Warnings: Stuck in a wall, 1-A boys/Bakugo, lots of creampies
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Class 1-A has had enough of Bakugo not remembering their names. They come up with a game to ensure that Bakugo'll never forget.

“This is idiotic. Let me out so I can murder all of you.”

There are three fingers soaked with lubricant in his hole and Bakugo yelps as they drive in deeper, in response to his complaint.

“Well that just makes us not want to free you,” says a voice from the other side of the wall. Bakugo can’t see what’s happening, but amidst the muttering he can hear someone express surprise at how shapely his ass is.

He’s about to bite back a retort when the fingers – long, thin, definitely Sero’s, who spoke earlier – curl inside him. It’s a direct hit, pressing a spot that has him covering his mouth with his hand, so he can muffle his whimpers into his palm.

“Yeah, Bakugo, you suck at negotiations,” Kaminari sniggers.

“Well, let’s see if he sucks at name recall, too.”

“Fuck off!” He says, kicking out blindly.

He can’t see what his leg made contact with but it’s definitely something solid, that emits a squeak then hits the floor with an audible thunk. There are surprised yells from behind the wall.

“What the fuck, dude, you knocked out Mineta!”

“Good,” he says.

Then he shudders in relief, because just picturing what Mineta would’ve tried to pull off nearly makes him lose his lunch.

That’s one down… so… Twelve more to go.

His heart is pounding in his ears at the thought. But he can take it.

Especially if he repeats the thought enough in his head.

“Okay, we’ve prepped you good and proper,” Sero says, and with fingers of both hands, spreads Bakugo’s hole wide. There are appreciative murmurs from the other side and Bakugo flushes. “Shall we go over the rules again?”

“Die,” he chokes out.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Anyway, so when you guess the name of the person whose dick is in you, you’ll have to say their full name, alright? Their full name. If you guess wrong, or don’t guess in time, they get to come in you. Are we clear?”

“As if I’ll feel your tiny needle dick, shit for brains,” Bakugo sneers.

There’s a sigh, and someone else says in a resigned voice, “well, here we go,” as if it’s such a nuisance! As if they’re the ones trapped in a wall, ass being offered up for the whole class to fuck.

There’s more murmuring, and Bakugo can just picture their disgusting faces as they (presumably) form a line, debating over who gets to drill his ass first. He yelps as someone pushes in without warning.

“Fuck!” He gasps.

“Not such a needle dick now, am I?” Sero crows from the other side. And Bakugo is about to call him an idiot for giving his identity away this quickly, but then stops and realizes… It’s a fucking ruse. It has to be. He can tell, because he hears a faint giggle.

They really thought they could fool him. Morons.

The cock is not too long, a bit girthy, and it fucks him with halting motions that demonstrate lack of experience. The fingers curled around his waist are uncertain and shaky.

“How does it feel, Bakugo?” Sero taunts again.

“Fuck off, I know it’s not you, Soy Sauce face!” he grouses back, and whoever’s fucking him stutters in his movements. He feels a slight tingle zipping up his sides.

Bingo. This one’s easy.

“Ah! Kaminari, you fuck!” he spits out. The person pauses.

“Damn,” Kaminari says, exhaling sharply.

“Nope! Not over yet, you have to say the full name, remember? Keep going!” And Kaminari, the stupid fucker, starts up again, thrusting harder and deeper.

The movements cause Bakugo to lurch, and he moans at the strangeness of the sensation, his lower half being moved and stretched by pressures applied by a whole group of people behind him.

Whereas his middle is pinned in place by the wall, leaving his upper half and arms free, but useless.

He feels almost disconnected from the rest of his body, if not for the spikes of pleasure from the dick crammed inside him.

“I’m not gonna l-last, he’s too tight,” Kaminari whimpers. “Holy fuck—”

“Ohh! Oh shit,” Bakugo whines, as Kaminari’s dick hits that same spot from earlier, which Sero abused with his fingers.

Bakugo instinctively clenches down on him, and with a surprised outcry he slams his fists against the wall, as electricity runs through him from the ass up, discharging from Kaminari’s dick and hands.

