a familiar position. For once, though, Todoroki is gripping his waist instead of his boobs, and proceeds to shuffle around behind him.

Bakugo realizes belatedly that Todoroki’s adjusting his briefs to free his length. He’s somewhat relieved that, finally, someone else has their cock out aside from him. But…

“Y-you’re supposed to draw a card,” he murmurs, as Todoroki’s dick nudges at his hole.

“No need,” Todoroki says, swinging a hand out and knocking over the Action Card deck. The cards scatter all over the floor, about half of them overturned. Turns out some of them have his name on them...?

“Huh?”

“I already knew what mine was going to say,” Todoroki whispers into Bakugo’s ear. “LOSER FUCKS WINNER.”

He slams Bakugo down on his cock.

“Fuck you—! At least – ha – warn a guy, you piece of – nnn – shit,” Bakugo gasps. Todoroki’s hold on his waist turns bruising from his efforts to balance Bakugo on his dick.

The impact knocked the breath right out of him, yet Todoroki disregards his efforts at communication. “Nah,” he simply says, and thrusts his hips up while wrenching Bakugo’s down to meet them.

Bakugo’s eyes roll up, and his jaw stretches open in a silent scream.

It seems to be Todoroki’s endgoal to fuck Bakugo until he’s non-verbal. Sad to say, it’s working. In a matter of minutes, Bakugo is only capable of choked off whimpers while being bounced on the same lap where he’s spent most of the night thus far.

As Todoroki’s dick pistons in and out of him, Bakugo struggles to recall how it got to this point, and comes up blank. All he’d wanted was to prove that luck was bullshit, and somehow ended up with Deku’s tongue, Kirishima’s fingers and Todoroki’s dick monopolizing his ass.

And if the energy Todoroki’s showing (spearing Bakugo on his cock as if he were nothing but a sexdoll) is any indication, then the night is far from over.

“Hey Midoriya," Todoroki says loudly, drowning out Bakugo’s rhythmic moaning. "Pick a card and tell me: where should I come?"

Deku plucks one at random from the scattered pile, and shows it to them.

TODOROKI COMES ALL OVER BAKUGO’S ASS

“Knew it,” Todoroki breathes, at the same time Bakugo squeaks out a barely audible “Wha-?”

With a quick readjustment of hands, Todoroki moves from crushing Bakugo on his lap to shoving the blond down on all fours. Abruptly forced to assume Doggie, Bakugo lets out an embarrassing whine at the sudden emptiness in his hole.

He juts out his ass without shame, trying to goad Todoroki into sliding back in, but the man behind him simply fastens his hands on Bakugo’s waist again, restricting movement.

“Stay still,” he orders for extra measure, heavy cock perched on Bakugo’s backside.

Something about the way he says it – an uncharacteristic growl that is a far cry from his usual monotone – has Bakugo shuddering from head to toe. He freezes in place obediently, as Todoroki slots himself along the cleft of Bakugo’s ass, but not inside.

“Fuckin’ tease,” Bakugo chokes out, furious.

“You're one to talk,” Todoroki responds in kind.

He finishes then, all over Bakugo’s ass and lower back. His dick empties in one burst, leaves threads of come, warm and voluminous, splashing all over the blond.

Bakugo lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree, whole body blushing crimson (and complete with a fresh decoration of white tinsel). It’s a dizzying feeling, being so sticky and sore and warm everywhere, to the point that he can barely move.

Naturally, the rest take advantage of Bakugo’s newfound state. They’ve played another round and he’s not sure if he even participated or not… But he must have, for Kirishima is now dragging him forward on the carpet.

Bakugo goes, led along like a dog on all fours.

“Who won…?” He asks feebly, still reeling from having been ass-fucked like no tomorrow.

“Both of us,” Kirishima says, gesturing at himself and Deku.

“Then… A tie-breaker…?”

“Forget that,” Kirishima says, beaming. “We’ve decided to split the pot!”

“’We?!’” Bakugo squeaks.

Kirishima’s way of elaboration is to stick his cock straight into Bakugo’s unsuspecting ass. In one smooth motion, Bakugo is mercilessly filled again.

“Oh—“ he cries out, senses going into overdrive.

Kirishima goes full speed ahead and develops a punishing pace from behind. Despite Bakugo’s efforts to dig his nails into the carpet, he’s unable to secure his hold. It's impossible to achieve while he’s being slammed forward relentlessly, since the redhead has a way of ensuring that he’s balls deep with every thrust.

The stimulation soon becomes too much for poor Bakugo’s prostate, and with a whimper, his arms give out. But rather than slow down, Kirishima presses a hand on the blond’s back, keeping his torso pinned to the floor. This leaves Bakugo’s lower half elevated, his come-stained ass on display.

“You’re warmer than I thought you’d be,” Kirishima says cheerily, and it’s probably the most baffling compliment Bakugo’s gotten yet. “Totally worth the wait, though.”

“Mooore,” Bakugo gurgles, a dark stain gathering on the rug from his drool. Todoroki’s come has trickled down to dry on his thighs, but the cakiness isn't nearly enough to distract from his best friend’s dick pummeling his ass. He just wants Kirishima to go in deeper. And deeper…!

“Get in there!” He wails, pushing up his ass.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Now we’re talkin’.” Straightening his back, Kirishima’s form overshadows Bakugo’s body completely, blocking the ceiling light from view. It’s a blessing in disguise, concealing Bakugo’s crying and slobbering (at least somewhat).

