Kaminari Loves Bakugou (And Kirishima) But Sometimes…They Fight

by Jazzynator93

Summary:

Checking in on our guys four years after graduation. They’re all pro heroes, and they’re human. Some fighting happens. Some make up sex happens. Some media disasters. Lost of smut.

Notes:

Soooo I know I said I was done with this series, but I lied apparently. I had some new ideas. This will be more like random snap shots into their lives rather than a continuous story line.

Also in progress so please be patient with me as I update when I can!

Chapter 1: To Bed!

Summary:

Checking in with our guys four years later! There’s a fight, then some making up.

And smut.

Chapter 1 now complete!

Kaminari and Bakugou had both had a horrible week. Between both having night shifts, press meetings, and social obligations, they were both tired and strung out. So Kaminari should have seen the fight coming. He didn’t even remember how it started. He might have said something snippy that set Bakugou off or the other way around, but either way one minute they were lounging on the couch, Kaminari with his head in Bakugou’s lap while he idly played with his hair, and now they were both screaming at each other across the room while Kirishima stood in the middle looking tired and stressed.

“Fuck you dude! Sorry I can’t be fucking perfect like you!” He yelled.

“Oh fuck off with that, I never said I was fucking perfect either! But you fuck around too much! Take your job more seriously and you’d get hurt less!” Bakugou snapped back.

This all felt familiar, like they’d hand this fight before. They probably had.

“I DO take my job seriously!” He yelled swiping his hand through the air. “God forbid someone cracks a JOKE every now and then!”

“Not when that joke makes you move out of the way too slow and you get hit with a fucking telephone pole!” He snapped again. “You’re lucky Chrome Dome had been on scene already or you’d be in the HOSPITAL right now!”

He clenched his teeth, making his head throb. “I had it under control!”

“Bull shit!”

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not an ODIOT!”

“Hey Denks no one is saying that.” Kirishima finally found an opening to interject. “I think Kats is just trying to say not to take unnecessary risks for the sake of a joke. We just care about you baby.”

Fury rush up his spine. “Oh okay sure take his fucking side AGAIN!” He turned on the red head who’d started letting his black roots show a little more after he’d told him it looked cool.

Kirishima’s face turned from placating to down right offended.

“The hell does THAT mean?” He asked, voice rising.

He angrily motioned to the both of them “Just that old habits die hard huh? I know I came into this relationship late, but do you two ALWAYS have to fucking gang up on me?”

He knew he was off base but he was mad and a little bit jealous because Kirishima /was/ normally on Bakugou’s side, the fact that it was normally because he was generally more rational wasn’t cutting through his anger.

Kirishima’s face fell.

“Oh fuck you! Don’t pull out that old argument! We both fucking care about you!” Bakugou jabbed his finger in his direction.

“Denki you don’t really think that do you?” Kirishima said after sending a silencing look at the other explosive blonde. “We’re in this together, equally. He may be taking the wrong approach, but he’s right, we love you.”

He exhaled forcefully out of his nose, anger so potent he could see his quirk flash across his vision. Little bolts of electricity dancing around his eyelashes.

“I don’t know what I think right now.” he said turning to the front door of their shared apartment, grabbing his keys and phone from the little table by the entry way. “I need to get some air.” He said shoving his feet into some flip flops, he realized too late they weren’t even his. Damn he and Bakugou wearing the same size was annoying sometimes.

By the time he realized it he was already pushing the door open.

“Denki wait don’t leave!” Kirishima called after him.

“Let him go Eijiro. Give him time to cool off.” He heard Bakugou say gruffly as the door swung shut behind him.

/Uhg fuck him. He’s only saying that cause he thinks he’s right and I’ll realize it soon./

By the time he’d turned the corner to a near by shopping district, his anger had drained out of him and he just felt TIRED, down to his bones. It was only about six at night and the streets were still bustling with life.

He stopped in front of a store front with big shiny windows and looked up at a huge billboard with Bakugou’s infuriatingly handsome face on it. He looked like a damn super model. Eyes subtly lined in black, hair pushed back off his forehead with his mask. He’d let his hair grow out more since they graduated, it was still shorter than he and Kiri’s but it was annoyingly sexy all shaggy like that. His usual black plugs had been traded out for ones with his little signature orange X on them. There was an image of his signature scent from a cologne brand that Jeanist had set him up with. The lid of the bottle was a little grenade. He snorted at the tagline.

‘A scent so explosive, no one can resist it.’

It was a nice scent but that was a bit much. He’d know, he was currently wearing it.

Not every hero had their own scent, but after Bakugou debuted as a full fledged hero instead of a sidekick just six months after graduation, his popularity had skyrocketed. He’d become the youngest hero to break the top five since hawks, coming in at number four at nineteen shortly before Deku surpassed him a few months later. Now at twenty one he was sitting at the number two spot just below Deku, which obviously infuriated him to no end.

Looking in the shiny glass window he took in his own reflection. Bakugou had left a little braid in his hair right in front of his ear behind his little black lightning bolt. He’d let his blonde locks grow out too, it fell loosely above his collarbone now. He looked like a slob in the black flip flops that Bakugou only used to go grab the mail or a quick trip to the corner store, a rumpled Red Riot t shirt and yellow shorts that came to his mid thigh. He’d filled out a lot since graduation, thanks to the carefully crafter workout routine that Bakugou made for him, and he’d grown an inch or two. But next to his two gorgeous bodyfriends he looked downright plain.

He sighed and walked a few more blocks, eyes finding the poster of Kirishima and Mina advertising some his and her body washes. Their poster was more simple, both just in their hero costumes, holding the bottles that matched. Kirishima flexing his impressive bicep and grinning ear to ear. God the things that smile did to him.

Despite him being very open about his relationship with him and Bakugou, ad agencies loved to run advertisements pairing Mina with him. Kaminari had to mute the ship name “KiriMina” on all social media because so many fans were in favor of them together that his feed had become inundated with it. His gut twisted.

Kirishima wasn’t doing too shabby in the hero rankings either. He’d stepped out of a sidekick position to hero a humble year after graduation, and had since ranked in the high twenties and just last month reached the number ten slot.

While Kaminari took a year and a half to be promoted to hero, something he’d told himself he was fine with. After all he’d started out just wanting to be a sidekick anyways. He crawled up the rankings and was sitting at number twenty five, where he’d been the last two years. But hey at least he hadn’t been knocked down yet.

He wasn’t a hero for the glory. He just wanted to do his job and save people. He just didn’t do it as well as his boyfriends.

He sighed, pulling out his phone and dialing a familiar number.

Sero picked up on the third ring.

“He buddy what’s up!” He answered, chipper voice lifting his spirits a little.

“Hey bro, are you busy?” He asked trying not to sound as gloomy as he felt.

“Nope!” He said popping the ‘p’ “Just heading home from work. Roki is outta town until tomorrow so I’ve got no plans.”

“You wanna grab a drink?” He asked hopefully.

“Sure buddy. You okay? Sounds like you’ve got something on your mind.” He said perceptive as ever.

“Yeah I’m good. Just got into it with Kats and I need you to tell me if I’m being an insecure baby or not.” He said heading to a bar down the street they frequented.

“Can do! The usual place?”

“Yeah see you soon.”

⚡️🪨💥

“You’re being an insecure baby.” Sero said point blank over the rim of his beer bottle after he’d filled him in on the fight. His black hair hung limply a little past his shoulders and he wore a simple white T-shirt and jeans.

“Fuck.” Kaminari said sliding his arms across the bar top, resting his chin on the polished wood.

“Sorry dude.” He said shrugging. “But if you’re still feeling insecure about them having been together before you joined in, you gotta talk like an adult about those feelings. Not throw them in when you’re already mid argument. Besides it sounds like Bakugou just got upset seeing you almost get hurt, as would you if it was the other way around.” He said taking a break to sip his beer again.

He sighed, sitting up and taking his own sip. “Well when you put it like that…” he said studying the bar top.

“Should he have yelled about it? No. But this is Bakugou we’re talking about. His love language is cussing you out then cooking you dinner. I’d say go back and apologize but maybe suggest not barking it at you next time.” He said simply.

He downed the rest of his beer, enjoying the fuzzy buzz it gave him. Now he just had to go home.

“You’re right.” He said reaching for his back pocket. “I should get-“ he cut himself off when he patted his pocket only to remember he’d left his wallet at home. “Shit.”

“What?” Sero asked concerned.

He turned to him already clapping his hands together in apology. “I left my wallet. I’ll get you next time! I’m sorry!”

Sero sighed. “Yeah, yeah I’ve got it.” He said reaching for his wallet. A glint of silver caught his eye and he snatched his friend’s hand and took a closer look.

“Dude.” He said as he took in the shiny silver band on his ring finger. “Is this what I think it is??” He asked voice pitching higher in excitement.

“Oh uh,” sero scratched his nose shyly, “yeah I was waiting to tell you in person but we’ve both been so busy lately. Sho asked me to marry him.”

He SQUEALED, ignoring the dirty look he got from the dreary looking businessman down the bar, because holy shit his best friend is getting MARRIED!

“Congrats dude!” He said squeezing him in a bear hug. His heart was SOARING with excitement. “I’m so happy for you! Now I feel doubly shitty for not treating you! We need to plan a proper congratulatory drink! Or hell a whole meal!”

He excitedly rambled for a while asking if they’d picked a date yet. They hadn’t. Where are they getting married? No idea yet, and the like. Sero settled their tab and they said their goodbyes.

When he walked in the front door the apartment was quiet, all the lights were off aside from the one above the dining table, where Bakugou was sitting with a steaming cup of tea in front of him. He looked up when he walked in.

“Hey.” He said plainly, eyes looking tired.

“Hey.” He said walking over to the table, gut twisting with regret and guilt.

“I made tea.” He said gesturing to the Almight tea pot and the extra cup placed at his usual seat. “It’s chamomile.”

He sat, smiling weakly at the cup. He’d gotten him the set for Christmas last year second hand. They didn’t make it anymore so when he saw it he knew Bakugou would love it. The guys charged him a fortune but he didn’t care.

He silently poured himself a cup, holding the sides with both hands, letting the warmth sink in.

“Ei head to bed already?” He asked making a point to glance around.

“Yeah.” Bakugou said leaning back in his chair across from him. “He tried waiting up but he was dead on his feet.”

“Forgot he was up at like four today.” He said, guilt clenching his gut for starting shit (cause yeah he’d started it) when he’d had such a long day.

Bakugou made a grunting noise in response, picking up his tea cup and taking another sip.

He sighed.

“I’m sorry.” He said watching the tea in his cup ripple from the movement of his hands. “It’s been a long week for all of us. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Or said the things I did.”

There was a pause, and a clink of ceramic being set on the worn wood table.

“I shouldn’t have yelled either.” He said softly. “But Ei was right, we just care about you. And if we’re doing something to make you feel like you’re not equal in all this…” he trailed off.

Kaminari looked up, guilt stabbing at his chest again when he met his gaze. He looked worried, and maybe a little sad.

He lurched forward in his seat, grabbing his hand on the table.

“No! You guys aren’t- I mean I don’t-” He took a breath trying to organize his thoughts. “That’s got nothing to do with you guys and everything to do with my own insecurities.” He admitted looking at their tangled fingers, giving them a squeeze. “You guys are so great, and I’m just me ya know?”

The last bit came out as a quiet admission.

Bakugou squeezed his hand.

“Hey.” He said, waiting patiently for him to look up at him again. When he did, the passion behind his carmine eyes sent heat down his spine. “When are you gonna see how great you are?”

His face warmed from the praise, chuckle forcing its way out of his lungs. He shrugged. “I dunno, but when you’re looking at me like that it’s kinda hard not to believe it.” He said grinning slyly.

“Yeah?” Bakugou said leaning forward, propping his elbows on the table. He felt his bare foot slide up the inside of his ankle, electricity zipped up his leg right to his crotch.

His chair hit the floor with the force of him standing. Bakugou was already up as they reached for each other across the table. Their teeth clacked together as their open mouths met, both groaning at the force of the impact.

Kaminari reached up to grab at the back of his head, gripping the blonde spikes a little roughly. Bakugou pulled back long enough to round the table and wedge himself between his hips and the table.

When their lips reconnected he nipped at Bakugou’s plush bottom lip, sliding both hands into his hair this time.

The other blonde let out a WHINE.

Oh.

It’s one of those nights then.

He practically growled into Bakugou’s mouth, leaning down to grab at the back of his thighs and /lifted/ the other blonde up and set him on the table so he could crowd in between his thighs. Times like this made him thankful that he was stronger now. He still couldn’t lift Kirishima, but you’d have to be built like a fucking brick house to pick him up.

Bakugou immediately wrapped his arms around his shoulders and slid his hand up to tangle in his hair. The normally explosive blonde whined again as he gripped his thighs and pressed their growing erections together.

Bakugou pulled back from the kiss. “‘M gonna break the table.” He grumbled.

Kaminari pressed a kiss to his neck and chuckled. “Sweetheart I came home to you fucking Ei on this table last week.” He bit down and sucked the thin skin into his mouth, heat rolling through him at the breathy little noise he made in response. “I think it can handle just you.”

“Denki.” He said with a needy roll of his hips against him.

“Mmm need me to take care of you tonight sweetheart?” He whispered hotly in his ear.

Bakugou nodded.

Kaminari decided a change of scenery was in order.

Grabbing Bakugou by the backs of the thighs again, he lifted him and turned to move the short distance to the couch, strong thighs wrapping about his waist immediately.

As gently as he could, he laid him out on the couch, pressing their lips together again, groaning into it when scarred fingers immediately tangled into his hair again.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said pulling back and laying soft kisses along his sharp jaw as he spoke. “If I’d have know you were feeling like this, I’d have never yelled at you.” He nipped at his collarbone meanly. “I’d have just bent you over the couch and fucked you instead.”

