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Rubbery, floppy, and pink. The weather's shameful, his package arrived a bit wet on some corners no doubt from the rain. He slid the smooth toy through his fingers, over his rough palms, and finally he set it down. The suction cup did it's job; kept it stable on his dull nightstand. His new favorite thing flopped pathetically before coming to a standing halt. The blond yawned, he covered his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes watered slightly from the pressure.

He needed to take a nap, he also needed to play. Bakugou knew he was gay by now, there was no denying it. The flush of his cheeks, tingling in his toes, and throbbing erections after vulgar dreams about men. He stared at nsfw gay magazines far too long, touched himself while thinking of classmates, secretly yearning to be overpowered by them.

Bakugou wanted to feel what he hasnt before, internal friction. He loved getting off, everything about himself was flawless, which included the way he masturbated. Although flawless he could still try new things, right? He felt his hole twitch lightly as he stared at the toy. He knew it might hurt at first, so it was better to get the first time over with.

He fumbled to open his nightstand, he gripped his lubricant and brought it to his lap. Fingers glided over the smooth tube as his firey eyes decided whether to go through with this right now. He closed the drawer, rain danced against his window quietly. No one was going to bother him today, most likely the other students were catching up on homework or napping.

Next thing he knew his pants are pooled at his ankles and he's laying back in a concentrated haze. His legs are spread enough to finger his hole deep, he'd done this a few times so he knew this part well. Bakugou never could get his prostate with his fingers but today he didnt care. He was going to feel it. He watched enough porn to know that the prostate was the equivalent to a gspot in a woman.

He kicked his pant legs off of his ankles and spread his pale thighs further. His cheeks flushed a pastel pink as he thought about the noise he might make. He didn't want to wake anyone especially Kirishima next door. He didn't think Kiri would mind all too much, they had seen worse from each other.

Bakugou lubed the toy thoroughly, he squirted a bit more onto his fingers and pressed them inside one last time. He let the heavy toy lay against his hole for a few seconds before sliding the head inside.

" Oh." He gasped, his lips parted and he threw his head back.

It wasn't particularly pleasurable but the burn turned him on anyways. He smoothed his other hand down his abdomen to calm himself.

He slid the toy inside deeper until half of it was pressed inside his pillow-y walls. Gently he rocked it, sending bursts of pleasure down his spine and up his cock. He mewled.

----

His classmates decided to have a picnic, it's lame and cheesy. He tagged along simply because Kirishima asked him to. Kirishima crosses his mind sometimes when he gets really lonely, he bets he could convince Kirishima to give 'it' to him. Although he loved Kirishima, (not that he'd admit it), he wouldn't want to change anything about their relationship. They were so close it seemed like they were already dating, plenty of students joked about it. They weren't dating. Bakugou doesn't even see him romantically. Sexually sometimes, yeah.

It was much sunnier than yesterday morning, the leaves even put on a show across the long fields they all sat on. Bakugou kept his sweatpants on, not really caring to dress a certain way. Kirishima smiled at him, but they remained in silence for a bit. The sun felt nice on his skin, Kiri started to tan too.

" I slept all day yesterday." Kirishima says, he holds a bento box, Bakugou knows he'll eat every single thing inside their basket with ease. Kiri did all the packing anyways, his eyes lit up when he explained he had the perfect basket.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, " You're too fucking boring."

Kirishima laughed, " Bro, I seriously needed that break... What'd you do?"

Bakugou couldn't mention how he fucked himself right to heaven, so he 'studied'.

" I just went over some notes. The rain is what kept you in bed, right?"

" Yeah. That and it was completely silent on our floor yesterday." Kirishima added.

Bakugou moved his toes inside his socks, he watched the fabric stretch. Kirishima tried to grab them. Like the fucking clown he was.

Kirishima being bigger than him doesn't upset him at all by now, by Junior year it was already established that Bakugou needed to stay relatively lean or he'd become a bowling ball of gauntlets. 190lbs is lean in comparison to a lot of hero's nowadays, copycats of All Might. Like Deku, Midoriya uses his legs 'blah blah blah' but he's still tall and too muscular. He was Toshi's little sidekick even after he retired. Spoiled bitch.

Speaking of the devil himself. Emerald green curls bounced towards the pair.

" Hey Kacchan, I was gonna ask to borrow soma your notes yesterday but I got sidetracked... Think I can get those?" Midoriya plopped himself down next to Kirishima and gave him a warm smile.

Bakugou still wasn't a fan of the green haired fuck face. For all he cared Midoriya could literally fuck his own face. Bakugou wasnt going to get the fuck up and get them for him either. As much as Bakugou hated him, he was harmless.

They always exchanged notes these days, they were the only signs of intelligence anymore. Kirishima takes sloppy, choppy and unattractive notes. Bakugou rewrote everything he gathered in class simply because he wanted to.

Midoriya stretched his long arms, he was an absolute monster. Bakugou didn't mind his height at all. He was normal. Six feet is normal. Whatever Midoriya had going on was abnormal.

Bakugou gestured towards the dorms, " Go fucking get them?" Bakugou slid his key from his pocket and tossed it into Midoriya's lap.

Midoriya didnt care about Bakugou's attitude anymore. He needed to settle that with his ancestors or something.

----

Okay. So he did find the correct lecture notes. He also found something unspeakable. Midoriya could consider himself traumatized by the sight/knowledge that was in front of him. Bakugou's notes were in his bag, however because every time Midoriya went to grab them they were always in his nightstand along with mundane things; easy to grab things. Two fucking condoms or something. A coughdrop. Some weed. Midoriya has never noticed this before. The black plastic box had to be new.

His cheeks went red, he didn't honestly think of Bakugou being into that sort of thing. Anal? He's thought about all the students sexual preferences, everyone speculates, but he just assumed Bakugou was some kind of heterosexual sadist from hell. Midoriya quickly closed the drawer and left the room.

Kacchan keeps a dildo in his dorm and that's a lot for anyone to handle.

Midoriya walks throughout UA thinking about it, wondering if anyone would even believe him if he said it. The toy was laying inside of its opened packaging so he might've used it already? I mean isn't that why you'd buy something like that?

Midoriya stood in the elevator alone. He quickly wrote it down in his notes. He didn't think he would forget but he didn't want to.

Kacchan's into anal masturbation.

Whatever that means for his profiling he doesn't know yet.

Midoriya finds himself sat back with his close friends of UA; Ochako, Todoroki, Tsuyu, and Iida. They all sat and giggled on their blankets, eating whatever treats and lunches they brought. Midoriya focused on his studying, trying unsuccessfully to push back the thought of Bakugou using that 'thing'. Midoriya bit at his lip and concentrated on the neatly written notes.