The bursts of pleasure in his ass are well worth ache in his spine, stemming from maintaining his odd position. Despite his discomfort, Bakugo stays obediently in the crouch Kirishima forced him to assume, cheek pressed to the floor.

The redhead proceeds to rail him until he’s yelping with every thrust, tears pooling beneath his cheek. Kirishima’s boundless enthusiasm turns out to be a godsend. Bakugo is secretly thankful for his dick matching the efficiency of his fingers at getting him off.

“Louder for those in the back, baby,” the redhead calls out. Bakugo briefly wonders who he’s referring to and spots, out of the corner of his eye, new onlookers. The quiet ones, Shouji, Kouda and Tokoyami are… Shit, how long have they been standing there?

“The choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation,” Tokoyami murmurs sagely.

Bakugo would hardly describe any of this as ‘moderate’, but he’s too deep in his pleasure to argue. Who cares anymore? Let Kirishima fuck his semen-coated body into the floor for everyone to see!

As if echoing his thoughts, Kirishima doesn’t bother with any more cards. He flips Bakugo over and straddles his waist, angling his dick so he can ejaculate directly on Bakugo’s swollen tits. The blond lays there, mind pleasantly numb from the warmth spilling onto his pecs.

By the time Kirishima finishes, Bakugo’s soaked in come, back to front.

With no time to waste, Deku’s appears above him, stroking his face.

“Better go now, before I run out of space,” the nerd says with a mysterious smile.

Having noticed the beginnings of rugburn on Bakugo’s body, Deku’s nice enough to retrieve the blanket again. Bakugo lets out a sigh of relief as he’s lowered, back first, onto it. Nevermind that the action causes Kirishima’s come to trail down to his neck and gather at his throat.

He has a brief urge to scrape it off, but is given his overdue respite by Deku finally sinking into him.

Deku takes his time, filling Bakugo’s ass inch by inch. That seems to be his modus, starting off slow before progressively increasing his speed and intensity.

“Mm,” Deku sighs, as if he’s enjoying a refreshment. He’s calm and assured in his fucking, tenderly gripping Bakugo’s wrists and murmuring words of encouragement as the blond sobs from the torturous pace.

He wants it hard, dammit! He wants the last of his resolve fucked out of him!

“Hurry,” Bakugo urges, wrapping his legs around Deku’s waist. “Deku! Come on--!” He’s outright whining and he knows it, but he's past the point of giving a fuck.

“You win,” Deku admits out of nowhere, in the middle of rocking forward. The drag of his cock is overwhelming. Bakugo clutches tighter with his legs and whimpers pleas at Deku to go faster. “You totally bested us, Kacchan.”

“Did I?” Bakugo mumbles. And Deku answers by sinking in deep, until their hips are flushed together.

They both go still, momentarily stunned by the depths Deku’s cock managed to reach.

“Yeah,” Deku says, stroking Bakugo’s hair. Still in that serene tone even as his dick threatens to snap Bakugo in two. “Look at you. Covered in prizes. Can I give you mine now?”

Bakugo nods, faintly aware of what his agreement entails. He closes his eyes, just in time for Deku to slip out of him and straddle his chest. With a low groan, Deku proceeds to decorate his face with torrents of milky fluid.

The last thing Bakugo hears is “Today was a great day… Wasn’t it?” He’s not sure who said it, though. Maybe Deku. Maybe Kirishima. Maybe Todoroki.

Not that it matters.

And with that, being awash with their combined release ends up lulling Bakugo to a deep sleep.

He wakes up later to someone clearing their throat.

Bakugo rolls over, unable to do anything else due to the soreness of his muscles. In his new position, he has a direct view of the doorway… Where Iida, Aoyama, Sato and Ojiro are standing.

The blond’s first impulse is to reflexively snap his legs shut. It feels unnatural, pressing them together again after they were kept spread for hours. But he’s just been discovered naked, after three guys took turns bathing him in jizz. His skin is still glistening with evidence.

And for some reason, there are a lot of playing cards stuck to various parts of his body, some in awkward places, with the rest littered all over the floor.

It’s a good thing that he’s still too out of it to feel properly ashamed.

Should he feel ashamed, though?

His last memory was of his three fuckers telling him, repeatedly: “You won, you won, you won…” They were practically chanting it, as they fed him their dicks and rewarded him for his skill by packing him full of come.

“Winner cleans up!” They told Bakugo when they were done, in the middle of redressing themselves. Bakugo remained sprawled on the floor. They departed after that, and Bakugo was left lying there, sticky and used, as a monument to their debauchery.

He still can’t muster any energy to get up.

So he continues laying still, wracked with shivers from being unclothed for hours. He wonders if this counts as nudity, since he’s no longer stark naked (technically), having been covered head to toe in their rewards. He has a pile of playing cards as his bed.

Iida’s scolding him for making a mess but Bakugo can’t distinguish the words, his classmates’s scandalized voice overpowered by the pounding in his ears.

It’s only when Sato speaks that Bakugo is able to hear again, crystal-clear, down to Sato’s incredulous tone:

“Woah! I know the other three were hit by a luck quirk, but it looks like Bakugo’s the one who got lu—”

 

 

 

THE END

 

 

Notes:

Started out as a Twitter thread here.
And my good friend, the amazing LineArt, drew art of it HERE.

This fic is the result of me finding a random playing card on the street. Was there really a luck quirk? Or did Deku, Todo and Kiri cheat? ...Who knows?