Class 1A's New Year's Party (Gone Wrong)(Gone Sexual)

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Underage
Category: M/M, Multi
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero
Academia
Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou,
Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Iida Tenya,
Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki, Bakugou Katsuki/Everyone, Bakugou
Katsuki/Class 1-A
Character: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou,
Iida Tenya, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta
Additional Tags: Gangbang, Drunk Sex, Drinking, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Degradation,
spitting, Light Bondage, Begging, Cock Slut Bakugou Katsuki, Bottom
Bakugou Katsuki, Top Midoriya Izuku, Top Todoroki Shouto, Top
Kirishima Eijirou, Bad Boy Kink?, is that a thing?, Bakugou Katsuki has
a thing for Izuku being a bad boy, This is technically Bakugou
Katsuki/Everyone, But there is a bit of a heavier focus on Bakugou
Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Because Bakugou getting put in his place by
the kid he bullied is hot, Scent Kink, Mind Break, Quirk Play (My Hero
Academia), ball worship, This is NOT a lesson in safe sex!
Collections: Behold the Sacred Texts
Stats: Published: 2021-01-05 Words: 9599

Class 1A's New Year's Party (Gone Wrong)(Gone Sexual)

by Dekuism_Fanatic

Summary

The boys are having a New Year's Party, and Bakugou is in for a battle for his pride!

First he has to prove he can handle his alcohol...despite never drinking before. Then he has
to prove he can handle sex...despite being a virgin. Then he has to prove he can handle
being passed around by all of his classmates! Wait...what?

Notes

This technically features every boy in class 1A banging Bakugou, but only half of them
actually get described by name while the rest are just referred to as 'the rest of the boys'.
This is because the less relevant boys of the class aren't relevant enough for me to care to
write them in.
See the end of the work for more notes

It all began with Kaminari sneaking in an entire box of sake into the dorms. “It’s the start of the
new year! We have to kick it off with a bang!” He’d insisted. Given how loud he was about
wanting to drink with the rest of the guys in class 1A, it was a wonder how Aizawa didn’t catch
them.

All the rooms in 1A were of equal size, but somehow Iida’s room seemed like the biggest, so that
was how all of the guys ended up cramming in there no matter how vehemently Iida rejected the
notion of them getting drunk. In the end, Iida relented since they were going to do it anyway, so he
had to at least be there to supervise.

Not that any of that mattered to Bakugou. In fact, none of it mattered to him. He sat off to the side,
teeth clenched in annoyance as Kaminari popped the bottles open as soon as the clock struck
twelve. They didn’t even bother with cups as they downed sake straight from the bottles. A
headache was starting to nag at Bakugou’s skull as the question of why he’d even agreed to sit in
on this ‘party’ grew ever more relevant.

“K-Kacchan?” Deku approached him slowly after scooting away from the rowdy gang of drinking
teenage boys. “You aren’t going to join them?”

Bakugou had half a mind to grab the nearest bottle and smash the glass over Deku’s head for even
daring to talk to him. This night was already enough of a pain. “Why should I have to participate in
stupid shit like this? And you...I can’t believe a nerd like you is okay with this.”

Deku prodded his pointer fingers together, eyes cast down to the floor. “I just wanted to be here to
support Iida since they were going to be using his room! And besides...even if I don’t want to
participate in all... that …” he glanced back to the boys shouting and laughing and chugging bottles
in the most irresponsible ways possible, “I didn’t want to be the one to sit out when Kaminari
wanted all of us to be here! That would just spoil the fun for everyone else if I ruined it, right?”

The nerd’s voice alone was enough to get Bakugou’s palms sweaty—an innate reflex towards
annoying things. “You’re pathetic. Figures you’re a total pushover since you’ve never had any
friends before this.”

He waited for a sniffle or maybe just a sad sigh to leave the nerd’s mouth, but instead all he got
was silence. When he glanced up to make sure his insult wasn’t being ignored, he was met with
Deku’s strained eyes—almost narrowed—staring directly at him. It almost sent goosebumps up
Bakugou’s arm.

He exploded to his feet with clenched fists immediately. “What?! You got something to say to me,
nerd?!” He snapped. No way was Deku just staring down at him after getting insulted like that.
That must’ve been a challenge.

Deku’s silence was almost as eerie as it was annoying. Bakugou had never felt this sensation
before of his spine tingling. The way Deku just silently looked at him with tense eyebrows, as if he
was the annoyed one and not Bakugou…

Finally, Deku sighed and looked away, and Bakugou puffed out his chest. Deku had looked away
first, therefore, Bakugou was the winner. As usual.

The sudden tension between them was ready to spark into an actual explosion any second now, but
before that could happen, Kaminari tripped his way over to them and caught himself with an arm
around Deku’s shoulder.

“He-hey!” He hiccuped, lifting a bottle of sake. “Aren’t you two gonna drink, drink, drink up? I
have plenty of bottles...ah, don’t worry about where I got them...I can’t tell...no, I can’t tell you…”
He sighed, hanging his head against Deku’s shoulder as Deku smiled.

“Kaminari...are you drunk?”

“What kinda stupid question is that?” Bakugou cut in, arms crossed. “Sparky is built like a twig. Of
course he can’t handle his alcohol.”

Kaminari burst back to life, grinning at Bakugou. “Oh? But you can?”

Somehow, all eyes in the room seemed to drift towards them at that exact moment, and the
loudness of their party had even died down, like the world was putting a spotlight on Bakugou and
thrusting him onto the stage with no warning whatsoever.

Sweat trickled down Bakugou’s neck as he scoffed and squeezed his arms across his chest harder.
“Of...of course I can! You’re weak as shit, sparky, getting drunk from just a few sips. As if a tiny
bottle of sake is enough to put me out of it.”

Kaminari hiccuped and even sparked with a bit of electricity, though Deku didn’t even wince from
the quick shock as he continued to help Kaminari balance and stand. “Wooooow...how much did
you have to practice to be able to handle a bottle like this?” Kaminari slurred.

More sweat dampened Bakugou’s forehead as he scowled. “I don’t have to ‘practice’ to be the best
at anything! Especially not something like—”

“Oh my god.” It was Sero who spoke up from the back of the room. “You’ve never drank alcohol
before.”

The silence in the room seemed to grow even more deafening as Bakugou’s face heated up. “Shut
up, tape-face! Who the fuck cares anyways, huh?!”