Was that something he should've noted all this time too?

It was difficult coming to terms with the idea that he wasn't doing a great job profiling.

After a few minutes of strained concentration, familiar shoes entered his peripheral. The grass crunched beneath the stomps, only one drama queen would even approach someone like that. Bakugou.

" My key?" Bakugou sighed, as if he had been asking all day.

"Oh... H-here." Midoriya smiled, trying to seem as unsuspecting as possible.

The last thing he needed was Kacchan finding out that he knows.

Midoriya watched as Bakugou gripped the key from his palm. He shoved it in his pocket, and strolled off with a mocking sneer. Well if he was fucking himself with a dildo he obviously wasn't relieving any stress.

Midoriya was interrupted mid thought by Ochako, her sweet voice rang in his ears, " Why do you even try? He's so nasty."

Midoriya chuckled, " Yeah... He is."

Ochako gave an unimpressed look, " Just because he was your friend once doesn't mean he is now. He always manipulates people to like him somehow."

Midoriya was well aware of Ochako's brief crush on Kacchan Freshman year. Bakugou was 100% not interested and made it abundantly clear. She's hated him just as much as he hates everyone else since. Maybe if Midoriya didn't notice everything her distate wouldn't be so cheesy. She bounced her hair behind her shoulder and looked off somewhere.

Midoriya thought about responding but ultimately decided Ochako wouldn't understand his fascination with heros, ( since she hasn't understood the past 3 years ).

Midoriya made a mental note about Ochako, she holds grudges too.

Later Midoriya let his curiosity get the best of him. He convinced himself he had to confirm whether or not Bakugou actually was using his toy or not. He couldn't install a camera, that'd be far beyond his skill set, and uncomfortable to watch. Also. Illegal.

Kirishima usually worked out twice a day. Bakugou and he will work out once they woke up. And another time he'd go just before bed. He usually used the gym. If Midoriya's profile for Kirishima is correct he should be in the gym today. Which would give Bakugou a chance to maybe get off?

Midoriya found that most people and himself included prefer when no one could possibly hear what they're doing. As maturbation tends to be noisy sometimes. Liquids and what not. So he'll simply find a way to listen for a few seconds and weigh if something is going on.

----

8 o'clock rolled around relatively quickly, Midoriya wasn't nervous at all. If he gets caught he'll just drop out and change his name. He always loved the name Washibi.

Midoriya waited in the student lounge until he saw Kirishima by himself walking with his gym bag. He was bopping his head to something upbeat, he seemed pretty happy. Midoriya wondered if Kirishima would continue being his friend had he known what he was up to. Midoriya waited until Kirishima left into a separate corridor, he didn't have to wait but he wanted to. Superstitions or whatever.

Midoriya made his way to the elevator where a few other students greeted him, asked a few questions about heroism and left on their respective floors. A quick easy chat that left him alone on Bakugou's dorm hall floor.

He quickly looked around, he felt dirty. He convinced himself this was for research, he definitely wasn't just interested in hearing Kacchan possibly moan. Hell! he had never heard Bakugou make a noise of pleasure, not from a backrub, a good grade, nothing. He just hummed in "not angry" tones. Would he be whiny, or breathy, would he muffle himself? Even one noise was enough-

Midoriya refocused. This was for research.

Midoriya pressed his ear against the door. He didn't hear much, Bakugou was most likely scrolling Instagram. Sounds of voices laughing, music, and random ads went off in quick succession.

Midoriya waited another couple of minutes before becoming paranoid, he looked around again. No one was here. Yet he was exceedingly afraid. Every creek of the floor left him frantically searching for a person that wasn't there.

He pressed his ear again, he heard a drawer close roughly. He was always rough then? Not even being gentle with himself. Midoriya quietly wrote down fast notes.

/aggresive in nature, not an act as previously believed/

Midoriya's heart raced, he wished he could see into the room. How would Kacchan undress himself, did he tease himself or get right to the goal? Midoriya heard almost nothing for a while. A long time passed before he heard a sigh.

Did Bakugou just cum? Was it over already? Did he even use his dildo?

Midoriya felt dirty and perverted. He knew if he got caught he deserved to be punched through a wall. Bakugou would probably hang him from cityhall. Then punch his limp body through the cityhall wall.

He took his ear off of the door, he almost walked away and recorded the time between the initial close of the drawer and his light sigh; however Midoriya heard a whine. His body went cold.

There it is.

Midoriya was frozen in place, oh God, Kacchan just moaned. He moaned in pleasure, and he heard everything. His green hair pressed into the dull colored door as he repositioned himself.

He could hear breathing, and very quiet moans. If only he could get inside of Kirishima's room, he'd hear a lot more.

Bakugou sounded too loud and too quiet at the same time. He never imagined he'd be capable of expressing sexual pleasure, he also never imagined he'd openly do so. Out loud. Kacchan was a screamer for sure. Not that... that mattered...

If some plastic, pink toy could make him moan, imagine a real cock. Heavy inside of him, warm, and much thicker. Midoriya shivered.

Finally he heard familiar noises, the sounds of penetration. Unmistakable, squelching, bed creaks, sheets ruffling. He seemed to be having a ton of fun. Midoriya listened for three more minutes maximum and aborted his mission. He heard enough, Kirishima was so lucky. All that information is right next door for collecting. Midoriya noted some things too.

/sounded very slow/

/shameless in his actions, loses sense of curtesy/

Midoriya figured Kirishima had to have heard him at some point. Kirishima certainly would hardly care, if anything he'd care so little he'd forget.

The freckled Senior made his way to the elevator, after getting to the ground floor he noticed a lot of his peers hanging around. He blushed even deeper. He couldn't shake the feeling they all knew what he'd just done. He quickly got away from them.

----

Shaky palms wrapped around his semi hard shaft, Midoriya enjoyed his adventure a bit too much. He thought about a lot of things when he masturbated, typically, much older heros then himself. Fighting, unrobing, climbing on top of him, grinding on him, taking advantage of him. He had a perverted mind already. This new kink of his was only fueling that, he hasn't been this excited in months. He got spikes of pleasure down his abdomen everytime he recalled Kacchan's noisy room. This would be quick.

It wasn't the idea of Kacchan himself, although he is an attractive young man. The excitement was more linked to Kacchan's natural state being displayed when he thinks no one is around. Except someone was around. And Midoriya salivated at the idea of catching more of his raw nature.