Heat flushed up his body again at the whine his words earned him.

It had taken Bakugou several months into their relationship to finally show him this side of himself.

Kaminari had come home from a few day mission in another city to Kirishima cradling him in their shared bed. At first he was worried that he was hurt, dropping his bag he’d rushed over. The needy noise the blonde let out while reaching out to him sent him to his knees, slamming down hard onto the mattress he’d CRAWLED to him. Ready to do whatever he wanted. Then Kirishima explained as Bakugou crawled into his lap, wrapping his arms around him like he was trying to crawl into his skin.

“He gets like this every now and then. Normally when he’s really stressed or something’s been bothering him.” Kirishima explained.

“Want you.” He’d said tugging at his clothes like they’d offended him.

“You heard him Denki.” Kirishima said, moving closer and pressing a kiss to the side of Bakugou’s head. “Wouldn’t wanna make him cry would you?”

Bakugou let out a whimper at that. He’d never gotten naked faster in his life.

Back in the present he sat up to yank his shirt off and over his head, and pulled Bakugou’s knit lounge shorts off, slinging them to the side. Leaning back down he devoured his lips again, nipping roughly at them, savoring every needy little noise.

Kaminari trailed kisses down his neck while pushing Bakugou’s T-shirt up to his arm pits, immediately laying open mouthed kisses on his full pecks, dick twitching his his shorts when he arched up into the touch. He grinned at a mark clearly left by Kirishima, red shark teeth imprints perfectly circling one of his pretty pink nipples, slightest bit of bruising surrounding it.

“Mmm how sweet of Ei to leave me a little love note.” He said, then traced the shallow indents with his tongue, before sucking the already abused nipple into his mouth.

Bakugou keened arching off the couch. Without looking, Kaminari reached over to the coffee table and pulled open the thin little drawer on the side and pulled out the little bottle of lube Kirishima had stashed there after one two many times of one of them reluctantly having to rush to the bedroom to grab some when they’d get into it on the couch.

Releasing his chest he sat up enough to pour some of the thick substance out to coat a few of his fingers, diving back in to give the other nipple the same treatment once his fingers were sufficiently coated.

He lifted one of Bakugou’s legs, placing it over his shoulder, spreading him opene so he cold rub at his hole. While he was expecting a little resistance. A thrill skittered up his spine when there was hardly any, finger sliding in easily, he twisted it around, feeling his already slick walls. He groaned, sinking his teethe into the firm muscle a little harder than before. He pulled back, letting his extra saliva drip from his tongue before grinning up at the other blonde.

“Seems like you and Ei got up to something while I was gone.” He said already pressing a second finger in. “You sure you even need me after he split you open on that monster of his?” He asked knowing damn well he did.

Bakugou whined again, thrusting back on his fingers.

“Yes, need it. Need you too.” He said voice pitching much higher than was usual for his normally gravely bass.

“Mm.” He hummed, leaning up to press his teeth against his inner thigh. “Our little slut. Mr number two hero, can’t be satisfied without having two cocks in him in one day.”

His only reply was to whine again, thrusting himself onto his fingers faster.

“Ssshhhh.” He hushed him, removing the digits and tugging the waist band of his shorts down just enough to pull out his already weeping dick. “I’ve got you sweetheart don’t worry.” He soothed.

He slid in easily, so much lube and cum still coating his entrance he didn’t even need to slick himself up. He moaned, unashamed, head thrown back savoring the slick warmth.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He leaned forward, gripping Bakugou’s leg.

He slammed his hips forward, angling up, knowing he would slam right against his prostate.

Bakugou’s back bowed off the couch, chest heaving, mouth open in a silent moan.

“So sensitive like this.” He said, sliding his palm along his abs, pointedly not touching his angry red erection. He gripped his hip pulling out slowly, then slamming home again.

Somewhere around the tenth thrust at that pace, Bakugou’s voice returned. A string of breathy moans filled the room, he picked up speed, spurred on by the sweet little noises.

He pressed forward, bending him practically in half with the leg still on his shoulder, and pressed their lips together again. Strong arms slipped around his shoulders, blunt nails dragging stingingly across one of his shoulder blades. Goosebumps broke across his skin in their wake.

With a particularly rough thrust, Bakugou groaned against his lips, muscles tightening around him as he felt his cum spill between them. The warm fluid spread against the shirt he was still wearing.

He unfolded himself long enough to toss his shirt aside, letting his leg slip off his shoulder. He dove back in, gripping the firm globes of his ass in each hand, pressing him up into his thrusts. He pressed his face into the other man’s neck, breathing hotly against the sweat damp skin there. He didn’t let up after his orgasm, knowing he wanted him to keep going. His thrusts transitioned into a lazy grind against his prostate, no longer even worried about chasing his own orgasm.

Bakugou’s pleasure consumed him.

He occasionally scrapped his teeth against the side of his neck, as some point he left a dark spot on his sharp collarbone.

Heavy breaths turned into deep moans, his hips twitched against him, grinding his softening dick against his abs, vulgarly sliding through his own cum.

He shifted to wisper hotly into his ear. “You cumming dry for me sweetheart?” Sudden memory of Bakugou crooning almost the exact same thing into his ear years ago tickled the back of his brain.

The answering moan along with the vice grip around his length had him crashing through his orgasm before he could even sense it approaching.

Kaminari let his weight fully press on top of Bakugou, the overwhelming need to close his eyes taking over. He snuggled into the cum drunk man below him, inhaling the salty musk of his arousal.

He’s fairly certain he essentially passed out, stress of his week and the fight earlier crashing over him.

When he blinked back to awareness, Bakugou was tracing his fingertips up and down his spine.

His face was still pressed against his throat, sticky with a thin layer of sweat. Peeling his head up he looked over his boyfriends’ face. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen him so relaxed, face slack with none of the usual tension holding anywhere, lips turned up in a slight natural smile.

Happiness flutters in his chest at being able to help him feel so relaxed and happy.

“Hey.” He said lamely.

Carmine eyes slowly slid to his face.

“Hey.” He answered, happy little smirk splitting his face.

He pressed a kiss against his lips, contently sighing against him as a warm hand clamped against the back of his neck.

They pulled away a sleepily.

“Thanks for that” Bakugou said contently.

He huffed a disbelieving laugh. “Oh honey you never have to thank me for that.

“Kay.” He said a little loopily.

Kaminari sighed. “Hokay up we go! To bed!”

After some clean up, they crashed face first into bed on either side of Kirishima, who somehow managed to sleepily snuggle both of them under him.

Chapter 2: Uh Oh

Summary:

Everyone thought Bakugou was going to be the problem when media people got too into their personal lives. But no, Kirishima is the one to watch out for.

Out of the three of them, Kaminari always thought Bakugou would be the one that’s a disaster with the press, with his bad temper and his quickness to cuss someone out. Or he thought he’d be caught doing something idiotic on someone’s phone and it would go viral again.

Turns out Kirishima was the one to worry about.

On more than one occasion he’d planted himself as a wall in front of them for being invasive both to other hero’s and victims of disasters, the vein in his forehead bulging in anger. There had been one photographer he’d knocked out cold when he’d tried taking a photo of Uravity after the front of her costume had gotten ripped open down the middle. Instead if apologizing when he came too in the ambulance, he’d lit into him. Cussing him out up and down about being slimy and disgraceful trying to take a photo of a strong woman in a vulnerable situation after she’d just saved easily hundreds of people.

“Not manly at all!” He’d growled in the guys face before Fatgum finally pulled him away.

He’d gotten into a little bit of trouble for that one because the photographer threatened to sue for breaking his nose. He’d begrudgingly taken the disciplinary counseling from the agency.

“I’d do it again.” He huffed to them the evening after as he plopped onto their couch.

“We know you would big guy.” Kaminari had soothed with a kiss on his cheek.

Bakugou and Kaminari teamed up to show him how glad they were to have such a virtuous partner that night, letting him take full control and do whatever he wanted to them. Which ended up being tying them both to the headboard and taking turns fucking them. He’d make one of them cum, then move to the other, and repeated the process until they’d lost track of how many times they’d cum.

The most recent incident happened on crisp a day in October. They were on scene at a science lab that had been overrun by a big gang that was trying to steal some research. It was a rare occasion for them to all be in a situation together, but Kaminari felt a little extra thrill getting to all be in action together.

He’d skidded around a corner down a long hallway with big heavy double doors at the end A big burly guy stood guard in front of the doors, arms crossed. The guy wasn’t quite a big as Kirishima but was about as broad. Squaring his shoulders he strutted down the hall, smirk twitching at the corner of his lips.

The guy looked a little confused and suddenly laughed cruelly.

“Something funny buddy?” He asked coming to a stop a few feet away.

“Here I expected Riot to turn the corner but instead I get the fucking small fry.” He said unfolding his arms, not even preparing for a fight.

He felt a thrill in his gut.

You see he’d been working on a new technique for hand to hand fights, and he’d been training with a boxing coach.

He shook out his hands, summoning electricity to his knuckles, and held up his fists, sinking into a fighting stance. Little bolts of electricity buzzed across the peaks and valleys of his knuckles.

The guy laughed again but he cut him off with a quick jab to the gut. Using this technique his fists were essentially built in stun guns. Before the guy could catch his breath, he followed up with another punch to his jaw, sending him sprawling back through the double doors.

The passed out guard acted as a door stop, leaving the doors wide open for him to see one slimy looking villain who was hunched over a computer, hands frozen in mid air over the keyboard.

“What the fuck!” He yelled.

“Hey.” He said stepping over the passed out goon. “So that’s not your research to take. Maybe be a scientist and figure it out yourself or something.”

He shot the guy a finger gun and subtly sent out a jolt of electricity, shorting out the computer, making the villain yelp and jump back in surprise.

“Mother fu-“ just then Bakugou burst through a single door on the other side of the room, popping off small explosions on his hand.

“If I were you I’d surrender.” The explosive blonde growled menacingly.

Kaminari turned when he heard heavy footsteps behind him, seeing Kirishima jogging down the hallway, looking a little scuffed up and honestly over the situation. He’d taken on the biggest group of gang members down in the lobby of the building, letting him and Bakugou press forward to get to the mastermind.

“Nice if ya to join us Red.” Bakugou said when he filled the doorway behind Kaminari.

“Uh hu, the guy give himself up yet?” He asked, letting his quirk ripple up his arms and across his face. It was a silent threat to the bad guy and considering he immediately raised his bony hands in surrender, it was received loud and clear.

They’d just wrapped up things with the cops when the journalists swarmed them. Kaminari held his head high shooting charming smiles to a few of them, but pointedly ignoring their questions as he walked behind Bakugou, making their way down the sidewalk away from the building.

Bakugou held up his hand and spoke in what Kirishima called his “serious hero voice”.

“There will be an official press release regarding the incident in a few hours.” It was meant to dismiss them, but of course the press didn’t like to take no for an answer.

The shouted questions always started out about whatever incident just happened but then when they didn’t offer any information about that, they’d switch to more personal questions. Especially when they were all three together.

“Chargebolt, what’s it like to live with to high ranking heroes?”

“Which one of you is the messy roommate?”

And then always the inevitable idiotic romance question.

“Do you guys ever fight over girls?”

Kaminari rolled his eyes. The press seemed to love painting their relationship as a running joke, they’re really just three bachelors rooming together. For four years. Never mind that they’d been photographed holding hands and kissing in public about a million times.

“What the fuck kind of idiotic question is that?”

Uh oh.

He turned around to see Kirishima staring down the reporter that had asked the last question.

“Uhm, well readers are very interested in your lives together. Many wonder if any of you have girl friends or ever fight over women, or anything of that nature.”

Double uh oh.

The vein in Kirishima’s forehead was popping out.

He shifted back his direction, only being about a foot away.

But he wasn’t there fast enough.

Kirishima let out a loud harsh humorless laugh.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

/“We’re a little too busy fucking each other to worry about women. So no. We don’t fight over women.” He practically growled./

Kaminari threw his head back against the couch cushions, laughing uncontrollably. He paused the video someone had taken of the incident and had subsequently gone viral within hours of it being posted.

The rest of the video had been him appearing on screen.

“OooKay that’s enough questions, thank youuuu!” He said to the speechless journalist and pulled a fuming Kirishima down the street out of frame.

“Oooooh shit I can’t believe I really said that.” Kirishima warbled next to him, face hidden in his hands.

Bakugou leaned back against the couch on the other side of Kirishima, sipping out of an amber colored beer bottle.

“Least you look hot in the video.” Bakugou said, cheeks a little pink. That was his fourth beer, Kaminari was nursing his third, and Kirishima had only two.

They don’t drink often, but after the day they all had they’d decided to indulge.

“I look INSANE!” The red head exclaimed, gesturing wildly to the tv screen. “Uhg I was in such a bad mood!”

To be fair, he did look a little crazed. But in a hot way.

His features were so sharp and rugged. The anger rippling across his face reminded him that despite Kirishima’s cheery disposition and popularity with kids, he was a very powerful and intimidating hero.

Kaminari chewed on his lower lip grinning at the sturdy hero. Setting his beer down on the coffee table, he shifted to slip into a Kirishima’s lap, pressing him back to lean against the couch next to Bakugou.

“He’s right you do look hot.” He said licking his lips.

Kirishima’s eyes darkened and he brought his hands down to grip his hips through his knit joggers.

Bakugou leaned close to Kirishima’s ear and rumbled out “You know seeing you all tough and angry gets both of us hot.”

“He’s right again.” Kaminari said sliding forward to press their clothed cocks together, both already sporting partial erections. Drinking always made them a little extra horny.

Kirishima’s grip on his hips tighten.