Kirishima sauntered up to him with an elbow to the ribs. He must’ve thought it was much softer
than it actually was—Bakugou grumbled a bit at the hit while Kirishima just smiled at the rest of
the guys and set his own bottle aside. “Hey, it’s okay! I’m sure Bakugou isn’t the only one here
who’s never tried alcohol before...not everyone sneaks it behind their parents’ backs, Kaminari!”
He laughed. The rest of the room laughed, too, and Bakugou’s sweaty palms fell back to his sides,
relaxing just slightly as he watched Kirishima ease the atmosphere.

“That’s ironic for you to say that when you’ve done it before, too!” Kaminari threw back, and
Kirishima scratched the back of his head, unable to deny it.

“Well...Iida’s probably never drank before, right?” Kirishima supplied.

All eyes turned to a blushing Iida—responsible, class rep Iida, who was only here to supervise their
drunken night. When the silence became far too incriminating and the rest of the guys began
gasping and jumping to their own conclusions, he finally spoke up. “I-it was only because of my
brother! Just at a few parties of his, and he gave it to me and I didn’t know…”

Even with that explanation, Sero was howling with the revelation that even Iida had drank before
whereas Bakugou hadn’t.

The red had spread farther across Bakugou’s cheeks now as he clenched his fists until they were
smoking. His eyes darted across the room of judgemental boys before landing on the nerd himself,
right in front of him.

“Deku!” He shouted, bringing all eyes to the pathetic loser himself who had no life. Good. They
should be laughing at Deku, not at him. “Deku’s never done anything before. He’s as much of a
loser as it gets.”

Kaminari prodded Deku’s side with his fingers with a cheeky grin, as if he’d found a new target to
torment for the night. All other eyes were also on Deku, and Deku looked around at them all
before finally he made eye contact with Bakugou once again. And once again, his face took on that
same look before. There were no traces of his usual signature blush or the wide-eyed white panic
flashing in his eyes. All of it was gone, replaced with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips directed
straight at Bakugou. The weird, tingling sensation returned.

Finally, Deku gave a small laugh and rubbed his arm. “W-well...it was just once, but...ah, and it
was only a small sip! I got my mom’s drink mixed up with something else, and—”

He didn’t get to finish before the room erupted into shouts of surprise. Kaminari cheered and
shoved his bottle of sake into Deku’s hands, while others shouted at Bakugou, presumably
concluding that he was the only alcohol-virgin in this room even compared to Deku, but Bakugou
couldn’t hear any of their exact words. His hearing had been reduced to the ringing of his own
brain, eyes wide and face exploding with the heat of embarrassment. Why should they look down
on him for something like this? Why should he have to be the laughing stock of the night?

“FUCK OFF!” With a small explosion in his palm, Bakugou stomped forward and snatched the
bottle of sake out of Deku’s hands. “All I have to do is drink this?” He stared at the bottle with
hatred before shoving it to his lips and tipping back, and just like that, a stream of sweet liquid
rushed down his throat—and it didn’t stop.

Distantly, he heard the shouts of his classmates cheering, other than Kirishima who was gently
tugging at his arm, trying to reason with him and tell him that he was chugging way more than
even anyone else in the class. Bakugou just swatted Kirishima away so he could keep chugging the
bottle. If even Deku was trying to show him up, then fine! Bakugou would drink the most alcohol
of anyone in this room, and then he’d like to seem them try to make fun of him!

At some point the bottle ran out, and he tossed it aside. The shattering glass had Iida screeching in
panic, but Bakugou ignored him as he shook his head like a wet dog and spat on the floor. “Fuck!
Tastes like shit!” He grumbled. Someone somewhere in the room made an offhand comment about
how it only tasted bad because it was his first time, and just like that, Bakugou grabbed another
bottle in both hands before chugging, ignoring how the sticky liquid messily ran down his chin and
neck and shirt. He could feel all eyes on him, watching him prove them wrong. It sent a rush of
adrenaline coursing through his veins, or maybe that was just the alcohol numbing his brain and
making him succumb to the thrill. He didn’t know anymore as he chugged and chugged and let the
cheering boys around him drag him deeper and deeper into his drinking spree.

Time became an illusion. His mouth was filled with the taste of alcohol. His nose was plugged with
the smell of it, his fingers sticky from the messy bottles, and his head was so, so warm and heavy.
He threw the bottle aside, ignoring the shattering sound as he fell back against the couch he was
sitting on. “Fuck...too fu-ucking easy!” He stuttered. Was he even sitting down still? It was like he
couldn’t feel anything, couldn’t make sense of anything…

...except the sight before him. The sight of Deku sitting on a couch on the opposite side of the
room. He sat with his legs spread, one hand behind his head as he tentatively accepted a bottle of
sake from Todoroki. They were talking about something. Mouths, moving. Deku laughed
nervously, glanced down to the bottle, then down to the floor...then, his eyes found Bakugou’s, and
the illusion of time froze just for them, like their own personal hideout, letting their eyes fixate on
each other.

Then, ever so slowly, as if fighting against the frozen time, Deku lifted the bottle of alcohol to his
lips, tilted his head back, and then...his throat began moving, all while his eyes stayed on Bakugou.

Some of the clear fluid slipped out of Deku’s mouth down his chin and throat, and something
inside of Bakugou exploded.

“Fuck! It’s so hot!” He snapped at no one in particular, ripping his shirt off and collapsing back
against the couch again. Shit, he really hadn’t been sitting. Or maybe he’d just stood up like an
idiot while watching Deku of all people—shitty, nerdy Deku—drink that bottle of alcohol in the
least nerdy way possible. Shit, what did that even mean? What did anything mean? Thinking was
so fucking hard right now…

“Hey!” Kaminari’s voice suddenly broke through the fog like a banshee’s scream—shrill and high-
pitched and fucking annoying. “Didn’t expect you to start stripping before Kirishima. Normally
that’s his thing!” He giggled in a way-too-drunk way before offering Bakugou another bottle.

A challenge? As if Bakugou would back down at this point. He snatched the bottle out of
Kaminari’s hands and shakily lifted it to his lips. Half of the alcohol missed his mouth and face
completely, instead dripping down onto his neck and bare chest. Fuck, his torso was practically
shining with the spilled liquid now.

“Hey, I can do that, too!” A drunk Kirishima began stripping from somewhere else in the room, but
Bakugou paid it no attention as he stared down at his own chest covered in alcohol.

“Fuck...this is your fault.” He snapped at Kaminari, who was staring at him with wide eyes.

Instead of denying it or even replying to it, Kaminari just scooted closer and licked his lips. “You
know...you’ve got a pretty good bod, don’t you? What am I even saying?” He giggled drunkenly
some more.