It seemed as soon as he started he finished, because he worked himself for a few minutes, shook and came just as fast. His toes curled as he let one last image of Kacchan bent over pass through his brain. He loved having a vivid imagination.

That could very well be a one time occurrence; so he wasn't worried, everyone does something perverted at least once right?

Midoriya eavesdrops a couple more times that week before vowing to leave Bakugou alone. He got his information.

----

A few days passed and the curious teen concluded he needed more actually. More information of course. This could contribute to his heroism one day. How was Midoriya going to get away with this one though? He wanted to sneak into Bakugou's room somehow.

Maybe he could sneak underneath the bed, or sit in his closet. His attentive dick twitched in his shorts. Midoriya layed out his plan. It was so simple and idiotic it couldn't actually work.

----

" Hey, K-kacchan, can I borrow some notes today?" Midoriya asked, he had a small blush and he couldnt stop his hands from shaking as Bakugou handed him his key with a quizzical look.

" What the fuck is wrong with you? You're so fucking weird." Bakugou insulted, he pushed passed Midoriya.

Midoriya had to initiate phase 2 now; " I'll just leave the key in front of your door! Gonna go right to my dorm after!"

Bakugou looked back and rolled his eyes, " No one gives a singular fuck."

Midoriya gripped the cold metal in his palm, he did it. He got the key.

He is one of the only students to see Kacchan's room and now he'll be the only one to see him... do things to himself.

He needed to be arrested.

He tried to walk calmly but couldn't help but to jog to the dorms. He was so excited. He quickly texted Ochako telling her he'd be in his room, he will not be answering his door, and he will not be responsive.

He made up a story to go along with it, he hoped she believed him and wouldnt go asking where he was. God, imagine if Ochako went on a hunt for him.

She sent a heart emoji, good enough.

Midoriya made his way to Bakugou's room, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. He quickly grabbed the notebook from Bakugou's bag ( in case he looked for it ). He wasnt planning on actually opening them to go over them however.

Midoriya opened the drawer with the toy. The wood slid out easily, revealing the pink dildo.

It was back in it's packaging. He couldn't imagine Bakugou was taking that to the bathroom to clean it. He was probably using condoms. Something about that turned him on, the condoms definitely gave it a smoother experience. Midoriya tried to measure the dildo in his mind, it seemed to be just about average size. So nothing intense.

If Midoriya would've guessed he'd assume Kacchan would enjoy pain. In battles he seems to. He's certainly the kinda hero that would stick his finger in a wound and twist it just for fun.

So it came as a surprise that he lived such a vanilla sex life.

Midoriya checked his phone, he still had some time before Bakugou would come to bed. He hoped he'd catch something today. Or he'd just be spending the night in a closet for absolutely no reason. And risk getting caught being a creep. There was nothing he could say to excuse that.

Midoriya grabbed the box and slid the toy out. It was cold from being inside of the endtable near the window. Midoriya gripped it, it gave off no smell, and looked pretty much new. Midoriya tossed the box on the table and used his now free hand to rummage inside of the drawer.

He did find condoms and he did find lube.

Bakugou only had a small tube of lube, which seemed impractical. Maybe Bakugou really didn't do this often?

Midoriya worried about that. He made a mental note to write that down too.

He placed everything in the general area he found them once again. He slid the toy back into its packaging and closed the drawer with it safely tucked inside.

He opened the closet door, clean. He couldn't see in, but he could see out and that's what mattered the most. He moved some of Bakugou's shoes aside, he tried to remember the order they were in.

Midoriya turned around and took the key out of his pocket. He slid it out under Bakugou's dorm door, it was a small space, which barely allowed the key to get through. He resorted in opening the door, placing the key believably, then simply shutting himself in.

Midoriya closed himself inside the closet, he sat on the hard panelled floor.

He practically waited thirty minutes before Kacchan burst through the doors, he watched as the blond placed his key on top of the ridge of his door. Out of sight. Midoriya never thought of that.

Bakugou practically ripped his jeans off. Midoriya stared as his pasty, muscular thighs were revealed. They had small scars but ultimately he seemed smooth. Bakugou didn't replace them with pajamas, he must not care for pajama pants. Bakugou then took his shirt off, he tossed the two pieces of linens into a basket. His necklace danced across his chest as he scratched at various parts of his back. Bakugou opened his bag.

Midoriya watched as he silently made sure all of his homework was complete. He was probably more astute than Midoriya. Bakugou flopped against his bed, he didn't bother to rezip his bag.

It seemed like his legs went on forever, his skin kept flowing. His meaty body type seemed to be sensational online. All fan sites for Bakugou noted his full thighs and buttocks, which were elegantly complimented by long and lean legs.

Midoriya couldn't pry his eyes away from the sight.

Bakugou stared at his phone for a bit before plugging his earphones in. He stretched his legs before slipping his hand into his boxers.

Yes.

Midoriya stared intensely.

Bakugou messed around for a bit before taking his hand out.

He made a strange expression then placed his phone to his ear.

" Yo." The blond spoke calmly.

Whoever called seemed to ramble for a bit, which pissed Bakugou off enough to loudly sigh into the phone.

" Okaaay, ma! Die!" He spoke harshly before hanging up.

He clearly didnt have a great relationship with his mother.

He then started watching a porno as he turned his phone's view and stared at the screen. He slipped his underwear off, revealing his pink kissed dick.

Midoriya thought it was too pretty to be real.

His pubic hair was light, sparse and soft. Midoriya loved this too much, his own member began to fill. Bakugou never looked away from the screen as he stroked himself. Midoriya wondered what he was watching. Was he watching something gay, maybe 'male male female' or maybe straight? Did Bakugou have any kinks?

Were they hardcore, soft, fetish-y, vanilla? Did he like live camboys? Or maybe men being pegged?

Bakugou reached into his nightstand and squirt the lube onto his tip. He hissed at the cold.

Midoriya slipped himself out of his sweats and let a trail of spit fall onto his own dick. He smoothed it down his member until he was wet enough to pleasure himself properly. He looked up and saw Bakugou's mouth parted wide as he got closer. His legs spread wide as he came without sound. His cum landed across his torso in long strips. He gasped and brought some of it to his tongue, Midoriya swore under his breath. The sight was beautiful.

Midoriya continued getting off, his eyes rolled as he got closer. He heard Bakugou open the drawer again.

" Y-es." Midoriya hiccuped quietly.