It has his entire body going rigid, muscles contracting.

It makes him tighten around Kaminari’s dick almost painfully.

“K-Kaminari Denki!” He yells, but it’s too late, even he knows that, because he says it just as Kaminari spurts inside him. It’s gross, the sudden onslaught of moisture in his ass.

Kaminari’s come just painted his insides.

“Ooh, so close,” Sero announces. “That’s one.”

Kaminari lets go of his hips and pulls out, and Bakugo’s legs go lax as he sags against the wall. He struggles to catch his breath, beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face.

Holy fuck. After just one, his ass already feels so used and full. Ugh. He’ll have to guess faster, to prevent their disgusting come from accumulating—

“Nice,” someone murmurs, and there’s a hand trailing down the curve of his ass.

But before he can snap at them to lay off, a new person is sliding in, taking Kaminari’s place.

Long. Thin. No power to the thrusts at all. This dick is easier to handle than Kaminari’s.

Bakugo huffs as Person Number Two attempts a punishing rhythm to compensate for their pathetic girth. Whoever it is remains suspiciously quiet, and the noises from behind Bakugo mostly consist of people interrogating Kaminari.

“What’s it like?”

Kaminari’s response is “freaking amazing,” while someone continues to pound him at a frantic pace. Bakugo closes his eyes and tries to concentrate… Who the fuck…

“Uh, it’s—um,” he makes the mistake of saying out loud.

“Remember, you’ve got to guess right,” Sero says. “If your guess is wrong, then you lose the round.”

“The- uh, navel laser fucker!”Bakugo finally. “Aoyama—ugh,” there are giggles now as the dick presses in, straight to the hilt.

Bakugo pants wetly, secretly glad that his face remains hidden from view.

As dick is torturously dragged out again, smearing the come already inside, Bakugo presses his hands on the concrete, bracing himself against the wall. “Shit, shit, shit! Pull out, asshole!”

“Well, really,” Aoyama sniffs. “Do you not pay attention?”

“Told you he’d get everyone’s name wrong,” Bakugo hears someone mock whisper.

“Aoyama – Aoyamaaaa, goddammit!” Bakugo stammers, but it’s too late – he can’t, for the life of him, remember the French fucker’s first name.

He tenses as come floods into his ass once more, and ends up holding it inside. Which sends a very different message to the crowd watching.

“Bakugo and creampies, name a better duo,” Kaminari snorts.

“That’s Aoyama Yuga pour toi!” Aoyama says, clearly vexed and trying to get one last word in, before he he withdraws. And then, another dick enters Bakugo’s sopping, aching hole, and he doesn’t bother holding in his moan this time.

His hips twist in protest as the cock embeds itself deep within him.

“I think you’re enjoying this way too much, Bakugo.”

“Yeah, he’s purposely getting names wrong so everyone can come in him.”

“N-no, you fucks,” Bakugo says through gritted teeth. He tries to tune them out, concentrating on the dick sliding back and forth in the walls of his ass. It’s thicker than the last, and very firm. The motions are smooth.

“Tail guy,” he says.

“Name, Bakugo,” warns Sero.

“Uh, I don’t fucking know, too irrelevant for me to care.”

“Seriously? My name’s Ojiro Mashirao,” says the guy in question that's balls deep in his ass, punctuating his sentence with a thrust. Mashirao? Bakugo blinks hazily. He’s never heard that name in his whole goddamn life.

“Forgot it again already,” Bakugo mumbles, and everyone behind the wall laughs.

“That’s cold, man.”

“Now’s the time to get your revenge, Ojiro! Blow a load in him!”

It seems that despite his utterly boring façade Ojiro does have a mean streak, because he does exactly as Sero says, his pathetic dick spurting its pathetic load into Bakugo’s ass.

The blond screams in rage, thrashing against his bonds. Three.

That’s three fucking people and he hasn’t managed to say any of their names on time. He’s lost every round so far. Fuck!

The next one, though, is obvious.

Because the moment the dick shoves in (which, by the way, has a nice width to length ratio, filling Bakugo pleasantly and fully and knocking the breath out of him in the process), Bakugo screams:

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing, Todoroki Shouto?!”