Bakugou grumbled and set the bottle aside. He’d accidentally spilled it all over himself instead of
drinking it, but he’d still emptied the bottle so he was going to count that as a win. “Don’t talk to
me unless you’re bringing me more…yer so fucking annoying.”

Kaminari giggled again, elbows on his knees, leaning forward way too close towards Bakugou.
“You weren’t lying about being able to drink a lot...I think! I can’t really tell if you’re drunk or
not! I’m still just surprised you were the good boy here out of all of us, though!”

If Bakugou had enough focus to find a bottle in that moment, he would’ve slammed it across
Kaminari’s face as his nostrils flared. “I’ll kill you.”

“C’mon, man! Give him a break!” Kirishima insisted, suddenly slumping down on the other side
of the couch, also shirtless. “Pretty cool that we got to give him his first time drinking, right? Not
like any of us are experts at this!”

“I’m just saying it’s still surprising is all!” Kaminari defended himself as Bakugou’s eyes went
back and forth between his bickering friends. “I mean at this rate, he’ll be the last to lose his
virginity, even!”

Kirishima sighed as he leaned back, and Bakugou’s eyes briefly glanced down to his muscular
chest. “No way, no way! I’m sure Bakugou’s totally had his first kiss before!”
“That’s not even what I said!” Kaminari laughed, doubling over as if Kirishima’s drunken
confusion was the funniest thing in the world, but when Bakugou just stared at the floor in silence,
he straightened up again. “Wait, seriously? You’ve never kissed anyone?”

Even more heat flushed to Bakugou’s face and head—more than he ever thought was possible—as
he shoved Kaminari away from him. “Shut up!” He snapped, unable to even remember to at least
try to deny it.

But no matter how much he snapped and shouted at Kaminari, the dunce-face wouldn’t stop
laughing. Laughing at Bakugou. Looking down at him. Making fun of him.

“Fuck! Fine!” Bakugou growled, grabbing Kirishima by the hair before shoving their faces
together.

On cue, Kaminari’s laughter stopped completely, replaced with a dramatic gasp of shock as
Bakugou and Kirishima’s mouths messily moved together.

“Holy shit!” Sero screamed from across the room, and now everyone’s eyes were on Bakugou as
he chased the taste of sake on Kirishima’s tongue. Saliva was everywhere as Kirishima returned
the kiss, and before he knew it, Bakugou had practically straddled one of Kirishima’s knees to
press himself into the kiss as hard as possible.

When he finally pulled himself off of Kirishima, he was panting with saliva drooling down his
chin. His head was light like a cloud now, and his knees refused to work as he slumped back into
the couch and stared at the ceiling. Voices buzzed all around him from every angle, and he was
acutely aware of the many warm bodies that had now gathered much too close to his couch.

“Did Bakugou just—”

“That was crazy!”

“You kidding? That was fucking hot?”

“You gay, dude?”

“More like is Bakugou—”

“What just happened?”

The voices were so much. Bakugou’s head throbbed. His fingers dug into the cushions, looking for
anything to grip onto, to hold him down to reality. Ironically, but unsurprisingly, it was Kaminari’s
squeaky, annoying ass voice that gave Bakugou the strength to open his eyes again.

“Bakugou said he was tryna prove he’s not a virgin!” Kaminari declared.

He shot straight up, legs suddenly working again just so he could stand and tower over Kaminari.
“The fuck?! I never said that shit! I just—”

“Oooooh, Bakugou’s backing out now!” Someone else taunted.

Bakugou whipped around, ready to blast whoever said that to space, but he was met with an entire
crowd of the boys of class 1A.

“Hey, he’s gone quiet! Guess he really is too scared to get it on!”

His eyes snapped back to Kaminari.

“It’s okay, right guys? We get it—!” Before Kirishima could finish, Bakugou set off a mini
explosion in his palm.

“Fuck off! All I have to do is prove I’m not scared? Fine! I’ll fucking get it on with everyone here
if I have to!”

His own alcoholic breath was overwhelming in his mouth, as if reminding him of how he ended up
in this situation to begin with. His brain buzzed from the challenge he had just issued. Several of
the boys of class 1A had already passed out from drinking, but those that had crowded him were
very much awake, and very much drunk, and very much willing to take him up on his challenge.

Suddenly his legs gave out beneath him, only for him to end up falling into the chest of Todoroki.
Just the sight of that two-colored face made Bakugou growl. “Let me go, scar-face!”

The new nickname had Todoroki’s eye twitching, and without a word, he stepped back. Without
the support, Bakugou’s body crashed to the floor, and suddenly he was covered in several shadows,
all the boys standing over him in a circle, looking down at him, eyeing him as he stumbled to rise
to his hands and knees.

Someone’s foot landed on Bakugou’s ass and pushed him flat against the ground again, and just
like that, it was a domino effect as zippers went down all around Bakugou.

The sound was almost mesmerizing—clothes slid against skin, voices chattered excitedly, and
Bakugou could barely maintain his grasp on reality as his fingers traced the carpet beneath him.
How did he end up in a situation like this? He was on the floor, surrounded by his classmates who
now all had their dicks hovering above him...it was unlike anything he’d ever imagined.

He was ready to call this whole thing a drunken hallucination when hands suddenly grabbed his
own pants and yanked them off. Suddenly, the reality of the situation was crashing on him again as
his bare ass was exposed for the eyes of his classmates.

Someone whistled and stepped on his ass again to keep him down. “Damn, I never would’ve
thought he was packing like this…”

“Looks like the huge asshole has a huge ass!”

“Shit, this thing’s gotta be bigger than most of the girls!”

The foot stepped on his ass harder, finally getting a gasp out of Bakugou as he writhed and looked
up over his shoulder. “Fuck off! What the fuck do you think you fuckers are doing?”

To his shock, Kirishima was the one who crouched down with a grin. “We’re just doing what you
asked for, Bakugou! Don’t you remember?”

What sort of question was that? Remember? Remember what? Bakugou couldn’t remember
anything. It was hard enough to remember past the alcohol flooding his brain—it was even harder
when his best friend’s huge dick was dangling right in front of his eyes.

The longer that Kirishima stayed crouched in front of him, the longer his half-hard cock hung right
in front of Bakugou’s face. It looked like a fucking pipe with how big it was, so heavy that it
sagged against his big balls. Shit. Bakugou was starting to think he didn’t need to remember
anything other than the sight of Kirishima stepping closer, until his big cock rested right on top of
his face.