Bakugou set his empty bottle down and grabbed the red head by the jaw, forcing him to turn towards him, pressing their lips together roughly. Kaminari licked his lips and rolled his hips, thrill rushing up his chest as Kirishima’s grip turned bruising. He leaned forward and got to work sucking marks on the thick column of Kirishima’s throat. His moans vibrated against his lips as he started to push and pull against his hips, grinding their dicks together with more urgency.

He rested his forehead against the side of his neck, red hair tickled his cheek as he panted wetly against his warm skin. He relished in the moans from the other two men, sliding a hand blindly over to Bakugou’s lap, gripping his proud erection through the thin lounge pants he’s changed into when they’d gotten home. Pleasure pulsed through him at his answering moan. He started pumping his hand over the hard length, heat spilled across his chest when he noticed a wet spot over the tip of his dick.

Were they all going to just sit there and cum in their pants?

Maybe.

His hips stuttered, gasping as Kirishima slid his hand down the back of his pants, pressing a scared fingertip to his entrance. The sensation sent electricity dancing up his body. He moaned, loud and unashamed.

His orgasm was as lazy as the roll of his hips, spilling over rather than crashing through him. Moaning as he shamelessly continued to drag his dick through his own cum in his pants. He felt Kirishima twitch against him and decided to slide his nose up his throat, nipping at the lobe of his ear.

“Want me to mark up your neck so they don’t question if you’re really ours again?” He whispered hotly against his ear.

He thrusted up against him in answer, not pulling his mouth away from Bakugou’s. He bit down right below his ear where he knew he was sensitive and /sucked/. Meanly biting the same spot over and over until another moan buzzed against his lips and his hips stuttered under him. He hummed happily at the warmth that spread against him through their pants.

“You gonna jerk me off or just fucking hold my dick all night Sparky?” Bakugou asked finally pulling his mouth away from the panting red head.

Apparently he’d gotten distracted and stopped pumping Bakugou’s length all together.

Sitting back from Kirishima’s abused throat he grinned lazily.

“Sorry Blasty, cmere.” He said reaching for his face with the had that wasn’t still pressed to his dick.

They kissed sloppily as he changed the angle of his grip to more fully hold him through his pants, sliding his thumb over the head that was poking out of his waist band.

Kirishima leaned forward, latching down harshly on his throat. The stinging pain sent another wave of lust through him, hips twitching of their own accord. He whimpered agains the other blondes lips, quickly approaching over sensitivity. Squeezing his hand around the hard length in his hand he started pumping more consistently, wanting desperately to feel his cum splash over his hand.

/Is that weird? I’m too tipsy to care, but that might be a weird thing to want./

“Mine.” Kirishima growled agains his throat as he licked across the angry mark he knew was now on the side if his throat. He moaned at the show of possession, biting down harshly on Bakugou’s bottom lip.

With a moan he spilled over his hand.

He pulled back from the kiss, licking over the little cut he’d left on his lip. The sharp tang of blood spilled across his tongue.

“Sorry sweetheart, went a little overboard.” He said pulling back in time to watch Kirishima lean over to Bakugou’s throat to bite down roughly, most likely to leave a mark on him too.

Whatever Bakugou was about to say died in his lips as he gasped at the sensation.

“Mine.” He growled again.

He couldn’t help the little chuckle that left him.

“What are you gonna do drop your pants and piss on us next time a reporter refuses to recognize our relationship?” He asks jokingly.

The look he sent him sent heat through him.

“Don’t tempt me.” He growled out. “I’m so sick of people not taking this seriously. Like we’re just fuck buddies or something.”

He was grumbling as he gathered both his boyfriends against his chest, crushing the breath out of them.

He and Bakugou shared an incredulous look.

“Hey does it really bug you that much?” Bakugou asked as Kirishima seemed to be trying to figure out if he could absorb them.

“Yes.” He grunted, burying his face agains Kaminari’s hair. “If one more company tries to make it look like Mina is my girlfriend I’m not responsible for my actions. No matter how violent.”

He chucked relaxing against his warm chest.

“Well we know that we love each other and that’s what counts.” He said cheerily, alcohol still making him a little overly bubbly.

He felt the red head relax under him as Bakugou slid one arm around his own waist, and his other behind Kirishima’s back.

“Sparky’s right. Fuck what the media says, and start telling ad agencies to fuck off if they wanna pair you with Mina that way.” He grumbled sleepily.

Kirishima sighed.

“You’re right. I’ll try not to let it bug me anymore.”

⚡️🪨💥

Kirishima was currently surrounded by a gaggle of school children, crouched down and chatting cheerily with them as he and Bakugou stood off to the side letting the kids steal their boyfriend away for a few moments. They were all dressed casually, having just left a restaurant after getting to go out for a rare lunch date.

Bakugou was loosely holding his hand, fingers lazily tangled together. One of the children scurried over to them clutching a little notebook and pen.

“Mr. Dynamite, can I have your autograph?” He asked eagerly face read with excitement.

Bakugou’s expression was soft as he smiled down at the kid, he silently slipped his hand out of his hold and crouched down to take the little pen and notebook.

“Of course kid. What’s your name?” He asked softly.

Kaminari smiled as he watched the kids admire his boyfriends with stars in their eyes.

A few minutes later their teacher hurried them away apologizing for interrupting their day. They’d assured her it was completely fine and waved happily at the kids as they walked away.

The kids they don’t mind. What made Kaminari’s eyelid twitch was the small group of reporters that had accumulated, seemingly appearing about of thin air at the commotion with the kids. The second the kids were far enough away they swarmed, asking one idiotic question after another.

After several “no comments.” from all of them, the inevitable happened again.

“What are you three up to on your day off?”

Came one that they ignored.

The next one however…

“You guys out cruising for ladies?”

The vein popped up in Kirishima’s forehead.

“Oh for fucks-“ Kirishima started.

“Oh for fucks sake!” Bakugou finished the thought, yelling loudly, grabbing the attention of all the journalists. He tugged Kaminari with him to crowd in closer to Kirishima.

He felt himself grin in giddy anticipation.

Bakugou grabbed the red head by the hair at the back of his head and yanked him down into a heated kiss. He heard the clicks of cameras.

Bakugou pulled back from a stunned Kirishima and rounded on him, crushing their lips together. He pressed into it, sliding a little tongue into it for emphasis. Once he pulled back Kaminari rushed to Kirishima, wrapping his arm around his neck and flipping of the journalists with the other free hand, He met the sturdy hero half way, lips crashing together roughly. He tilted his head away from the cameras, showing off the mark that was still proudly displayed on his neck.

“We’re on a date you fucking extras!” Bakugou yelled.

Later that day photos had already gone viral, along with a few videos from people that had just been passing by. His favorite was the moment where he’d kissed Kirishima. They were all three flipping off the camera.

He dared another journalist to question their relationship again.

Seriously though he was worried if that stunt didn’t work Kirishima really would piss on them to mark his territory next time.

Chapter 3: Make Me

Summary:

Our favorite trio get home after a Christmas party with their old classmates. Kaminari has been baiting Bakugou all night, he finally lets him have it. Kirishima is all too excited to help put Kaminari in his place.

Also definitely not an accurate description of what nitroglycerin does to your body in this chapter. Fake science and all that.

Chapter is complete! Please keep in mind I self edit as I go but always go back over everything after the whole fic is complete to catch anything I miss, but for now there’s probably a lot of typos, so just be aware lol

Kaminari was drunk.

Well maybe not DRUNK, but he was the nice spot in between tipsy and drunk where everything was funny to him and he felt light and bubbly.

They’d gone to Todoroki and Sero’s Christmas party, and for the first time in a long time most of class 1A had been able to make it. He was so happy to see everyone and also was riding the high of finally moving up in the hero rankings (he’d moved up to number 20!), that he ended up drinking a little more than he usually would have. And by a little he meant a lot. Especially when Mina challenged him to go shot for shot with Tequila until one of them made a face. He won, spraying the last shot across the table at her when he couldn’t hold in a laugh.

Kirisham was pretty buzzed but he’d only seen him get a few beers while he chatted with Sato and Ojiro. Bakugou volunteered to be DD, mostly because he and Kirishima’s driving scared the shit out of him, so he was stone cold sober.

So when Kaminari hadn’t shut up the whole drive home, he knew he was aggravating the spicy blonde. A little thrill ran up his spine at the eyebrow twitch he caught in the rear view mirror.

He didn’t stop, at this point he didn’t even know what he was saying, but he bulldozed on as Bakugou opened their front door.

Kirishima bustled past them kicking off his boots in the entry way. “I gotta peeeeee.” He whined and hurried down the hall to the bathroom.

“That so fun wasn’t it Bakugou?” When he pointedly didn't answer him as he took his shoes off he kept verbally poking him, as he unzipped his own boots and left them haphazardly in the entry way. “Baku babe? Kats? Kaccan? Katsukiiiiiii-“

He stopped when Bakugou rounded on him and wrapped a hand around his neck.

“Will. You. Be. Quiet?!” He ground out.

Kaminari couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, eyelids lazily drooping.

“Make me.” He said biting his bottom lip.

Bakugou’s eyes darkened and his grip tightened on his neck.

“Oh so it’s like that is it?” He growled.

He licked his lips, pointedly sliding his eyes down the other blondes face.

“Yup.” He challenged.

Removing his hand form his neck Bakugou meanly grabbed his hair, pulling him close enough he could feel his breath fanning across his face, but not close enough to press their lips together. Kaminari shamelessly tried to chase his lips, but the grip in his hair held firm.

“On your fucking knees.” He commanded, smirk curving the corner of his lips.

His knees buckled and he slammed down on them against the hard wood just inside the entryway.

He grabbed at the nice leather belt Bakugou had chosen to wear with his crisp black slacks, but the hand in his hair tightened and he yanked him back.

“Did I say you could fucking touch?” He snapped from above him. “Arms behind your back.”

Lust rolled through him like a wildfire.

/Oh shit okay./

He shifted his arms behind him grasping his elbows in each hand, creating some counter pressure to keep his arms put. Bakugou release his hair long enough to slide the belt free from the buckle and slid his zipper down. He pulled out his dick, giving it a few pumps to bring it to full harness before grabbing his hair again. The stinging on his scalp made his buzzed mind go blank.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours.” Bakugou purred.

Without hesitation he opened wide, sticking out his tongue for good measure.

Bakugou roughly shoved his dick in groaning long and loud.

“Fuck, this mouth of yours.” He said pumping himself in and out experimentally. “You were trying to get a rise out of me weren’t you?”

He swallowed around him and innocently blinked up at him.

“Fucking brat.” He chastised, snapping his hips forward.

“Guys, I was gone maybe a minute and you’re already fooling around?” Kirishima’s amused voice floated into his brain right before he saw him crowd in behind Bakugou.

Hooking his chin over his shoulder to get a better view and sliding his arms around Bakugou’s narrow waist. His hair was down and wild, pieces falling over his eyes as he looked down at him.

“Denki was being a brat.” Bakugou all but moaned out as he hollowed his cheeks around him.

“Was he now?” Kirishima asked in a teasing voice. “I think we can fix that.” He said pressing a kiss on the side of the other blondes throat.

The red head reached for his head, batting away Bakugou’s hand in his hair so he could replace it with his own.

“Relax your throat for me baby.” Was the only warming he got before Kirishima started a brutal pace, pushing and pulling his head, gripping his hair so hard it made tears spring to his eyes.

He couldn’t tell who was moaning more, him or Bakugou.

He let himself go completely lax aside from his arms that he was still holding behind him. Bakugou had given up on any semblance of control, leaning his head back against Kirishima’s shoulder, arm held up so he could grip red hair. His hips were thrusting with the pace that was set for him.

“Fuck.” He croaked.

“You gonna come for us baby?” The sturdy hero asked hotly against Bakugou’s ear.

With a loud moan he snapped his hips forward, Kirishima relentlessly held his head down against him as he came down his throat.

His own dick twitched in his pants, brain fogged over and happy that he’d made someone cum. Bakugou circled his fingers around Kirishima’s wrist and pulled, signaling him to let go. Instead of letting go he pulled Kaminari’s head back, shifting his hold further back on his head and pulled him up.

“On your feet.” He demanded as Bakugou removed himself to lean against the wall, catching his breath.

Kaminari stood on shaky legs and went easily when Kirishima pulled him to him, crushing their lips together.

His tongue slid into his mouth immediately, licking away the remnants of Bakugou’s seed. He pulled back licking his lips with a satisfied hum.

“Tasty.” He said, cruel grin splitting his face.

Fuck he loves when he gets that look in his eye.

“Did you just lick my jiz out of his mouth you animal?” Bakugou asked incredulously from beside them.

Kirishima laughed looking at him. “Oh don’t even start with me Mr. cock slut.” He snapped back.

His shoulders were starting to get sore from holding his arms behind him. He shifted his hips desperate for some type of friction.

“Eiji, baby.” He whined, pressing his skull back into his strong hand.

They both turned their gazes on him.

“I’m sorry baby, want me to take care of you now?” He asked softer than he’d spoken to him before.

He nodded biting his bottom lip again.

“You can move your arms now.” Bakugou said crowding in next to him, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

With a relieved moan he let his arms fall to his sides, Bakugou lightly rubbed at his aching shoulders.

“Let’s move to the bedroom.” Kirishima said, still gripping his hair, he tugged him in that direction.

“Clothes off.” Kirishima said pulling his own red cable knit sweater over his head and tossing it to the side. “Then both of you, on the bed. Katsuki baby can you hold his hands above his head for me?”

They shuffled around shedding all their clothes. He and Bakugou settled on the bed like they’d been told, the other blonde sat behind him against the head board, holding his wrists together in one hand against his shoulder while he traced along his abs with the other.

His hips twitched of their own accord any time his fingertips brushed close to his dick, which was starting to leak in anticipation for what Kirishima had in store for him.

