It was the night of Halloween, and Class 2A had just returned from their trick-or-treating activities. The dorm's Halloween party was in full swing, with dancing, talking, party games, and of course, candy. The class was happy to relax under the careful eye of their supervising teachers.

"Hey, Bakugo! Let's go get some candy corn from the refreshments table!" A familiar voice chirped. Kirishima was making his way past the vampire, Todoroki to meet up with the grumpy looking wolf boy who was hovering by the far wall.

"Why would I want even more shitty sugar?" Bakugo snarled, his arms tightly tucked under one another as he pouted, looking off towards the dance floor with disdain.

"C'mon man! You've been on the sidelines the entire time since this after-party even started! Have some fun!" Kirishima's grin caused a warm feeling to spread in the other boy's chest that was promptly ignored.

"C'mon Bakugo, let's at least get something to eat!" Kirishima's abundance of energy and enthusiasm forced Bakugo to huff out a long breath. He rolled his eyes, glancing to the side before giving in completely, turning on his heel to follow the red head's lead.

He could feel the tail on his belt tugging downwards awkwardly with each step, and he grimaced in annoyance. Kirishima was the one who had made him dress up in the bothersome costume in the first place. Their costumes went together, Kirishima was Little Red Riding Hood, in a red and white dress that hugged his muscular frame, and Bakugo was the Big Bad Wolf, in a green trench coat with furry ears and a tail.

Bakugo had agreed to dress up and join him because he had given him those same enthusiastic puppy dog eyes that always won him over. God, Bakugo was weak to Kirishima's wants and it pissed him off. He huffed, his mind wandering as he watched the swishing of the cape over his friend's shoulders, his eyes wandered lower before he stopped himself, snapping his head up abruptly to stare again at the red fabric draped over his best friend's back.

Kirishima had paused to let Bakugo catch up, shouting some sort of lame joke over the thumping of the music. He began to move again, but first reached out for his hand. This was something bothersome that the redhead had a habit of doing nowadays. Bakugo made a face, swiping his hand away, as he always did. But Kirishima's hand didn't move back to where it had been by his side. Instead, his thick fingers shot upwards, wrapping around the chain that dangled from the red collar tight on his neck and pulling sharply, sending the blonde tumbling forwards with an angry shout.

Bakugo froze, his face mashed into the other boy's chest so much that he could feel every vibration from his friend's hearty laughter. He righted himself almost immediately, pushing Kirishima away with a snarl and a bright heat tinting his cheeks.

"Do that again and I'll roast you alive," Bakugo growled intensely, his furious eyes watching as Kirishima waved him off. He was already walking again, moving forwards towards the refreshment table that was adorned with a cluster of plastic ghosts and pumpkins. Aizawa sensei, who was wrapped up in bands of white cloth, was guarding the punch bowl. He stepped aside to let the two boys make their plates. Bakugo watched with disgust the amount of sugar Kirishima was piling onto his dish, and took for himself a single cup of punch.

Kirishima turned to him, shoving a cupcake aggressively into his cheeks. "So what do you wanna do now?" he questioned, bits of cake spraying out at the unamused, blonde's face. Bakugo shrugged, taking a sip of the beverage and cringing at the bitterness. He was thirsty though, so he powered through it, turning again to fill up a second cup.

"I don't give a shit," he sighed, stepping aside to let Sato through. "I'm going to bed soon anyways."

"Aw, but it's not even that late, Bakugo!" Kirishima was adjusting his dress, pulling it down just a little more over his exposed thighs. Bakugo sipped the tangy beverage easily, letting his eyes linger on his friend for longer than he normally would. He felt a bit funny, but shrugged it off. He was probably just tired from staying up past his normal bedtime.

Kirishima looks really hot in that.

The thought was random, but Bakugo didn't brush it off as he normally would, replaying instead the exciting smell of spices and sandalwood he had breathed in while pressed to the red head's chest. He looked at the tight white stockings that were clinging desperately to the other boy's muscular calves, and the red dress that left his thighs partially exposed. His eyes moved upwards, drinking in Kirishima as much as he was drinking in his now third cup of punch. His chest was built, and more accentuated through the tight fabric and soft ribbons. 

He looks so damn good.

"Finally, some good fucking food," Tokoyami's voice interrupted Bakugo's blurry visual feast, and Bakugo blinked,  moving out of the bird's way and raising his eyes to meet the slightly bewildered look on his friends face.

"You ok, Baku?" Kirishima asked, swallowing his bite of what had been a pumpkin spice cookie. His voice sounded worried, so Bakugo took a step closer, his eyes fanning out to check on his other classmates. There was a group of students on the dance floor, crowded around Hagakure and Ojiro as they swung about to the sound of a Halloween classic from America, Thriller. Then there was the game in the corner, some type of hero themed monopoly where a vampiric Todoroki and Ghostly Deku sat, alongside a devilish Denki and a witch-like Uraraka.