“Nnn…!” Bakugou moaned as the overpowering smell immediately hit his nose. Kirishima just
rubbed his cock over his face more, until the thick head prodded Bakugou’s nose, and suddenly the
dirty musk of a sweaty, drunk Kirishima was drowning out all of Bakugou’s senses and thoughts.

“Damn, who knew he was so easy?”

“His eyes look like they’re in love!”

“Stick your tongue out! Come on!”

It was so hard for Bakugou to make out whose voice was whose, but in the moment, Kirishima’s
command cut through everything. His brain was full of alcohol, and so it was all too easy for
Bakugou to blame everything he did on that as he stuck his tongue out, laying it flat against his best
friend’s hard cock.

A weight pressed down on his legs before a large cock began smacking against his ass cheeks like
a drum. “I didn’t think they’d bounce around so much.”

Shit, that was half-and-half’s voice! His cock was hot-dogging itself between Bakugou’s ass now,
and...fuuuuuck, why did that bastard of all people feel so big?

“There’s not enough room on the floor! Come on, let’s move him somewhere so we can all get in
on the action!”

Someone effortlessly lifted Bakugou off of the ground—a feat Bakugou couldn’t even accomplish
for himself right now—before he was dumped onto the couch. He immediately sunk into the
cushions, only for his legs to be pulled up into the air and then apart. Fuck, the world was spinning.

“Here, let me!” Sero came into view, dispensing tape from his elbows. Before Bakugou knew it,
his ankles were suspended in the air, supported by strings of tape that held his ankles up with the
help of the walls behind him. He was so spread open now, more exposed than ever before in his
life. And he was so, so fucking drunk.

“Damn, this ass really is the manliest!” Kirishima knelt by the couch and grabbed Bakugou’s ass
with both hands, groping and kneading the fat flesh in circles. “How much do you train down here,
bro?”

Bakugou’s mouth hung open for a few seconds before he found his answer. “...shut up. I’m not
your bro.”

Todoroki stepped onto the couch, blocking out Bakugou’s vision with his cock now. His pubic hair
was indeed half red, half white. Apparently it was the little details that still managed to slip past
the ocean of alcohol plaguing Bakugou’s brain.

“I’m surprised you can still tell us to ‘shut up’ when you’re like this, Bakugou.” Todoroki mused
as he gripped the base of his own cock, guiding it on top of Bakugou’s face.

“Tell us if his balls really are half-hot-half-cold!” Kaminari quipped.

Todoroki dragged his cock across Bakugou’s face. His balls smothered his nose, making Bakugou
choke on the strong smell of his rival. It seemed like just yesterday when Todoroki had thrown the
fight in the tournament—Bakugou never let Todoroki forget about that insult. Now here Todoroki
was, suffocating Bakugou with the smell of his cock.

“You really are easy,” Todoroki observed.

Bakugou’s eye twitched as he shoved his face against Todoroki’s cock to try and push it away.
“Shut up!” He snapped again, his mushy brain struggling to come up with insults. “I’m surprised
your cock isn’t scarred like your face!”

The air went silent.

Todoroki’s eyes were never cold. They were always devoid of warmth, but they were never
straight up cold. Mostly Todoroki just looked emotionless, more like air-headedness rather than a
judgemental coldness.

Right now, Todoroki’s eyes were cold. Piercing icicles looking down at Bakugou as he suddenly
grabbed a fistful of Bakugou’s hair. Fuck, the harsh pull against his scalpel had his brain ascending
even higher into the clouds, and holy fuck fuck fuck Todoroki just kept pulling harder.

“Maybe you’re the one who should shut up, slut.” His voice had dropped an octave.

Some of the boys sucked in their breaths. Drunk Todoroki was more ruthless than any of them.
Even Bakugou’s heart dropped, eyes wide, as Todoroki shoved his cock into his mouth.

“Mmmsf!” He mumbled around his first mouthful of dick, hands shoving against Todoroki’s hips
only to be easily grabbed and held down by others.

“You’re so much more tolerable like this,” Todoroki groaned, now gripping Bakugou’s hair with
both hands and tugging him forward onto his cock more. It somehow felt even bigger inside his
mouth, stretching his cheeks out as Bakugou gagged and took heavy breaths through his nose.

“Aw, but I like it when he’s loud!” Kirishima disagreed. His ass-groping had now turned into his
fingers dragging across Bakugou’s ass before finding their way to his virgin hole.

As soon as Kirishima’s fingers pressed right on top of it, Bakugou’s whole body jerked upwards.
His ankles tugged against their tape restraints, but he couldn’t move at all, pinned down to the
couch and unable to see anything past Todoroki’s sweaty abs.

Todoroki thrust softly down Bakugou’s throat, only hard enough to get some friction. Every
movement had the taste of his cock sinking into Bakugou’s taste buds. Never before had Bakugou
wondered what Endeavor’s disgraced son’s cock would taste like, but now it was overwhelming
every other thought in his head as Todoroki boldly shoved his cock deeper and deeper into
Bakugou’s mouth.

Kirishima thumbed Bakugou’s hole while someone else groped his ass cheeks and pulled them
apart, holding them open for countless pairs of eyes to see. So many eyes were staring at
Bakugou’s hole right now, watching as Kirishima sucked his own fingers to wet them before
pushing them inside of Bakugou.

“Mmmn!” Bakugou moaned around the delicious cock in his mouth as he was opened up for the
first time, by his best friend no less.

“Hey, you’re pretty big here, too!” Kaminari had suddenly settled in right beside Bakugou on the
couch, leaning over and grabbing Bakugou’s cock. “And you’re hard and leaking...hehe, guess you
really do like this, huh, Bakugou?”

His eyes squeezed in humiliation as Kaminari gave his cock long, slow strokes, making sure
Bakugou could feel just how hard he was in his hands, so there was no way he could deny that he
was getting off on this.
Kaminari’s mouth went down on his cock at the same time Kirishima’s tongue found his asshole,
making Bakugou moan even harder around Todoroki’s cock.

He had truly become his classmate’s plaything. One cock occupied each of his hands, forcing him
to jerk them off because he apparently didn’t have it in him to fight it anymore. His best friend’s
tongue was licking his hole in circles, Kaminari’s tongue swirled around the head of Bakugou’s
cock, and Todoroki pulled his hair harder to start face fucking him hard enough for his balls to
smack against his face.

