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Bakugou needed to relax.

Okay, “relax” was an understatement. He needed to chill the fuck out or else he was gonna blow up the school in his sleep.

Third year had been stressful enough. But with final exams and agency interviews just around the corner, he was a walking fuse. One wrong word and he was certain he’d Howitzer himself to the moon in a blink.

One afternoon, he decided to finally text Sero to see if he could take him up on his offer to smoke him out. He was wired like a pipe bomb, and desperate at this point.

Tape Face: totally would man, but i’m fresh out atm.

Fuck. Bakugou was about to drop the whole thing when another text came through.

Tape Face: but i got another contact for you my guy

No way would Bakugou even consider having someone outside of his direct circle give him drugs. But he had already made his choice, and he wasn’t a bitch, so there’s no way he was gonna back down, hell no. Besides, he was getting desperate. After a moment’s hesitation, he caved.

“who is it” he texted.

Tape Face: Yaomomo. Her shit is tight

Bakugou stared at his phone, blinking in disbelief.

“bullshit” he texted back. “no way does ponytail smoke”

But Sero was insistent on Momo Yaoyorozu having the best supply at UA, probably in the city. Bakugou had no guile to discern good vs bad weed, but he knew that Sero was raised by ex-hippies, and therefore probably knew more about it than anyone else.

Incredulous but running out of patience, Bakugou took the bait.

The next day after class, he awkwardly approached Momo in a huff, tapping her on the shoulder as she gathered her books.

“Oh! Hi, Bakugou-kun.” She said sweetly as she turned over her shoulder, ponytail swinging like rope. She was so…prissy. Like a ballerina, or a pageant queen. Yet here he was, about to ask a goddamn cupcake if she had drugs. The whole thing made him feel cagey. His lips twitched as he avoided her stone gray gaze.

“Tape face told me you—“

He couldn’t even get the words out. His jaw tightened in frustration, but before he could finish, Momo gave a chuckle that grabbed Bakugou by the spine.

“Bakugou, it’s okay. He already told me you’d be looking for me.” She gave him a genuine smile as she threw her bag over her shoulder and started out of the classroom. Bakugou blinked, taken aback with shock before hastily following her out.

“You’re kidding me. You actually sell—?”

Momo gracefully but swiftly raised palm before his mouth, thin, manicured fingers hovering an inch in front of his lips.

“The answer is yes. But we don’t talk about business outside of closed doors. It’s rather…uncouth.”

She flashed a quick smile and winked at him, completely unbothered.

Bakugou huffed and nibbled at the skin inside his cheek. Momo gestured for him to walk with her with a tiny wave of her hand. Before he could think about it, he followed.

“So,” she said casually. “What are you looking for specifically?”

Bakugou raised a brow. “Uhhh. You. You sell other shit?”

There was that chuckle again. What was it about that goddamn chuckle?

“Not what you’d be looking for, no. I mean the strain. You’re looking to relax, so Indica, I assume?”

Not what he’d be looking for? Fucking pardon? Who the hell was Ponytail really, and who was she pretending to be?

Bakugou felt himself blush at his lack of knowledge. Momo took the context clues from his confused silence and gave a deep nod, stopping in her tracks to look into his eyes.

“Ahh, I see. You’re really a novice, aren’t you? Well, that’s absolutely fine Bakugou, no need to be embarrassed! I’d be happy to help you out.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth. “I—What? I’m not fucking embarrassed, Ponytail—“

She whipped out her cellphone and handed it to him, ignoring his words and stopping them in their tracks.

“Please put in your number for me. I have a few questions for you, I want to get a better understanding of what you’re looking for. Then we can go from there.”

Bakugou stared right into Momo’s eyes, speechless. He felt like she had pulled him into a spell with not even so much as a blink.

With a hard swallow, he slowly took her phone and dialed his number to text himself. He kept his eyes on her face the entire time, scanning every feature of her smile. When he was finished, he handed her back the phone.

“Wonderful!” She clapped her hands together, closing her eyes with a little wrinkle of her nose. “I’ll be in touch with you further. Are you free tomorrow evening after school?”

Bakugou scrunched up his brow. “Why not tonight?”

Momo raised an elegant eyebrow, looking sideways at Bakugou. “Eager, aren’t we?” She teased.

God, he hated how red he could feel his cheeks were getting. He wanted to tell her to fuck off, but she was his only connection besides Sero, and he couldn’t afford to lose it now that he’d agreed.

Momo tutted at his frustrated silence.

“Bakugou, I want you to treat both my product and your body with respect. If you have to worry about waking up for class the next morning, you’ll never be able to fully immerse yourself. A weekend will be best.”

Left without a legitimate retort, Bakugou scoffed and shoved his hands back in his pockets.

“Tch. Okay, fine. I’ll be there.”

Momo’s lips curled into a grin.

“Marvelous,” she cooed. “I’ll see you then.”

She started to walk away, but Bakugou called after her.

“Wait, don’t I have to…bring something?”

Momo turned on her heel and faced him, head tilted in confusion.

“Like what?” She asked.

“Like—“ Bakugou started, but glanced around anxiously before moving in closer to her.

“—like money. What’s it cost?”

Momo blinked at him once, before nodding her head knowingly. She threw away a hand with a scoff.

“First time is complementary. If I do my job properly, we can handle finances when you come back for more.”

When? Jesus Christ, Ponytail probably got her wealth from Yakuza shit. That had to be the reason she was so calm and cool about this. She probably kept a shank on a garter as far as he knew.

Before Bakugou could protest in response, Momo was already trotting down the hall, waving a hand behind her as her hips swished with her walk.

“I’ll text you!”

_____

The next night, Bakugou found himself sweating outside of Momo’s closed door. She said 8. He looked at his watch.

7:58.

Shit, he was early. But why did care? When did he ever care about being on time for anything?

Calm down. Bakugou internally scolded himself for being such a pussy. It would be fine. He’d go in, have a smoke, tip his hat, then escape to chill for the rest of the night in his room and get a decent night’s sleep. It would be fine.

He just had to knock first.

But before he could even raise his fist, a sudden voice sounding from just behind him made him jump.

“Hi, Bakugou.”

“Jesus—fuck!” Bakugou hissed, clasping a hand against his pounding chest. He turned over his shoulder and felt his cheeks turn to fire.

“What the fuck, Halfie! You tryin’ to fucking kill me?”

Todoroki shrugged, expression unmoving. “No. Just saying hi.”

Bakugou swallowed as he shook away his nerves and tried to regulate his breathing. He never flinched at anything—he needed to just calm the fuck down. But when Todoroki didn’t leave, he squinted at him in frustration.

“Okay, well. You fuckin’ said hi. Now get outta here.”

Without even acknowledging him, Todoroki took his phone from his pocket and checked the time. He then extended his fist right past Bakugou’s nose, knocking on the door a few times.

Bakugou stammered in confusion and rage.

“The fuck’re you doing?” He shouted.

“I have an appointment.” Todoroki replied flatly.

Bakugou would have ripped his throat out right there, had the door not swung open just then.

Momo immediately smiled upon seeing the boys.

“Ah, right on time! You know I really do admire punctuality.” She cooed.

“I’m well aware,” Todoroki said as he walked past Bakugou and into the threshold of the room, his shoulder just barely grazing Momo’s. She blinked a couple times at Bakugou, but when he didn’t enter, she opened the door wider and gestured with her arm.

“You’re not a vampire, are you?” She teased with that chuckle. Bakugou’s jaw was on the floor as he stammered through his fuming thoughts.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” He seethed as he stalked into the room and got right up to Momo’s face. She closed the door and locked it behind him.

“Bakugou, relax. There’s nothing to worry about.” Momo said, her hands raised palm-out in front of his heaving chest. He scrubbed a trembling hand through his hair.

“I’m not trying to publicize this shit, okay? I don’t want other people to see me fuckin’ buying drugs from you, especially not that fuckin’ Half—“

“Todoroki is one of my distributers. He’s well aware of everything that’s going on. I invited him to join us this evening, I thought you’d like to have him here.”

Bakugou’s head and chest pounded with rage and panic. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, sighing in frustration.

“Why…the fuck…do you think…I’d like that?” Bakugou breathed.

“Because we’re friends—“

“WE ARE NOT FUCKING FRIENDS, YOU ICYHOT FUCK!”

Momo somehow managed to coax Bakugou’s body over to one of the sofas positioned in her absurdly large room. Todoroki was already lounging on a chaise opposite of him, recumbent and unbothered like some old queen.

“Bakugou, please.” Momo’s voice drew his gaze reluctantly up to meet hers.

“In exchange for my product, I’d like for you to please trust me. In my quarters, things are run the way I want them to be run. Todoroki is my right hand, and I’d appreciate it if you’d surrender your stubborn ways for just this evening and try to enjoy yourself, alright?”

The slightly elegant edge in her voice made Bakugou’s tense shoulders start to fall. It’s not like she was wrong; the only reason he was even here was because he was desperate to relax for once in his stupid little life.

“Fine,” Bakugou grumbled. “I’ll…chill out, or whatever. Fuck.”

The sharpness in Momo’s expression immediately fell into sunshine as she smiled brightly.

“Marvelous!” She said. “I’m very excited for this evening. We—“

A knock at the door sent Bakugou to his feet.

“Who the fuck’s that?” He hissed. He couldn’t get caught in this situation, absolutely no fucking way could that happen.

“It’s fine,” Momo assured as she stepped to the door. Todoroki didn’t even flinch. Bakugou held his breath as Momo opened the door with a smile.

“Welcome! Come on in. Black Diamond, you said?”

Before Bakugou could respond, Tokoyami casually stepped inside Momo’s bedroom and closed the door behind him.

“Yeah,” He said coolly. “An eighth.”

Bakugou immediately began to protest.

“Okay what the fuck Ponytail, I didn’t say I’d be down for a goddamn party!”

“Relax,” Momo called as she bent down and pulled a carved wooden box from a hidden drawer in her desk. “He’s not staying.”

“I’m not staying.” Tokoyami repeated flatly. He then calmly raised his chin in a gesture of acknowledgement to Todoroki.

Todoroki returned the nod silently. Bakugou watched in awe as Momo settled herself at her desk and opened the box. She fingered through a collection of small bags until she stopped and pulled one out between two fingers.

“Here you are,” She said. “Want me to weigh it for you?”

“I’m good.” Tokoyami said, taking the bag and tucking it in his pocket.

“Ooh, wait!” Momo said as she rummaged back through the drawer and pulled out a small canister. She untwisted the cap and poured a small amount of its contents onto a thin metal scale.

“I think Shoji will like this. Grand Hindu,” She said as she produced another tiny bag from her wrist and plucked a small clump of weed from the scale.

“The dime’s on me. Let me know if he likes it.” Momo smiled as she handed the second bag to Tokoyami. He nodded respectfully as Momo walked him to the door.

“Thank you, Yaoyorozu. Have a good night.”

“You too!” She said as she opened the door. Tokoyami exited, and Momo closed the door behind him with a click of the lock.

She turned back to Bakugou and Todoroki, clapping her hands together with a smile.

“Alright, I believe business is done for the evening, yes?”

“Yep.” Todoroki answered, rising to stand and moving over to Momo’s desk. She took a deep breath and smiled, before draping herself dramatically on the now unoccupied chaise.

“Marvelous.”

Bakugou hadn’t moved from his spot, his jaw now permanently stuck open.  Was he already high? He must have been high. None of what just happened could have been real, there was just no way.

“I know, I know. Not what you probably expected from a girl like me, right?” Momo said, tone a little darker and more relaxed. Bakugou swallowed hard.

“I…I fuckin’ guess not.”

Momo smiled and gestured with her hand for Bakugou to take a seat back on the opposite sofa. He didn’t know what else to do, so he just. Sat.

Momo readjusted to sit up and pulled on the band holding her hair in a tight ponytail. Bakugou watched as her dark locks fell in a curtain over her shoulders and framed her pale face.

“So…who are you really, then? Daughter of the Yakuza? Escaped convict?” Bakugou challenged, leaning back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest. Momo shrugged.

“I’m nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody, too?”

“Dickinson,” Todoroki interrupted as he came back over to the sitting area, carrying a tray of various boxes and objects between his hands.