But none of that mattered to Bakugo. His head had begun to hurt, and his cheeks felt a bit hot. "I'm going to bed," he grumbled, moving to walk past him, but stumbling as he did so, catching himself on the material of the other boy's dress. He gasped, feeling it give way under his big hands as he hurtled towards the floor. Suddenly, Kirishima's strong arms rushed to support his weight. He found that those arms were the only thing holding him up as dizziness enveloped him.

"Fuck," he groaned, pressing his face unabashed into the other boy's now exposed chest once more. He smelled the subtle spices and earthy sandalwood and could hear the speedy heart beat of his best friend.

"Bakugo, I think that punch may have been tainted." Kirishima's arms shifted, propping him up better and rubbing small circles on his back. "Hey class Prez!" He called out to the zombie-like boy with blue hair. Iida turned from where he was talking to a pink, neko Mina.

Their conversation blurred in the blonde's mind as he once again sunk his face into the red head's chest.
"You feel s' nice," he grumbled, loosely wrapping his arms around Kirishima's shoulders and dragging them down over his sculpted shoulder blades.

He felt Kirishima stiffen under him, but didn't stop, his fingers traveling lower and lower until he was abruptly pulled away by his shoulders. He could see a bright red flush coving the other boy's troubled features and a small laugh popped from Bakugo's lips. "You're all red, Little Riding Hood," he slurred, "Just as red as your hair."

"I'm taking you to bed now, Bakugo," Kirishima looked worried, and Iida had long since left to speak to Aizawa. Whatever, he didn't care about that four eyes, or anyone at this dumb party for that matter. All he cared about was the red head in front of him. The one with the deep crimson eyes that watched him with a mix of worry and curiosity. The one who was gnawing his lower lip in the darkness of their lobby. The one with small spots of colors dancing across the shadows on his face as he stood in the wake of the disco ball machine.

"Take me up then," he murmured, leaning forwards as a strangled giggle forced itself out over his harsh vocal chords. He pressed his hand into Kirishima's large, rough ones and intertwined their fingers. He grinned, "Why don't you carry me up, Little Riot Hood."

He watched in a hazy satisfaction as Kirishima's face once again flushed with color and he felt his body lift from the ground as Kirishima's arms easily supported the weight of his legs and back.

"You're so strong," Bakugo giggled, tugging lightly on the ribbon hanging loosely from the torn front of Kirishima's dress. He pressed his lips against the other boy's sharp jawline, with brazen audacity. "What a manly guy."  He grumbled, satisfied by the small gasp he heard from right above him, and the red ruby eyes that came scorching down upon his own.

"Hey, Kirishima! Where are you going?" Sero's voice came from behind. "What's up with Bakugo? Is he ok?"

Bakugo could feel Kirishima's chest shake against him as he laughed in a clearly anxious way. "He got sick from the spiked punch, so I'm taking him upstairs."

"Spiked punch?!" Sero choked, whirling around on his heel. "Kaminari! What did you and Mineta do?"

The sounds of chaotic outcry faded as Kirishima made his way to the elevator, each step jarring to Bakugo's bones. The familiar pine-like smell of sandalwood was overpowering and Bakugo could feel uncontrollable, giddy laughter bubbling from his chest. He couldn't keep down much cohesive thoughts as they made their trip to his room, just pressing kiss after kiss to the red head's cheek.

"You gotta stop, man, you're really riling me up," Kirishima's voice grumbled sorely as he popped open the blonde's door. He stepped through the doorway with ease and quickly made his way to the bed.

"Mmmh, what if I want you riled up?" Bakugo slurred as he was placed gingerly onto his own bed. He could see the confusion in Kirishima's eyes and was quick to move once he had fully sat down. Bakugo's fingers shot upwards, gripping the shoulders of the costume and and pulling hard. He yanked downwards with what strength he had to bring the red head on top of him.

"B-Bakugo! I said-" but his words were silenced by the warmth of Bakugo's lips.

"You look so good like that, Eijiro," Bakugo said with a sigh, sitting up properly to see the quivering, arched eyebrowed expression on Kirishima's face.

So this is what he looks like when he's turned on.

"I'm just going to have to eat you up."

"S-So playful, Bakugo," Kirishima stuttered, melting into the next kiss Bakugo yanked him into. It wasn't long before Bakugo made his way into the other boy's mouth, his tongue, tangy with the taste of alcohol, flicking in and out before wrestling with the other's for dominance. Kirishima sighed into him, pulling away at last to gasp for air.

"B-Bakugo, now's not a good time, it isn't manly to take advantage of your friend when he's drunk! You're not yourself when-" but Bakugo had already smashed their lips back together. Kirishima pushed away again after a few minutes, clearly weak to what was evident that he had been wanting for so long. "B-Bakugo I mean it. I can't-"

"But you want to, right Little Riot Hood?" Bakugo grinned, his hand dropping immediately to cup the other boy's bulge from over top of his skirt. Kirishima let out a shuddery gasp at that, falling a bit more into Bakugo.