When did this fetish begin? He doesn't know, he doesn't understand how he's so turned on that his fingers tingle and buzz. His brain felt foggy as he watched Bakugou roll a condom onto his toy, he scissored lubed fingers into his hole. He never stopped staring at his screen. Whatever he's watching must be euphoric. Bakugou arched as he fingered himself deeper, he finally slipped them out. He pressed the tip of the toy to his hole, Midoriya couldn't see much but he knew he was pushing it inside at least.

Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut as the toy penetrated him. His mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Midoriya almost pushed the closet door open from eagerness. He had to remember to be quiet.

He quietly whispered to Bakugou, he knew he couldn't hear him but he needed to comment on the situation. He rambled in a nearly silent whisper to himself.

" Take it, take it, take it... so good... so good... Kacchan..." Midoriya mumbled.

Bakugou flipped over until he was on his stomach, he slid the toy inside once again with a hand between his parted legs. He bounced up and down on the toy hard. Slow but hard. Pounding his prostate. He didn't tease himself. He knew exactly what he wanted, to cum, and that's it. There was nothing special about this interaction. He gasped. His legs fumbled for a position to be in every time he punished his gspot. He gripped at his hair as he tried not to make any noises.

Midoriya threw his head back as he came. The sight too much for his nerves.

Bakugou kept going however, he grinded on the toy with desperation. His back glistened with just the slightest bit of sweat, he whimpered quietly. His muscular thighs flexed with every bounce of his waist, he fucked like he played sports, specifically to win.

He abandoned whatever porno he was watching. The blond flipped back onto his back, the dildo drove into him quicker now. Midoriya started fisting his cock again. He thought he was going to cum so much he would pass out.

Bakugou let out a loud moan, he didn't seem to care at all. His body shook as he fucked himself harder. Bakugou still kept a hand in his hair, he really enjoyed this. He needed it.

He made a jerky movement before convulsing a bit, he came for the second time. This time his toy was buried inside of him. He gasped and slowly pulsed the toy inside the deepest parts it could reach. Midoriya could hear Kirishima close his room door from where he sat. Bakugou placed a hand over his mouth as he continued to convulse.

He flopped onto the bed and sighed. After a minute or so he folded a pillow and placed the toy on top.

Fuck yes.

Midoriya was going to see him properly ride this thing. Midoriya's milky thighs spread just as Bakugou's legs had been. He lets his hand slide all the way down, until he could run a finger over his untouched hole. Midoriya involuntarily flinched, he hadn't done that in a while, ( played down there ).

Bakugou got on his knees and hovered over the lubed up toy, the way he was positioned allowed Midoriya to see his puffy and abused hole. Knowing Bakugou fucked himself enough times a day to cause such a pink and red display made Midoriya shake.

Bakugou rolled on top of the toy and placed one hand on his bedroom wall as he bounced on the toy. Midoriya couldn't see his face from this angle. Judging by how erratic his movements were Bakugou was enjoying this more than the other positions.

Midoriya came again, this time it painted the inside of the closet door.

" Oh s-shit." He swore under his breath. He needed to clean that immediately before it dried. He grew tired almost immediately, the after shocks leaving him breathless.

Bakugou's head was thrown back as he bounced on the toy violently, the bed creaked loudly, and the legs hit the floor every once and a while. Midoriya watched mesmerized as Bakugou let out one last orgasm. He mewled like he did the other night, long and loud.

Kirishima must feel so privileged.

----

Midoriya made it out alive fortunately. Bakugou hopped into the shower first thing in the morning and Midoriya scurried out like a roach. He smelled like bodily fluid and prayed that no one noticed on his short journey back to his room. He showered well. The water washed everything except the guilt away.

After his shower he recorded everything he found interesting into his notebook specifically for Bakugou.

/loved riding/ /control?/ /shameless/ /enjoys pain/ /masochist?/

----

Bakugou sat bored after training, he bounced his knee as he watched his classmates finish whatever it was they were doing. Kirishima came and sat next to him, he bumped his arm on purpose and laughed when Bakugou growled at him.

" Wanna hang later? I found this pathway we can walk." Kirishima suggested.

Bakugou nodded, " Sure."

Bakugou noticed Deku staring at him. The little worm. If he could he'd step on him.

The idiot turned away, he fidgeted nervously and tried to appear normal. Bakugou really hated that kid.

Kirishima punched him, " What's wrong?"

Bakugou sighed and let out the tension inside him, he needed relief, or to punch someone out.

" This year's been a lot for me." Bakugou said.

Kirishima gave him a pat on the thigh, " Don't worry... You always got this. Plus you cope in pretty healthy ways, working out, sleeping, at least you havent started doing drugs."

There was a few students who did turn to drug use.

Bakugou needed something better than drugs. And he needed it consistently.

" Wanna go for that walk right now, or wait till later?" Kiri asked.

Bakugou shrugged, " Let's go now." He could use some alone time with his best friend.

Midoriya watched as the two walked away together. His dirty mind ran wild, he imagined all the things Bakugou could do to Kiri's dick. The blond had talent and excellent hip control. He didn't feel any jealousy at all, he'd pay to watch. He does pay actually, he risks his own existence to watch.

" Hey, why're you all red?" Iida asked as he approached Midoriya.

Midoriya stammered and covered his face a bit, " O-oh, sorry- mmm- I'm hot out here... Gonna grab a drink..." Midoriya said before stumbling away.

After Bakugou and Kirishima finished their walk they sat in the grass together. Bakugou laid across Kiri's stomach. He twirled blades of grass between his rough finger tips, as Kirishima rambled about everything that bothered him that week. The weather, homework, his parents...

" I don't want to freak you out but sometimes I can't sleep because of you're volume bro." Kirishima said matter of factly.

Bakugou froze, " Huh?"

Kirishima looked at him, " When you're having 'me time'."

Bakugou blushed and got off of Kirishima. He sat back and looked away.

" Me time?" Bakugou questioned, he knew what it meant but damn it he was in denial. He knew Kirishima could hear that doesnt mean he would hear. He hoped Kiri was listening to music too loudly to notice when he couldn't stop himself from moaning.

" Bro don't make me say it." Kirishima laughed. " It's healthy, everyone does it. Your's sounds particularly healthy anyways... But sleep is also healthy. For me."

Bakugou was embarrassed.

" I- I dont -It's not, what the fuck bro?" Bakugou stutters.

" I didn't think you'd get this awkward about it." Kiri admits.

Bakugou frowns, " I'm not awkward- it's just- Don't say that where people can hear that shit."

It was only a matter of time before his best friend said something about the noise. He tried to be respectful and secretive but some days his ass felt empty and lonely. Familiar aches filled his body until he eased it through his dick. That was a part of the teenage experience.