“Emily Dickinson.”

Momo snapped and pointed a finger at him as he joined her on the chaise.

“Correct! You’re a sharp one.” She said playfully. Bakugou could only blink.

What the fuck was he getting himself into.

“Look,” Bakugou said. “I’m not trying to make this like a party or some shit. I just need to relax, okay? I’m stressed as fuck and Tape Face has been trying to smoke me out for a year, so—“

“Bakugou.” Momo said, voice solid yet kind. His words stopped on his tongue and she gently smiled.

“It’s okay. I don’t mean to stress you out; I know you’re new to all of this. But my first time was a nightmare, and the last thing I’d want is for you to feel the same. There’s no pressure if you want to leave, or if you feel uncomfortable, or any of that. Just be honest with me and trust me. Okay?”

Somehow that…actually made Bakugou feel a little better. He had no reason to trust Momo, but then again, he also didn’t have a reason not to trust her, so…

What if he just decided to trust her?

Releasing a held breath, Bakugou nodded and let himself relax a bit more. “Okay.”

Momo looked in his eyes and smiled sweetly once more, and it made Bakugou feel warm, which was weird, but he didn’t want to think about it, so he ignored it. The sound of Todoroki fiddling with whatever was in front of him was enough to distract Bakugou for a moment. He flicked his chin in his direction.

“Halfie, the fuck’re you doing? Middle school science project?”

“I’m packing a bowl.” He replied. Bakugou didn’t know what that meant, but like hell he was gonna ask Halfie.

“It’s part of the pipe,” Momo said, the strap of her tank top falling off her shoulder as she reached for the tray. “Where you put the flower so you can light it.”

“Flower?” Bakugou asked. Momo nodded as she grabbed a small mortar and pestle and what looked like a cigarette from the tray, pulling it closer to her.

“Marijuana comes in many forms. Edibles, topicals, tinctures, dabs—“

“—hash, vape cartridges—”

“—exactly. What you know as ‘weed’, we call ‘flower’. Then we smoke it.”

Bakugou nodded and leaned forward, hands clasped and elbows resting atop his knees.

“You smoke cigarettes?” He asked, indicating Momo’s right hand. She shook her head.

“This is a one-hitter. It only looks like a cigarette.” She said as she dipped the tip of the one-hitter into the mortar to pack it. Bakugou was fascinated by the way she and Todoroki used their slender hands, how meticulous and graceful they were with the pipes and the weed and the papers and whatever the fuck else was in front of them. Clearly they had both been doing this for a while—or at least they looked like they had.

“Here,” Todoroki said, presenting a tiny glass pipe to Bakugou. Momo put a hand on Todoroki’s shoulder.

“Shochan, he doesn’t know how yet. Get it rolling for him.”

“I don’t need his fucking help!” Bakugou protested. Momo raised a single, tantalizing eyebrow.

“Oh really?” She said. “What’s a carb?”

When Bakugou’s jaw tensed up with embarrassment at his inability to answer, Momo nodded. “Let him get it started. I’ll help you through the rest.”

“Tch,” Bakugou tutted. “Fine. Sorry I’m not an experienced stoner like you guys.”

“No need to apologize.” Todoroki said. Bakugou shot him a glare.

“Wasn’t talking to you.”

“You said ‘you guys’, I assumed I was included in that.”

“You wanna fucking die, Halfie?!”

“Girls, you’re both pretty.” Momo put both of her hands out to Bakugou and Todoroki. Bakugou wanted to fight back more, but at this point he was just ready to smoke. He settled for a snarl aimed in Todoroki's direction.

“Whatever. So’re we gonna start smoking or what?” He asked. Momo stood up and moved to the other couch, sitting right up next to Bakugou. She extended her hand out to Todoroki, one hitter held expertly between two fingers.

“Here Sho, light me up and I’ll get it rolling. Trade with me.”

Bakugou watched as Momo and Todoroki passed the pipes between hands, leaving Momo with the larger one and Todoroki with the slim false cigarette. Without warning, his fingertip flared up with a small flame, still extended out in Momo and Bakugou’s direction. It made Bakugou flinch.

“Jesus, that was unnecessary.” He mumbled. Momo startled him with a nudge of her elbow into his rib.

“He bring fire. I keep cave clean.” Momo said. Bakugou blinked and shook his head, genuinely marveling at how comfortably strange one person could really be.

“Okay, so a couple of things before you take your first hit,” Momo started, turning her head to look right at Bakugou.

“Inhale steadily. Hold for a second. Exhale steadily. It’ll probably burn or tickle, and you’ll probably cough. It might sting, but you’ll be fine. Drink water. Remember, steady. You’re not in a rush, okay?”

Anxious and kind of excited, Bakugou nodded. Momo leaned forward as Todoroki’s lit finger hovered above the packed bowl.

“I’ll take a hit first, and it’ll keep rolling so we won’t have to re-light it. I’ll hold it for you so you don’t have to worry about the carb. Yes?”

As Bakugou swallowed and nodded once more, his fingers tightened against his knees. He watched as Momo leaned in to wrap her lips around the pipe, inhaling as Todoroki’s fire floated around the top of the bowl. The crumpled green flower quickly started to glow and char as Momo inhaled.

When she leaned back and took the pipe with her, she removed her lips and deliberately brought the pipe to Bakugou’s lips.

“Breathe in,” She coaxed, guiding Bakugou to the pipe. He felt his throat and chest fill and prick with warmth. He squeezed his eyes shut against the sensation.

“Good, now hold…” Momo said, pulling the pipe away from Bakugou’s lips. He sealed them tight and held himself taut, until Momo spoke again.

“And let it go. Awesome, see? That was perfect.”

Bakugou resisted the tiny tickle in his throat as he exhaled steadily. He opened his eyes just in time to see a cloud of smoke escape his mouth to form a foggy cloud in front of his face. His surprise at the sight however made his breath catch, and he began to cough against the fiery burn suffocating his throat.

“Here, drink.”

Todoroki’s cool hand extended an ice cold glass out to Bakugou. He quickly snatched it and chugged it down, desperate to relieve the burning itch. When he sufficiently emptied the glass’ contents, he took a few panting breaths to steady himself.

“F-Fuck,” He sputtered, clearing his throat from the last residual coughs.

“I know, coughing’s the worst. But hey, you did it!” Momo squealed, clasping her hands in excitement. Todoroki gave a tiny golf clap.

Momo tilted her head to look at Bakugou.

“How do you feel?”

Bakugou took a second to take stock of himself, blinking and staring at his hands.

“Uhh. I don’t know if it worked.”

He tried to look into himself, genuinely try and examine his normal and compare it to his now. He was stressed and anxious before. Was he still stressed and anxious?

Well, no. But also yes, because he didn’t know what he should be feeling.

“You don’t have to overthink it,” Momo said, interrupting his thoughts like she could hear them. “You probably still have some adrenaline. It’s all good.”

“How will I know if I feel it though?” Bakugou asked, voice a little hoarse.

“Oh you’ll know,” Todoroki said. “It’s like an orgasm. You’ll know.”

Bakugou meant to send a blast out in Todoroki’s direction, or at the very least curse at him, but instead his face went hot. He choked on his spit and began to cough, reaching for another glass of water situation on a nearby end table.

“Don’t rush it. We can try again, we have all the time in the world.” Momo said gently.

Todoroki hummed in agreement through the one hitter between his lips. After catching his breath and finishing off the water, Bakugou nodded and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Fuck, he definitely felt something. His fingers felt bigger, his teeth a little numb. Was he dying?

Momo pushed herself up from the couch and gracefully floated over to a bar cart in a far corner of her room. She prepared a couple glasses and turned over her shoulder, handing one filled with sparkling water to Todoroki.

“Here,” She said, approaching Bakugou with a filled glass. He nodded and took it in his hands, sipping as she sat back down. Bakugou swallowed a mouthful of sparkling water and cleared his throat.

“Can. Can I try again?” He asked quietly. Todoroki looked up and shared a glance with Momo.

“Absolutely,” Momo said, reaching for the pipe. Bakugou stopped her.

“Um. I think I can do it, if that’s cool.”

Jesus. When did he get so shy and polite? He sounded like fucking Deku. A grin spread across Momo’s lips as she handed him the pipe.

“Be my guest! Here, I’ll make a matchbook—“

“It’s cool,” Bakugou interrupted. “Halfie. Get the fuck over here.”

Ahh, now that was more like it.

With an amused raise of a single eyebrow, Todoroki set down his glass and leaned forward, extending his hand out to Bakugou. Using only eye contact, Bakugou signaled for Todoroki to light him up. His fingertip flared and began to light the bowl.

Bakugou did his best to emulate what he saw Momo do earlier, keeping his finger over the little hole at the side of the bowl. He watched the bowl’s contents glow as he inhaled the growing heat, allowing it to envelop and fill his chest again. He quickly pulled the pipe away after a few seconds, held himself taut, and gently released a cloud of smoke from his mouth, all without so much as a throat tickle.

“There he is!” Momo crooned with pride. “A natural.”

“The breath support of a Castrato.” Todoroki added, prompting Momo to throw her slipper at him.

Bakugou wanted to say something. He planned to say something. But words were no longer within his grasp.

Oh.

Okay.

This was here.

His head felt heavy, but in the best way. He’d never been on a waterbed, but he was sure this is what it must’ve felt like. Everything was warm and thick and euphoric and good. He shivered when he felt a few soft finger pads against his bicep as Momo urged him to sit back.

“Ahhh, yes. Perfect. I think he’s in it now.” She said. Bakugou nodded, eyelids heavy as he fixated on some renaissance looking painting on Momo’s wall.

“I’m innit.”

The warmth of Momo’s alluring chuckle spread through his bones and belly like treacle. He relaxed into the sofa and sat inside the feeling of floating.

Woah. Did Round Face feel like this all the time? He’d have to ask her. When he remembered how to speak coherently, at least.

“Th’fuck is this stuff…” Bakugou asked to nobody in particular.

“OG Kush,” Momo answered as she took another hit from the pipe. “Shochan, roll me a joint?”

________

To say that Bakugou was blasted out of his goddamn mind was an understatement; he was flat-out zooted.

Some amount of time had passed since he took his first clumsy hit. It could’ve been an hour, or 20 minutes, or two weeks; the concept of time eluded him. For the first time in his life, all he knew was peace.

Bakugou hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch since he’d sat down. Momo and Todoroki on the other hand, comfortably wandered about the room like actors in a stage play, either to saunter over and put a record on Momo’s vintage player, or grab a drink from the bar cart, or just sway softly in place to the sound of nothing. 

There were a lot of sputtered giggles that permeated the air for no reason mostly. Bakugou couldn’t recall the last time he’d genuinely giggled.

It got to the point where almost everything Todoroki said made him choke with laughter. The stiff and stolid demeanor he usually carried had melted away into an effortless debonair—he was actually...kinda cool.

But only kind of.

Todoroki and Momo shared the space on the chaise, Momo sitting up with her neck hanging over the sofa’s back, and Todoroki’s upper half draped delicately off its arm. Bakugou watched wisps of smoke hover around Momo’s soft face as she took a lazy drag from the pipe.

“So why was it bad?” Bakugou inquired out of nowhere, voice slack and syrupy. Momo lifted her head.

“Was what bad?”

“Your first time,” he replied. Momo paused and blinked as she stared back with an unmoving expression. Todoroki raised a curious brow.

“With weed . Goddamn perverts.” Bakugou reiterated, rolling his eyes. “You said it was a nightmare. What happened?”

“Ahhhh,” Momo hummed in understanding. “ That first time. Yes. It was awful. I was far too ambitious; started out too big, didn’t drink enough water, burned my fingers…” 

She shuddered at the memory. “Just terrible.”

“What did you start with?” Bakugou asked. Momo sighed and let her head loll off to the side.

“Gravity Bong,” she sighed wistfully. “Then dabs…a caviar cone...and an edible.”

Todoroki tutted in disappointment.

“Little lamb.” He cooed. Bakugou didn’t know what half of those things were, but his brain wasn’t moving quick enough to ask further. Momo rolled her eyes and playfully poked at Todoroki with her toes as she continued.