“Well isn’t that a pretty sight.” Kirishima hummed standing at the foot of the bed with the bottle of lube in hand. He was completely naked, thick erection sticking out proudly. “My two pretty blondes all laid out and ready for me.”

Heat flushed up his chest and face at the praise. He’d known his face was flushed before from the booze but now he had no doubt he was red all the way up to his hair line.

Kirishima crawled up the bed like a predator, crowding in over top of them. He leaned down to brush their lips together but before pressing in fully he lifted up and laid a brutal kiss against Bakugou’s lips. His lips tingled with anticipation, running his tongue across them like he could satisfy the overwhelming need to be kissed with it.

He shifted his arms and whimpered, unable to see his two boyfriends making out from the angle he was being held at. But he could hear the wet smacking of lips, and little moans that Bakugou always let out after he’d cum and was feeling needy.

They pointedly ignored him, grip on his wrists tightening in warning.

Fine.

Three could play that game.

Kirishima’s perfectly chiseled chest was just in his reach. He leaned forward and lapped at on if his rosey nipples, biting down a little meanly.

/That’ll teach him to ignore me./ His alcohol addled brain supplied.

A moan rumbled through his chest.

Kirishima’s chest wasn’t as sensitive as his or Bakugou’s but it would still make him moan with the right amount of pressure.

“Oh you really are being a brat aren’t you?” Kirishima asked right before he gripped his jaw harshly, forcing his mouth open.

The red head shoved his tongue past his lips, licking against the roof of his mouth. He swore he was counting his teeth with how pointedly he was dragging his tongue across them. He moaned against the assault on his mouth, shamelessly letting drool slide down his chin, sucking on the intruding tongue like it was the best things he ever tasted.

Kirishima pulled back. Grinning down at him, like he was admiring how messy he’d made him.

Knowing him, that’s exactly what he’s doing.

His crimson gaze slid back to Bakugou’s.

Without looking he grabbed one of his legs and hiked it up, forcing him to scoop his hips forward.

“Hold that for me will you Kats?” He asked, the other blonde immediately gripped the back of his leg, squeezing the tight muscle at the base of his hamstring.

Without warning Kirishima dove down and pressed his tongue over his entrance.

He cracked his head back against Bakugou’s sternum.

“Oh fuck.” He moaned.

He felt the warm appendage slide past the ring of muscle, his dick drooling against his abs. Heat pulsed through him as Kirishima greedily ate him out.

He arched up off the other man behind him, arms tugging uselessly against his solid hold, as Kirishima slid in a thick finger. Immediately angling up for his prostate.

His vision whited out when he found it and mercilessly pressed his against it. His dick pulsed, cum spilling across his abs as he came untouched with a loud moan.

Kirishima pulled his mouth back, surging up to lick the cum off him before it even had a chance to cool.

“I’m glad you liked that and all,” he started, adding another slick finger to his entrance. “But I don’t recall giving you permission to cum yet.” He growled biting his inner thigh hard enough to break skin.

Another fresh wave of heat shot through him.

“Oh shit.” He said out loud.

“I’ll allow it,” he said licking up the bit of blood he’d drawn. “This time.”

He’d added a third finger, twisting them around to make sure he was nice and stretched out, before removing them and slicking up his dick.

“Thanks baby.” He said to Bakugou, kissing his knuckled before taking hold of Kaminari’s leg, while hiking his other leg up as well.

Christ his knees are practically touching his ears.

His hips groaned in protest.

Then Kirishima started pressing in.

His back arched up again, mouth open in a silent moan as he pushed all the way to the hilt.

He could take his dick hundreds of times and the sheer PRESSURE of it inside him would knock the breath from his lungs every time.

“How about holding his mouth open for me Kats?” Kirishima groaned, pressing a soothing kiss to Kaminari’s forehead.

“With pleasure.” His voice came out rough next to his ear. He could feel his dick hard again already pressed against his spine. Without warning he slid two thick finger into his mouth, pressing on his tongue until he opened wide. The faint sweetness that came from his quirk spread across his taste buds.

“Mmm. Wanna see where Katsuki’s dick was earlier.” He said sitting back on his heels as he started a lazy roll of his hips, pressing maddeningly against his prostate.

He shivered.

Kirishima was always attentive and good in bed.

But when he got nasty like this?

He knew he and Bakugou were in for a good time.

He relaxed his throat, hopefully giving a good show of where he’d had been throughly fucked earlier, while he leaned back against the other blonde who has started to rut up against his back every few thrusts from Kirishima.

“Fuck you’re both so pretty.” Kirishima groaned, hips picking up speed

“You hear that Denki?” Bakugou crooned against his ear. “He thinks we’re pretty.”

He moaned around the fingers in his mouth, fighting the urge to swallow, knowing Kirishima liked when he was so turned on he started drooling and his face got all messy. With a few more sharp thrusts against this prostate that practically had his eyes rolling into the back of his head, Kirishima came. Kaminari always loved seeing the blush spread across his chest and neck when he came. He watched the splotches darken along Kirishima’s collarbone, closing his mouth around Bakugou’s fingers and sucking on them, pulling a moan from behind him.

“So good for me.” Kirishima muttered in his post organs haze, leaning forward to pepper his face with gentle kisses. “You up for Katsuki having a turn too?”

He /whined/.

Yes he very much did want him to have a turn.

Bakugou groaned, nipping along the side of his neck as Kirishima shifted him up the bed, still holding behind his knees. His wrists were released but he reached back to grab the head board on either side of the blonde’s head, since hadn’t been told he could drop his arms yet.

There was barely a second between Kirishima sliding out before Bakugou took his place. The pressure wasn't as much but the angle of his dick hit different sweets spots inside him.

As Kirishima held him in place, Bakugou began thrusting up into him at a rough pace, finally pulling his fingers out of his mouth to wrap his hand around his throat. He let his head lull back against the strong shoulder behind him moaning as Bakugou’s free hand wrapped around his suddenly hard dick.

Wait when… oh shit.

Bakugou had his fingers in his mouth.

Bakugou’s quirk made it easy for him to recover quickly, because like nitroglycerin, it dilated blood vessels in the body, including his dick.

He’d thought the sweet taste from earlier was just cause Bakugou got sweaty during sex sometimes.

Now he realized he’d done it on purpose.

And he’s pretty sure Kirishima knew he would.

“You’re not allowed to cum again before Kats.” Kirishima growled, eyes half lidded watching them, squeezing where he still held his legs up.

He moaned as he felt Kirishima’s cum spill out of him as Bakugou fucked into him. They were making a mess. Bakugou pressed his open mouth against his neck where it met his shoulder running his tongue along the muscle before biting down harshly.

His dick twitched in his tight grasp as he moaned.

/Fuck I hope he’s close./

“You gonna put him out of his misery and come for him baby? Gonna make his hole extra messy?” Kirishima spurred him on, hot gaze watching him pump in and out intently.

Bakugou huffed hotly against this skin, teeth still clamped on his neck as he sucked what was going to be a huge hickey onto his skin. He picked up speed, shifting so he was nailing his poor abused prostate.

“Fuck, fuck, Kats please fill me up good.” He moaned, face burning hotly with shame at how much he was /begging/ for it.

Bakugou’s moaned finally unclenching his teeth, fingers squeezing around his dick and throat as he thrusted again and again, and then one final time. His groan rumbled against his back as he felt his head expand inside him, heat flooding him right against his prostate pushing him over the edge.

He blacked out.

He came too as someone, turned out to be Kirishima, was wiping him down with a soft towel.

He hummed happily at the warm touch.

“You with us baby?” He asked softly, as he opened his eyes.

They’d laid him out flat on his back on the bed. His hips buzzed happily from his legs being held at that angle for so long, and his whole body was fuzzy and warm with satisfaction. He could hear the shower from across the hall through the open bedroom door, where he assumed Bakugou was.

Looking over him, he realized a Kirishima’s hair was damp like he’d already been in and out of the shower himself.

“Shit how long was I out?” He rasped as he stretched like a lazy cat, relishing in the burn of his arm muscles from holding them up for so long.

Kirishima shot him a dazzling smile and pulled him into his lap, wrapping his arms around him. He happily sunk into his warmth.

“Not long, maybe about fifteen minutes.” He rumbled, kissing the top of his head. “I wasn’t too mean was I?” He asked a little shyly.

He snuggled his face against the red head’s warm neck and hummed happily again. “Nah you were perfect.” He slurred. His buzz had mostly worn off but he was sleepy now. “Sorry I passed out.”

His chuckled rumbled through his chest, “Not gonna lie you scared us for a second. You’ve never passed out like that before.” He rubbed comforting circles on his back.

“Well you guys have never forced a second full orgasm out of me like that before.” He snorted.

“Sorry I guess we should have asked.” He said softly against his hair.

Kaminari pinched his nipple, causing him to yelp in surprise.

“Stop worrying. It liked it.” He muttered.

The happy little hum that Kirishima let out made him feel extra warm and fuzzy.

“You want a shower?” He asked “We weren’t sure if you were gonna just sleep through the night so we cleaned you up a little, but uh…” he trailed off and when he shifted his hips he figured out why.

His ass cheeks were still slick from all the cum and lube.

He grimaced.

“Yeah I probably should.”

Kirishima he helped him up, he thought his legs were wobbly /before/. He almost collapsed back onto the bed, but Kirishima was there to hold him up with strong arms. He helped him step into the shower with Bakugou as he took over helping him stand. Their shower was big, but not quite big enough to accommodate all three of them.

After they’d showered and he was nice and dry they snuggled up in bed together and promptly passed out.

Chapter 4: Love You.

Summary:

Bakugou gets into some trouble. Good thing Kirishima and Denki have his back.

Fluff ahead!

Their fans were really funny sometimes.

Ever since most people had finally realized they were in an actual relationship (there were some that still claimed up and down that it was just for publicity) it’s like they made it their mission to get the most photos of them doing couple things. There where whole accounts online that were dedicated to finding and sharing them.

Kaminiari’s personal favorite was one that was dedicated to all the hickeys and love marks on them that people would snap photos of.

He was currently lounging on the couch with the news on the tv as background noise, screen shotting one to send the group chat that was of his own neck where you could see a dark bruise just poking out past his sweatshirt from a few weeks ago when he was walking down the street on his way home. He’d decided to put his hair up that day so there was no hiding it. The caption was “You think this was Dynamite or Riot??” With a long thread of people speculating. One person said “It had to be Dynamite, you can’t see teeth marks. Have you SEEN Riots teeth??” They were right it was Bakugou.

Every now and then he’d respond with little silly things to keep engagement up with fans. He had the most online presence out of the three of them since Fatgum and Jeanits’ pr team more closely monitor them and ask that they keep things professional. The lurkers don’t care as much since he was lower in the hero rankings. Mt. Lady told him to just keep nudes offline and he’d be fine.

He pressed the reply button on that last guess and typed out “You know you might be right” with a winky face but right before he hit send a name caught his attention on the news.

He looked up at the tv and the air froze in his lungs at the headline.

“EIJIRO!” He yelled to the other hero that was in their home office/Gym doing push-ups or something.

He was on his feet, dropping his phone somewhere and grabbing the remote to turn up the volume. He heard his heavy footsteps within seconds.

“What, what’s wrong?!” He asked and froze behind the couch hearing the news anchor speak.

‘This just in, pro hero Dynamite was last seen entering this building to investigate reports of gunfire, moments before the second and third floor collapsed in what sources say was a bomb Explosion. Communication with the hero went dead and other hero’s have been unsuccessful at making contact with the young hero. It is unclear if the explosion was due to a bomb or a trap laid for -“

The TV played on but he and Kirishima were on the move. He clicked his hero costume belt and disc shooter on over the clothes he was already wearing, not wanting to waste time with the full get up. His yellow sweatshirt and black sweats would just have to do.

“Ei you ready?” He called shoving his feet into the first pair of boots he grabbed by the door. Realizing after that they were Bakugou’s Doc Martens. He clenched his teeth and cinched the laces tight. He stood, his back was ram rod straight, fighting with everything he had not to panic.

“I’m ready.” Kirishima said, walking up from he hallway holding his hero costume boots, expression serious under his face guard. He’d thrown on a plain back sweatshirt and red sweats over the tank and shorts he’d been wearing.

He heard one of their phones buzzing somewhere, probably one of their bosses telling them to stay put. They left the apartment And ran in the direction of the building from the news story. It was only a few blocks south of their apartment so they got there in less than fifteen minutes. Already out of breath from running there.

His face felt numb from the cold January wind whipping against his cheeks. It started snowing lightly. His gut clenched. Bakugou hated the snow. And the cold. It made his old injuries ache and it was harder for him to get sweat buildup for his quirk.

They marched up to the scene completely ignoring all the caution tape. Best Jeanist came into view wearing his fur lined hero costume. He was talking loudly, directing law enforcement and other heroes. When he spotted them approaching he crossed his arms.

“No.” He said sternly.

“Tell us the situation.” Kirishima said in his sturdy hero voice that left no room for arguments as they came to a stop in front of the older hero.

“No. Absolutely not. You two cannot be here.” He said pointing to the both of them. “It’s a conflict of interest, and you’re not even on duty so you’re not even in regulation.”

“Don’t care.” Kaminari said with more confidence than he felt, crossing his arms.

“Tell us the situation.” Kirishima repeated.

“And I repeat. No. We have it under control. Go home. Wait for an update.” He said unwaveringly.

Kirishima took a step closer, squaring his shoulders and towering over Jeanist.

“Let me be clear.” He said hardening rippling across his face. “We’re going in there one way or another. So you can either tell us the situation, or get the fuck out of our way.”

Jeanist held his gaze for another moment then sighed.

“Well I can’t let you go in blind can I? That brat would kill me if you end up hurt because I let you go in there uninformed.” He turned walking towards the crumbling entrance.

“Thanks Jeanist.” Kaminari added.