That was his life right now.

Kirishima grabbed his wrist, " I support you in everything you do. But do it quieter."

Bakugou couldn't look at him.

" I'm not sure what you hear but it's not what you think... I don't- I'm not even loud." Bakugou tried.

" let's drop it, okay? Let's just think about something else." Kirishima says.

To Kirishima Bakugou was doing something sexual far too aggressively for the time of night it usually was. Maybe it was a mixture of the tv and Bakugou, maybe it was Kirishima deciding it was too loud because he was typically exhausted after the gym.

Bakugou stayed silent.

" Come here." Kirishima said slowly.

Bakugou hesitated but slid into Kirishima's inviting arms. He hummed in contentment. He loved him a lot. Kirishima is the only person he wouldn't murder if given the chance. If anyone else tried to say some shit like that to him they'd get their brakes beat out.

" Sorry." Bakugou apologized quickly.

Kirishima pet his soft head of hair, " It's okay bro, it was hot at first but it's been a whole week and-"

Bakugou punched him in his gut as hard as he could manage from his position. Kirishima laughed despite the pain.

" Fuck off!!" Bakugou cursed.

----

Bakugou noticed that his classmate was asking for his notes repeatedly. He thought maybe he had stopped trying, maybe the freak had finally given up. He decided to give him a hard time. He tried giving him a run around.

" Hey can I borrow last week's notes again? Sorry I know I keep asking." Midoriya asked shyly.

Bakugou chuckled, " Again? You've asked for notes three times this fucking week have you finally given up?" He questioned patronizingly.

The classmate shifted on his feet. Bakugou decided to take a closer look at him. He seemed disheveled and rushed. He decided to question him yet again.

" Have you been in some sorta fucking trouble? Why would I allow a troublemaker to borrow my notes or keep hold of my room key even for a second?" Bakugou said cleverly.

Midoriya seemed taken a back by that his brows furrowed.

" No! I'm not any kinda trouble at all why would you think that?" Midoriya asked nervously.

Bakugou laughed, " Because you fucking idiot, you look a mess. The only kids who run around here dressed so sloppy are dope fiends."

Midoriya looked at himself. Yeah he did look kind of messy, but it was a mixture of anticipation and restlessness to try again what he had tried the other night. He was as nervous as he was excited about it. Not that Bakugou would know something like that.

He looked up at him, " Sorry just been really busy lately. I'm not in any kind of trouble though!"

Bakugou proposed an ultimatum, " Either tell me what's been going on or you can fuck off."

Midoriya shivered. That surprised the blond, what would make him shiver? Was he genuinely afraid, was he actually in serious trouble? Bakugou was entertained by how easy it was to corner Midoriya for him, he would stand up to anyone except Bakugou.

Bakugou didn't have a clue that Midoriya was feeling a sick kind of pleasure from this. Almost being caught, being deceitful, sneaky, and dirty. Something about being what no one would expect from such a clean cut student made his sweatpants twitch in a particular spot.

Midoriya sighed, he looked down guiltily,

" O-okay I have something to confess, I forgot to give your notes back the last time I borrowed them so I was going to sneak them back into your bag. I'm really sorry." He seemed genuinely upset, like he's been caught with a murder weapon. A puppy with his tail between his legs.

They stared at each other for a moment.

Bakugou tried not to laugh but he couldn't help it, he burst into laughter. " Oh my fucking god! You are so lame, dude!"

He threw his key in his general direction. He turned and walked away grabbing his ribs as he laughed even louder. Midoriya watched as Bakugou laughed at his expense. The blond quickly looked back but only made himself giggle more. That kid was truly pathetic, to feel so guilty over some fucking notes. Bakugou pitied him.

----

That sure was a fucking close one. He couldn't imagine what would have happened had Kacchan found out the truth behind Midoriya's actions. Of course once again acting and quick thinking saved his ass. How does he always find himself in these positions? He doesn't know. He does know however if anyone were to find out his true intentions or what he'd been doing on the highest floor of UA; Sneaking around and manipulating his classmates to get what he wanted, committing illegal acts to get what he wanted for the second time... He would be expelled. He'd be a dead man walking, everything that he was doing was a risk.

He didn't understand what the end result would be yet, hopefully he gets his fill and returns back to his normal routine, pretending that none of it ever happened. Maybe confessing it one day to his journal but no time soon.

The green haired teenager let out a long sigh as he finally had gotten away from the trouble.

As he clicked through the floors of the elevator; ( saying 'hello' and 'bye' to everyone who passed through) He thought in excitement about what was to come a few minutes from now - maybe twenty minutes from now, hell he didn't really know! And he certainly didn't really care!

He did know that he was going to use up all of his time wisely. Not spending the majority of it being cooped up away waiting in the small closet. He finally arrived to the correct floor. No one was in sight thankfully.

As he approached the door his sweatpants tented. He needed this again. His research counted on it... Or something...

He unlocked the door and quickly shut himself inside worried that someone might see and question him.

He didn't waste his time looking through the bookbag, he didn't care whether or not it was believable that he actually borrowed notes.

He was more focused on the neatly made up bed in front of him. The bed that belonged to the same person he had been secretly watching. The bed where Kacchan squirmed and came in front of him. He pulled the covers back and saw clean sheets, smoothed over too.

Kacchan was extremely meticulous then.

Midoriya leaned down and sniffed them, they smelled like Kacchan. Nothing more - nothing less.

Less exciting then he initially imagined.

He opened the endtable drawer, the packaged dildo remained. He checked to see if another condom was missing. Nope. It was the exact amount it should've been since last time.

He quickly shut the drawer and looked around at some other things inside of the dorm. He went through a couple of his clothing drawers and found nothing particularly interesting.

The most interesting article of clothing was a small blanket with his name weaved into it.

~ Katsuki ~

He thought about taking a few things back to his own dorm but then decided that would be too obvious and he would have a witch hunt for him about 10 seconds after the other teen noticed.

So he placed everything back in it's respective spots. He closed the drawers and tried to make the room seem the way it did when he had first entered. He didn't want to risk suspicion. He looked at his watch and he still had a couple of minutes, he didn't exactly feel like stuffing himself inside of that small closet again so he simply sat on the bed and waited. The more he thought about his actions the more he wanted to quit. With that regret came lust.

Finally came time where he had to assume his regular position inside of the small closet. He tried to get himself as comfortable as possible once again moving the shoes out of the way. He closed the door tightly and looked out of the small elongated cracks in the door originally only made for ventilation.