“I got so high, I had three panic attacks that night alone. I tried to sober up with a bump of coke, but all that did was make my pulse race. I woke up the next morning with a dried bloody nose in a bed that was certainly not my own; my clothes were so ruined I had to make a new set just to make it to the train.”

Bakugou and Todoroki both snickered and giggled as Momo hid her face with her hands.

“I don’t know who I thought I was,” she sighed, reclining back against the chaise and raking a graceful hand through her hair. “So naïve.”

Bakugou chuckled softly, shaking his head to himself. “Shit, Princess. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Bakugou’s heavy eyes trailed comfortably over Momo’s recumbent body. She looked so elegant and relaxed, like every part of her down to the pinky nail was perfectly, purposefully placed. The silk of her pale pink sleeping set looked like a single piece of fabric, painted on her body for the sole purpose of just barely covering her torso.

Bakugou thought he was being careful, but his inebriated state caused him to slip and lose his guard. The second he accidentally met Momo’s eyes, he instantly blushed, turning his head with an embarrassingly obvious cough.

But even through his lowered gaze, he felt the tiniest spark of something jump from Momo’s body to his like a livewire. A bead of sweat trickled down his neck as she subtly bit her plump bottom lip. 

“Shochan,” Momo drawled softly, head gently falling towards Todoroki without lifting her neck from the couch. He glanced in her direction.

“Hmm?”

“Shotgun?” she asked.

Bakugou could’ve sworn he saw Todoroki’s eyes flick in his direction for a split second, before he nodded and brought the glowing blunt between his fingers to his lips. Momo lifted her torso from the couch before leaning over, crawling a little bit towards Todoroki.

Bakugou watched from across the room, enraptured as Todoroki took a long, slow hit from the blunt and held the smoke in his mouth. He then turned into Momo and brought a gentle hand to her neck, leaning in close to her lips.

Bakugou felt his palms begin to crack and his stomach flip.

They looked like they were just about to kiss, right there on the precipice of it—but their lips never touched. Instead, Momo just barely opened her mouth, parting her full lips as Todoroki opened up and allowed a stream of smoke to drift between her lips. Bakugou could see the thick smoke filling the fraction of space between their mouths, wispy little tendrils leaking out into the surrounding air.

Before Bakugou had a chance to blink and swallow against his parched throat, the smoke disappeared when Momo closed her mouth and pulled away from Todoroki. Her eyelids gently shuttered closed as two streams of smoke seeped from her nostrils like waterfalls,  before vanishing into the hazy air. The sight of...whatever that was...did something to Bakugou, cementing him in place and rattling his chest with a visible shiver. 

Todoroki caught sight of his reaction—which, wasn’t surprising, he could’ve probably smelled it on him—and subtly raised an arching eyebrow without so much as a flick of his lips.

“Yaomomo,” Todoroki said, eyes still locked on Bakugou. “My turn.”

The sound Bakugou made as he tried to swallow and clear out his throat was conveniently ignored by the two of them. Momo’s mouth curved into that tantalizing smile of hers, eyes half-lidded as she nodded gently and extended her hand.

“Lend me a light, please.”

Todoroki shifted closer and presented Momo with the blunt held elegantly between two slender fingers. She popped it in her mouth and wrapped her lips around the uncharred end, leaning forward as the tip of Todoroki’s finger ignited in flames.

God, why was that so sexy? Bakugou tried to shake away the thought but it stuck like a bur.

He watched Todoroki and Momo share another cloud of smoke, but there was a difference in the way their bodies hovered, the way they held their mouths open and the way the fog of smoke seeped from Momo’s delicate mouth. Something about it was so much more alluring to Bakugou, and he felt his mind begin to wander, fantasizing about what it would be like to be between them.

“Something the matter, Bakugo-kun?”

Momo’s melodic voice made Bakugou jump in his spot. She had somehow transitioned to sitting up on her knees without him having noticed, hands placed atop her thighs and head tilted innocently to the side. Bakugou cleared his throat and readjusted himself, trying to very subtly hide the fact that he was now half hard for whatever reason.

“What…uh. W-What was that,” he asked, praying he didn’t actually sound as fragile and desperate as he thought.

“It’s a shotgun,” Todoroki chimed in, draped in lazy repose over the couch, the joint held delicately between his fingers.

Fuck, he looked…well, he looked beautiful. He was like a painting, his face shadowed in pools of dimly contoured lamplight, long neck craned just enough to expose its swanlike length. 

People aren’t supposed to look like that , Bakugou thought. Fuck him . 

He really, really needed a drink of water or something.

“Bakugou?” Todoroki’s voice pierced his meandering mind. Bakugou blinked a couple of times as his pulse jumped.

“What?”

“I asked if you wanted to try it.”

Uh.

Bakugou’s chest started to shiver from the inside. He looked back and forth between Momo and Todoroki as the grip on his knees tightened, effectively drawing all color from his knuckles. Of course the answer was yes, yes yes yes it was practically being screamed at him inside his brain. But he didn’t know how to say it, was all of the sudden too proud yet too scared and still really needed to get control of his boner. Bakugou’s tongue felt heavy as he struggled to respond.

“I-I…I don’t…I wouldn’t know how.” he managed. His gaze was fixated on Todoroki, but he noticed something moving in his peripheral vision, and then suddenly there was a warmth hovering next to him.

“Here,” Momo’s voice was smooth and sweet. One of her hands settled on his burning cheek and gently coaxed his jaw towards her.

“Do you want me to help you? It’s very easy.”

Momo’s eyes were dark and alluring, her smile inviting and warm and her body just so… right there . He couldn’t form any real words for the life of him, so he opted to give a slow, single nod, eyes glued to her glistening lips. With his permission, Momo’s smile brightened as she brought a glowing joint to her lips and took a drag.

Bakugou didn’t know what to do—was he supposed to just sit there? What if he did it wrong?

“Just follow her lead,” Todoroki interjected as though he could hear Bakugou’s thoughts. “She’s got you.”

And with that, Momo was leaning in close, her eyes hooded as she stared intently at his lips. Using her thumb, she gently took hold of Bakugou’s jaw and opened his mouth as she put her mouth barely a centimeter from his. His eyes slowly fluttered shut as he felt the thick smoke drift from Momo’s lips to his, relishing in how soft her hands were and how warm she was and how so, so close her tits were to his chest. He was lost in this almost-kiss, doing everything in his power to not close the gap between them as he let the smoke crawl into his mouth.

Just as the last wisp of smoke left Momo’s mouth, Bakugou allowed her to lift his jaw shut. From his right, he could feel the sofa sink as a breath somehow both hot and cold crowded against his ear.

“Don’t let it go yet,” Todoroki whispered, low and dense and bone-chilling. “Now give it to me.”

Bakugou didn’t resist as a cool hand snaked around and touched his cheek, guiding his head to turn the other way.

Todoroki’s eyes were impossible in their command, hypnotizing as he leaned in close to Bakugou’s mouth. He was somehow even closer than Momo had been, but still wasn’t even touching his lips. Bakugou slowly opened his quivering mouth, exhaling the smoke and allowing Todoroki to sip it from his lips. Bakugou made the conscious effort to keep his eyes open and watch Todoroki, taking in the spectacle of how inconceivably pretty he looked with his eyes closed like that.

He felt like he had been in this one spot on the couch for at least an hour. Todoroki closed his mouth and pulled away slowly, exhaling the thinned-out smoke from his nose as his fierce eyes blinked open with an owl’s gaze. The left part of Bakugou’s body suddenly felt even warmer than before; he realized Momo had scooted in closer until she was flush against his side.

“See?” she hummed, a slender hand precariously but tenderly resting on his upper thigh. “Easy.”

Bakugou swallowed hard and let his head float back over to Momo, nodding timidly.

“Yeah…” he croaked out.

“Did you like it?” Todoroki asked, voice low and rumbling against Bakugou’s neck. His soft lips were suddenly against his skin, pressing a slow kiss into Bakugou’s simmering neck.

“Y-yeah…” 

Bakugou’s voice was breathy as his eyelids fluttered closed. Every touch against his skin felt intensified, making him shudder at the gentle grazing of someone’s fingers under his shirt and along his side. Todoroki’s lips continued to plant gentle, ghosting pecks along his neck as Momo inched closer.

“How do you feel, Bakugou-kun?” she asked. He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to figure out if this was a trick or a joke or fucked up fantasy.

But when Todoroki’s tongue suddenly licked a trail along Bakugou’s neck, an involuntary, breathy moan escaped his mouth. Momo smiled, and then finally, pressed her lips against his.

Relief washed over Bakugou like a wave. He melted into the saccharine heat of Momo’s mouth as she kneaded her lips against his at a decadent, leisurely pace. Her eyes fell shut as her tongue slipped between her teeth to dance with Bakugou’s, who shuddered at the sensation combined with the chill of Todoroki’s hand now crawling under his shirt.

Holy fuck this felt good. Everything was warm and slow and heavy in a way that made him feel like he was floating in nothing but sugar-spun pleasure. It was unlike anything he’d known before—no fight, no victory, no anything was even in the same realm as this.

Todoroki’s hand crept back up to Bakugou’s cheek, gently coaxing his head and releasing him from Momo’s wet lips. When their faces were close, Todoroki leaned in and licked Bakugou’s glistening lips before pressing forward into a kiss. Another little moan left Bakugou’s mouth, and suddenly there were two more hands beneath his shirt, tracing along his chest and slithering along his hyper-sensitive skin. Every touch felt like it was being amplified ten-fold, so when a hand drifted down and lightly palmed his cock through his jeans, he was defenseless against the embarrassingly breathy gasp that escaped his mouth. He panted as Todoroki pulled off his lips.

“Bakugou-kun…” Momo’s voice beckoned him to turn and face her. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Bakugou quickly and immediately nodded, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down between his shoulder blades.

“Because we like you very much,” Todoroki added. “You’re very beautiful, you know.”

Bakugou lifted his head a little bit and furrowed his brow. A huff of air left his mouth as he shook his head.

“Wh-What. I. Just…shuddup, you don’t m—“

“We do mean it, Bakugou.” Momo interrupted. “And we want to make sure you know it.”

Bakugou’s cock twitched beneath Momo’s palm. He felt his cheeks heat up with flustered embarrassment.

“Everything about you is so alluring…” Todoroki whispered before planting soft, electric kisses on Bakugou’s neck. He shivered and panted at the way his skin seemed to sing, the way his nerve endings sparked and popped and fizzled like firecrackers. Momo’s palm continued to gently rub over the crotch of his jeans.

Without thinking, Bakugou brought a hand to Momo’s hair and ran his fingers through the cascading locks. She smiled and let him pull her slowly to his mouth, kissing her with a hot, heavy tongue.

There were no words in his head anymore, only sounds and colors and tingles.

Bakugou’s mouth sunk into Momo’s with slow, languid drags of his tongue. A soft moan seeped from her mouth and shot straight to his dick, which was now throbbing beneath both Momo and Todoroki’s hands. Hungry and desperate to feel more, Bakugou suddenly pulled off Momo's mouth and made a snap decision, turning his head and diving in to kiss Todoroki.

Shit, he was so…his mouth was so cool it burned, or maybe so hot that it was cold? He couldn’t tell, but he didn’t want to think about it, opting to part his lips and let Todoroki’s tongue take the lead. He didn’t even notice when Momo had swung her leg over his waist and planted herself in his lap; not until he felt the sting of her teeth on his ear.

“ Shit, ” he hissed, popping off of Todoroki’s lips. Bakugou let his head fall back against the couch, panting to catch his breath while Todoroki lightly kissed his jaw.

“You taste amazing… ” Todoroki hummed. Bakugou could feel his heartbeat in his dick.

“Is this okay with you?” Momo whispered. 

All at once, every touch and kiss stilled for a moment.

“We can stop if you want,” Todoroki added, soft and sincere in his tone. Bakugou swallowed hard and looked down at his lap before meeting both sets of burning eyes before him. He gently shook his head.

“I…I don’t. I don’t want you to.” Bakugou uttered. Momo leaned right into his ear.

“Don’t want us to what ?” she pressed on. Bakugou breathed out a sigh from the tingle of her voice.

“Fuck…don’t want you to stop… ” he whispered. His blood was simmering now, his cock so hard it actually hurt like an itch. Bakugou could feel the curvature of Momo’s smile and the vibration of her encouraging hum against his skin.