The answer was clear as day, based on the freezing touch to his right asscheek, versus the scalding dick that’s stuck in him now.

“Oh. What a shame, I wanted to come in him, too,” Todoroki drones.

He pulls out way too quickly and Bakugo hisses in pain.

Everyone marvels at the fact that Todoroki literally just blew smoke up his ass using a dick, and now his hole is simmering with heat.

“You were too obvious,” someone chides Todoroki.

“You made the come all sticky,” another classmate notes, tracing the coagulating fluid around Bakugo’s entrance. It’s itchy and uncomfortable, some of it beginning to clump from Todoroki attempting to roast him from the inside out.

“Yeah, I suppose I was.”

And Todoroki pats his ass with a freezing hand, causing Bakugo to wiggle in turn and cuss him out. “Maybe next time.”

“Like hell there’s gonna be a next ti—Ah!” He arches, because there’s a whole new dick in him and it’s… Weird. Very much unlike all the rest.

The tip is thin, tapering down somewhere along the middle of the shaft, and it’s a lot bendier. Yet it managed to writhe its way in, poking deep into his guts.

Bakugo thinks, it has to be one of the three mutants… Either Arms, or Dr. Dolittle or Birdbrain.

God, he’d never even dared picture their cocks before, and yet now, here he is, having to discern each one based on feel alone.

And it’s too bad he can’t fucking remember any of their first names. Fuck.

“To-ko-ya-mi,” he bites out, stretching the syllables as the dick effortlessly moves inside him. He shudders at the strangeness of it. It’s springy, stretching accordingly with each motion.

“Tokoyami what, Bakugo? We’ve been through this,” Sero says with a harsh slap to his ass.

“Tokoyami Fu—Fumi… Fumiya? Fuck!” He yells, pounds his fist on the wall as the bird-dick spurts into his ass, doubling the mess sloshing inside him.

“Futile effort, but valiant nonetheless,” Tokoyami says, in all his annoying mystique, as his dick retracts.

The trashtalk continues, as a litany of voices shout varying phrases at Bakugo:

“You’ve guessed just one person so far, man…”

“Maybe you should just give up.”

“Kacchan’s just getting used to it, I’m sure he’ll get everything else rest right!”

“Fuck you!” he says, thrashing, but to them it probably just looks like he's wiggling his ass, which defeats the point. “I can take whatever you throw at me, extras! And keep your slimy little chub away from me, Deku!”

Deku mumbles something about how he can’t do that, because he wants to partake in the game, too, even if Bakugo knows his name already.

Bakugo is not given the opportunity to argue.

A fresh dick slides in, forcing his eyes to go wide.

‘Holy shit,’ he mouths, and manages to catch himself before he inadvertently says something embarrassing like “So big!” or “It won’t fit!”

This… This is a good dick, with a generous length and width. It reaches his sweet spot instantly and Bakugo groans long and hard.

His own erection grows heavy between his legs. He parts his thighs to make way for the one dick, deserving of the honor to plug his ass full of come.

Hardened fingers are barely touching his waist when he wails “Kirishima Eijirou!”

“Yeah, it’s me,” comes Kirishima’s breathless voice somewhere behind him. His familiar hands squeeze Bakugo’s waist in recognition.

There’s an eruption noises from the other side of the wall, people aww’ing, others laughing in disbelief.

Bakugo’s glad they can’t see his face, a bright flaming red. Sero’s cackling drowns out everyone else’s sounds.

“You guessed that dick so fast, man! Something you two aren’t telling us?”

There’s another round of tittering.

“I-it was his damn fingers, okay?” Bakugo protests, but this just makes them laugh harder.

“Ohh, his fingers, huh? You guys must be awfully close if you instantly know what his fingers feel like on your body.”

“Shut up!” he cries out, and (almost regrettably) Kirishima removes his amazing dick, rubbing the blond’s lower back in consolation. He whimpers, feeling suddenly wet and open. It’s weird now, having his ass empty, but like hell is he ever gonna admit that out loud.

“Good job, Bakugo,” Kirishima says, in an encouraging tone, despite the other voices continuing to tease him.

