MHA Smut-Shots [Closed] (Moving to ao3 with the same username)

Goth Boys (TokoKiri) pt 1

(Private request, this chapter is all set up)

How did Kirishima end up so deep when it had started out as just a playful little bit of teasing? When exactly had he fallen for his little raven headed friend? He wasn't sure, but a couple months ago something clicked that made him want to be more than just friends. Slowly, little quips here and there, turned into lingering touches anytime they'd work together or when the 'emo squad' as Jiro put it (much to Bakugo's dismay) would go out, and the build up was killing him.

Last one to arrive and check into the hotel he rushed up to his room tossed his bags on the floor and ran down the stairs. Composing himself for a second before leaving the hotel lobby to head down the block to the bar his friends were already at for their monthly meet up, he took several deep breaths. When he walked up to the bar, his heart flipped. Tokoyami was leaning against the brick siding, clearly waiting for him, and he couldn't help but hope, maybe, just maybe his friend felt the same.

"Edgy~" Kirishima teased Tokoyami's attire, particularly fond of his razor blade shaped belt buckle. He took a moment to appreciate the carefully crafted outfit. Black spiked choker over Tokoyami's ever present red one, a black band shirt with the sides ripped up, showing the red tank top underneath, black skinny jeans, and platform combat boots, the intricately woven red laces of which formed pentagrams.

Tokoyami let out a small snort, "You're one to talk." poking playfully with a red painted nail at the rips in Kirishima's black jeans, the many silver rings on his fingers clicking together softly.

"I never said it was a bad thing." Bright red hair framed Kirishima's face as he smiled, teeth on full display. His favorite onyx gages shimmered as they caught some light off the street lamp, complementing the black leather jacket adorned with more buckles than strictly necessary. The silver cross with a skull and purple gems that hung from a silver chain was a birthday gift from Tokoyami. As it dangled between pierced nipples, the pendant drew attention to his broad chest, clad in a fishnet crop top that only seemed to further define his pecs and waist.

"Fair enough. Everyone else is inside." Tokoyami chuckled as they made their way into the noisy club to meet up with the rest of their friends.

Despite sitting at a table on the far side of the room, Mina was easy to spot. Her fluffy cotton candy pink hair and shiny dangling earrings, called to them like a beacon. A black and purple alien shirt, dark purple booty shorts with fishnets and knee high boots contrasted nicely against vibrant pink skin. The tan arm that was draped across her shoulder with an overabundance of yellow and black bracelets belonged to her boyfriend Sero. A black band shirt with the sleeves cut off and sides ripped most of the way to the bottom hem, hung as loosely on his slender frame as the harem pants barely clinging to his hips. Hair half up in a loose bun with his pierced eyebrow cocked, Sero seemed to be mid conversation with Todoroki.

As Tokoyami and Kirishima took a seat at the table across from Todoroki, Bakugo returned from the bathroom.

"I was told to dress up. Did I do it wrong?" Dressed to the nines in slacks and a red button up, complete with cufflinks and a black tie, Todoroki tilted his head to the side confused before turning to face Bakugo who'd just pulled out the chair next to him. "Did I do it wrong?"

"IcyHot..." Bakugo sighed, his silver septum ring glinting as he shook his head. He adjusted his black acid washed denim jacket, unbuttoning it as he sat down, proudly displaying his 'shut the fuck up' shirt, the skeleton hands of which matched perfectly with his over the top skull choker. "Pinky meant venue appropriate... not fucking formal, but it's fine. Just here." He gently grabbed Todoroki's arm, pulled out the cufflink and folded the sleeve up before doing the same to the other side. He loosened the black tie and undid the top button. "Better." he smirked, slipping the cufflinks into one of the pockets of his black cargo pants for safe keeping.