“If I’m being honest Riot we could use your quirk to get through the entrance. There’s rubble blocking the door so we haven’t even been able to get in there to figure out what the hell happened.” He said looking frustrated. “From what we can tell from the outside, we’re thinking this might have been a trap set specifically for Dynamite. From the debris outside the building it looks like the blast came from the second floor. But comms went down as soon as the explosion detonated so until we make contact with him or get a visual, you know about as much as we do.”

“Civilians?”

“No, it’s a new office building, no one’s even moved in yet.”

Kirishima nodded. “On it.” He said hardening his whole body, ripping the elbows and the collar of his sweatshirt.

“Chargebolt you can-“ Jeanist started but Kirishima’s rough voice cut him off.

“He stays with me.” Leaving no room for argument, he bolted forward, bulldozing through the entrance.

He looked up apologetically at the older hero. “What he said.”

When he got to the entrance Kirishima had backed up a few paces, hardening still in place.

“Looks stable enough, but stay close.” He told him. “And charge up. Lights are out so I can’t see much of anything in here.”

He pulled electricity to the surface of his knuckles and arms, also serving as a sort of glowing flashlight. The inside of the building was in ruins, sprinkler system leaking onto the floor, dust from the rubble thick in the air. They trucked along, Kirishima pushing more of the rubble out of the way as they went until they found the stair case. The red head ripped the door open, then moved aside so he could check out the damage.

Collecting a ball of electricity in his hand he held it out and leaned through the doorway to look at the stairwell. It was mostly intact aside from a few broken handrails it looked functional.

“Think we’re good.” He called behind him.

Kirishima took the lead again as they ascended. The heavy door to the second floor was busted inwards to the stairs, holding on by the top hinge. They stepped through and halted. The whole floor was in cinders. Cubicle walls on their sides, a desks upside down, the floor to ceiling windows were blown out and parts for the third floor had collapsed into the second.

“Kats!” Kirishima called as they stepped in. It was weird hearing him use his nick name in a hero space, but he’d also basically told a senior hero to go fuck himself before they’d come in here. “Katsuki! You in here baby?”

Kaminari pressed his hand that wasn’t holding the electricity ball to the small of his back in comfort, unbothered by the sharp ridges of his quirk.

“Babe we don’t know who else is up here. We need to be careful.” He said way more calmly than he felt. Kirishima hummed in response, setting his jaw as they pressed forward, stepping over a few gaping holes in the floor.

The he heard it. Coughing followed by shifting in the rubble. They ran in the direction of the large desk they saw falling over.

Relief flooded his body when Bakugou came into view. He was crouched on the ground, covered in soot and a little bloody but overall in one piece. Kirishima slammed to his knees in front of him, hardening sliding away as he pulled him against his larger frame.

“Holy shit you scared us.” Kirishima muttered into his hair.

“Eijiro? Denki?” He said confused squinting at them. He’d need to be checked for a concussion. “The fuck are you two doing here.”

“We came as soon as we saw the situation on the news.” Kaminari said crouching down in front of him on the other side of Kirishima. “What the hell happened?”

Bakugou blinked and rubbed across his forehead, smearing soot. He’d lost one of his gauntlets.

“Mother fucker.” He muttered. “Some extra lured me here. Knew why patrol route. Shot off a pistol to get my attention. As soon as I got close he threw something at me. I fired off without seeing what it was. Fucking rookie mistake.” He cursed at himself as Kirishima helped him stand. “It was a fucking propane tank. Guess I locked up the fucker’s brother or some shit and he had it out for me.”

Kaminari opened his mouth to ask what happened to the guy when someone came out of the rubble from behind him and grabbed him roughly. He felt the cold press of a pistol against his temple. He froze, automatically holding his hands up in surrender.

/Fuck I REALLY don’t wanna have my brains blown out today./

“Denki!” Kirishima yelled, lurching forward but freezing when whoever it was pressed the pistol against his head harder. He hissed at the bite of the pressure.

“Who do we have here?” The guys said in a shrill crazed voice, he looked down when he felt a rope like appendage slither around his waist.

Great. A fucking tentacle quirk.

“Your little boyfriends came to your rescue. How sweet.” He said as another tentacle slithered up and around his throat. He shivered in disgust.

“Leave them out of this.” Bakugou said stepping in front of Kirishima. “Your beef is with me right?” He held out his arms on either side of him, exposing his torso. “Well I’m right fucking here.”

“Nah.” The guy whispered against his ear. He grimaced and tried to turn away. “I think I’ll take one of your loved ones instead. This one’s cute.”

Kaminari fought the urged to gag as the creep /licked/ his cheek.

“Gross.” Is all he said right before grabbing the tentacle around his throat and pushing enough electricity into it to take down a horse. They don’t call him The Stun Gun Hero for nothing. The guy dropped like a sack of potatoes, gun clattering to the floor and sliding away.

“What is with assholes thinking I’m an easy target? I’m a pro too yaknow?!” He yelled giving the downed villain a swift kick to the ribs.

He turned and saw Kirishima heave a sigh of relief with his whole body. And Bakugou was….

Well he was grinning like an idiot.

“Damn that was hot.” He said bluntly.

Kirishima looked at him absolutely flabbergasted.

“Ooooh Kay let’s get you to the medics cause I’m pretty sure you’re concussed.” Kaminari said shuffling towards his boyfriends.

“What?” He asked too loudly. “There’s been a ringing in my ears this whole time. Shit I have a concussion again don’t I?”

Kirishima huffed out a laugh and scooped up the explosive hero bridal style.

“Let’s go Blasty. There’s a lot of concerned people waiting outside for you.” Kirishima said carefully stepping over debris and holes in the floor to get to the stairs. Kaminari scurried after them wanting to get away from the passed out creep as fast as possible.

⚡️🪨💥

Bakugou did in fact have a concussion. One of the medics with a healing quirk was able to heal him enough that he could sleep safely, but he was still… well loopy.

“Ei you’re so pretty.” He muttered into Kirishima’s chest as he snuggle in his lap on the couch.

Kaminari snorted from the kitchen as he fixed them some plain sandwiches for dinner.

Kirishima chuckled and murmured an embarrassed thanks.

“No seriously.” Kaminari looked out to the living room and Bakugou had pulled back from his chest and was gazing lovingly at him. “And so hot especially when you get all mad.” He grinned.

Kirishimas face was bright red. Kaminari stacked the sandwiches on a big plate and brought them into the living room, setting it gently on the table.

“Order up. Sorry it’s no Bakugou special, but I do know how to make a mean sandwich.” He said plopping down on the free space on the couch.

“Sweet ‘m starving!” Bakugou say while sitting up Kirishima grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Take it slow baby, the medic said you should still treat it like you have a full concussion to be on the safe side.” Kirishima warned, helping him slowly situate on the couch.

“Yeah yeah.” He waves the red head off. “Thanks for making dinner sparky.” He said grabbing a sandwich triangle and digging in.

He chuckled “No problem babe.” He said grabbing his own and a leaning back into the couch cushion. The stress from the day had started to melt out of his muscles.

Bakugou leaned his head on his shoulder while he ate.

“Like it when you call me that.” He admits.

Kaminari smiled leaning his head softly on top of the other blonde’s, soft spikes tickling his nose.

“You like when I call you babe?” He asked surprised. That was news to him.

“Mm” he grunted as he took another bite of his sandwich. “Like it a lot more than ‘bro’.” he said shooting a smirk over to Kirishima who was wolfing down a second sandwich. He’s glad he made extra.

He froze mid bite and tilted his head like a cute puppy.

“You didn’t like it when I called you bro?” He asked.

Bakugou snorted “Not after we started fucking.” He said bluntly “I’d literally just had your dick in my mouth like twenty minutes before and you’d call me bro. Was weird.”

Kirishima’s blush returned.

“I was trying to got be cool a casual.” He said blushing. “We’d JUST started dating.”

“So you like when he calls you baby more?” Kaminari asked Finishing off his sandwich.

Bakugou hummed happily rubbing his face against his shoulder like a cat.

“Yeah.” He admitted quietly taking the last few bites of his sandwich.

Kaminari smiled wrapping his arms around Bakugou’s shoulder. He crawled into his lap, wrapping his strong arms around his waist and snuggling further in.

“Wow this concussion made you super honest.” He chuckled. “You sure that guy didn’t have a truth quirk?”

“S’nutthin I’m not thinking all the time.” He murmured. “Just normally don’t say it. Don’t want you two getting big heads or sumthin’.”

After that admission He sighed happily, sinking in against him. Kaminari couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Love you.” He said softly pressing a kiss to his head.

“Mmmm love you too.” He muttered before he started drifting off to sleep.

He looked over at Kirishima who was smiling warmly at them. He tilted his chin towards him, silently asking for a kiss.

Leaning over to oblige, he pressed his lips firmly against his. There wasn’t so much as heat behind it as there was just warmth. It spread through his chest.

“Love you.” Kirishima murmured against his lips as he pulled back.

“Love you too.” He grinned at him, feeling happy and warm.

Kirishima grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and covered them up as he snuggled against his side and Bakugou’s back, slipping an arm around them and laying his head against the back of the couch just above Kaminari’s.

They all drifted in and out of sleep for a while until Bakugou complained about having a head ache and wanting to go to bed. Kirishima got him a bottle of water and some pain killers for his headache while Kaminari took care of the few dishes that he’d dirtied making dinner.

He slid into bed behind Bakugou and snuggled in, letting warmth and affection sink into his bones before passing out.

Chapter 5: That’s a Big Step

Summary:

Mom and dad are fighting 😥 Kaminari helps them settle it.

KiriKami kitchen sex.

Notes:

Also shout out to SuzCabooz for the idea of KiriBaku fighting and Kami panicking!

Kaminari had honestly had a really good day. He’d stopped an attempted robbery at a local jeweler, charged a frantic University students’ lap top, and helped a kid find his mom at the park.

He had a little pep in his step on his walk home. At least as much pep as he could have while carrying home the big bag of takeout from their favorite date night place around the corner from their apartment. He’d volunteered to grab dinner since Bakugou had an early morning patrol shift following a late night doing paperwork from the incident the other day with the tentacle creep, and would likely be exhausted.

Shifting the bag to one arm he unlocked the front door to their shared apartment, supporting the bag with both arms again and pushing it open with his back.

His heart sunk when he was greeted by yelling.

Like actual yelling.

Not playful yelling like he’s used to hearing from his boyfriends.

No this was bad yelling.

He kicked his shoes off and hurried into the apartment.

“How hard is it to just clean up after yourself?? I’m not your damn MAID Eijiro!” Bakugou yelled.

“I’m sorry I don’t INSTANTLY put stuff in the dishwasher! I set it in the sink to get to after my workout! Don’t be so impatient!” Kirishima shot back.

As Kaminari turned the corner into the living room, he saw them standing on either side of the coffee table, fists clenched faces twisted in anger. Kirishima was in a tank top and shorts, still covered in a sheen of sweat, hair thrown up into a messy bun. While Bakugou was wearing his favorite worn out Almight sweatshirt and soft black sweats, hair rumpled like he’d just woken up from a nap.

“Uh, hey guys.” He said carefully setting the bag of takeout on the dining table. “What’s going on?” He asked hesitantly.

Bakugou and Kirishima only fought like once a year, so hearing them fight always took him off guard.

Bakugou turned to him “Oh nothing just Eijiro being a SLOB!” He said gesturing towards the red head.

“Oh COME ON! My shaker was in the sink for MAYBE thirty minutes! I hardly think that qualifies me as a SLOB!” He yelled.

“Oh yeah? What about the pile of laundry I keep tripping over on the way to the closet?” He asked putting his hands on his hips.

This was probably not the time to say that he looked like a mom scolding her kids when he did that.

“My hamper broke! I haven’t had time to get A new one! And you get mad when I mix my clothes in with your guys’!” He defended.

Bakugou did have a point there. The pile had gotten out of hand lately. But they’ve all been busy and laundry tends to hit the back burner first.

“Fucking ORDER one! It takes five seconds!” He yelled.

Okay now we’re yelling about a laundry hamper.

“Why would I order one when I could walk into a store and get one right then?? That’s IDIOTIC!” Kirishima yelled throwing his hand up in the air.

“Then go fucking GET ONE!” Bakugou all but screamed.

Anxiety gripped his throat.

He needed to intervene but he never knew what to say. They always knew what to do when he’d get into it with the other one.

“Christ Katsuki I can’t fucking WIN with you sometimes.” The red head screamed back, quirk suddenly sharpening his fingers in frustration. Bakugou’s eyes immediately snapped down to them.

“Oh you wanna fucking GO RIOT??” He yelled, warning explosions popping off in his hands.

Oh shit.

Feet move.

Voice work.

He rushed between them holding out his hands, electricity zipping between his fingers.

“Both of you calm the FUCK DOWN!” He yelled. “Don’t think I won’t fucking knock your asses out if you start a fist fight in our LIVING ROOM!”

That seemed to snap them out of it, both dropping their hands, quirks slipping away. They both still had that /look/ in their eyes though.

“What the fuck is going on?? You’re fighting about DISHES and LAUNDRY!” He snapped at them dropping his hands and quirk too.

He turned to Bakugou first. He was grinding his teeth and looked exhausted. He turned to Kirishima who had a fresh scrape on his cheek and another on his shoulder on the same side from his shift the night before.

“Well?” He asked expectedly, crossing his arms.

Kirishima was the first to look a little ashamed, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“Sorry Denks. This probably sucked to come home too.” He said voice quiet.

That was a start at least.

He sighed.

“Look I brought dinner, why don’t we just sit down and eat and we’ll talk once you’ve both cooled off. Okay?” He said looking to Bakugou, who tended to take longer to back down.

He huffed.

“Fine. I’m hungry anyways.” He grumbled.

He smiled. “I got that insanely spicy curry you like.” He said encouragingly.