Tears welled up in Bakugou’s eyes as his head slammed back against the couch again and again.
Todoroki grunted in the most sexy voice Bakugou had ever heard—he couldn’t even deny the way
it made his cock throb in Kaminari’s mouth. And when Kaminari slid his mouth off of his cock
with a pop, he couldn’t deny his own screams around Todoroki’s cock—screams asking for more.

“Ah, he’s so big I can’t even take it all the way…” Kaminari sighed.

“That’s your problem. Bakugou’s taking me just fine,” Todoroki pointed out with a particularly
hard thrust down Bakugou’s throat, “and his cock is nothing compared to mine.”

Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut, finally letting some tears slide down his cheeks as his hole
clenched around Kirishima’s tongue and fingers, which were both inside him now. Fuck, Todoroki
was right. He had a noticeably bigger dick than Bakugou. So did Kirishima. Those were the two
cocks that had violated Bakugou so far tonight, and fuck, he wanted both of them.

“Maybe it’s just ‘cuz Bakugou’s a natural cock sucker!” Kaminari suggested, and under any normal
circumstance, Bakugou would have his head for that, but right now the only head he had was
Todoroki’s cock dominating his mouth.

Kirishima’s teeth lightly bit into Bakugou’s ass before trailing bites up his inner thighs and legs,
causing Bakugou to scream more. Every sound died around Todoroki’s cock, though, making the
ice-boy himself shiver from the vibrations.

After a while, it was so easy to slip into his role as Todoroki’s cock sleeve. His ankles stopped
fighting their tape restraints, his hands tightened around the cocks that were using him to jerk
themselves off, and his mouth slackened and opened up so Todoroki could fuck him without effort.

Nothing could prepare him for Kirishima’s cock finally kissing his hole, though. It was hot and
hard and wet, and Todoroki finally pulled his cock out and stepped aside so Bakugou could watch
as Kirishima rubbed the thick, bulbous head of his cock against his hole in circles with a toothy
grin. “You ready for this, Bakugou? You won’t have to worry about being a virgin anymore, huh?”

Bakugou gulped—and holy fuck his own saliva tasted completely like Todoroki’s cock it was
amazing—but no sound came out.

“Guess I really did shut you up,” Todoroki boasted, more cocky than anyone had ever seen him. It
was so hot.

“That’s alright!” Kirishima grabbed onto Bakugou’s thighs, squeezing tightly. “I’ll make him loud
again!”

Bakugou’s core twisted up in heat just from the anticipation, and when Kirishima finally buried
himself deep inside of him, he did indeed let out a loud yell.

“FUCK!” He spasmed against the couch, which was more movement than he thought he was
capable of at the moment. His hands dropped the cocks he’d been jerking off to instead tug at the
couch, but his eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from the sight of Kirishima’s large cock sinking
inside of his body. How was his hole taking that thing?

“Fuck yeah, he’s even tigher around my cock!” Kirishima fist-bumped Kaminari before grabbing
hold of Bakugou’s thighs again and pulling their bodies together with a groan.

Bakugou’s breaths became heavy, punched out of his chest with every additional inch of
Kirishima’s meat that entered him. Finally, Kirishima had himself balls deep inside, his head
leaning back with a face of pure ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re the best, Bakugou! I just wanna fuck you already...fuck you until you can’t even
remember what it was like to be a virgin!”

“He wants it,” Todoroki insisted, grabbing Bakugou’s chin. “Just like he wants my cock back
down his throat. Isn’t that right?”

Bakugou’s eyes were forced to look at Todoroki’s face, but instead they just drifted down to his
cock. His tongue slid out of his mouth at the sight of it. That monster had been pounding his throat
moments ago. And now Kirishima was about to pound his ass, and…

“All you have to do is ask for it, Bakugou.”

Bakugou could almost see the entire scene like he was watching it from above. He was restrained
on the couch, legs lifted high in the air. The boys of his class were all around him, watching him
lose his pride, lose any illusion of power or superiority he’d ever had. His eyes were wide and
teary, his lips swollen from the abuse of Todoroki’s cock, and his ass could barely restrain itself
from rolling against Kirishima’s cock, desperate for friction.

This was the most humiliating situation Bakugou had ever been in. He was lower than he’d ever
gone before...but he could still go lower. And fuck...he wanted to. He was going to. Swallowing
another mouthful of the leftover taste of Todoroki’s cock was all the convincing he needed.

“...I want your cock,” he admitted, gasping in desperation like a bitch in heat, as if admitting it out
loud had broken something within him. “Fuck, fuck! I want your cock! I want all your cocks!” He
begged, tongue hanging out.

That was all Todoroki needed to hear as he grabbed Bakugou’s hair once more and yanked his
torso down to the side so he was sucking his cock again. The welcome taste was a burst of relief as
Bakugou took Todoroki down to the hip bone.

“Fuck, yeah! You’re so hot when you’re loud, Bakugou!” Kirishima thrust forward, shaking
Bakugou’s entire body. His hands were behind his head now, flexing his biceps and letting
Bakugou’s body spasm with every thrust as he finally fucked his hole open.

Bakugou screamed and moaned around Todoroki’s cock, eyes squeezed shut in bliss now as he
took two huge cocks from both his holes. Kaminari was sucking his cock again, too, and there were
even more cocks in his hands and jerking off around him, fulfilling his desire for cock.

“I bet you’re an even bigger slut for cum than you are for cock, huh?” Todoroki taunted, fucking
Bakugou’s face harder. With a curse as his only warning, he shot the hottest load of cum Bakugou
had ever felt into his mouth. He half expected his tongue to burn—that was just the unique nature
of Todoroki’s cock and cum and fuck Bakugou was addicted.

He moaned and shoved his face as hard as possible into Todoroki’s crotch. His nose was buried in
that multi-colored pubic hair, eager to prove Todoroki right. It was his first time tasting cum, but
just the feeling of his body taking a cock at its climax made him a total slut for it.

“Fuck, I could’ve fed you my cum ages ago and made things so much easier between us, huh?”
Todoroki sighed, finally pulling out of Bakugou’s mouth. “Someone else take a turn—he clearly
wants more.”

Bakugou didn’t even try to deny or hide it as he opened his mouth wide. As soon as Sero’s dick
was inside, he took it all the way down to the throat and began sucking, moaning as Kirishima
continued pounding his ass at an almost casual pace.

The boys began swapping places. Different cocks took use of Bakugou’s hands, and several loads
shot all over his face and chest, making him even stickier alongside the sweat and spilled alcohol
all over him. It was the dirtiest Bakugou had ever been, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be even
dirtier. It felt so fucking good, his head was soaring in the clouds now as Kirishima’s hands left
imprints in his hips, gripping so hard as he fucked him harder and harder.