“Shouldn’t have guessed so quickly then, now your favorite boy doesn’t get to come in you!”

“Hurry up already,” Bakugo grumbles, willing himself to ignore the pang of regret. Yeah, having come in him is gross, but he’d much rather it be someone like Kirishima’s instead of anyone else’s.

He’s twitching down there, ass missing the weight of Kirishima’s dick, but instead it’s packed to the brim with the disgusting jizz of people he doesn’t care for.

The next person pushes in, and Bakugo chokes off a moan as the dick goes all the way in, surprising him with a burst of pleasure. Long, thin, kinda bendy… The person is silent as they thrust in and out, their dick sliding through the copious liquids in his ass.

Fuck, he can’t – he can’t concentrate–

A hand wrenches up his thigh up he groans, teetering on one foot as this (literal) fucker continues to rail him from behind without mercy.

He finds himself moaning, and realizing he could use the angle to guess this mystery man’s identity.

The dick is aimed a bit… Downward, right? They had to lift him to fuck him properly. So, it’s definitely someone taller than him.

“Sero Hanta,” he says finally, his voice cracking.

“Right on!” Sero says, slapping his ass, and Bakugo jolts. “You’re finally getting it!”

He lets down Bakugo’s thigh and pulls his dick out, dragging with it some globs of come. There are more noises of excitement as Bakugo feels some trickle down the inside of his leg.

He feels light-headed, wincing at the stickiness between his legs as he works to steady himself on two feet.

“Woah, his ass looks so wrecked right now.”

“Heh,” someone else says. “I already took pictures.”

“Quit yapping!” Bakugo yells, beating his fist against the wall.

“Finish this!”

“What, now you can’t go without cock for two seconds?” Kaminari jokes, and there’s a big cock slowly trying to nudge its way into his entrance.

Bakugo dizzily tries to recall exactly how many are left. He’s taken most of them at this point, right?

But the… Bigger people in his class haven’t had a go yet, and… Fuck, this one’s gotta be one of them. It’s so thick, extremely solid though kind of short, and its motions are sluggish. Hesitant.

“Kouda,” he groans, and the person stills.

“Kouda what?” Someone who is definitely not Kouda answers.

“Well. Shit,” he concedes, causing the entire class to laugh.

“It’s okay, Kouda. You can come in him, since he has no idea what your first name is.”

“Fuck you,” Bakugo mutters, because he doesn’t know what else to say.

“And for the record, it’s Kouda Koji,” Sero gleefully corrects, and Bakugo’s pretty damn sure those are also Sero’s hands gripping his asscheeks. He keeps them spread, assisting Kouda in centering himself so he can release inside Bakugo.

“Jeez, at least try to remember from now on, seeing as he just came buckets in you.”

“Oh, God—” he says as quietly as possible. Kouda, of all people, just flooded his insides with so much come it makes his guts ache. He could’ve sworn it’s reached all the way up to his stomach.

Everything is throbbing – his body, his head, his ass, but he’s not one to show weakness despite the obvious state he’s in.

Even though his upper half is untouched, he’s panting, drenched with sweat and shaky with exhaustion.

How many more…?

Next up is a dick that is so immense in size that Bakugo screams as it’s shoved in.

“AH! W-what the – fuck—!”

A cracking noise emanates from the wall, though it feels like it came straight from his bones.

The huge slab of concrete shakes in its entirety from the sheer force of the dick being inserted in him.

Bakugo blinks stupidly, unable to focus on one thing. Whoever it is, their cock is so immense it’s making him see stars.

Big. So fucking big.

It’s gotta be one of the tallest guys in class. Every thrust is a punch in the gut. Bakugo cries out as the person removes his dick, painfully slow, before plunging into him with equal force as the last.

“What the fuck,” he gasps, falling to repetition. “What the—”

Another thrust. The impact causes another ominous cracking noise from the wall, and Bakugo’s hailed with a shower of dust from the concrete. He scrabbles for purchase against the same wall currently threatening to collapse.

The scream ripped from him is ear-piercing.