He perked up at that, sitting down at the table rummaging through the bag.

Kaminari busied himself grabbing utensils and drinks from the kitchen. He grabbed a can of beer for each of them without even asking if that’s what they wanted. He could practically /smell/ the stress in the room. Not that alcohol was the answer to all their problems, but sometimes it helps.

When he walked back in from the kitchen, they were both sitting at the table, food in front of them, arms crossed and glaring daggers at each other.

He rolled his eyes, distributing the drinks and utensils.

Kaminari sat and immediately cracked his beer open, taking several long sips. Kirishima and Bakugou wordlessly tucked into the meal.

“Thanks Sparky,” Bakugou muttered. “For brining home dinner.”

“No problem babe.” He shot at him, earning a sliver of a smile.

They ate and drank in silence until Kaminari leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

“Okay.” He said, looking them both over. Bakugou still looked exhausted but dinner had brought a little color back to his cheeks. “Baby did you get enough rest when you got home?” He asked softly.

Bakugou met his gaze, then looked back down to his mostly empty bowl and shook his head.

“Well no wonder you bit Ei’s head off about a shaker in the sink. You’re exhausted.” He said understandably.

He turned to Kirishima, who was looking a little sheepish. “You had a rough night last night didn’t you Ei?”

He nodded.

“You probably wanted to get to the gym fast to blow off some steam right? That’s why you left your shaker in the sink?” He asked.

“Yeah.” He said after a few seconds.

“So,” he said picking up his beer to take the last few sips. “You’re exhausted.” He said pointing to Bakugou. “And you’re stressed.” He said pointing to Kirishima.

Neither of them said anything.

He sighed again.

“I think we should move.” Kirishima muttered.

That got both he and Bakugou’s attention.

“The hell you on about?” Bakugou asked finally picking up his beer.

“This place is too small for three grown men.” He continued, picking up his own beer. “It was one thing when we were just starting out, but we need more space. We can /afford/ more space now. And as much as we love each other, we need our own spaces to decompress. Maybe we can find a place with a home gym AND an office. Or BUY a place and make one. We could all benefit from that.”

He … actually had a good point. But buying a house together…

“That’s a big step.” Bakugou finished his thought. “Buying a house together.” He looked up, teasing glint in his eyes.

Kirishima’s face turned red, like he hadn’t thought of what his suggestion implied.

“Yeah, I guess it is.” He said, meeting Bakugou’s gaze.

This felt like a big conversation to be having so casually.

But it also didn’t feel big.

It felt right.

“I’m down.” He said spinning his can on a finger, using a little of his quirk to help keep it upright. “I mean I’ve got the lowest salary, so I don’t have as much say I guessed” he shrugged.

He wasn’t saying it self deprecatingly. Just matter of factly.

Kirishima reached over to press his broad hand atop his.

“We can find something that we can contribute to equally if you want, but I don't mind contributing more if I need to to get the place we really want.” He said encouragingly

He nodded. He’d never felt self conscious about making less money than them, it was just kind of a fact of life.

“So.” He said looking at both of them. “I guess we should start house hunting soon.” He grinned.

The tension in the room eased. He and Bakugou busied themselves with cleaning up their dishes as Kirishima took a shower.

Kaminari bullied the exhausted blonde into laying down in bed, despite it being only 7pm. He’d likely sleep until morning.

He was wiping down the counters when Kirishima walked out in soft sweats and Chargebolt sweatshirt that was a sample from his latest merch line. It was bright yellow with a thick black lighting bolt down one side. It clashed a little with his red hair, but he felt a thrill in his groin at seeing him wrapped up in something that represented him.

“Hey.” He said laying the rag out on the sink and stowing the spray underneath in the cabinet.

“Hey.” Kirishima said smiling shyly, tucking some of his loose damp hair behind his ear.

“Feeling better after a shower?” He asked leaning back against the counter, folding his arms across his chest.

“Yeah.” The red head said crowding in close in front of him, ducking his head to steal a kiss. “Thanks for mediating that.” He muttered.

Kaminari hummed into the kiss and smiled happily at him. “No worries.”

He pressed another kiss to his lips, deepening it this time, swiping the tip of his tongue across his lower lip.

He groaned into it, sliding his hands across broad shoulders, lifting up onto his toes to press back against him.

With a moan Kirishima grabbed him by the backs of his thighs and lifted him up to sit him on the counter.

He pulled back, pressing their foreheads together, breathing each other in happily. Kirishima dove back in after a moment, teeth catching on his lower lip, groaning hungrily against him. Large hands gripped his hips, sliding him forward on the counter to slot their hips together.

He moaned into his mouth, hips rolling against his, lust rushing through him. Kaminari nipped on Kirishima’s plush lower lip, pulling a moan from the red head.

“Fuck, want you.” Kirishima growled against his mouth.

“M’ right here sweetheart.” He muttered. “Take me.”

Rough hands gripped at the hem of his sweatshirt, pulling it up and off. Kirishima immediately started laying open mouthed kisses on his chest, lingering on his nipples, sucking and nipping at both until he was a panting mess. Head lulled back against the cabinets, mouth gaping with a moan that had already come and gone.

While he continued to abuse his chest with his mouth, one of his hands slid from his hip to cup his dick though his pants. Kaminari slid his fingers into his damp hair, gripping tight against his scalp as he rutted into Kirishima’s hand.

“Fuck, you keep that up and I’m gonna cum before you even get my pants off.” He groaned.

Kirishima pulled back from his chest, licking his lips as their eyes met. He gripped him more firmly through his pants.

“No you won’t.” He said in that commanding voice that always sets a hitch in his breath.

“Kay.” He said lamely.

Suddenly he was being lifted and man handled to face the cabinets, bare feet back on the ground. The cold counter sent goosebumps across his chest as he was pressed flat against it.

“Wanna bend you over and fuck you here.” Kirishima growled in to his ear, pressing against this back.

“Kay.” Was all he managed to say before his pants were being yanked down.

Kirishima pressed a kiss to his lower back, sending a shiver up his spine. Before he could even register what he was about to do, he’d pulled his legs apart and dove between his ass cheeks, pressing his tongue into his entrance.

His moan echoed against the cabinets as he pressed the full length of his tongue inside.

“Oh fuck Ei.” He moaned, rutting himself against the hard cabinet in front of him.

He hummed against him, slipping a finger in beside his tongue. He pulled back, running the wet appendage around the pliant ring of muscle.

“You’re pretty stretched out for not having been fucked in a few days.” He mused, adding another finger and spreading them apart.

He moaned at the sensation, face burning.

“I uh,” he started but paused to swallow the extra spit that was already collecting on his tongue. “I finger fucked myself in the shower this morning.” He admitted.

“Really now?” Kirishima asked, biting against the meat of one of his ass cheeks. “Poor thing, have we been neglecting you?”

He bit his lip, grinding himself more fully against the counter now.

“We’ve all just been so busy.” He said moaning when Kirishima pressed a finger against his prostate. “Just felt a little pent up, and jerking off wasn’t doing the trick.”

“I’m sorry baby.” He said pressing a kiss to his spine. “Let me make it up to you.” He said then all of a sudden his warmth disappeared, fingers pulling out abruptly.

He /whined/, tears pricking the corner of his eyes, because FUCK that was abrupt and he needed to come back right now.

He turned in time to see him walking back into the kitchen, bottle of lube in his hand.

“Sorry baby,” he said pressing in behind him again, warmth enveloping him again. “But I wasn’t about to fuck you dry.”

He hadn’t even heard the sound of the lube clicking open or shut but when Kirishima pressed his dick against his entrance he was already slick. His mouth gaped as his pressed in, moan ripping out of him when he grabbed him roughly by the hair.

“Hands flat on the counter.” He growled into his ear.

The cold of the counter sunk into his fingers before he even realized he’d followed his command. Not that from this angle he could to much other than hold himself back from smashing his face against the cabinets.

Gripping his hip with the hand that wasn’t in his hair, he started thrusting. Slamming into him at a delicious angle. Moans rolled out of his mouth.

He vaguely worried he was going to wake up Bakugou, but when he tried to bite his lip to stave off the noises Kirishima abandoned his hair to grip his jaw, pressing a thumb to his lower lip.

“Now I know you weren’t about to try hiding those lovely noises were you?” He moaned against the shel of his ear, biting it lightly. “Let me hear how good you feel.”

“Just,” he moaned again as Kirishima scooped his hips in mind melting way. “Din wanna wake up Kats.”

He hummed against the side of his neck where he’d started nibbling at.

“You really think he’d be mad about waking up to this?” He said, emphasizing ‘this’ with a particularly mean thrust directly against his prostate.

“N-no.” He said positively PANTING.

/Fuck, will he always make me feel like my brain is melting out of my ears?!/

Fuck he really hoped so.

Heat started to coil in his gut.

“E-Ei,” he moaned “‘m gonna-“

“No you’re not.” He growled against his neck. Lifting up, he manhandled and flipped him again to half sit on the counter, half cling to the sturdy hero with his thighs clamped around his waist. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around him, gripping strong shoulders.

He gripped the base of his cock tightly in the ring of his thumb and pointer finger, clamping down on his orgasm. Pleasure rippled through him at the delay.

“Shhhh.” Kirishima shushed his whining. “I’ve got you baby. Just wanted to make you feel good for longer.”

He slid back in, snapping his hips up roughly.

“Hold on a little longer okay?” He asked so sweetly, but his hand wrapped around his throat, pleasure pulsed from the burn of not being a bale to take a full breath.

Me moaned, stars dancing behind his eyes, heat flushed up his hips and he could feel his dick twitching in his hand.

Holy shit.

It’s like he was cumming, but someone pressed and held down on it right before he actually, well came.

“Oh fuck baby. You feel so good.” Kirishima said before pressing their mouths together roughly.

With a few more sharp thrusts against his prostate, he moaned into his mouth as he pumped him in his hand, shooting his orgasm through him.

They kissed for a while. Kirishima’s hand slid off of his throat, caressing the back of his head instead.

They’d gone from frantic to languidly pressing their lips together. Pulling apart slowly, unfolding themselves from each other. When he was standing between the red head and the counter, he happily pressed another kiss up against Kirishima’s lips when he leaned down expectantly.

“Love you baby.” He said happily, making happy warmth settle behind his ribs.

“Love you too, Eijiro.”

Chapter 6: I Think We Can Manage That

Summary:

Skip ahead a few months to after they’ve moved into their new home. Kami deals with a lingering insecurity. Kirishima is forced to confront something’s he’s been embarrassed about for a long time.

Notes:

This chapter will deal heavily with bottom Kiri so if that’s not your jam then maybe just skim or skip it.

Content warning: contains very light water sports. 🫣 I wrote something a little out of my comfort zone and a little pee during sex does happen in this chapter.

He’d done it!

Finally!

After being in the new house for two months Kaminari had finally unpacked the last box of his stuff.

He hummed excitedly as he folded down the last box, practically skipping down the stairs. They’d found an affordable western style house a few miles north of their old apartment. It was in a quiet neighborhood built into a hillside, with a garage just big enough to fit a Bakugou’s car (the only car they owned between the three of them), three spacious bedrooms upstairs, two baths, open concept living room with big floor to ceiling glass sliding doors, and a large kitchen that almost made Bakugou weep when he saw it. Out the sliding doors was a small private side yard with a heated pool big enough to swim laps in and host the occasional pool party, which they’d done for their housewarming party.

“Hey guys the last box is officially -“ he stopped short when he turned the corner into the living room and saw Bakugou fucking into Kirishima, who was bent over the coffee table, panting as the blonde fisted his long red hair. “Empty.” He finished.

Heat pooled in his gut, but there was a stab of jealousy. Not at them having sex without him, but specifically Kirishima bottoming.

You see, any time Kirishima wanted his back blown out, he ALWAYS went to Bakugou. Not to say he’d never topped him before, he had a handful of times, but usually only when the resident angry blonde wasn’t around. He always thought he was a pretty good top, Bakugou certainly never complained, but for some reason he was never Kirishima’s first choice.

“Hey Sparky.” Bakugou grunted. “Care to join us?”

He hesitated.

Which he never did when it came to having sex with them, but something about the way his chest was swirling with insecurity made him not want to jump at the chance.

“Uh, I was on my out to…” he held up the flooded up box, indicating he was taking it out to the recycling bin.

But then Kirishima called out to him.

“Baby.” He whined, reaching out to him with one hand, bracing his weight on the coffee table with the other. Fuck did he love that sound.

“Can’t say no to that now can I?” He smiled slightly, dropping the box on the floor and making his way over to his boyfriends.

He sat on the top of the sturdy coffee table in front of the whimpering red head, cupping his cheek and slipping his thumb across his kiss swollen bottom lip. Kirisham pressed his face against his palm, affection warming his chest at such a cute reaction.

“You look like he’s making you feel really good sweetheart.” He cooed.

“So good.” He moaned in response.

He hummed, trying to mentally bat away his insecurity so he could focus on making him feel good.

“Want me to help?” He asked, sliding his eyes over his naked back, watching his muscles shift as Bakugou continued to pound into him.

“Please baby.” He whined again.

“Kats can you hold him upright?” He asked, eyes sliding up to meet his carmine gaze.

“Course I can, what do you take me for a weakling?” He said without any heat behind it, leaning forward to press a hand across Kirishima's chest, pulling him up against him, fully exposing the red heads naked torso to him.

He swallowed, lust curling around his brain as he watch all of those built muscles shifting. Sliding over on the top of the coffee table, he sat with a leg on either side of them, pressing open mouthed kisses across the underside of his chest, nipping at the spots he knew were extra sensitive.

“This what you want me to help with?” He hummed teasingly, wrapping his hand around his leaking erection.

Kirishima moaned head lulling back against Bakugous shoulder. The blonde immediately started nipping at his exposed throat, eliciting another moan.