Bakugou could only moan around whoever’s cock was currently in his mouth, eyes rolling into the
back of his head. His prostate vibrated through his whole body each time Kirishima thrust, and
Kirishima’s own sexy moans were the icing on top as he finally buried himself inside and filled
Bakugou with his cum.

The spurts of heat pooling deep inside of him were unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Kirishima
kept fucking his cum even deeper, grunting like a beast unleashed, and Bakugou was certain the
feeling of that cum deep inside of him would never leave his body.

“Go on, give him a go!” Kirishima stepped aside, replaced by Iida, who had lost his glasses and
had a red face. Fuck, they’d somehow managed to get the class rep himself drunk at some point in
the night.

It was no surprise when Iida fucked Bakugou as fast as possible straight from the get go, and it was
no surprise when Bakugou screamed in pleasure like a shameless slut.

After tonight, Bakugou being a shameless cock slut and cum slut and man slut would not be a
surprise to any of them now that it had been revealed.

He took cocks in hole after hole without losing an ounce of his desperate energy. Any time a cock
left his mouth, he stuck his tongue out asking for another. Any time his hole was left with nothing
but thick globs of semen streaming down his fat ass cheeks, he kicked his ankles against the tape
restraints, essentially shaking his ass to beg for another cock to fill him up.

“Please fuck me!” He begged and moaned in the rare moments when his mouth wasn’t being
stuffed. “Fuck...fuck me up...fuck me beyond repair…! I need it…!” His hands were covered in
cum from jerking off cocks all night, so naturally he smacked his own hands against his face,
taking a deep inhale of the scent of cock and cum all over his fingers. He licked and sucked at his
hands and rubbed them over his nose and worshipped the smell of cock before throwing his head
back with a scream as Todoroki brutally slammed his entire cock into Bakugou’s gaping hole.
“Fuck yes! Fuck me just like that! Harder, harder, be as hard as possi—OHHHH fuck!”

Bakugou was drunk. Bakugou was so fucking drunk. He was drunk on cock, drunk on cum, drunk
on how good it felt to be used by his classmates.

Todoroki fucked another load into Bakugou so hard the couch banged against the wall, just the
way Bakugou liked it. Just the mere sound of how hard he was being fucked was enough to make
Bakugou cum, though he was reduced to nothing but dry orgasms at this point.
Todoroki sighed as he pulled out and smacked Bakugou’s red ass. Meanwhile, Kaminari knelt and
put a mark on Bakugou’s ass with a black marker. “That makes it 14 loads now.”

“Fuck, man...six of those have gotta be mine alone…” Kirishima chuckled, sitting down with a
sigh before looking off to the side. “You finally ready, man?”

Bakugou followed Kirishima’s eyes, and when he finally, finally saw Deku sitting on a couch on
the opposite side of the room, completely naked with his legs spread, he moaned and spasmed
through another dry orgasm...just from the sight.

“Release him, and let him come.” Deku’s voice was level and calm.

As soon as the tape released his ankles, Bakugou clumsily fell onto the floor, but he forced himself
to his hands and knees through sheer willpower, crawling across the room towards Deku. His ass
was leaking cum everywhere on the floor...no, his entire body was dripping cum onto the floor. He
was so filthy, almost subhuman with the way he dragged his sticky body across the floor until
finally he was right in between Deku’s legs.

“I’ve waited so patiently, Kacchan.” Deku tapped Bakugou’s chin with a smile. “I never imagined
I’d ever see you crawl across the floor like that...everything else, though? You taking all those
cocks? You begging for more? I’ve seen all of that plenty of times in wet dreams.”

Bakugou shuddered as Deku squeezed his chin.

“That’s right, Kacchan. I jerked off to the thought of you every night. All I had to do was imagine
how your eyes would roll into the back of your head while you begged for a mob of cocks in order
for me to get hard. The real thing, though? Even hotter than my fantasies. That’s why I waited until
now to finally get my piece of you. I needed to sit back and appreciate the real thing.”

Deku’s strong hands were squeezing his chin even harder, until Bakugou moaned and opened his
mouth. Their eyes stared at each other, as if time itself had slowed. Then, a dribble of spit slowly
fell down Deku’s mouth. With no hesitation, Bakugou stuck his tongue out to catch it. And for the
first time ever, Deku smirked .

“You’re such a slut, Kacchan.”

“Deku! Fuck!” Bakugou moaned and shuddered again. Hearing Deku like this...it reignited every
ounce of lust in his body. Without waiting for permission, like the desperate slut he was, he shoved
his face into Deku’s crotch. He didn’t even take his cock in his mouth—no, he wasn’t trying to
suck Deku yet. Instead, he just let Deku’s cock rest on his face while he buried his nose in Deku’s
balls and inhaled.

This was the kid he used to bully. This was the kid he called a loser and a nerd. Even just a few
hours ago he’d called Deku pathetic.

As it turns out, Deku’s cock was the type of cock Bakugou would’ve expected on a man the size of
All Might. Maybe it was a One for All thing...because fuck Deku was huge, and his balls were
loaded, and his smell was deeply musky and sweaty and Bakugou was a slut for all of it.

He sucked on each of Deku’s balls, each one too large to fit both in his mouth at the same time, but
it was enough to let the taste of his ball sweat sink in. Deku just grinned down at him the entire
time, finally living out his dirtiest fantasies.

Something about the fact that Deku had always envisioned Bakugou as such a cock slut was the
hottest thing in the world. Bakugou was eager to become Deku’s perfect fantasy now—no, he had
to surpass that.

He was no longer just the willing cum dump that had sat there and taken the cocks of his
classmates while tied down. No, Bakugou was working for it now, suddenly able to move his body
again to eagerly pleasure Deku. It was like Deku had been waiting for this, transforming Bakugou
from the shouting virgin that he’d started this night as, to the useless cum dump that the other boys
had turned him into, and now, Bakugou was finally the desperate cock slut that Deku wanted.

“Deku...Deku...Deku, Deku!” He moaned Deku’s name like it was the only thing in the world that
mattered anymore as Deku’s sticky precum smeared across Bakugou’s already-dirty face. Sucking
and smelling Deku’s large balls was like an illusion shattering right before Bakugou’s eyes—he’d
always seen Deku as a pathetic eyesore, but with a cock like this, with his sudden confidence as he
grabbed Bakugou’s hair and shoved him harder into his crotch, how could Deku be anything but a
god made for Bakugou to worship?

