Bakugo x Reader x Kirishima randoms

High

A/N: I promised something, here it is. I used to be a huge pothead myself. Also, similar to most of my fics, I'm *mostly* basing this off of my own first time.

Summary: It is not Kiri's first time smoking, but he holds back on the bong so he can babysit the two of you for your first time, until things get... heated.

Genre: Kinda smutty

Pairing: Kirishima x Reader x Bakugo

Warnings: Marijuana usage, kinda smutty, kinda poly, bisexual energy

Kiri had only smoked a few times before, with Sero, of course, but he didn't pressure you or Katsuki into smoking with him.

However, one night, all three of you were hanging out in your dorm room, taking turns on the gaming console, while Kirishima was toking away. Neither you or Katsuki had smoked before, but it didn't take much to convince you. The three of you had ordered fried chicken and sweet tea, before he turned the bubbler to the both of you, suggestively setting the lighter down next to it.

You were excited, but hardly knew what to do. He took a long draw, filling the chamber, and insisted that you clear it as soon as you could, if you wanted to. Quickly, your lips wrapped around the mouthpiece, sucking in deeply, assaulting your lungs and mouth with the foreign substance, the bitter flavor making you nauseous. "You okay babe?" Kirishima called out to you as you stumbled towards the bathroom.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad, they're just being a wimp. Let me try," Katsuki grumbled determinedly as you heaved the contents of your dinner into the toilet, still trying to get the coughing to calm down. Kirishima flicked the lighter, ready to fill the chamber, before Katsuki ripped it from his grip. "I can do it myself, idiot!" Making your way back, leaning against the walls for support, you landed back in you chair.

Katsuki was glancing over every inch of the glass piece, trying to figure out how it worked.

"So, you just - no, look here, see where this hole is-"

"I SAID I CAN DO IT MYSELF!"

Finally, Bakugo understood its simple mechanics, placing his thumb over the hole on the side, flicking the lighter, bringing it to the bowl in the center and taking a long pull. He immediately erupted into coughs, spitting out a harmony of "jesus," "fuck," "holy shit," "fuck," ending with a chorus of "it burns."

"Yeah? You understand now?" You retorted, hands already reaching towards the piece again.

"You sure you wanna go again? You don't have to, it's okay," Kirishima assured you, only to be met with a demand of 'gimme.' He shrugged, turning it back to you, letting you work it for yourself.

A half hour later, once you and Katsuki had gotten used to the punch and the bitter flavor, Kirishima was pursing his lips trying to stifle laughter at the way the both of you were completely slumped over. "Are you guys okay?" he questioned with a laugh.

"Is the room moving? Am I moving? My brain feels alive. I'm hungry" you mumbled.

"I can feel my skin," Katsuki agreed.

Kirishima broke into laughter, snorting a few times, which made you and Bakugo laugh right along with him, to the point where your stomachs hurt and tears were cascading down your faces. Every time one of you would calm down, Bakugo would mimic Kiri's snort, send you all into another fit.

"Hey, guys... let's try something," he said quietly, hitting the piece again, taking a very long inhale, pursing his lips shut to keep the smoke in, nudging his head against you. You leaned over to him, understanding his hit. His mouth slammed into yours, both opening at the same time, allowing the smoke to billow through. You took a deep sigh, and let it release.

Next, he did the same for Bakugo. It was... strangely erotic and sensual, watching your two best friends kiss like this, one of them completely pressing against the other. Your core was twitching in a way you'd never felt as every single cell was humming with a new life. Even after Katsuki had puffed out the last of what Kiri had provided him with, his head shifted to the side, pulling Eijiro down on top of him once more.

You watched their tongues moving into each other, listened to the way Katsuki was groaning and grinding his hips upwards against his best friend.

"Wow, Katsu," Kirishima quipped between kisses. "I had no idea you could swing this way."

"Just... shut up. And you, you get over here too." He pointed at you his finger moving to a beckoning motion.

Kirishima began travelling downwards with each peck of his lips, with you hunched over towards him, still somehow tasting Eijiro on his mouth as he reached up and grabbed at your breasts, huffing loudly against you.

"You're already so hard already," Kirishima commented, palming at the tent in Bakugo's gym shorts. "Who would've known that the famous Katsuki could get so aroused by another guy?"

"Oh, I think I knew," you teased. "Who knew that the fiery hot star child could get so flustered like this?"

"S-Shut up!" he spat back.

Kirishima pulled down Katsuki's shorts tentatively, looking up to savor the precious look on his face. "Does this embarrass you or something?"

"N-No! Stupid, I don't ever get embarrassed."

"Do you hear that y/n?" Kirishima taunted as he gripped his friend's shaft. "He says he doesn't get embarrassed. We'll just have to make him then, won't we?"

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