“You can always change your mind,” she said, grinding herself against his lap. “But until then…”

Another roll of her hips sent Bakugou’s head back with an unrestrained groan.

“…we want to make you feel good.”

Todoroki continued before pulling Bakugou in for another kiss. The chilling heat of his tongue was sending him somewhere far away, and it became impossible for Bakugou to stop himself from shaking at this point. He’d never been more turned on his goddamn life.

Melting into Todoroki’s mouth, Bakugou suddenly felt the shifting weight of Momo’s body as she slid down his lap and onto her knees in front of him. His lips and tongue still occupied, he cracked open an eye just in time to see Momo at eye level with his dick, her hands delicately undoing the button on his jeans. He gulped a deep breath of air, turning his head to see it for himself.

“You’re shaking,” Todoroki said gently. “No need to be nervous. She’s very good at sucking a cock.” 

Bakugou’s fingertips literally started to spark as he choked on his saliva. He’d never heard Todoroki say something so vulgar , but considering how hard his dick throbbed in response, he’d decided he really, really needed to hear more.

Bakugou’s damp chest rose and fell as he watched Momo carefully extricate his cock from his jeans and briefs. It was so hard it practically sprang up at the release, the tip already embarrassingly dewy with precum.

“Mmmm,” Momo hummed, her hands settling and curling atop his thighs. “Beautiful.”

“ Beautiful. ” Todoroki reiterated with amazed pride, nose pressed to Bakugou’s sweaty temple. His whisper rattled Bakugou all the way down to the base of his spine.

Trembling with blind, horny anticipation, Bakugou watched hungry-eyed as Momo opened her mouth and pressed the flat of her tongue to the side of his cock, licking in a long stripe all the way from the base to the tip.

“Ahh—hah…“ Bakugou whimpered on a shaky breath.

Momo’s slate eyes met his as she closed her lips around the head, tightening the pressure as she sucked in her cheeks and slowly sank further down his shaft. Bakugou’s eyes rolled back as his head fell to the side, panting as twisting roots of pleasure dug deep inside his belly.

“F-Fuck, Ponytail…” he hissed.

Todoroki’s cool hand began to snake up Bakugou’s shirt. With a sudden shocking chill, he pinched a nipple between his fingers, forcing a choked gasp from his mouth and sending his nerve endings into a frenzy. Bakugou’s hand shot out to clutch the fabric of the couch, hoping to muffle the sparks popping at his fingers.

Momo’s hot mouth and full lips continued to slide up and down Bakugou’s cock, her head bobbing with a precise rhythm as she sunk further down his length. Bakugou brought a shaky hand out before him, trying to move the curtain of hair away from her lovely face for a better view.

Everything moved in slow motion as Bakugou tried to pinpoint the pleasure he was feeling, to etch the sensation into his bone marrow to relive over and over again. Todoroki’s tongue on his neck, his fingers pinching his nipples, Momo’s mouth curled around his cock—everything was so much, too much, and yet he found himself growing hungry for more, desperate to make it last.

“Fuck,” Bakugou whined, turning to face Todoroki. He eagerly pressed forward and drove his tongue into his mouth, desperately needing to just kiss his stupid pretty face and burn away the pleasure boiling in his blood.

Momo’s mouth picked up speed as her lips tightened again, stopping just below the head and squeezing with almost too much pressure. Bakugou yelped into Todoroki’s mouth, starting to now reflexively grind his hips up and fuck into Momo’s taut lips. She swallowed against him, her throat tightening with an audibly wet, choked gag.

“Easy, Katsuki.” Todoroki said, moving his cool hand down to his lower belly.

Bakugou shivered, stopping himself and lifting Momo’s head from his dick, hand woven in the mess of her hair. Her face was flushed bright red, tiny pinpricks of tears stuck at the corners of her eyes. A string of saliva hung from her lips and connected to his cock.

Bakugou shivered, stopping himself and lifting Momo’s head from his dick, hand weaved in the mess of her hair. Her face was flushed bright red, tiny pin pricks of tears stuck at the corners of her eyes. A string of saliva hung from her lips and connected to his cock.

“Fuck,” Bakugou hissed. “Your fuckin’ mouth, Ponytail…”

Momo dramatically wiped at her lips with a single finger, smirking with pride. Stone grey eyes burning into him like coals as she rose to her feet.

“Don’t worry, Bakugou-kun.” Momo’s arms crossed in front of her as she reached for the hem of her shirt.

“Shochan knows I can take it. I’m a big girl, after all. Isn’t that right?”

Todoroki hummed with satisfaction, palming himself over his jeans. Bakugou licked his lips and stared, wide eyed and enraptured as Momo pulled her top off to reveal her large breasts, just barely covered by a black lace bra. Momo hooked her fingers in the waistband of her silk shorts and slowly turned her back to the boys, playfully shimmying out of them and letting them float to the floor and reveal the matching lace panties over her ass.

Bakugou’s dick jumped at the sight. She was built like a goddamn pornstar.

“She’s lovely, isn’t she?” Todoroki whispered, one hand over his crotch and the other lightly grazing over Bakugou’s hard cock.

“Yeah,” Bakugou breathed, mouth dry and head syrupy.

The way Momo giggled and glanced over her shoulder did nothing to clear his head. She slid her hands all over her ass and back, digging her manicured fingers into the meat of her own flesh. Bakugou felt Todoroki’s breathing pick up a bit as Momo’s hands found their way to the back of her bra. Back still turned, she unhooked the clasp (one handed, because she was a show-off), and let her bra slide off her shoulders and to her feet. Bakugou was aching in anticipation.

“Come here, angel.” Todoroki said softly, his own voice starting to shudder a bit.

At his command, Momo slowly turned over her shoulder, completely bare save for the thin panties still on her hips. The dim lighting in the room exaggerated the curves of Momo’s bare breasts and waist. A thin sheen of sweat caught the light in a way that made her skin shine like diamond. Bakugou’s stoned-out mind short circuited. He couldn’t help himself as he brought a hand to his own desperate cock, squeezing it once to get some kind of relief.

“You’re teasing us,” Todoroki said, his own hand undoing his pants. “So coquettish.”

Bakugou shivered as Momo giggled again, that same haunting giggle that seemed to wrap around his cock. She slowly made her way over to the couch and settled herself onto Todoroki’s lap.

Momo was barely settled when Todoroki eagerly pulled her into a deep kiss, a soft moan of relief seeping from his mouth. Wisps of steam and frosty fog rose from his hands as he let them explore over her bare stomach and back.

Their kiss was dense and thick, their mouths open enough that Bakugou could see the fervor of their tongues between their lips.

Bakugou scrubbed a hand through his hair and stroked his cock, watching Todoroki’s hands make their way to dig into the meat of Momo’s ass. He ground his hips up into her and squeezed, pulling off of her mouth with a pant. He kissed his way down her neck, over her collarbone, until his lips found her pert nipple. Throwing her head back, Momo mewled as Todoroki took her nipple in his mouth, sucking and grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin.

Bakugou might as well have not even been there. He swallowed against the desert of his mouth as his eyes glazed over, glued with envy on Momo’s erect nipple caught between Todoroki’s teeth.

That should be me, He found himself wishing. But in which position exactly, he wasn’t certain.

A gunmetal eye glanced in his direction, catching the needy look threaded through his brow. Momo smirked and brought a hand to Todoroki’s cheek.

“Shochan, sharing is caring, remember?”

Todoroki gently pulled away from Momo’s now wet nipple and glanced up at her. A wisp of cool air escaped his mouth as he exhaled, turning his head in Bakugou’s direction.

“Of course…” He answered, voice barely on his breath. Bakugou licked his dry lips and let his eyes fall to Momo’s breast.

Momo reached out to Bakugou and grazed his cheek as she shifted his way, until she had each of the boys’ outer legs straddled between her thighs. Glancing up at Momo once for silent permission, Bakugou’s mouth hovered just over her nipple. She bit a lip through a tantalizing smile.

That was all the permission Bakugou needed.

He took Momo’s nipple into his eager mouth and teased the sensitive bud with his tongue, saliva seeping from his mouth. Momo gasped at the sensation, her nails digging into Bakugou’s shoulder for purchase. Todoroki wasted no time in following suite, connecting his mouth with her other nipple enthusiastically.

“Ohh, God…” Momo sighed, body sensitive and electric as two sets of hands and tongues explored her skin.

Bakugou languished in the feeling of Momo’s nipple between his lips, wanting to live inside it forever. His cock was desperate now, aching for relief. He let a hand snake down Momo’s back and around his dick, moaning as he pumped himself while keeping her in his mouth.

“No you don’t...” Momo breathed, her hand jumping to wrap around his. She carefully pulled his digits away and replaced them with her own, pumping at her own leisurely pace.

Bakugou pulled his lips away with a groan, eyes squeezed tight.

“Shit,” He hissed, head feeling too heavy and desperate. “I c-can’t—“

“Would you like to cum, Katsuki?” She taunted, voice thin as Todoroki’s tongue continued to work her other nipple. Bakugou hissed and nodded, biting his lip as his head fall hopelessly against the couch. He didn’t even care that she wrapped that tantalizing voice around his fucking name. He just wanted to cum.

“Shochan,” Momo breathed, coaxing him off her breast. “Katsuki wants to cum.”

Todoroki turned his flushed face away from Momo’s nipple and into Bakugou’s sweat covered face. He tilted his head innocently.

“Already?” He asked, teasing without even trying.

Bakugou was a mess. All he could do was whimper through the twitching. Momo leaned down and kissed him hot on the mouth and released her grip on his dick.

“Well, I’ll have to help you then, won’t I?”

Bakugou felt the weight on him shift as Momo returned to her knees in front of both boys.

Todoroki fully freed himself from his pants to reveal his erect, shiny cock. Bakugou couldn’t help but stare at it with needy eyes. It was like looking at the platonic ideal of a dick. Honestly, it was just unfair how nice it looked. Brought back to the present with a shudder, Bakugou gasped when he felt the familiar wet heat of Momo’s mouth back on his cock.

“Ahh, hnnng shit, that’s—oh fuck…”

Bakugou was lost to Momo’s tongue as she worked him up and down with her mouth, audibly groaning and choking on his length. Todoroki’s breath began to hitch as Momo wrapped her other hand around him to stroke him simultaneously.

Having been edged for what felt like 30 years, it took almost no time for Bakugou to begin to unravel. Tight heat snaked through his abdomen and gripped him at the base of his spine as he felt himself reaching an end.

“I’m, fuck I’m g-gonna—gonna cum…”

Momo brought her lips down to the very base of Bakugou’s cock, tightening her throat with a wet choking noise. The grip of her throat was too much, everything was too hot and Bakugou couldn’t have held himself back a second longer.

“F-Fuck—!”

Bakugou’s back arched off the couch as he cried out, cumming in a blind haze down Momo’s throat. He felt himself twitch and writhe beneath the heat of her lips, saliva and cum leaking from her mouth as he fucked into her face through his orgasm. The way her throat tightened as she swallowed him down drove him over the edge.

Every nerve ending in his body was on fire, his palms actually sparking enough to fill the room with the smell of burnt sugar. The oversensitivity became too much for Bakugou, making him yelp through a broken moan as he desperately tried to wriggle out of Momo’s tight-lipped grasp.

“N-no more, too much, too fucking much…”

Momo finally slipped off of Bakugou’s cock, giving him reprieve from the overstimulation. He swallowed hard and tried to catch his breath, sinking into the couch until his head fell atop Todoroki’s shoulder. A cool hand ran through his hair with a shudder.

“You’re so good, Katsuki…” Todoroki hummed, pressing his lips to his sweaty jaw. Bakugou was too spent to do anything except try and catch his breath.

“…but we’re not finished yet.”

Todoroki’s whispering voice sent a new chill down Bakugou’s spine. Lifting his heavy eyes to meet Todoroki’s, he swallowed hard.

“Don’t think I can fuckin’ take anymore, Halfie,” He breathed. Todoroki leaned forward and enveloped his mouth in a kiss. His tongue tasted like pure bliss.

After a moment, Todoroki pulled away gently and traced a thumb over his lips.

“Oh I wasn’t referring to you.” Todoroki said.