“Mmm...ha! Please! Please…” He babbled on endlessly, almost as if in a trance as he licked his

way up to the head of Deku’s cock.

“Oh, Kacchan...to think you would fall down from your pedestal this hard, this fast…” Deku
teased, yanking Bakugou’s head back by the hair, making him moan from the rough treatment.
“This is what you always needed, wasn’t it?”

Bakugou’s tongue hung out of his mouth and his head was tilted upwards from Deku’s hair-
pulling, looking straight up into those smiling green eyes. He’d have never thought that Deku of all
people could turn his annoying nervous smile into such a taunting one.

Deku yanked at his hair again. “You always hate when I ignore you when you’re yelling, right?
Now it’s your turn to learn that lesson, Kacchan. When I ask a question, you answer.” Deku leaned
down more, as if hypnotizing Bakugou with their eyes so close. “This is what you always needed,
isn’t that right?”

Bakugou was quick to learn his lesson as he nodded.

“Then use your words, Kacchan.” Deku grabbed his chin again and shoved his thumb inside of
Bakugou’s mouth, forcing it open more before teasingly pressing down on his lolling tongue. “Tell
me what you need.”

When Bakugou tried to gulp, Deku’s thumb stopped him, leaving drool dribbling down the sides of
his mouth. He felt so inferior to Deku, so kicked down from who he usually was, so entirely
broken...and being broken felt so dirty. And being dirty...felt so right . Being dirty for Deku...felt
so right.

“De-u…” He moaned around Deku’s thumb. “I need your cock, Deku…” Both their eyes drifted
down to said cock as Bakugou shuddered and sucked on Deku’s thumb. “Your big cock...so
big...fuck...I need it inside…”

Deku pulled his thumb back, but Bakugou’s head followed to take it in his mouth again, as if he at
least needed some piece of Deku in his mouth at all times. It brought an almost cruel smile to
Deku’s face now. “Come here then, Kacchan. Come choke on my cock.”

The words sounded a thousand times more filthy when it was coming from Deku . Everything
about this was a thousand times more filthy just because it was Deku . The reverse must’ve been
true, too—not just for Deku, but for everyone. This must’ve been so filthy and hot for everyone
because it was Bakugou who had become such a slut.
Their eyes were still on him, and that only encouraged him more as he finally got his mouth on
Deku’s cock, shoving his face as far into his crotch as possible and moaning as Deku’s musky cock
taste finally sunk into his mouth.

“Fuck, Kacchan! Even when you’re like this, you don’t know how to be patient. I’m not
surprised.” Deku grunted and yanked Bakugou’s head up and off his cock only to shove him back
down on it with another groan. “You really do love sucking cock, don’t you?”

He moaned in response, eyes squeezed shut, his entire being focused on the taste and smell of
Deku’s dick. He’d only just found out he loved cock tonight, but he was certain he could never
forget it now.

“Watching you get passed around and fucked by all the other guys doesn’t do justice to the real
thing. You’re so desperate for it...even more desperate than I’d imagined. I’ve fantasized about it
so much, Kacchan...every night, my thoughts about you got dirtier and dirtier…”

Deku’s words had Bakugou’s entire body shuddering, eager to hear his dirtiest fantasies.

“It started when we first got to middle school, and I imagined how good it would feel to finally
fight back, maybe shove you against the wall for a change and pin you beneath me. But that wasn’t
enough. I didn’t just want you for myself—I wanted you to be beneath everyone. I wanted you to
spread your legs and beg any guy close enough to stick his cock in you, to remind you of your
place.”

“MMMM-KU!” Bakugou moaned as his head was tugged off of Deku’s cock, the fat head slipping
past his ruined lips with a popping sound. His tongue lolled out again as he panted and rubbed his
thighs together, desperate for more. “Deku...Deku…”

Deku lifted Bakugou’s entire body by just pulling his hair, until he was straddling Deku’s lap.
Every breath sent goosebumps up Bakugou’s skin, until Deku was breathing against his throat and
over his ear, whispering—growling, almost. “You were made to be broken, Kacchan.” His hands
groped Bakugou’s used ass before suddenly spanking hard enough for the noise to echo off the
walls. “You were made to be broken by me .”

The pain of the smack vibrated through his whole body. Bakugou threw himself against Deku’s
chest, gasping like an animal in heat and grinding his ass against Deku’s large cock, as if begging
to be hit again. “Deku!” He shouted, practically shaking his ass for him. “Fuck me, fuck, please! I
want it so hard...I want you to do me so hard!”

He didn’t need to ask any more than that. Deku’s fingers dug into the fat of Bakugou’s ass, lifting
him up before slamming him down on his cock.

Bakugou threw his head back with a scream. His hole was gaping from the abuse it’d taken tonight,
but Deku’s cock was still a tight fit. One for All must’ve given him some unnatural gains—his
cock stretched out Bakugou’s already-stretched walls, stuffing him even more full as his eyes
rolled back and he rolled his hips down to meet Deku’s thrusts.

“Fuck! I was worried after watching you take so much cock that you might not be tight anymore,
but a slut like you never goes loose, huh, Kacchan?” Deku groped and spanked his ass some more,
all while continuing to lift Bakugou up and down in his lap.

Bakugou’s drool had turned foamy, seeping down his chin as his ankles rested on Deku’s
shoulders, putting his entire weight on Deku’s cock so it could get as deep inside of him as
possible. “S-soooo big!” He moaned, clenching his ass around Deku’s cock. “Fuckkkk Deku!”
Deku’s thrusts were teasing—small jerks of his hips, just enough to make Bakugou gasp for air, as
if his cock reached the back of Bakugou’s throat from his ass. “Yeah, you like it big, don’t you,
Kacchan? It’s all thanks to my quirk. You want to see what else I can do with my quirk?”

Without waiting for an answer, Deku’s entire body lit up with the green energy of full cowling.
The green light reflected in Bakugou’s wide eyes.

“De—!” His voice broke out into a scream as Deku finally slammed himself up into Bakugou for
real. He had an iron grip on Bakugou’s ass, and his cock had superhuman strength behind it now as
he pounded up while holding Bakugou steady for him to fuck, effectively turning Bakugou’s hole
into his own personal fleshlight.

“You wanted it hard, right, Kacchan? Do you want it harder? I told you to answer me when I ask
you something, Kacchan. Why won’t you answer? Is it because we both already know the
answer?” Deku grunted after every sentence, but he was doing better than Bakugou, who couldn’t
get a single word out before screaming and panting for air.