“We’ve got you sweetheart.” He crooned before leaning down and taking him fully into his mouth.

His throat constricted at the sudden stretch, eyes watering at the sensation. He had to hunch awkwardly from where he was sitting but he could tell from the amount of precum that was already leaking out of him he wouldn’t last much longer. From the way Bakugou’s moans were punching out of him he knew he wouldn’t either.

Kaminari reached his hands up Kirishima’s torso, pulling out a trick he didn’t use often, he pulled a little electricity to his fingertips as he brushed over his dusky nipples. Apparently that’s all the extra stimulation he needed because he was cumming down his throat the next second, hand finding his hair, holding him in place as he pulsed down his throat. Bakugou groaned with his own orgasm moments later.

“Holy shit.” Kirishima panted into the air as he swallowed the rest of his seed before pulling off.

He and Bakugou shifted back sitting next to each other on the couch to catch their breaths, leaving him alone on the coffee table as he wiped the drool off his chin.

“Cmere Sparky, I’ll suck you off.” Bakugou panted motioning him over.

He knew he was offering because usually he’d be hard and leaking in his underwear by now, but there was self consciousness gripping at the back of his neck, shoulders straining with it. He wasn’t even fully hard.

He forced himself to smile, waving him off.

“Thanks but I’m actually okay right now.” He said, not missing the shocked looks on their faces. “Don’t give me those looks.” He said standing and adjusting his sweats. “I’m just tired from working earlier yaknow?”

It was a bull shit excuse and he knew that they knew it too. He’d been rock hard just from making out when he’d been dog tired after a double shift before. If anything being tired made him /more/ horny.

“I’m good really!” He said backing away towards the broken down box he’d left on the floor by the doorway. “I’m gonna take that box out Kay?”

He turned, grabbing his lame excuse and scurried away.

⚡️🪨💥

/Maybe it’s the size difference…/ Kaminari wondered to himself the next day.

He thought their size difference was hot and the idea of turning such a big strong man to putty in his hands melted his brain a little. But maybe he didn’t manhandle him the way he liked. Dispite Bakugou being smaller than Kirishima, he was still 6ft tall and packed with lean muscle. Compared to the average civilian Kaminari was still average height, standing about 5’10”, but he worked hard in the gym and was considered pretty fit. He didn’t have boulder shoulders and thick biceps like Bakugou but he was pretty sturdy. But he couldn’t exactly toss the larger man around either.

He was startled out of his thoughts by a splash to the face.

“Earth to Denki!” Sero called from the other side of the pool. “You invited me over to hang out and you’ve been a space cadet the whole time.”

“Shit sorry dude.” He said wiping the water from his eyes and shoving his wet hair straight back out of his face. “I think I need a drink, you want one?” He asked lifting himself out of the pool and padding over to the mini fridge they kept stocked with beer and water on the patio.

The cool May breeze made his nipples pebble the second it hit him. It had been the first day in months that they’d both had the whole day off so he’d invited Sero over to lounge in the pool and catch up.

“Yeah I’ll take a beer.” He said swimming over to the edge, folding his arms on the concrete, dark hair slicked back from swimming around. “And then you can tell me what’s on your mind.”

He chuckled grabbing the beers and ran back to the pool’s edge, shivering before sliding back into the warm water. Handing over his beer he grinned shyly at his friend.

“I dunno if you wanna hear it honestly.” He said turning to prop his arms on the side next to him, shoulders bumping as the idly kicked their feet in the water.

Sero cracked open his beer and looked a him suspiciously.

“It’s a sex thing isn’t it?” He asked like he didn’t really want an answer.

Kaminari sighed laying his cheek on the sun warmed concrete after taking a long sip of his beer.

“Yeah.” He answered a little shakily, rubbing at his eyes tiredly.

The tape slinger sighed, taking another sip.

“Alright, lay it on me.” He said laying head down on his forearm.

“You sure dude?” He asked hesitantly.

“Wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t wanna know. Besides we’re hanging out to catch up, and part of catching up is talking shit out sometimes.” He said sagely.

He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah but why do I always gotta be the bitch with shit going on?” He said scrubbing a hand though his hair.

Sero shrugged, bumping their shoulders together again.

“Dude you’ve got TWO boyfriends. That’s double the relationship problems.”

He… kind of had a point. Overall they were pretty functional and open about most things. They equaled each other out pretty well. He didn’t know why he hadn’t brought this particular insecurity up, other than just being embarrassed about something so silly bothering him.

He sighed, taking several long sips of his drink.

“So we all switch a lot, if you get what I mean.” He started a little shyly.

“Switch like top and bottom wise?” He asked in a judgment free tone.

“Yeah,” he said playing with the tab on his can. “Bakugou and I bottom most times with Kirishima, but it’s normally a toss up with just the two of us. We’re both honestly kinda cock slu- sorry that’s probably too much information.” He stopped himself and downed the rest of his drink.

He chanced a look over at Sero who’s cheeks were a little red.

“No you’re fine.” He said finishing his own drink, pulling himself out of the water and wordlessly grabbing each of them a fresh beer. “I need another drink for the rest of this conversation though.”

Sero wasn’t a prude or anything, they’d talked about sex before, but just surface level things not the gory details like he was broaching now.

“Okay” he said lowering himself back into the water when they both had a fresh drink in hand. “You and Bakugou are cock sluts, got it. Carry on.”

He laughed at that, sighing before continuing.

“Ei, likes to bottom sometimes, but he almost always goes to Kats for it.” He said chewing on his lip. “And it just makes me a little self conscious I guess? Or insecure? Jealous isn’t really the right word but maybe that’s it a little bit too.” He admitted.

“Okay? What makes you self conscious about that?” He asked encouragingly

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “Like did he not like it the times I did top him?”

“Did he SEEM like he didn’t like it?” He asked over the rim of his can.

Kaminari’s face warmed at the memory.

He’d barely pressed in when Kirishima came, tightening so hard around him he’d cum almost instantly after.

“Yeah.” He said taking a large gulp, suddenly parched. “I mean he came pretty fast. So I guess he did.”

“Christ,” Sero muttered, downing more of his drink. “Okay so maybe just ask him?”

Kaminari’s face went up in flames.

“But it’s so embarrassing.” He whined, throwing his head against Sero’s shoulder dramatically. “After dating for this long still feeling liked this about who he turns to when he wants his back blown out?” He blew a raspberry into the air.

“Well if it’s bothering you, it’s worth bringing up.” He said turning to him the best he could with his head still on his shoulder.

“Yeah I guess you’re-“

“OI!” Bakugou’s brash voice cut thought the yard from the sliding glass door. He was wearing sinfully short black swim trunks and holding a towel under his arm.“You making a move on my boyfriend Soy Sauce?”

Kaminari smirked and playfully wrapped his arms around Sero’s broad shoulders.

“Oh babe you caught us!” He wailed jokingly.

Sero played into the joke, grabbing his arm and leaning his head on top of his own.

“Oh no Bakugou it’s a shame you had to find out this way!” He jabbed.

“Fuckers!” Bakugou yelled tossing his towel onto a chair and taking a running jump over them into the water.

He grabbed them both pulling them under, beers safely perched on the side.

Kaminari thrashed around, head breaching the surface. He gasped for air laughing uncontrollably as he swam away and watched Sero and his boyfriend play wrestle in the water. Sero eventually called uncle, clinging to the side catching his breath.

Kami’s head was a little fuzzy as he finished his second beer. Already pulling himself out for another one.

“Want a beer sweetheart?” He asked Bakugou, who barley seemed winded on the other side of the pool.

“Yeah I’ll take one.” He said bracing himself on the edge with his elbows.

The three of them settled in and chatted idly swimming around some until the sun started to set.

Bakugou rolled his shoulders as he got out. “Guess I’ll go get dinner going. You staying to eat tape face?” He asked over his shoulder.

Sero, who had downed three more beers, was floating peacefully on the surface of the pool. He held up a thumbs up in response.

“Babe why don’t we just order something, you worked most of today.” He called after him.

“Because we already had take out twice this week. You want us to get fat?” He said disappearing inside.

He and Sero eventually spilled out of the pool, drunkenly shoving each other on their way into the house.

“Oi!” Bakugou yelled from the kitchen. “Go get changed Before you drip all over the floor. And don’t even THINK about sitting down on the couch until you have!”

“Yes mom!” Sero teased, snickering as he followed Kaminari up the stairs.

Kaminari snickered back at him as he heard Bakugou yell after them.

“You wanna borrow something?” He asked as they cleared the stairs and headed to the bedroom, bare feet padding lightly on the soft carpet.

“Yeah I didn’t think about bringing more clothes.” He said scratching shyly at the back of his head.

He dug though his designated drawer in the dresser and grabbed a pair of sweats that were too long for him, and a plain white shirt.

“Here ya go.” He handed him the soft pile of clothes and stripped out of his own swim trunks and pulled on a different pair of sweats.

Sero laughed “Some things never change.” He said changing out of his wet trunks quickly.

“What do ya mean?” He slurred, pulling a shirt over his head.

“You never were shy about getting naked in front of other people.” He laughed pulling on the borrowed shirt.

He thought about if for a second and shrugged.

“Nothing to be shy about when you know you look good.” He joked completing it with finger guns.

Laughing, they made their way back down stairs. They ended up firing up the game station while they waited for dinner. Kirishima padded in behind the couch after a while, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“Hey baby.” He greeted, then turned to Sero. “Hey bro how you been?!”

“I’m good buddy.” He said glancing his way, and doing a double take. “Jeez dude every time I see you you’re bigger.” He sighed. “Leave some muscle for the rest of us!”

Kirishima laughed, full bellied and warm, throwing up an arm to flex. Kaminari mentally drooled.

“Gotta keep getting bigger so I can stay sturdy you know.”

“Hey! Dinner!” Bakugou called setting out big bowls filled with food in the center of the table.

They settled in and ate chatting comfortably. Kirishima asked Sero about the wedding, they’d finally picked a date in December. Sero asked them about work, they told him about how they’d been toying with the idea of starting their own agency. It would be hard, but at this stage they were just brain storming.

By the time the table was cleared and he’d walked sero out to his car and said goodnight he was beat. Falling into bed between his boyfriends with a sigh.

Kirishima’s arm around him reminded him of his earlier dilemma, but as his breath evened out, he silently decided that the problem wasn’t going anywhere.

⚡️🪨💥

Only that was a week ago and genuinely the last free day he’d had. Kirishima and Bakugou had been equally as busy.

It had been a hell of a week too. He’d beaten himself up for days over a little girl having broken her leg on scene where he was trying to save her. He was too slow and she’d fallen down some stairs.

Then the next day he’d broken his pinky while stunning a bad guy. He’d fallen on him and bent the finger back painfully. Thankfully a medic was able to heal it for him but it was still stiff a few days later as he typed on his lap top in their home office finishing up some paperwork from his morning shift.

They’d set up a big table with three work stations for them rather than getting individual desks. That way if they were all working at once they’d be able to be close. On the wall was a big cork board with color coordinated push pins for each of them so their memos and research didn’t get mixed in with one another’s. Under it was a filing cabinet that housed important paperwork, and next to that was a little table with a coffee maker for late nights.

He sighed as he leaned back and cracked his neck, groaning at the release of pressure.

“Hey baby.” Kirishima filled the doorway with his mass as he leaned against it. “It’s about time for dinner. Want me to heat up some leftovers and we can pick a show and eat on the couch?”

He smiled at him happily. Bakugou had the late shift tonight so it was just the two of them for the first time in a while.

“Sounds good to me! I’m almost done with this so I’ll be down in a minute.” He said.

Kaminari had honestly kind of forgotten about the issue he’d talked out with Sero the other day. But now as their empty bowls from dinner sat on the coffee table and he lounged against Kirishima’s side with his large arm thrown over his shoulder, it’s all he could think about.

The stress of not knowing how to bring it up was straining his back. Apparently enough that the red head noticed because he started massaging his trap, making him lean his head back and groan at the delicious pressure.

“You okay Denks? You seem tense.” He said shifting so he could dig his fingers into the other trap muscle. “Something on your mind?”

‘If it’s bothering you, it’s worth bringing up.’

Sero’s voice echoed in his head.

He chewed on his lip for a moment. Well now’s as good as any time.

“Do-” he hesitated trying to figure out the best way to ask. “Do you not like the way I top?”

Kirishima’s hand paused on his shoulders.

“What?” He asked confused.

He sighed and turned to face him on the couch.

“I mean, it just seems like I’m not your first choice when you want to bottom. Which is fine you know, I just kinda wanna know why I guess? Like is it my size? Or is it the way I do it?” He could feel himself loosing track of what he was saying but now he couldn’t stop. “Obviously I can’t do anything about my size other than try to pack on more muscle, but even then I don’t know how much more I’d be able to bulk up cause of ya know genetics. But if it’s something I’m not doing right or something I’m doing that you don’t like you just gotta -“

“Woah okay calm down.” He said cupping his face in his warm hands. “Is this why you ran off when you walked in on us and gave me a blow job the other day?”

His face warmed. So he’d definitely been really obvious then.

“Uh yeah, kinda.” He admitted.

Kirishima smiled at him in that gentle way that always made him melt.

“Baby I’m sorry, I never meant to make you feel insecure or anything. I actually,” he pulled a hand away to nervously scratch at his nose. “Really like when you top me.” He admitted.

Kaminari tilted his head in confusion.

“Well then I’m still confused. Is it just a coincidence that you always seem to go for Bakugou unless he’s not here or..?”

“Uhm, no I uh,” his face was turning pink. “I like when you top me a little /too/ much. I always cum too fast and it’s a little embarrassing.” He admitted pulling his hand away from his cheek to cover his face.

Oh.

OH.

Oh shit that makes so much sense now.

He smiled a little slyly.