Bakugou’s heavy eyes widened as he left the cool hand turn his head and direct his gaze to his lap, where Momo sat pink-cheeked and panting on her knees. Her glassy eyes sent a bolt of yearning through his gut.

“Don’t you want to know how she tastes?”

Bakugou was so turned on his ears were burning. His cock was still spent, but he could feel a familiar itch coursing through his thighs and abdomen. All he could do was nod, eyes trailing down her body to the last article of clothing she was still wearing. Momo sat back on her heels and combed a hand through the tangle of her raven hair, bare chest heaving as she caught her breath. Even through the dried trails of tears and smeared residual cum on her chin, her face was captivating. Bakugou felt the brush of soft fingers against his sides and shivered as Todoroki coaxed him forward to remove his shirt.

“You want to know how she likes it?” Todoroki’s whispered into Bakugou’s ear before nibbling on his skin.

Bakugou groaned and turned into Todoroki, bringing his hands around his swan neck and kissing him deeply. Todoroki kneaded his lips against Bakugou’s for a moment, before pulling away to remove his own shirt.

“Momo,” Todoroki said, rising from the couch and leaving Bakugou in his spot, painfully desperate for more.

“I think Katsuki is hungry.”

Momo blinked slowly as she directed her gaze to Bakugou, a coy smile drawing on her lips. But before Bakugou could dive to grab her, Todoroki bent down and brought his arms beneath Momo’s legs, lifting in a carriage hold like she weighed nothing. Momo squealed, equally as caught off guard as Bakugou.

Todoroki carried Momo over to the velvet chaise and laid her down on her back. Bakugou’s pulse picked up as he caught a striking expression of control emanating from Todoroki’s glowing eyes as they trailed down Momo’s splayed body.

And holy fuck was it hot.

“But do you know what I think?” Todoroki said, voice thick and dark. Momo shook her head and bit her lip, staring down at his tall cock.

“I think…” Todoroki pulled his pants entirely off and knelt at the foot of the chaise near Momo’s feet.

Bakugou’s stomach coiled up as he watched Todoroki hook his fingers in Momo’s panties and slide them off her legs, discarding them lazily on the floor. His hands trailed up Momo’s legs and thighs before gently parting them open at her knees.

“…He’s going to have to wait his turn.”

The air got sucked from Bakugou’s lungs like a vacuum. Todoroki sent him one last piercing glare before eagerly diving in between Momo’s legs. The broken, breathy scream that left her mouth took hold of Bakugou’s whole body—he had never heard a sound so gripping, so hot in his life.

Momo’s back arched as she threw her head back against the chaise, eyes pinched shut as Todoroki greedily sucked on her clit and folds. He brought his hands to the bottom of her thighs and pressed them forward, effectively bending her in half.

Bakugou’s cock was already beginning to swell back to life.

“Ohh God, that’s it, Sho...r-right there…!” Momo mewled, grinding against Todoroki’s prodding tongue. The sounds of his groans and the wet slide of his tongue over Momo’s slick was too overwhelming for Bakugou. He found himself angrily yearning to switch places with either of them again.

And he fucking knew Todoroki was taunting him, humming in satisfaction as he buried his face deeper to Momo’s pussy. He opened his mouth and pressed the whole flat of his tongue against her, maintaining steely eye contact while licking a long stripe through her slick folds. It was all Bakugou could do to shimmy out of his jeans and wrap a hand around his cock, hissing as he squeezed himself for relief. Being forced to just look and not touch was maddening.

“C’mon...” He groaned, leaning forward.

Todoroki shot a sharp glare in Bakugou’s direction, his mouth still working against Momo’s clit with hungry, wet sounds. After a beat, he pulled away from her with a slick pop, forcing a gasp of shock from Momo’s mouth.

Bakugou froze as Todoroki slowly stood up and slowly moved closer to him. His chin and nose were sticky with a sheen of Momo’s wetness. Without warning, he hovered over Bakugou and aggressively pulled his face into deep kiss. Bakugou melted, his chest swelling as he tasted Momo on Todoroki’s tongue. The shock of this ballsy, dominant Todoroki shot straight to Bakugou’s cock. He tried to reach for his neck to kiss him deeper, but Todoroki took hold of his climbing hands and pulled him from the couch.

Bakugou clumsily stepped out of his jeans and allowed Todoroki to lead him across the room like a dog on a leash. His legs shook as he caught glimpse of a flush-faced Momo heaving on the chaise, one arm bent to cover her knit brow.

“You’ve always been so impatient.” Todoroki said.

Soon Bakugou found himself standing at the foot of the chaise, eyes scanning down Momo’s flushed body. Her knees were bent and closed together, keeping Bakugou from getting a view of her pussy.

A cool hand suddenly brushed over his spine and punched a gasp from his lungs. Suddenly the steam of Todoroki’s breath was burning against the shell of his ear. A hot hand suddenly took hold of the back of his neck, jarring enough to make him flinch.

“You better make her cum.” Todoroki whispered, the edge of his voice slicing like a hot knife through Bakugou’s stomach.

Holy shit. He wasn’t gonna last.

Before he could gather up the words, Todoroki forced Bakugou to his knees, searing fingers still curled around the back of his neck.

“Eat up, Katsuki.”

That same rumbling voice commanded Bakugou and made his throat synch up. With shaking, fumbling hands, he reached forward and wrapped his fingers around Momo’s ankles. He then pulled her closer to him with a quick jolt, a yelp of shock coming from her mouth. Todoroki was still kneeling just behind Bakugou, smiling against his neck, controlling him like it was nothing.

“That’s right. Make her scream…”

In this position, Bakugou felt like he needed to obey, like he wasn’t even capable of not following under Todoroki’s gruff commands. Catching his bottom lip between his teeth, Bakugou’s lungs rattled as he brought his hands up the back of Momo’s thighs, squeezing them as he spread her open and dove into her center.

“Ahhh—!”

Momo cried out the second Bakugou brought his lips over her clit, sucking and worrying the swollen bud gently between his teeth. His shaking breath muffled against the grind of her pussy, her hand hastily grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing him further against her. Jolts of anxious, fervent energy spiraled through his body as he continued to work his tongue against Momo’s pussy, slipping the tip between her lips and prodding inside of her wet hole.

Maybe it was the weed or the desperate horniness, but Momo tasted divine. Ambrosia for gods, and he lapped up every bit of it with greed and ecstasy. 

The breathy, high-pitched squeals and moans that escaped Momo’s mouth only encouraged him further. His hands rubbed along the bottom of her thighs as he devoured her clit, fingers leaving tiny welts as he slid them aggressively up to her inner thigh. When he took a moment to crack his eyes open, he glanced up and could only see the curves and valleys of Momo's squirming body before him. He admired the sight and closed his lips around her clit, humming at the way her neck looked as it strained from the tension of her immense pleasure.

Just as Bakugou felt himself get into a rhythm, a sudden heat pooled in his stomach and grabbed him from deep inside. He shivered and pulled away from Momo’s pussy with a sharp gasp, choking on air as Todoroki’s superheated hand took hold of his cock and began to work him.

“Sh-Shit, Halfie—you, you gotta give me a fuckin’ warning…”

Todoroki’s low chuckle of amusement reverberated through Bakugou’s belly as precum began to leak over searing fingers, increasing the glide along his cock.

“Didn’t say you could stop,” Todoroki whispered. “You can cum after she cums. Got it, Katsuki?”

Bakugou’s head felt against the velvet chaise with a groan. He couldn’t think straight, the logical part of his brain thoroughly fucked out of his head. Hissing against the squeezing pressure, he barred his teeth and nodded.

“Y-Yes, fuck, I…fine, fuck just don’t s-stop…”

Todoroki didn’t have a chance to respond before Momo’s hands reached back down and scrambled to Bakugou’s head, gripping his hair and pulling him back to her needy pussy.

“Keep going…” She groaned, the pathetic mewl of her pleading adding fuel to the growing fire in Bakugou’s belly.

Trying to keep his focus, Bakugou’s tongue and mouth went back to working against Momo’s swollen pussy. He groaned and pulled away to take a breath, Todoroki’s second hand chilled to the bone as he gently toyed with his balls.

“Katsuki…” Todoroki said.

“…Use your fingers.”

Bakugou swallowed hard and shook his head, confused and eyes pinched shut. “Wh-what…how…”

He didn’t know what Todoroki meant—his jaw was about to permanently lock shut with how furiously he was eating Momo out. He let out a whine as Todoroki’s fist slowed to an agonizing rhythm.

“Two fingers,” Todoroki breathed. “Put them inside, and curl.”

Choking down the sudden lump in his throat, Bakugou let his head fall back with a nod. He caught his breath after a second and opened his eyes, carefully watching as he slid two fingers through Momo’s slick before plunging them inside.

“Fuck!“ She hissed between clenched teeth. Todoroki hummed approvingly, chin rest on Bakugou’s shoulder to watch.

Bakugou licked his lips and gently curled his fingers, the pads pressing against the spongy, tight wall of her pussy. Momo shuddered and clenched down on Bakugou’s fingers with a hiss.

“That’s it,” Todoroki encouraged. “Keep going. Yeah, just like that.”

Momo’s breathy squeals twisted into infinitely darker groans, her voice seeming to come from somewhere deep in her belly. Her toes curled against the chaise as she ground herself against Bakugou’s now quickly moving hand. Unable to resist, Bakugou sent his fingers deeper inside of Momo and brought his tongue and lips back to work her clit. Her breathing picked up as Bakugou lost himself, eyes closed as he savored the way she tasted and clenched around his fingers.

“I…I’m, fuck, I’m so close…” Momo breathed, voice barely on her breath.

Todoroki huffed a small chuckle of satisfaction into Bakugou’s back, coaxing and encouraging him further. When Bakugou’s teeth brushed against Momo’s clit, he suddenly felt her body and breathing still sharply beneath his mouth, like the life got sucked out of her for a moment.

It was two seconds of this pause, before Momo suddenly screamed, long and drawn and voice scraping against her chords. Bakugou’s dick twitched as he suddenly felt a flood gush from Momo as she came, soaking his hand and mouth. He continued to suck and nibble on Momo’s clit, absolutely living for the way she writhed and came completely undone beneath him. It was only when her sensitivity got the best of her that a hand scrambled down between her legs to press against Bakugou’s forehead and push him away. Coming up for air with a sharp breath, Bakugou pulled back and stopped his relentless teasing.

But he was soon falling prey his own sudden, startling encroaching pleasure.

Todoroki was panting against Bakugou’s back, both of his hands working his swollen cock.

“You’re so good, did so good, you wanna cum now? You wanna fucking cum, Katsuki?”

Bakugou whined and felt a bead of sweat trail down his neck as he was worked into a panting, drooling mess. But just before he could come, literally at the very precipice of it, Todoroki’s cool hand quickly shifted to squeeze a tight ring around the back of Bakugou’s cock and balls, stopping his orgasm dead in its tracks.

A weak cry tore from Bakugou's throat, head falling against Momo’s belly as he panted with defeat and frustration. 

“What the fuck,” He hissed desperately. “The fuck’re you doing…you, fuckin’ Half & Half asshole…”

Todoroki shushed Bakugou, streams of cool breath seeping from his mouth as he panted against his neck and kept the tight hold around his sufficiently blue balls.

“I promise…you’ll thank me later. Just be patient, Katsuki.”

Bakugou swallowed hard and gently lifted his head, realizing he still had his fingers inside of Momo’s pussy. He took a second to just watch her as she panted against the chaise, her hair and face a sweaty mess as she caught her breath and came back to herself. He leaned in to press a few soft kisses to Momo’s inner thigh as he slowly pulled his fingers away, forcing one last weak gasp from her mouth. Bakugou felt Todoroki’s cool fingers wrap around his wrist. He let his eyes trail to follow as Todoroki lightly brought Bakugou’s wet fingers to his mouth.

His eyes blew out as he watched Todoroki wrap his lips around the wet digits and greedily suck. A shiver crackled along Bakugou’s spine as he felt the warmth of his wet tongue glide along his fingers, before releasing them with a pop. Those heterochromatic eyes were hypnotic, maintaining contact like he was taking stock of Bakugou’s rambling thoughts. He took his time as he lowered Bakugou’s fingers away from his mouth, eyes lidded and impossibly dark as he inched closer to his face. Bakugou’s body melted in gluey ribbons as he languished in the soft, unhurried kiss. His eyes fell closed with a tiny squeak of a moan.