He waited and after a couple of minutes his target walked into the room. He threw his shoes off as if nothing was wrong and flopped onto the bed.

Midoriya sighed in relief once again, quietly though, quieter than he normally would have.

He didn't plan on getting caught anytime soon so he remembered to keep his voice down. He watched the other boy once again play on his phone a bit, texting a couple of people. Then after a while he seemed to pause almost as if he didn't want to proceed with what he normally would have done. ( Which would have been to relieve his stress through pleasuring himself). Midoriya would be thoroughly disappointed if he didn't go through with it tonight.

Finally what he saw surprised him. Bakugou sat up and faced his bedroom wall, he screamed, " Kiri!!?"

" What!!?" Kirishima answered through the wall.

That confused Midoriya, 'Oh my goodness' he thought. 'They can totally hear each other so well'. Crystal clear even how could he ever get away with something like that?

Then Kacchan asked him to leave, "Kirishima get the fuck out of your room now!!!" he yelled.

He didn't get to hear what Kirishima must've said back but after a few moments he did hear his room door slam. It vibrated the walls.

Kacchan quickly got up and opened his bedroom door, " Thank you!" He said to what Midoriya assumes is a disgruntled Kirishima. He guesses that Kirishima listened and actually left the room /because/ he was fully aware of the things that could go on. Bakugou was actually truly shameless about it too.

Midoriya couldnt fathom being so nonchalant about his jerking off.

Finally his pants were taken off. Kacchan seemed hungry even, like he'd waited for this all day.

Kacchan took his toy out and lubed it up, he completely forgot about a condom for the toy and desperately prodded his hole, pulling his underwear to the side. It was no use. Midoriya palmed at himself.

Bakugou huffed in annoyance and put the toy back down, Midoriya watched in awe as Kacchan genuinely seemed annoyed at the concept of prepping himself.

He watched as the blonde slid his boxers off and shoved a finger inside of himself. He fumbled with the tube of lube and squirted just enough onto his hand. He fucked himself roughly with one finger until he could fit another in. He used one hand to find a pornsite he enjoyed and scrolled for a video to watch while he did this.

Midoriya once again couldn't see what he was watching but Kacchan seemed to be enthralled. Finally he touched himself, his lube soaked fingers wrapped around his pink and pale dick before tugging at it.

Midoriya followed his lead, he reached into his sweatpants and did the same.

Kacchan stopped to grab his toy once again, it seemed to be the main course and everything else was a side to him. He didn't care about giving his dick attention at all.

Kacchan slid the toy in, he hissed in pain. Not enough prep. And he calls Midoriya an idiot.

The blond shuts his eyes tight as he continues pushing it inside. Finally he seems satisfied. He starts a rhythm that soon leads to pleasure.

Hard. And slow.

Kacchan gasps each time the toy hits his spot, " O-oh! A-ah!"

He watches the video on his phone, he picks up his pace and his eyes roll.

Midoriya spits in his hand and wets the head of his cock. He slips his sweatpants down under his ass and begins really going at it.

Kacchan starts to buck into the friction, he squirms around as his hand punishes his tight insides. The toy drills at every place he needs it to. Kacchan whines and spreads his legs impossibly wide, he doesn't muffle himself at all. The blond drops his phone by accident but doesnt bother to pick it up. It lands on his chest. His free hand grips his hair.

There's a knock at the door. Both boys halt.

Kacchan stares shocked, " H-huh?" He clears his throat, " Go away!"

Midoriya watches like a deer in headlights.

Midoriya can barely hear the person on the other side of the door, but Kacchan seems to hear them perfectly fine.

" W-what- I'm busy E- Go away please!" Kacchan says again, his head lands on his pillow as he sighs. He grabs his phone from his chest, locks it, and tosses it.

Midoriya realizes that's Kirishima.

He can hardly hear him but he makes out a few words ' I dont care ~ naked ~ now.'

Kacchan slides the toy out with a hiss and tries to hide it in his bed. He grabs his pillow and places it in front of his crotch before sitting up and answering his door.

" What E?" Bakugou asks quietly.

" I'm bored." Kirishima says, he looks around the room and walks in, " Oh there's no one in here except you."

Bakugou laughs quietly before shutting the door.

Midoriya screams internally. ' WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW!? ' They had to be closer than peas in a pod to behave this way. Walking in on a jerk off session! As if he was balancing his checkbook!

Kirishima sits on the bed, he makes a face and reaches under himself to prod at whatever he sat on. Kacchan panics and stops him. His face was extremely pink now.

" S-shit just don't touch anything." He asked frantically.

" Bro what is that?" Kirishima chuckles.

Midoriya can only think if that were him Kacchan would have stabbed him with every single object in the vicinity.

" What'd you expect you fucking cluts!? You walk in here sayin your bored while you know I'm... I was busy." Bakugou sighs, he pulls a shirt on, finally he struggles to put some shorts on.

His semi is extremely noticeable but he doesnt seem to mind at all. Neither does Kirishima.

The redhead plays with his long hair while he looks around the room absently, " What am I sitting on?"

Bakugou blinks rapidly, " You can move over and not sit on it you know."

Kirishima smirks, " But what is it?"

Kacchan fish mouths, " If you already know why're you fucking asking!"

Kirishima laughs, " No fucking way!" He stares shocked, " Is it actually a di-"

Bakugou attacks him.

Midoriya couldn't believe his eyes. Kirishima sat on Kacchan's dildo and only got tackled.

The privilege.

In the midst of the rough housing Kirishima speaks, " I knew you were gay dude! I totally knew it!"

Bakugou lightly punches his chest, which is a shift in behavior since he did tackle him only mere seconds ago.

" Kiri, don't be rude." He says strictly.

Kirishima shakes his head, " I'm not judging. You know that. I'm just teasing... This does confirm my suspicions though."

Kirishima runs a hand down Bakugou's side, Bakugou straddles him. They sit there for a moment, unbothered by anything. Bakugou picks at his nails, Midoriya wonders how often they do things like this.

It was so insanely gay.

Midoriya is too confused to continue getting off, he might've discovered something sacred.

" It felt pretty small. The way you scream I would think it was a snake." Kirishima comments.

Kacchan pulls the big duvet back, revealing the toy. Once again that pink, floppy, dick comes into view.

Midoriya gasped.

Kirishima sat up and inspected it. Bakugou remained in his lap.

' what the actual fuck!' Midoriya thought.

" It is pretty small huh." Kirishima added, " That's all you can handle?"