“You’re obliterating his ass,” someone comments in wonder.

“Wait! Wait, just hold on a sec—” Bakugo pleads, but the person gets another mighty thrust in. The rest of his sentence is warped into an unintelligible moan.

That did the trick, too much, too strong and too fast – he's rising on the tips of his toes, his cock bobbing from the motion of the dick tearing up his insides. And then—

Bakugo bows his head in shame as he’s overcome by his own release.

Apparently his orgasm merits a round of applause. Bakugo’s face feels hot, body going from rigid to absolutely limp in a matter of seconds. Everything below the waist is oversensitive, save for his legs, which have gone numb from the aftershocks of pleasure.

His knees bend, until he’s supported only by the wall and his mystery fucker.

“Wow,” someone breathes. “I can’t believe you made him come.”

“He's not moving. Did you kill him?” Those are definitely Todoroki’s words, spoken in a very serious manner.

“Get off!” Bakugo yelps, attempting to kick out, and dislodge the offending dick before it snaps his pelvis in half. But multiple people are grappling at his legs, holding them in place.

“We’ve got him secured, dude. Go ahead and continue,” Sero says, encouraging the man.

Said ‘dude’ takes it a signal to pull his cock back tentatively, drawing a moan out of Bakugo’s lips.

“Unh,” he says, the wind knocked out of him as the cock pierces him, until his ass is flush against someone’s hips.

He can’t turn around, but he just knows that more cracks have formed on the wall, and true enough, another dust cloud is produced. Multiple people go into coughing fits. (Serves them right).

“Better hurry up and guess, Bakugo, or else the whole wall’s gonna come down!” Someone yells, frantic.

“Fuck!” Bakugo exclaims. “Cut it out, Sato!”

Surprisingly, there’s a chorus of tutting noises and groans. Bakugo growls.

He can picture them clearly, shaking their heads in disappointment.

“Noooope,” Sero says.

“B-but—” Another thrust and Bakugo’s keening, arching his back. “Fucking Shouji then!” It’s so big! Forget the fucking wall, he could tear any second. His eyes are rolling up.

He’s light-headed, as if all blood flow went south to mount a defense against the impossibly-sized dick rearranging his guts.

“Ehh! Wrong,” Kaminari says, imitating a buzzer. “C’mon man, don’t you know your own childhood friend’s dick?”

Bakugo’s jaw drops.

“No way is that DEKU!”

But now that he notices the subtle giveaways, he can’t unsee them: the tender way hands wrap around his waist, the upward angle of his dick, the gross puffs of air Deku lets out.

Another thrust and it feels like he’s about to be torn in half.

“FUCK! YOU DAMN NERD, DEKU, YOU PULL OUT RIGHT NOW!”

Deku doesn’t. To Bakugo’s frustration, he sinks his cock further into Bakugo, stretching him to his limit. The blond lets out a low cry as tears spill out of his eyes. It’s so big. It almost hurts, his body trembling all over.

“Sorry, Kacchan, but that’s not my real name, so,” Deku says sheepishly.

“Midoriya Izuku!” Bakugo screams, jam-packed with come and Deku’s oversized dick.

But saying his full name does the opposite of its intended effect: for some reason, it just makes Deku climax inside of him, spewing his insides with another coating of body fluids.

“So good,” Deku murmurs. “And Kacchan, you'd already guessed wrong earlier.”

“Ah—fuuuck,” Bakugo says, at the painful drag of Deku’s spent cock. It feels unnatural down there, to be so chock-full of his classmates’ come that his thighs are utterly soaked and his ass feels weirdly loose…

“Holy shit, Midoriya, you left him gaping.”

Fingers spread his cheeks and Bakugo winces, feeling cold air hit the opening of his ass. How sloppy it must look to the onlookers… But it’s not yet over.

“That was a hell of a creampie.” There are fingers probing, prying and stretching his ruined hole as Bakugo jerks.

“C’mon,” he moans. “Next one, you freaks.”

Another sizeable dick enters him. That’s the only detail he picks up on.. With too much come already taking up space in his ass, Bakugo can’t feel much else.

“Uhh… Se…Ro…?” He hazards a guess, blinking.