He couldn’t remember if anything had ever tasted so good.

The sound of a matchstick scraping along strike paper flicked in his ear. He let Todoroki gently knead against his mouth for a moment more before turning his head towards Momo. The smell of sulfur and weed quickly filled the air as Momo took a drag from the piece, exhaling with closed eyes as she combed a hand through her tangle of hair. A satisfied sigh left her mouth as she looked at Katsuki, a warm smile cutting her lips.

“Mmmm. I love watching pretty boys kiss.”

Todoroki tsked, not looking at Momo as he hummed and traced a tiny kitten lick over the corner of Bakugou's mouth.

“Fujoshi…” He murmured, voice dark and thick like treacle, but still with a playful little bite. Bakugou felt his whole chest burn with a flush. The soft giggle Momo let out in response did nothing to help him.

“Katsuki, you’re so cute when you blush like that…”

Momo slowly rose to sit up as she took another hit, the bend of her body and the delicate folding of her skin taking Bakugou’s vision captive.

“…are you still feeling good?”

Momo scooted forward on the chaise until her feet were flat on the ground. She extended her slender free hand out to Bakugou’s face—it was instinct that guided him to press forward and lean into the touch. She extended the pipe out to hover just in front of Bakugou’s mouth. He gently wrapped his lips around it, watching and waiting like a puppy as Todoroki’s hand hovered just in front of his face.

He hummed playfully as he did a little trick with the flame, letting it curl up in a little wisp before shrinking it down to a tiny ball, lighting the bowl as Bakugou inhaled. The effect was immediate and deeper this time, the headiness swirling around him comfortably like a wool blanket.

The silkiness of Momo's impossibly soft hand grazing along his cheek forced a sigh from his lungs. Her voice was languid and rich against his ear, undeniably tempting. He licked his lips and nodded shakily, dick still hard and chest still fizzling with anticipation.

“Y-Yeah…” He drawled. A sudden chill shot through his body like a spear when he felt Todoroki’s cool breath tickle his ear.

Everything felt so good against his skin, every touch and graze and wisp of air raised goosebumps along his whole body and made the hairs on his neck stand on end. Todoroki was pressing his warm chest against his back, letting his hands gently trail and explore along Bakugou’s arms and neck and clavicle and belly like he had all of the time in the world. The sweet smell of his own scent lingered with the thick clouds of haze and floated through the air. 

“Katsuki,” Todoroki said, voice clear and direct enough to make Bakugou’s eyes creak open. Momo gently guided his head in Todoroki’s direction for him, which was nice of her, since the muscles in his neck were completely rubber. Todoroki looked right into Bakugou’s heavy eyes, pushing pieces of his sweat laden hair out of the way.

“You’ve been so good tonight…” He said softly. “And I think you’ve more than earned this.”

It took a moment for the words to register to Bakugou, his brain having to wade through the cement of the second high. He blinked, still transfixed by Todoroki’s stare. His jaw was lazy and slow as he shook his head.

“Whaddayoumean…” Bakugou slurred. Todoroki’s lips curled into a smirk, a small chuckle huffing its way out. He hovered in closer to Bakugou’s ear.

“What do you want to do, Katsuki?”

Bakugou’s whole torso immediately started to swell from the inside with the familiar heat of anticipation. He felt Todoroki hum at the way he shivered in response.

“I…to…you?” He asked.

“Either of us,” Momo answered, guiding his head to face her. “Or both. Whatever you want, baby.”

Fuck, he did not expect to like being called that as much as he did. The proposal being made was lost in him somewhere, and it took him a few turns of breath to connect his thoughts together with the barest kind of cohesion.

What did he want to do to?

Well. Jesus Christ, he wanted to do everything. No inch of skin untouched, nothing unexplored, untasted, empty. His head swelled with horny indecision, overwhelmed by the slurred string of the infinite possibilities that were now open to him and flickering through his mind.

“Words, Katsuki.”

Bakugou blinked over his drying eyes as Todoroki brushed his cool fingertips over his nipples, eliciting the barest moan.

“Talk to us, honey. Tell us what you want.” Momo coaxed. Bakugou swallowed down the dry catch in his throat and tried to get his mind in order. His eyes fell to the creases of her soft skin, just above her pussy.

“I…fuck, I wanna…I wanna f-fuck you…” He said with a shiver. Momo smiled with a hum and took another hit from the piece. Just as she was about to speak, Bakugou looked back up at her face with what he could only imagine was the most submissive stare of his life.

“…b-but I want. I want…you, too—“ Bakugou head slowly turned towards Todoroki, his nose barely an inch away. A desperate, aching whisper seeped from his mouth.

“I want…I-I need…both of you…fuck…”

Momo and Todoroki met each other’s eyes, each one twinkling with a lusty excitement. Brushing his fingers through Bakugou’s hair, Todoroki nodded.

“Of course, Katsuki. You can take care of both of us, how does that sound?”

Bakugou could only moan and lick his lips in response, nodding eagerly as Todoroki’s hand involuntarily began to ghost over his cock. When he finally slid his delicately chilled fingers over the head, Bakugou eked out a tiny, involuntary sob. Todoroki shushed him gently, sliding his hand only once over Bakugou’s weeping dick before pulling it away.

“I’ll let you do the touching now, Katsuki.” His breath misted in a cool fog over Bakugou’s flushed cheek.

“You said you wanted to fuck Momo, yes?”

Bakugou nodded, eyes heavily lidded as he just barely opened them. He trembled, licking his lips.

“I…b-but, I don’t. I haven’t, I h-haven’t done it…before…”

The breath left both Momo and Todoroki’s lungs in silent unison as they shared a wide-eyed glance. Without averting her gaze, Momo gently spoke.

“Bakugou…are you a virgin?”

He swallowed hard and thick, suddenly painfully aware of the situation, sobering him up like a slap.

Fuck. They were gonna laugh him out of the room. What the fuck was he even thinking? He didn’t even know how to fuck someone; he’d only ever seen porn, and the only thing that touched his dick before tonight was his own hand and his pillow. He was just this little cagey asshole, inexperienced & pitiful, completely stoned stupid in between two sexy drug lords. Why would they even want to fuck him? Every insecurity swirled back to Bakugou in a tormenting spiral. His eyes opened wider, his heart dropping as he snapped his head away from their line of sight.

“I…fuck. Yeah, okay? I’m…’m sorry, I don’t, I—I won’t—“

Bakugou made the barest shift to move away, but Todoroki’s grasp on his bicep tightened as he pulled him back in. Momo immediately began to protest.

“No no no no, don’t apologize, Bakugou—“

“Katsuki.”

Todoroki’s voice was chilling, commanding and resonant as it shot to Bakugou’s dick. He kept his head turned away in embarrassment, a hot, red blush dusting his cheeks and chest.

“Hey. Look at me, Katsuki.”

Like a spell, Bakugou followed that voice, reluctant to meet Todoroki’s eyes but purely unable to resist. When their gazes interlocked, Bakugou felt his stomach tighten and ease up all at once.

“Do not. Be embarrassed. You,” His cool hand came to cup Bakugou’s cheek.

“We want you. If you want us, we don’t care how you do it.”

Uh. Well.

That made Bakugou feel. Weird. Warm, but not in that panicky kind of way. Like in a cozy sort of way, enveloping and…good. It was like Todoroki took a look inside Bakugou’s chaotic brain and found a way to ease him by saying the words he didn’t even know he needed to hear. Feeling a slight bit of comfort, Bakugou caught his breath and dipped his head low, letting it meet the curve of Todoroki’s clavicle.

“I…you have to…you have to show me…”

The words were hard to pry from his mouth, coming out like metal, scraping his tongue on the way out. But they came out, eventually.

“Wanna make you…feel good. I wanna do it r-right.”

Momo and Todoroki were silent. The only sound came a heavy second later, the brush of skin sliding against velvet and the shifting of limbs. Before he could register what was happening, Momo was on the floor in front of Bakugou, taking his face in her soft hands.

She gently adjusted his head and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his and kissing him warmly. It was soft, it felt passionate, felt strong and needy and hot. He let her take the lead as she parted her lips and slipped her tongue between his teeth, filling his chest with burning anticipation and tension as he got in a rhythm to kiss her back.

When she pulled away after a moment, Bakugou opened his eyes to see her beautiful face right in line with his, her kiss warm lips burning pink and her cheeks rosy with flush. Her eyes were dark and enticing, these deep wells he was desperate to get lost in.

“Bakugou…” She hummed, voice low and enchanting. Her hand traced down his cheek and side, landing atop his hand with a curl of her fingers around his palm. She then leaned right into his ear, whispering and sending a vicious tremble through his gut.

“I need your cock inside of me.”

Holy shit.

Bakugou could only stare at Momo with the vacant, wide eyed gaze of an apostle upon a God. She tugged at his hand and he followed her lead, allowing her to bring him to her bed, pulling him along as she settled back against the plush mattress. Desperate and trembling with horny anticipation, Bakugou let instinct guide him as he crashed his mouth against Momo’s with a moan. She returned a little squeak of surprise, melting into his touch and shaking hands.

Soon Bakugou’s hesitation was gone for a moment as his horny, animalistic, zooted brain took charge, tongue swirling inside Momo’s honeyed mouth and trembling hands sliding their way up and down her soft curves. Everything felt more insistent, more desperate with every kiss and moan and slide of soft skin against calloused hands. Bakugou barely noticed the mattress shift under the weight of Todoroki until he felt a burning set of lips trailing kisses along his spine.

Momo popped off Bakugou’s mouth with a gasp, chest heaving beneath him as she caught her breath. She leaned in close, pressing their foreheads together as her hand slinked down Bakugou’s stomach and curled around his cock. He hissed through bared teeth, throwing his head back at the touch.

“F-fuck…” He groaned. He looked back down at Momo, whose eyes were devious and shimmering with sex.

“Can…can I—“ He choked out.

“Yes, Bakugou…fuck me.”

Bakugou swallowed hard and looked down between his and Momo’s body, bringing his trembling hand to the base of his cock as Momo let him go. When he just barely pressed the tip against her slick pussy, he shuddered on a pant at the sensation. Momo hummed in encouragement, and soon Todoroki’s hands were sliding along his hips and ass from behind.

“That’s it, just like that…” He whispered into Bakugou’s sweaty back. Bakugou trapped his lower lip between his teeth as he finally began to push forward into Momo, letting her suck him in with the slick warmth of her pussy.

“Ohhh, shit…”

Momo breathed as Bakugou slowly drove his twitching cock into her core. It felt so easy, so soft and warm and plush yet still so tight. When he finally bottomed out, a shiver that went all the way to his fucking soul rattled him with a groan. He looked down into Momo’s face, and seeing her open mouth and large hooded eyes was all it took. He let his body take over, let instinct allow him to chase his pleasure as he brought his hips back and started fucking Momo.

Being inside of someone for the first time made Bakugou’s head swell. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to vibrate with both relief and desperation with each pump of his hips. He was on fire, his chest full and warm and his cock aching from the sensation of fucking something other than a pillow for the first time.

The absolutely pornographic sounds leaving Momo’s mouth were only making Bakugou even more feral. Each time Bakugou pounded into her, these huffy little moans escaped her lips, almost like they were being punched out of her with each thrust.

“F-fuck, B-Bakugou, ahh, you—oh God, yes…” She hissed on the last word, and Bakugou felt her clench around his cock from the inside.

Jesus Christ he was gonna cum if he didn’t control himself, but he didn’t want to stop. Fortunately, Todoroki seemed to read his mind and traced his hands over Bakugou’s back.

“Katsuki…” He whispered against his trembling shoulders, coaxing him to slow down his erratic thrusting. “Can I do something for you?”

A too-hot hand began to slither down Bakugou’s spine before resting atop the curve of his ass. Bakugou bit back a groan at the sensation, remembering he was still buried inside of Momo’s tight, warm walls as she clenched around him.

“I-I…y-yeah…” Bakugou croaked, another trail of kisses moving down his spine.