"I know you want it, so why don't you take it. I'm man enough," Bakugo said between pants, his fingers toying with him through the skirt, the fabric clearly making the erotic sensation even more strong for Kirishima. "Mmmh, you feel so good and hard." His fingers were working a strong pattern now, solid strokes moving back and forth repeatedly, leaving the boy on top to hide his face in the blonde's neck.

Drunken as he was, he was still in complete control.

"You like this, huh Eijiro. Do you want this?"

Kirishima was quick to reply, his breath hard and hot against the blonde's neck. "Y-Yes."

"So get up and take it." Bakugo slid back further into the bed, pulling Kirishima with him by the hips so that he sat upon his lap. "What a good boy." He grinned, his fingers moving to dip under the skirt, squeezing Kirishima's erection through his briefs.

"Fuck you're so hard," Bakugo breathed, one hand moving quickly to free himself with a quick zipping of the pants and the other freeing the trembling red head from the precum stained briefs that were tight on his hips.

"Scoot closer," he commanded, and waited as Kirishima scooted forwards on his lap. Bakugo grinned, one hand sliding over his thigh and back to cup his ass.

"That's right, just like that," Bakugo said, pinching and causing the other boy to jolt upright. Bakugo laughed again, pressing a kiss to the red head's neck and wrapping his free hand around the width of both of them. He stroked slowly at first, moving his fingers up and down. "So good, Kirishima," he breathed, pleasure coursing through his veins. The sensation of being pressed flush against another man's pride was intense, and Bakugo's eyes dropped a bit. He pumped harder, biting back his noise of pleasure as he felt their shared precum create a strong smelling lube against his palm.

Kirishima feels so good like this. Fuck why didn't I try this sooner?

Kirishima raised his head with a whimper, his body trembling with want and his eyes watering as he panted. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes rolled up slightly. "F-Fuck, Bakugo, it feels sooo goooood."

Bakugo squeezed a little harder on both hands, watching in glee as the other boy's eyes fluttered closed with a delicious moan.

"Say my name, Little Riot," he groaned, twisting his wrist and pulling another gasping moan from the red head's lips.

"K-Katsuki."

Bakugo began moving faster, his hand wet with the juices that pooled over his fingers and down to his wrists. Kirishima shuddered, hiding his face again into Bakugo's neck and biting gently. His body quivered as Bakugo pumped with ease.

"Don't hide your voice, Eijiro." Bakugo ground out, his mind blanking out as he felt himself nearing the edge.

No, not yet.

He slowed his pace down and felt Kirishima whine into him, his hips thrusting upwards into his palm in a needy, almost desperate way.

"Beg for me," Bakugo growled, his hand pumping slower with less and less strength.

"W-What, Katsuki that's so embarrassing, I can't-"

"Do you want to come?" Bakugo was having too much fun watching Kirishima fall apart, his face flushed and his hair messy as his head raised from Bakugo's neck.

"Fuck, of course I do, but-"

"Then beg."

It wasn't a question and Eijiro moaned as Bakugo's grip tightened again, the lust was evident in his eyes, the pure want burning him to the core.

"F-Fuck, please Katsuki. Please let me come," he cried at last, the hesitation now long gone.

"So good, Kirishima." Bakugo smiled, pumping his fist faster now, and twisting every so often. His own body felt amazing and he smashed their lips together again, reveling in the gasping moans that Kirishima couldn't hold back against his lips.

They came almost simultaneously, the mess staining the skirt of the dress on the red head's waist. He looked totally wrecked, his chest exposed from the rip and the skirt of his dress now a dripping, sticky mess. His face was blissed out and he leaned forwards, shifting so the two sunk down into the mattress together.

They were motionless for a while, catching their breath and coming off their high before Bakugo sat up more, stroking his clean hand idly over Kirishima's cheek.

"Hey Eijiro," he said, seeming to sober up a bit more, "Why don't we take a bath. There shouldn't be anyone there right now."

He felt that warm feeling blossom in his chest once more at the sight of Kirishima's bright smile. But he decided he didn't want to push it away this time.

"Sure thing, Katsuki."

Word count : 2848

Here's a quick one shot just in time for the spookiest day of the year! I hope you all have a good time and stay safe out there! I'll be dressed as Kirishima this year hanging out candy to the kids in my neighborhood.

Sorry if this one shot isn't on par with my normal caliber of writing, I had midterms these past few weeks and only got to writing this last night. I just really wanted to do something for Halloween!

Quick question! Would you guys be interested in a separate One-Shot book with fluff and angst (ie not smut), or should I try and combine it with this book? Let me know in the comments!

⚜️🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃⚜️
~ TAK