“I fucked you already,” Sero laughs. “But I could go for seconds if you’re that desperate.”

Then something weird happens: the cock’s head changes shape, swelling into a ball.

Bakugo shouts in surprise, kicks out at nothing, but he can’t do much about the bizarre sensation of a dick transforming inside him. Then something’s talking…

From inside his ass.

“Guess who, Bakugo,” says the dick that now has a goddamn MOUTH.

“Shouji! That’s so… Fucking disgusting!” Bakugo sputters.

“First name?” the mouth says with a definite grin.

“Guhh,” Bakugo replies, shuddering all the way up his spine.

“Wrong,” the mouth says, and morphs back into a dick. “The correct answer is Shouji Mezo.”

A fresh wave of come is added to the rest as Bakugo sobs.

Then, another big cock replaces it, and even though Bakugo can tell whose it is (by process of elimination), he knows there’s no point… He can’t recall Sato’s first name.

“Sato! Sato Sato Sato—” he chants, while speared on the dick churning the substances in his ass.

“This ain’t Marco Polo,” Sero says, amused. “You’re supposed to say the whole thing.”

Naturally, he isn’t able to.

He can’t do a single thing, can barely wrap his head around the fact that he’s somehow holding this much come inside without exploding. But somehow, he’s able to contain it all… Even with the addition of Sato’s.

“Sato Rikido at your service,” says the man himself, ever so polite despite contributing to the heaviness in Bakugo’s abdomen.

The dick that takes his place may very well be the last one… Bakugo’s not exactly sure, so he goes over all their names again…

Todoroki, Kirishima, Deku… Wait, who’s left?

It pushes into his ass with such force that it causes a loud squelching noise, enough to make everyone behind the wall emit noises of awe. Bakugo feels some of the come squirt out of him, pushed out to make way for this final dick.

The thrusts are methodical, and lightning-quick, and Bakugo’s lower half jolts forward from the momentum, his knees hitting the wall. The combined release of his classmates slowly oozes down his legs.

“Iida,” he says, faintly. “Iida Tenya.”

But apparently, even then, he’s too late. Iida’s filling him up anyway!

“W-wha—” He’s too fucked out to summon any emotion other than mute surprise, so he just stays there and takes it, warm and full.

“My apologies, Bakugo,” Iida says. “I’m fast at everything, it seems.”

Bakugo has to suppress the urge to cry with relief as Iida withdraws. There are mixed sounds coming from the audience he can’t see, expressing elation and concern.

“From the sheer amount, there’s no way he’s not preggers after this,” someone jokes.

They continue talking among themselves.

“…Never seen anything like it…”

“Amazing! Kacchan’s entrance has expanded significantly, now he can take a girth of at least two and a half inches…”

“Someone get a cup, let’s see how much spooge we put in Bakugo!”

“Too small. We’d need a bucket.”

There are sniggers all around. Too tired to protest, Bakugo collapses against the wall’s solid grip and lets them do as they please with the mess they’ve created.

People are fingering his ass, tracing names on his skin with come-stained fingers, and marveling at the impressive spread of his hole.

It’s thrilling to them, for some reason, assessing the collective effect of their dicks on Bakugo’s fucked out asshole.

He’s filled to the brim with their sperm – no, more like overflowing with it, with a lot more trickling down to his ankles.

“…Did I win?” He asks weakly, feeling like there’s so much jizz in him that he can practically… Taste it, somehow, on his tongue.

“Sure,” someone snorts. Bakugo catches someone else muttering, from the back: “a perfect score of three out of twelve…”

There’s a brief pause, before Sero’s loud voice breaks the silence.

“You know what, Bakugo? I think we all did.”

Amidst the noises of agreement, Bakugo shuts his eyes and nods. He has no choice but to let them continue playing with his overtaxed body. So they proceed to poke and prod at the puffy, leaking rim of his ass.

Their appreciative murmurs eventually melt into white noise, but based on the clanging sound Bakugo hears at some point, perhaps they did end up getting a bucket after all.

-THE END-

Help me out: if I post this on AO3, what title should I give the fic?