All sense blipped out of his mind when he felt the overwhelming heat and wetness of Todoroki’s tongue slide over the back of his balls. A sudden wave of pleasure washed over him, coaxing a weak moan from his lips and making his dick twitch as his thrusting halted.

“What…what the f-fuck, Sho—“

Words failed him as Todoroki licked him and dragged his tongue against his hypersensitive skin, these vulgar, wet sounds escaping his mouth. Bakugou’s belly tightened, he gasped and buried his head into the crook of Momo’s neck.

He was still inside of her, twitching and squirming as sparks of pleasure fissioned through his core. He didn’t know which way was up, couldn’t keep track of the sounds leaving his mouth and the grind of his hips as Todoroki buried his face deeper, grabbed Bakugou’s ass and spread him open as he dipped his tongue inside his body.

“Ahh, oh fuck, oh my God…”

One of Momo’s hands grasped the back of Bakugou’s head, and the other found one of his shaking hands curled into the sheets as he ground himself aimlessly into her center, Todoroki’s tongue still dipping in and out of his hole. She interlaced her fingers with his and whispered in his ear, voice like cool water.

“You feel so good, Katsuki, so good inside me…”

Bakugou’s whole body shook at the praise and the way her lips found his open mouth. He didn’t know how it was possible, how Momo and Todoroki’s tongues could be so perfectly harmonic, like they knew more about his body than he ever had.

Bakugou gasped as Todoroki’s mouth left his ass, and the moan he heard made him so hot he thought he was gonna cry.

“F-fuck, I…Sho—“ Bakugou paused, trying to collect his thoughts as he licked his lips. He took a shaking breath and pried the words from his lips, eyes squeezed tight as he said them.

“Can…I want…want you to f-fuck me…”

The cool hand lightly brushing along Bakugou’s ass gently paused. All he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat drumming in his ears until Todoroki spoke again.

“Katsuki,” he said, gently and casual as anything. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” He practically cried, desperation seeping through his teeth. “Yes just, fuckin’, ahh just do it, I need it, I n-need it, please...”

Bakugou thought pleading for sex was for beta cucks, thought that begging was the biggest insult to one’s dignity.

But fuck it, fuck dignity. He was literally shaking at this point, just crying out for Todoroki’s cock, and he didn’t care how loud or pathetic he sounded—he was certain he’d die without it.

“Hey, hey, Kastuki, shhh...” There was a smile in Todoroki’s words, so lecherous Bakugou could taste it. Hands of ice and heat slipped around his chest and clung to him, trembling in sync with his uneven, shaking breaths.

“Take a breath, darling.” Momo coaxed as she gently squeezed over his hand. How she was managing to be so calm and careful while Bakugou was still inside of her was a mystery to him, since he felt like he was going to unravel the second he entered her.

Bakugou nodded and swallowed, managing to steady his breathing enough so that he could at least speak somewhat coherently. He felt safe and warm and syrupy having his body caged in between Momo and Todoroki.

“I want it, Sho…” Bakugou managed. He could feel the icy mist of Todoroki’s breath on his neck as he exhaled.

“Okay, okay...I’ll take care of you. Here,” Todoroki’s arm reached around and tapped Momo on her thigh, whispering something he couldn’t quite catch.

Bakugou cried out as Momo wriggled away from him, kissing his neck as he suddenly slipped out of her pussy. The negative space around his dick was terribly cruel, but before he knew what was happening, he felt himself being rolled over, coaxed onto his back by two pairs of soft hands.

There was a strange entanglement of limbs for a second, lips and skin brushing senselessly before the trio were repositioned, with Bakugou on his back and Todoroki kneeling between his spread legs. His head was positioned gently in Momo’s lap, the plushness of her thighs gently kissing his cheeks.

Bakugou’s eyes had spent a lot of the night closed or squinting out of sheer pleasure, but the moment the movement calmed down, he opened his eyes. The vision before him wracked his bones with a violent full-body shudder.

Todoroki was knelt right between him, his perfect cock standing tall and leaving little wet spots of pre on his stomach. He was flushed through his whole body, perfectly sculpted chest and hips and elegant neck a beautiful warm shade of pink as he gazed down at Bakugou.

He looked fucking beautiful. Bakugou felt so small beneath the sheer presence of his beauty, the lean sculpture of his torso so delicate yet strong. He must’ve made some kind of face, because suddenly Todoroki gave a knowing, soft grin, before leaning down with a painful slowness to press his lips against Bakugou’s.

Everything was so warm; it was soft and dense, and the sensation of Todoroki’s too wet tongue made tingles prickle beneath his skin with each torturous knead of his lips. He was on top of Bakugou now, their chests pressed together and their cocks just barely ghosting the other, trapped between their bellies.

Waves of pleasure crested and fell before Bakugou could hold on and ride them out fully. Todoroki kissed him deeply, so deeply Bakugou thought he was dreaming, his stomach flipping in a way that made him feel like he was falling without ever hitting the ground.

Soft, whimpering moans evolved into desperate, wordless pleas. He wanted that tongue inside of him, he needed to be filled up and kissed and touched without regard. Bakugou only came back to himself when Todoroki pulled his mouth away and rose back up on his knees.

“Mo,” He said, reaching out for her with intent eyes. “Can you?”

Bakugou didn’t understand what Todoroki was asking. He only felt Momo’s hand gently leave his tangle of hair and watched her extend it out to Todoroki.

Their hands both formed small cups, and Bakugou watched as Momo lifted her cupped hand above Todoroki’s and tilt it. A thick, clear liquid dripped down into his hand from hers, a few errant drops leaking through the cracks in his fingers and dripping onto Bakugou’s chest.

Without hesitation, Todoroki brought his slicked hand between Bakugou’s legs, dripping the oil over him and spreading it around. He almost screamed at the feeling, his hips involuntarily trying to jut upwards against Todoroki’s palm.

A chuckle left Todoroki’s grinning mouth as he rubbed his hand between Bakugou’s ass.

“Don’t worry Katsuki, just getting you ready.”

Bakugou caught his bottom lip between his teeth, whimpering as Todoroki’s cool digits ghosted around his hole. With almost no effort, he slipped two fingers past the tight ring of muscle, inciting a sudden shiver and arch of Bakugou’s back at the feeling.

“Shit, you really want it, don’t you?”

Todoroki’s voice sounded amused but still collected, not at all like Bakugou’s when he barely gasped out a weak, “Y-Yes…”

A sudden flick of Todoroki’s wrist forced a jolt up Bakugou’s thighs with a gritted moan. His fingertips pressed against something inside of him, something that gripped him at the base of his spine and sent a shudder through his stomach

“So cute…” Todoroki said, his fingers prodding and scissoring inside Bakugou’s hole with such precision and ease. Under normal circumstances, Bakugou would have told Halfie to go fuck himself.

But these were not normal circumstances, and Bakugou’s body was so taut and desperate for more that he wasn’t even sure he could form real words anymore.

Momo placed her hand—the one that had produced the lube—on Bakugou’s quaking chest, her fingers curling gently into his skin. Her other hand was in his hair, grazing his scalp softly before trailing along his cheek. And when her fingers brushed over his lips, he let his mouth fall open and took them in his mouth, dragging his tongue across her fingertips.

Bakugou didn’t know what had compelled him to be like this, so open and languid and sexual. The only thing he knew was that it was good, it was really good, and that he never wanted Momo and Todoroki to take their hands off of him even for a second.

Todoroki mumbled something that Bakugou didn’t catch, and Momo hummed in agreement.

“Ready?” Momo’s haunting voice was suddenly tickling right up against Bakugou’s ear. He swallowed hard and nodded.

“Y-Yeah…” He managed to croak. Momo gently pecked his hot cheek before he felt Todoroki’s fingers slip out of him, leaving him empty and squirming.

But before he could beg and protest, there was a new feeling, this intense searing stretch as Todoroki lined himself up and slowly slipped the head of his cock inside, just beginning to fill him up.

A sharp gasp of air escaped Bakugou’s lungs without his permission, these signals going off in his brain that flickered incessantly between “Stop” and “More”. Todoroki placed a warm hand on the lower part of Bakugou’s heaving belly.

“Shh shh shh, I know, baby. Just relax, I’ve got you.”

A bead of sweat ran down Bakugou’s forehead as he nodded, taking a deep breath and readjusting himself. Momo’s warm hands ran down his biceps to help him relax.

“You’re okay,” she hummed, and Bakugou nodded through his tight wince, the softness of her thighs beneath his flushed cheek.

Todoroki pressed forward, coaxing another inch or two inside of Bakugou’s tight walls. The stretch was persistent in its burn, but the slow build of pleasure behind it was enough to keep him from wanting it to stop. His fingers tightened around Bakugou’s waist, groaning as he continued to plunge himself into his ass. Bakugou’s belly and chest felt stuffed, suffocated from the inside.

“It’s in,” Todoroki breathed, his voice a little choked and airy, like he had been holding it in.

“T-too much—” Bakugou said, voice thready and high with pain. “It’s—oh, f-fuck…”

At first it was too much, and Bakugou was certain he’d just…break. But when Todoroki slowly began to fuck him in slow, grinding thrusts, the angle of his cock was positioned just so, and Bakugou felt a new thread of pleasure invade his already overwhelmed senses. The breath left his lungs without his permission, in little bursts as his cock throbbed helplessly against his stomach.

If there was any sense left in him at this point, it had completely dissipated thanks to Todoroki’s dick. Bakugou was yelling now, his fingers gripping Momo’s wrists for purchase as Todoroki fucked him at this tormenting pace that felt both too slow and yet painfully quick.

“Look at me.”

Todoroki nearly growled, and it was so startling and commanding and sexy that Bakugou opened his eyes without even thinking about it. He stared up in awe, panting through a slack jaw at Todoroki’s ethereal features.

His eyes were impossibly dark, even the bright blue one seemed to take on a hazy, deep glow. The sweat glistened off his chest and arms and belly, catching in the dim light with each devastating thrust of his hips. Todoroki bent forward a bit and held Bakugou’s gaze as his pace picked up.

“That’s right, ’s right baby, lemme see you, see your face—fuck, Katsuki—“

Momo squirmed a bit beneath Bakugou’s head, a frustrated little moan eking from her mouth as she tensed her hands.

“O-Ohh, fuck! Fuckfuckf-fuck—“ Bakugou cried out as Todoroki began to pound him with more fervor, forcing him to rock against Momo’s lap, her breasts hovering above his face and teasing him. He brought a shaking hand up to grasp at her nipple, coaxing a moan from her lips.

“Momo,” Todoroki panted, switching to a slower roll of his hips, much to Bakugou’s dismay. Todoroki’s chin flicked up, and suddenly he felt the warmth of her thighs slip out from under his head.

“Wait, no—“

Bakugou’s protests were stopped dead in his chest. Momo had shifted so she was now at his side, and his toes cracked when they curled as she bent over and took the head of his weeping cock in her mouth. Todoroki stilled for just a second before returning to his hard thrusts, fucking Bakugou into oblivion with relentless force.

Little flecks of frost began to pepper the part of Bakugou’s thigh trapped in the grip of Todoroki’s right hand. The searing cold bit his skin and forced a hiss from his gritted teeth. At the same time, his opposite thigh started to sear beneath Todoroki’s left hand, and the combination of the extremes did nothing to dampen Bakugou’s sensitivity. A full body shiver wracked him as Momo gagged around his cock and it hit the back of her throat.

Every nerve in his body was screaming for release. Bakugou caught a glimpse of Todoroki’s strained face, the muscles in his whole torso tense as he buried his dick deep inside of Bakugou, stirring his guts with every thrust.

“So fuckin’ tight, so tight for me, baby—love your tight virgin asshole—fucking love it…“

Todoroki’s voice was thready and low as he panted, visible wisps of his cool breath streaming from his nose. Momo popped off Bakugou’s aching cock with a slick release, catching her breath as she used her hand to keep jerking him. Bakugou ground his teeth to near dust and whimpered, eyes squeezed tight as a couple of tears fell. His belly was getting tight and it was going down to his spine, something sharp and hot and staticky starting to overwhelm his body.

“I-I, fuck, I can’t I-I’m gonna cum—“ Bakugou cried, eliciting a groan from Todoroki.