“Sweetheart, I don’t mind if you cum too fast.” He said reaching for the red head’s hand and pulling it away from his face so he could look at him. “I can always keep going you know.”

He practically saw the lust cloud the red head’s eyes. Kirishima was always wringing second and sometimes even a third or more orgasms from them, but they’d only achieved the same for him a handful of times. Not for lack of trying, he just tended to get over sensitive. It’s also why he likes to take care of them first most of the time.

“You want that?” He said voice pitching lower, pulling him closer by the back of the neck. “Want me to take you apart and keep going even when you beg me to stop?”

He watched sharp teeth press into his soft lower lip.

“Yeah.” He finally said, eyes half lidded, cheeks dusted with pink.

Kaminari leaned in to press their lips together, humming happily into it as it deepened.

When they separated he pressed their foreheads together.

“Wanna move to the bedroom?” He asked.

Kirishima nodded and the flipped the tv off as Kaminari gathered their dishes, quickly rinsing them off and putting them up in the dishwasher. Last thing he wanted was to forget about them and Bakugou get home to dirty dishes in the sink.

Once they were in the bedroom, Kaminari pressed down on Kirishima’s shoulders, urging him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“So what exactly about me topping gets you so hot?” He asked curiously as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Kirishima did the same, tossing his shirt somewhere behind him.

“Dunno.” He said already looking a little lust drunk, leaning back on his hands. “Something about you being in control just does it for me. ‘S why I love watching you take care of Kats too.”

Heat pooled in his crotch. He was already achingly hard. Somehow he got the impression that it was going to be more of a problem holding off his own orgasm. That’s nothing he can’t handle though.

“Okay, I can work with that.”

Kaminari leaned forward, bracing his hands on Kirishima’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Take your pants off sweetheart.” He whispered in his ear.

While he did just that Kaminari padded over to the nightstand to grab lube, then slid his own pants and underwear down, kicking them aside so he wouldn’t trip over them. He stopped short and smiled at the sight of the red head laying on the bed, watching him expectantly.

“Look at you all laid out for me. Like a present.” He said skimming his fingers along his abs, watching as goosebumps rippled across his skin.

He climbed onto the bed over the sturdy hero, crowding in between his thick thighs. Slicking his fingers with the lube, he hefted one of his legs over his shoulder and slid a finger slowly into the puckering entrance. Kirishima arched up off the bed, letting out a raspy groan.

“So sensitive.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh. “And look at this.” He said looking down at the leg in his grasp. “Shit Ei your thigh is almost as big as my whole toros.” He mused, pressing in and up with his finger, watching a flush slide up his sun kissed body.

His moan cracked through the room as he pressed up against his prostate.

“Greedy thing.” He said channeling a little dominance into his voice. “You’re sucking me in already and I’ve only got one finger in you.”

“More, please.” Kirishima panted shifting his hips, trying his best to press his finger in further.

He hummed, “Only because you asked so sweetly.” He said letting his leg slide off his shoulder so he could lean forward and press open mouthed kisses across his abs.

Heat rolled through him when he pressed a second finger in and Kirishima moaned like he was already fucking him.

“You’re so reactive.” The blonde murmured against full pecs, before licking across them, being sure to leave a thick trail of saliva behind. Kirishima always liked when things got messy, and he was happy to appease that side of him.

He started thrusting his fingers in and out, angling right for his prostate, surging forward to capture his lips in a rough kiss as he added a third finger.

He wrapped his free hand around the panting red head’s thick neck, blunt nails digging into the thin skin there. Moaning into the kiss, sharp teeth nipped his lower lip. Kirishima pulled back, gasping.

“Denki, please.” He said grasping him by both biceps.”don’t make me cum before you’re even inside me.” He whined.

He smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Okay I’ve got you.”

Slipping his fingers out he pumped himself a few times, slicking his length with the unused lube on his hand. He spread his legs apart, lewdly exposing his twitching entrance.

“So pretty down here.” He said licking his lips and pressing in.

Kirishima bowed off the bed, moaning loudly, making him thankful they didn’t share walls with anyone anymore.

He moaned, burying his face in Kirishima’s chest, biting down on the built muscle there, pulling another noise from him. Once he was sure he wasn’t going to immediately blow his load he started thrusting, slow and deep.

“Fuck baby that’s good.” Kirishima said, threading his fingers in his hair and pulling lightly at the roots.

He felt a growl leave his throat and he scooped his hips up to nail his prostate.

“Oh shit.” He said scraping his blunt nails up his back.

He hissed at the sting and doubled down on that angle. The hot walls around him were already tightening, he groaned and shifted so he could whisper hotly into his ear.

“You gonna come for me already sweetheart?”

The answering whine spurred him on as he roughly bit down on Kirishima’s neck.

Cum splattered against his abs, dripping down onto the red head’s torso.

“Theeerr we go.” He crooned and sat up to admire the mess he’d made of his boyfriend.

Kirishima after an orgasm was always a thing of beauty, especially when he’s on his back under him. Long hair spread out around his head like a fiery halo, face flushed, eyes clouded over with pleasure. He smiled warmly, thrusting a few times as he swiped his finger through some of the cum on his own abs and slipped his fingers into his mouth. Kirishima moaned at the sight, dick twitching and spurting out more white liquid.

Kaminari blinked at him in surprise.

“Did you just… cum again?” He asked still rolling his hips.

Kirishima threw his arms over his face and whined.

“Yes…” he warbled. “You’re so fucking hot I can’t stand it.”

He felt a devious grin split his face

Grabbing both his thighs he hefted them up on his hips, pulling him forward on the bed.

“Let’s see if we can make it three before I cum.” He said snapping his hips up roughly.

He propped one leg on his shoulder again and bit down roughly on the tender inside, licking a stripe over top of the spot. He watched as Kirishima bit down on his own bicep, arms still thrown over his eyes.

“Don’t hide from me sweetheart.” He said smoothly.

Kirishima hesitated but lifted his arms up above his head, gripping the sheets instead so he could see his debauched face.

“There you are.” He said sweetly pressing gentle kissed on his thigh.

He doubled down on his pace, making sure he nailed his prostate with every thrust. There was a steady stream of whines and moans coming from the man under him and he could feel himself approaching his own orgasm.

He reached between them and started pumping his still mostly hard dick. Barely two stroked in he could feel him tightening around him again.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, let it go for me.” He crooned.

His dick gave one more twitch as he clamped down around him. A small amount of cum shot out across his stomach.

But Kaminari didnt stop.

He keep nailing his prostate and pumping him.

“D- Denki!” Kirishima moaned as his whole body pulled tight.

His heels dug into the mattress as he arched up with one long moan. He twitched in his hand again as a thin liquid drooled out of him, spreading across his belly and dripping over his sides into the sheets.

At first he thought it was really thin cum.

But it was /too/ thin to be that.

Shock washed over him as he realized what it was and he paused, still gripping his large slightly softening dick.

“D- did you just…” he painted out.

Kirishima let out a mortified whine.

“Ohmygod I can’t believe I just did that.” He whine covering his face with his arms again.

He was bright red all the way down to his nipples.

Something about the way he whined so cutely and still clamped down around him made heat rush through him and with a new vigor.

He looked down at the mess on the red head’s stomach, the small amount of pee mixed in with all his cum made him look absolutely filthy.

Releasing his dick she slid his finger through it, rubbing it into his skin.

Kirishima shuddered.

Huh.

Interesting.

“Did it feel good?” He finally asked.

It took Kirishima a moment to answer So he thrusted into him meanly, making him moan again.

“Y- yeah.” He admitted finally peeking at him from under his arms. “But that’s why I’m always hesitant to keep going after I cum. It always feels like /that’s/ gonna happen”

It was cute the way he couldn’t even say it.

Kaminari started rolling his hips again, making the man under him moan again.

“Aw sweetheart, you’ve been holding yourself back because of this?” He asked tilting his head coyly.

“Yeah.” Kirishima huffed out.

“Don’t hide from me baby.” He said soothingly, spreading more of the mess up his abs.

Kirishima reluctantly pulled his arms away above his head again. His face made his heart stutter.

Oh.

Okay.

He smiled lewdly.

“Naughty thing, were you trying to hide how good you feel?” He asked.

Because the red head’s face was so blissed out he looked like he was moments from cumming again as he continued to roll his hips. Sharp teeth dug into his bottom lip as he whined.

“Let’s see if we can get another orgasm before I cum, hm?” He said before picking up the pace, slamming into him again, continuing the abuse in his prostate.

“Oh fuck.” Kirishima cried out as he arched off the bed again.

He started tightening impossibly around him once again.

“Let go sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He crooned as his own orgasm coiled inside him.

With another world shattering moan, he came again. More thin liquid drooled out, gathering in the valleys of his abs and spilling over again, the sheets around him darkening with it.

Watching him let go completely was his undoing. His orgasm slammed through him. He threw his head back, moaning up at the ceiling.

He held the position while he came down from the high. The staccato of their breaths were all that filled the room.

He looked down at Kirishima, smiling softly as he looked over his face. He looked thoroughly wrung out.

Kaminari leaned forward, shivering as his torso pressed against the cooling liquid, and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He whispered.

The flush returned to Kirishima’s face and he tried to cover it with his hands. He caught his thick wrists and shushed him.

“None of that sweetheart, you’re okay.” He said pressing another kiss to his forehead.

He corralled him into the en-suite bathroom, getting them both in the shower, letting the water warm up before grabbing the handheld shower head and rinsing the red head off before himself. Grabbing a soft washcloth and Kirishima’s favorite lavender body wash, he sudsed it up and gently swiped it across Kirishima’s body, stopping to rub soothing circles on his shoulders when he turned him around. He then quickly scrubbed himself down and rinsed them off.

“You wanna soak in the tub for a bit or just get in bed?” He asked gently.

“Bed.” He answered looking dead on his feet.

“Okay hang tight a second.” He sat him down on the edge of the tub after wrapping a soft towel round his waist.

Kaminari quickly padded into the bedroom and pulled on the sweats he was wearing earlier. He hastily stripped the sheets off the bed as well as the waterproof mattress protector that they’d invested in after they ruined their first mattress from cumming on it so much. He tossed them straight into the washer and busied himself with putting fresh sheets on the bed.

Once he’d done that he pulled Kirishima up from the tub and pressed him into bed after pulling on his favorite pair of sleep shorts.

They melted into the mattress once they laid down. Kaminari rolled over and smiled softly at the satisfied look on his boyfriend’s face.

“So you wanna talk about it now or wait for Kats to be home?” He asked gently.

Kirishima groaned and pulled his body against him, swooping down to bury his face in his neck.

“Wait til Kats gets home. I don’t think I can have this conversation twice.” He whined.

“Okay sweetheart.” He said a pressing another kiss into his damp hair before they passed out.

⚡️🪨💥

The next morning, or afternoon really, they all sat around their dining table with steaming mugs of coffee in front of them after a late breakfast. They’d all slept in since none of them had work until that evening, a rare instance when their schedules lined up.

Bakugou was clutching his second favorite Almight mug in his hands as he sipped slowly from it, hair still sleep ruffled.

“Sounds like you two had quite the adventure last night.” He said, voice still gravely from sleep.

“I’d say so.” Kaminari said cheerily, already on his third cup of coffee.

Kirishima was hunched over the table trying his best to get his hands to swallow his face.

“I went to the DOCTOR about it! I thought something was wrong with me.” He groaned.

Kirishima had always had a bit of a weak bladder, having embarrassingly admitted a few times that he’d peed a little while trying to hold up rubble from a collapsing building, or lifting something heavy while handling situation. His hero pants were black so it never showed through but he’d still get embarrassed and run off quickly after. He said most times he didn’t even realize it had happened until afterwards.

Kaminari patted his shoulder comfortingly.

“So does it feel good because you’re pissing,” Bakugou asked pausing to take another sip. “Or is it the release of an orgasm that just makes you piss?”

Kirishima whined, red all the way to his hairline.

“I think it’s just my muscles relaxing from the orgasm?” He said, “I dunno the idea of peeing during sex doesn’t exactly do it for me. But the relief after feels good.”

“S’at why you’re always threatening to piss on us all the time?” Kaminari asked bluntly, taking another sip of his coffee, as if they were just discussing the weather.

Bakugou snorted into his mug.

Kirishima peeked between his fingers.

“No that’s me just being a possessive prick. I’d never actually do that.” He said calmly.

Bakugou laughed at that, the sound always made his stomach swoop.

“Well it definitely makes sense why you love wringing organisms out of us like it’s your purpose in life before you’ve even cum once.” The brash blonde said matter of factly.

Kirishima dragged a hand down his face, finally siting back in his chair and picking up his favorite Crimson Riot mug to sip out of it.

“I mean I also just like making you guys feel good. But it’s definitely not my most manly trait.” He mumbled into his mug.

Kaminari frowned at that. He set his mug down and reached for his hand that was resting on the table top, rubbing soothing circles on the back.

“Hey you known this doesn’t change the way we think of you right?” He asked soothingly.

The red head frowned and sighed.

“No I know that, it just doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. And it’s gross.” He admitted.

“Hey,” Bakugou said from across the table, “you’ve had your tongue in both of our assholes before. I think we can handle a little accidental piss every now and then.”

Kirirshima blinked surprisingly and then laughed.

He felt something inside him unclench at the sound.

“Guess I hadn’t really thought of that.” He said smiling a little shyly. “I guess just make sure I’m not on anything I can ruin before trying to get me off more than once.”

He and Bakugou shared an excited grin.

“I think we can manage that.”

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Notes:

I’ll be taking a bit of a break, so there won’t be an update for probably a week or more. I also think this next chapter might be it for this little series of mine, unless anyone has some ideas that I could include? Im open to suggestions so leave them in the comments.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of Kaminari kinda hates Bakugou… kinda of