Midoriya thought the toy seemed fine. Bakugou seemed to enjoy it. The way he moaned you'd think he was in love with it. Bakugou blushed and slapped Kirishima's shoulder.

The redhead rubbed his back gently, " How about I do you a favor?"

Kacchan sat still, " What? Buy me a new one? A better one?"

Kirishima shook his head, " N-no, but I should."

Bakugou got off of him, " Kiri don't say some gay shit, please."

" Ssh.. Just relax okay? We both know the only person who's gonna over think this is you." Kirishima said.

" No." Bakugou said. " Absolutely not. We're not about to fuck."

" Whoa there... Like I said, think of it more as me doing you a favor. Remember when you taught me how to kiss so I didn't embarrass myself on my first date with that girl?" Kirishima recalled.

Midoriya wanted to cook some popcorn. This was getting too good. He slowly continued to stroke his dick, he liked this scene too much. Even if they didn't actually do anything, he still loved the information, he loved being sneaky. Also he was very much hard from Kacchan's performance earlier.

Kacchan squinted, he put the toy away and wiped his hands on his shorts, he didn't seem to like the idea.

Kirishima continued, " Well, in the real world, whatever guy you end up with is probably gonna be bigger than that. Right?"

Bakugou raises a brow, " Dude, it's five-n-a half inches."

Kirishima shrugs, " You're at least six. And you know I'm a little bigger."

Kacchan stood up, " Fucking- shit- I don't know! We're friends bro, we're not- we're not like that."

Kirishima pulled him back down, " Please? Let me help you."

Kacchan looked down, he paused for about a minute, " If I say stop, then you better sto-"

Before he could get the rest of his sentence out Kirishima was already unbuckling his pants. He seemed overly eager to fuck his best friend, as if he had been contemplating it for a while. Kacchan slowly slid his shorts off, revealing himself to Kirishima.

" Are you still ready?" Kirishima asked, gesturing to Kacchan's genitals.

Kacchan blushed and grabbed some lube from his endtable, " I will be. Just... get your fire crotch hard. Dont worry about what I've got goin on asshole!"

Kirishima tossed his boxers and jeans to the side, they landed close to where Midoriya hid silently. His heart raced as he thought about getting caught. His dick throbbed in his hand.

Kirishima placed his hand under Bakugou's chin, " Look at me." He got on his knees on the bed and slowly stroked his own member.

Kacchan sat on the bed looking at Kirishima's face, " What?"

Kirishima just stared at him while jacking off.

Bakugou started to blush harsher, " D-dude what the fuck?" He pulled away.

Kirishima grabbed him harder, " Don't look away... You have nice eyes- 'm trying to get hard for you... This is standard stuff bro. This is how sex goes."

Bakugou slapped his hand off of him. " Just fuck me already, God dammit. That's how sex goes! Penis goes inside hole!"

Kirishima laughed, " Very sexy of you. Maybe you should try to be seductive and make 'him' want to fuck you."

Bakugou sucked his teeth, " I don't know how to be sexy, and I don't care."

Midoriya could beg to differ in fact he could write a thesis disproving that. The dark closet seemed like a punishment compared to the fun the other two boys were having.

Kirishima rolled his eyes and shoved Bakugou down, he slowly hovered over him, he kissed down the blond's neck until he reached his collarbones. He gently sucked on them, one at a time. Bakugou didn't move much, he just watched with worried eyes.

The redhead twisted a nipple between his two fingers and watched Bakugou gasp into it. He chuckled. Kirishima took his time with it. Teasing Bakugou until he was grabbing at him. Midoriya could tell he was more into it now, after being ushered and teased a bit.

Finally he placed his tip at Bakugou's entrance. Kacchan bit his lip, lustful and ready.

Kirishima pushed inside, " Now, most guys will be gentle at first... I know you're already worked open but... For realism I'll be gentle."

Bakugou nodded, " O-okay." He moaned quietly as Kirishima impaled him.

Kirishima rubbed Bakugou's thick thighs with his calming hands, " Then they'll go as deep as they can, just to test how much you can handle."

Kirishima did just that. Bakugou took all of it without flinching. He grabbed Kirishima's arms.

" Is that okay?" Kirishima asked.

Bakugou nodded quickly, " Feels good."

Kiri smiled.

He leaned down again to kiss Bakugou's neck, he slowly pumped into the blond. Bakugou's toes curled as he took in his best friend's big cock. The blond threw his head back as shallow thrusts became faster. Kirishima didn't seem like a virgin, he seemed experienced. Midoriya didn't see Kiri as the type to mess around in people's beds. But the proof was in the pudding and this pudding was fucking like a pornstar.

Midoriya knew how he wanted it. Harder. Kirishima should fuck him harder.

Kirishima had a small smile that Midoriya could see, as if he knew Kacchan's spots. He didn't.

Bakugou began moaning louder, " Yes. Yes. Yes."

Kirishima slapped his friend on the ass, " You need to tell 'him' what you want."

Bakugou grabbed at Kirishima, " Fuck-feels so good! Just like t-that!"

Kirishima shook his head and pounded into Bakugou harder, " How bout that?" He asked, enunciating with each pound of his hips.

" F-fuck! S-shit Eijirou!" Bakugou hollered.

" Ssh, be quiet." Kirishima teased. He pressed himself all the way inside and gently fucked into him. They let their face come close together, they never kissed but it felt like at any moment they could. Kirishima breathed into his friends mouth harshly as he drilled into his soft hole.

Kirishima lifted him until Bakugou was seated on his rock hard dick, as Kiri himself sat on the bed. Bakugou didn't move.

" C'mon, no breaks, you can't just tap out now." Kirishima joked.

Bakugou looked angry, " 'm not fuckin tapping out! I just- how do I ride you like this? This position is stupid, lay back."

Kirishima grabbed his hips and guided him through the first few bounces, " Like that. Your thighs are gonna burn, but it looks gorgeous."

Bakugou ran with it, soon enough he got pretty selfish. Midoriya could've predicted as much. Kacchan rolled his hips erratically. He clawed at Kirishima's back, leaving angry marks along his back and shoulders. He sucked at Kirishima's neck as he fucked himself down on his thick member.

Kirishima noticed and giggled, " Sex isn't just about cumming... Relax."

Bakugou didn't care, he grinded down harder, " S-shut up, you're ruining it."

Kirishima smirked, " Behave... You'll cum... Just wait."

Bakugou slowed down, " I'm getting close... Harder E."

Kirishima practically tossed Bakugou off of his lap, he laughed cocky as ever, " Hands and knees."