Every inch of Bakugou’s insides throbbed with pleasure, as if Deku’s super-powered fucking was
tenderizing his walls and sending spikes of euphoria through every pore in his body.

“De-Ku! Fu-ck! De-ku!” His torso thrashed around from the beating his hole was taking. Only his
lower half was held stable and in place by Deku because Deku was so strong and it was so easy for
Deku to take control of him with his quirk. “Har...ha! Ah, fuck, nn! Mmm! Harder!”

Deku’s eyes were narrowed now as more green lightning flickered off of his muscles, even making
his hair static a bit. “Don’t regret this, Kacchan.”

It was so easy for Deku to manhandle Bakugou, fully displaying the difference in their physical
strength when Deku had his quirk activated. He spun Bakugou around so that he had a perfect view
of Bakugou’s ass bouncing on his cock. His arms wrapped around Bakugou’s pecs now instead of
his ass, groping shamelessly. Then, he hammered himself up into Bakugou’s hole even harder,
teeth gritted as the One for All percentage increased.

Bakugou’s screams only grew louder. It was like the lightning of One for All was spreading to
Bakugou’s own body, zapping his nerves with the most electrifying pleasure possible. His back
arched, but Deku now held him so that his torso wouldn’t go out of control as his slutty hole took
every ounce of Deku’s strength.

“You fucking love this, don’t you? You love getting fucked by me, and you love getting fucked by
my quirk even more?” Deku spoke the filthiest truths, and Bakugou didn’t have the strength to look
over his shoulder. He could only imagine the sexy look of dominance on Deku’s face, and letting
his imagination run wild almost made the image even hotter. Deku was so fucking hot. “Who’s a
quirkless loser now, Kacchan? Do you remember calling me that? And now you’re begging for me
to fuck you with my quirk. It was so easy for you to change your tune once you finally got my cock
in you, is that it, Kacchan?”

He was supposed to answer Deku when Deku asked him things, but Bakugou’s voice was a mess
of screams and moans. It was unlike any sound that had ever left him before, and here Deku was,
inventing new sounds for Bakugou to make by pounding his prostate into mush and reshaping his
brutalized hole with his enhanced cock.

There were only two truths that Bakugou knew in that moment—he loved Deku’s cock, and he
loved Deku’s quirk, and he wanted Deku to use both in order to fuck him up beyond repair.
You were made to be broken by me.

“BREAK ME!” Bakugou finally found the words to beg, throwing his head back with a rather
high-pitched moan as Deku even pinched his nipples to overwhelm his body even more. “Fucking
break me, Deku!”

As if on cue, Deku’s thrusts became sharper, and the green lightning sparking off of Deku’s
muscles grew in size as he grunted and stared at his cock destroying Bakugou’s hole. Even his
balls had lit up with the energy of One for All, empowering his entire body as they smacked
against Bakugou’s ass. “I’m gonna blow inside of you, Kacchan. Stuff your guts with my
cum...fuck, you’ll have my fucking load dripping out of you for days!”

One of Deku’s hands reached up to grab Bakugou’s chin, forcing him to face forward again. “Open
your eyes...and look. Look at everyone, watching you take my cock. Watching as I’m about to load
your ass up with my cum. Look!”

Bakugou knew only how to obey Deku now, watching as all his classmates who had fucked him
before and prepared him for Deku got off on the scene of the once-cocky Bakugou getting railed
by the boy he once bullied. Kirishima and Todoroki were jerking off again, and everyone was fully
hard. So many cocks, and they all wanted him.

Bakugou’s ass clamped down around Deku’s cock eagerly while his own cock thrashed about from
every spasm that wracked his body. He didn’t even know what made an orgasm so special
anymore—couldn’t even feel it—when every single time Deku thrust his cock, more pleasure
flooded his body than any orgasm Bakugou had ever had before.

Finally, after years of taking Bakugou’s temper, years of fantasizing of flipping their roles, Deku
rose to his feet, lifting Bakugou with him so that the only thing keeping Bakugou up were Deku’s
arms and Deku’s cock impaled inside of him, and slammed as hard as possible. Lightning flew off
of him and shocked its way up Bakugou’s body as Deku moaned and fucked his thick load as deep
inside of Bakugou as possible.

Ecstasy bombarded Bakugou’s body—he was filled far past the brim with pleasure as his toes
curled, and his ass was filled far past the brim, too, as puddles of semen leaked out from where
Deku’s pulsating balls smothered Bakugou’s ruined hole.

“Fuck, Kacchan...ah, fuck!” Deku moaned, stuttering his hips forward to unload himself
completely. It was hard to tell whether the cum dripping down Bakugou’s ass now was Deku’s
cum or all the old loads—probably it was a mix of both. Either way, Bakugou’s insides were warm
and full again, bringing a dopey, tongue-out smile to his face as his head leaned back uselessly
against Deku’s shoulder.

Near the end of his orgasm, Deku pulled Bakugou off of his cock and dropped him onto the floor
only to finish all over Bakugou’s ass and chest and face, painting him with his cum with a satisfied
smile.

Bakugou’s face pressed against the floor with the rest of his body—except for his ass, which
remained raised and pushed upwards, as if still begging for more. And when more shadows
suddenly enveloped him from above, he only spread his legs further.

“Aaaaaand that makes it 15 loads,” Kaminari said, marking it with a marker on Bakugou’s ass.
“Although I think what Deku just did to him counts as 100.”

“There’s no need to cheat, man!” Kirishima assured him, crouching down again and smacking his
 cock across Bakugou’s face.

“He’s right.” Todoroki dug his thumb into Bakugou’s hole, making an obscene squelching noise as
more cum pooled down his ass. “Besides, we’ve still got all night to make it to 100 without
cheating. Right?”

At that, Bakugou finally managed to turn himself onto his back. He looked up at the boys hovering
above him with their cocks hard and ready. Deku’s quirk had died down, but even he had his cock
in his hand, hard once again.

“It almost looks like he has hearts in his eyes!” Deku teased. “So what do you think, Kacchan?
Ready to get passed around again?”

The room was so heavy with the thick musk of cock and sex and cum. He would never forget this
smell. He would never forget this feeling. This ache deep inside of his boy hole, deep in his core. It
was ingrained into him now.

With a blissful smile, he reached down and spread his own ass with his fingers. “Yes, please! Use
me 100 more times!”

At one point during this long, long night, it had been difficult for him to remember anything past
his drunk brain. Now, Bakugou was certain he would never be able to forget any detail of this
night...and he was certain he would never want to forget.

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