“Y-Yeah you’re getting close—you wanna cum, honey? Wanna come on this cock?”

Bakugou nodded frantically, wheezing through the sound of his skin against Todoroki’s thighs and the slick sound of Momo’s hand sliding down his length. Momo moaned softly and leaned into Bakugou’s sweaty neck.

“Beg for it, Katsuki. C’mon baby, beg him…”

Her rich, velvet voice sent another deep arrow of pleasure directly into his core. He had no fight left in him to resist—he was out of his fucking mind.

“Please! Please lemme cum, pleasepleaseplease I can’t, I-I c-can’t—“

Todoroki sighed, his nails digging into Bakugou’s thighs. His already tormenting pace suddenly picked up as he said,

“Cum for us Katsuki, cum like a good boy…”

The words were barely out of his mouth.

Any shred of resistance Bakugou had been holding onto snapped in an instant. His mind became silent as his orgasm zipped up his spine and grabbed him from behind his ribs. His nerve endings singed, and an uninhibited, foreign scream ripped from his chest without his permission, breaking his voice with a pathetic crack. Ropes of hot cum shot across his chest, hitting his chin and eyebrow with its distance. His whole body writhed, tense with the jarring assault of pleasure as cum continued to forcefully pump from his cock, twitching and pulsating desperately despite his exhaustion—it felt like his body was just begging to hold onto the feeling, to live inside it for a little while longer in spite of the overstimulation.

Todoroki hissed, his breathing becoming more erratic as he fucked through Bakugou’s explosive orgasm, keeping his shaking thighs pinned beneath his hands.

“Ohh, shit baby, fuck yes Katsuki, so fucking good for me, so good—ahh—“

Todoroki’s breath hitched as he suddenly pressed himself as deep as he could into Bakugou, burying himself to the hilt in his ass. His grip tightened and he stilled, frozen for a moment, before his eyes screwed shut and his mouth dropped open. Todoroki shuddered so hard it sent another flutter through Bakugou’s belly, and a loud, relieved groan tore from his parted lips. His cum painted Bakugou’s insides until the fucked-out blonde could feel the warmth trail down his taint, his hole fluttering weakly around Todoroki’s twitching cock.

It took a good handful of minutes for Bakugou’s senses to start to return, his head densely packed with the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm he had ever had in his life. His muscles were quivering now, having been held so taut for so long that the fatigue was just too much. It was only when he felt something soft and warm trailing along his chest that he managed to open his eyes.

Momo’s tongue was pressed flat to Bakugou’s chest, sliding along and lapping up his spend with a lavish moan. She kept her eyes locked with his, then a tantalizing little grin crept over her glistening lips as she pulled away from his slick skin. Bakugou’s sore throat stuck to itself as he swallowed in anticipation, before Momo shifted forward and brought her mouth to his lips. His eyelids fluttered as she kissed him with her searing hot mouth, tasting himself on the sweetness of her tongue. Momo hummed in satisfaction as she kneaded her lips against his. Bakugou’s muscles were too exhausted to do anything except lay back and accepted it—his cock was far too spent to even twitch, despite how much Momo made his belly crimp. God, her fucking mouth.

Todoroki slipped out of Bakugou with a tiny hiss, an absurd amount of cum leaking from his asshole onto the sheets. Bakugou pulled his mouth away from Momo’s with a wince, the emptiness now feeling strange and foreign.

“Katsuki…”

The mattress shifted, and soon a chilled stream of air tickled his ear. Todoroki pressed his nose into Bakugou’s sweaty temple as Momo kissed his jaw with delicate little pecks. He was blissed out of his goddamn mind in the afterglow.

“You did so well. So beautiful…”

Momo hummed in agreement before nuzzling up closer into the crook of Bakugou’s neck.

“More than beautiful. You’re magnificent, Bakugou.”

Bakugou let his eyes fall closed, the smallest grin crossing his lips with a huff of breath.

“Y’guys are fuckin’ insane,” He drawled. “I’m exhausted.”

“Then rest, honey.” Todoroki’s voice was gentle as he brought his hand up to run through Bakugou’s sticky hair. Bakugou sighed.

“Lemme clean up first—“

Momo shushed him, a delicate hand going up to his cheek.

“Later, baby. Sleep now.”

Bakugou’s brow wrinkled in slight disgust. He was absolutely exhausted, but there was an irresponsible amount of cum currently drying on 80% of his torso.

“Gross…’m covered in cum—“

“We’ll clean you up,” Todoroki sighed, his body starting to warm and relax against Bakugou’s side. “Time for sleep.”

Bakugou really wanted to protest, but his head was far too heavy, and the mention of sleep sounded really enticing. Momo’s breathing had already evened out, her face softly pressed into Bakugou’s neck. Todoroki’s grazing fingers through his hair sent him into a state of pure relaxation, and his eyes fell closed before he could even finish his sentence.

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Bakugou’s thirst woke him up before anything else.

Cracking a sleep-crusted eye open, he strained to see the unfamiliar ceiling above him. When he went to rub his eye, his whole arm felt like rubber, as though he had spent the night lifting far past his weight class. Despite his soreness, he lifted his head and glanced around the room, desperate for some water. When he spotted the bar cart off on the other side of the room, he clumsily made a move to shift his weight, but was stopped by a dead weight on his side.

Todoroki was asleep, his head resting on the inside of Bakugou’s bicep. Lips slightly parted and eyes delicately closed, he suddenly looked so young and calm. Bakugou’s heart suddenly felt fragile as he took in the softness of Todoroki’s features—the hair pushed back from his forehead, his dusty pink cheekbones, his plush lips. Bakugou felt like he was handling a paper crane, worried that if he even breathed too hard, he’d crumple or float away.

“Thirsty?”

Bakugou’s heart jumped in surprise at the sudden sound of Momo’s voice coming from his left. His head snapped to her in shock.

She had clearly been awake for some time before him, her cheek resting in an open palm, propped up on her elbow. Ribbons of her long, black hair spilled down through her threaded fingers and cascade onto the pillow beneath her. In her other hand, she held an unopened bottle of water.

Bakugou swallowed through his scraped esophagus and nodded, hand reaching for the water. Momo twisted the cap off for him, considering his other hand was indisposed as Todoroki’s pillow pet, and helped guide it to his lips.

Bakugou chugged the contents of the bottle, the plastic crumpling and cracking as he nearly emptied it in one go. He caught his breath after a moment before bringing the bottle back to his lips and finishing the rest off in a solid swig. Momo smiled softly and took the bottle from him as his head crashed back down to the pillow with a sigh of satisfaction.

“Fuck, I’m parched,” He breathed, turning to face Momo. She nodded gently.

“As to be expected. Weed dries you out,” She flashed a teasing little smirk.

“So does vigorous…activity.”

Momo chuckled softly as Bakugou rolled his eyes with a tch.

“Not like that’s my fault. You guys started it. Pretty sure I’ll be cumming dust for the next week.”

The remark made Momo genuinely laugh, that wine-rich laugh that warmed Bakugou all the way down to his gut. He resisted the instinct to fight back a sliver of a smirk and let it cross his lips.

A beat passed when Momo’s laugh begin to die down. She inched closer to Bakugou’s side, her bare breasts warm against his skin. They shared a look for a moment before Bakugou’s throat twitched with an anxious swallow. She then leaned down, brushing her thumb gently over his cheek before leaning in to kiss him.

The kiss felt different in the daylight. Bakugou could practically taste the tenderness from Momo as she kneaded her lips against his. Letting his mouth fall open to return the kiss felt natural; instinctual. Soon his eyes were closed, his free hand snaking up Momo’s neck until he was cupping the back of her head in his hand. After a moment, they slowly separated, Momo placing a tiny peck on the corner of Bakugou’s mouth as she traced her thumb just beneath his eye. Bakugou looked up at her and found himself wanting to stay just like this for a little while, or maybe an eternity.

“How are you feeling?” Momo asked, bringing her fingers to comb softly through Bakugou’s tousled hair. He gave a wry little laugh.

“Fuckin’ exhausted. I feel like I just ran a 10k with how sore I am.”

Momo smiled, but said nothing, as if she were waiting for Bakugou to keep talking. He swallowed again before continuing, voice softer and more tentative now as he careful extricated the words from his lips.

“And. I feel…I dunno. I feel pretty fuckin’ good. I, uh. I…liked it. A lot.”

Momo hummed softly in agreement.

“I know it must have been a lot, especially for your first time.” She said. Bakugou nodded.

“I mean. Not the worst thing I could’ve asked for. Was one helluva way to…do it. I guess.”

Bakugou worried some skin on the inside of his cheek between his teeth.

“Can. Can I ask you something?” He asked, trying to be casual about it. Momo nodded.

“Anything.”

Bakugou cleared his throat. “And be honest with me, ok? Don’t feed me any bullshit or-or anything like that, ‘cuz I—“

Momo dipped her head closer to his and looked earnestly into his eyes.

“I promise.” She said. Her eyes held genuine honesty, and Bakugou’s chest eased up a bit at her reassurance.

“Just. I mean.” He mumbled. Embarrassment made him avert his hesitant gaze off to the side.

“Did. When you said—you told me that…you guys. Liked me. Was…I mean, was that the weed talking, or—“

“It wasn’t the weed.”

A low, sleep rough voice startled Bakugou, snapping his head to his left side. Todoroki was awake now, eyes still heavy with sleep and head lifted a little bit from its position on Bakugou’s chest.

“Well there you are, Starshine.” Momo said playfully. Todoroki sent her a gentle smirk, and the two seemed to share a silent something between them for just a moment, before he adjusted his body and bit and directed his attention back to Bakugou.

“We meant it.” He continued, bringing a wonderfully cool hand over Bakugou’s shivering chest.

“I knew the moment I saw you I wanted to fuck you one day.” Momo said casually, almost wistful. Bakugou raised a curious brow.

“Uh. Really?”

“Yes.” Momo and Todoroki said in unplanned unison. Bakugou scoffed, hesitant to allow himself to feel flattered.

“So you’re saying you don’t just fuck everyone who buys from you? S'not just business as usual?”

Momo face scrunched up.

“Pfft. Fuck no. Ew.”

Bakugou blinked in amusement at her reaction.

“We do have taste, Katsuki.” Todoroki said in a coquettish little voice. He inched his face closer to Bakugou’s bringing a hand along with him to pass across his neck. Bakugou licked his lips, unable to resist the lovely curve of Todoroki’s mouth as he inched closer. He gently pressed forwards and initiated a kiss, this one very different from Momo’s yet still so intoxicating and safe. They were wine and honey on his tongue.

The boys held this kiss for a bit, slotting their mouths and tracing each other’s tongues with unhurried curiosity and indulgence. There was no anxiety or panic—just a delightful little shiver of electric excitement that pulsed through Bakugou’s chest and belly as he relaxed into Todoroki and Momo’s touch. A few moments of this luxurious little kiss passed, before Bakugou eventually peeled himself away from Todoroki’s lips, sighing with fluttering eyelids. In the beat of silence to follow, he felt insecurity creep back up to his belly. He awkwardly cleared his throat.

“So. Um. Like...where do we go from. Here.” Bakugou asked, head shifting from Todoroki’s gaze to Momo’s. They both shared a glance over the space of Bakugou’s body before Momo shrugged.

“Where do you want to go? Did you have fun?”

“You said you needed to relax,” Todoroki added. “Are you feeling...relaxed?”

Bakugou could already taste the tantalizing sex of Todoroki’s mouth from his words alone. His hand serendipitously trailed up Todoroki’s thigh.

“I mean. I think I could. I could use some more...relaxing. Just, like. In general. I’m pretty tense...dunno if once is enough...ya know?”

“Oh, of course. These things take time." Momo hummed, nodding in agreement. She then wrapped her thigh around Bakugou’s waist until she was straddling him beneath her.

"Well. How about this,” She leaned down until her face was just above Bakugou’s her dark locks a curtain around their faces.

“You need to relax? You can come to us any time. We’ll help you unwind as long...or as often...as you need.” A devilish smirk drew across her lips.

“Deal?”

Bakugou returned the smirk, his hands sliding up the meat of her thick legs. Todoroki inched in even closer, placing his hand atop Bakugou’s and bringing it up until it was planted right atop Momo’s ass.

“Deal.”