Bakugou got into position, he didn't seem to want to be too exposed, so his legs weren't as spread as they should've been. Nonetheless his heavy cock hung between them, his round ass raised to Kirishima. Kiri bent over and spread Bakugou's cheeks with both hands.

Midoriya was close now, he could cum at any second. If Kirishima did what he thought he was gonna do, he'd surely be done within the next five minutes. Plus his thick precum was everywhere, he needed to shower first thing in the morning.

" Loosen up." Kirishima mumbled, he licked a thick line of saliva up Bakugou's taint, right to his puckered hole.

Bakugou gasped, " Oh my God."

Kirishima kissed and sucked at the rim, nibbling at the soft skin every so often. Bakugou writhed against the bed sheets. He tried to run away from the sensation but Kirishima's quirk made it nearly impossible.

Bakugou nearly screamed, " Y-yes E! Oh fuck yes!"

Kirishima slapped his thigh hard, then his ass cheek. He repeated that two more times. He leaned down again to eat Kacchan out. The blond shivered with intensity. Kiri tongue fucked him a few more times before finally positioning himself back at his hole. He fucked into Bakugou hard again, he gave him no mercy. His thrust were brutal, hard and filled with power.

Midoriya let out a whine and came, his warm cum got on his shirt and neck. The green eyed teen sat in a state of bliss. He had to be dreaming. He could never forget this.

When he looked back out Bakugou had his face shoved into his pillows by Kirishima's strong hand. Kirishima dug into him with recklessness.

" This is how you get fucked the right way." Kirishima spoke in a growl, Midoriya had never thought of him as being so dirty.

Bakugou cried into the pillow, " Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-" his muffled swearing rang throughout the room.

Finally Kirishima shivered, his hips spasmed as he came into his friend raw. Bakugou lifted his head up, Midoriya could see spit all over his chin, his lips were puffy and red. Bakugou looked utterly fucked out.

He grinded back into the last few pumps before Kirishima pulled out. Kirishima sighed, he flipped Bakugou over and gave him a very sloppy handjob. It was obvious that he was tired now. Bakugou came relatively quickly, he painted both of them in his mess with choked noises following.

Kirishima stretched, " I swear I heard another moan earlier. One that didn't come from me or you."

Bakugou waved it off, " Was probably my phone. A porno or something."

Kirishima nodded, " Or there's a guy watching us from the closet." He joked.

Midoriya nearly shat himself.

But Bakugou just laughed, " Sure." Bakugou beamed, " Thank you for that. That was fun."

Kirishima smiled too, " I'm so tired... You're gonna be sore tomorrow."

Bakugou rolled his eyes, " You think you're the fuckin' man."

" I am the man." Kirishima corrected. " Go look in the mirror, you look crazy."

Kirishima didn't make much of an effort to clean himself up before he left. Bakugou wiped his jizz off with a nearby sock and rolled over. Soon he was fast asleep.

Midoriya felt like he needed a cigarette and he never even smoked once in his lifetime. Midoriya tried to clean himself up but most of his cum was pretty dry. He pulled his sweatpants up and fell asleep too.

----

Midoriya noticed neither of the boys seemed awkward the next day. You wouldn't have even known they fucked each other's brains out if you just looked at them. A big hint however would be that somehow they both had hickeys and bruises.

Also someone else must've heard Bakugou's wails. It was improbable they were contained to that room. Lunch rolled around and Midoriya couldn't stop staring at the pair.

" Keep staring and he's gonna kick your ribs into a remix." Ochako commented, she couldn't help but to stare over the sea of heads and watch too.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary with them.

Midoriya mumbled quietly, " They have a very interesting bond."

Ochako raised a brow, she slipped a cold vegetable into her mouth, " You and Todoroki have an interesting bond. Those two... are just boyfriends."

Midoriya hummed, " I don't think it's that simple."

" So what do you think?" Ochako pried.

Midoriya recalled the interactions from last night, " I think Kacchan secretly needs someone to be codependent on. From what I know about him, he has always been independent and alone."

Ochako blinked, that made sense, he probably used Kirishima as an outlet to regain whatever childhood experiences he lost. Like. Depending on someone for basic needs.

" Kacchan always had to do everything himself so now he lets Kirishima do everything." Midoriya explained.

" I get what you're saying... But still, he has issues." Ochako said.

" I do too." Midoriya shrugged.

----

Bakugou is sore but he couldn't let Kirishima know that under any circumstances. He wouldn't allow him that satisfaction. He sat uncomfortably at their usual table, he flinched whenever someone asked him to pass something. Getting up was easy, sitting down was the hard part.

Kiri tucked his red hair behind his ear, he smiled at Bakugou as if he missed him. They work out together every morning. Kirishima is just a sap.

" Hey, you've been kinda stiff today." Kirishima commented.

Bakugou nodded, " Back hurts from lifting this morning. Must've done something wrong."

Kirishima giggled, he looked around before leaning into Bakugou's ear, " I should've been easier on you."

Bakugou shivered.

He looked around hoping no one saw that. And.

Oh. Of course that fucking freak witnessed it. He couldn't keep his beady eyes to himself.

Bakugou shoved at Kirishima, " Stop, the fucking creep of UA saw that." Bakugou whispered.

Kirishima rolled his eyes, " Who is the creep of UA?"

" The alien boy with green hair." Bakugou replies.

Kirishima shakes his head, " He doesn't know what I said. Relax."

The redhead snaked an arm around Bakugou's shoulders and fell into normal conversation with the rest of their table. Bakugou tried to seem normal too, angry and distant, but he was the definition of fucked out. He's calm and content right now. He actually just wants to beat up Deku and no one else. A new record for him.

Bakugou tried to focus on something that wasn't last night's activity. Like how his room key ended up in his closet. He needed to be more aware of what he was doing with his stuff, he's been out of wack ever since he got that damn toy.

" After you're 3 o'clock class do you wanna go back to your room?" Kiri suggested, he didn't seem like he was intending that sexually.

" Why?" Bakugou asked simply.

Kirishima grabbed both of their trash from lunch and threw it away. Leaving Bakugou to sit by himself for a while. The blond just played with his fingernails, minutes went by and he had to get to class soon.

He texted Kiri.

Katsuki - where are you?

Eijirou - after class jost go right bck 2 ur place ok

Katsuki - we're not going to fuck, you do realize?

Ejirou - shut up. I wana giv u a massage. 2 say im sorry

Bakugou blushed. Whatever.

----

Midoriya wished he could find a way into the room once again but he couldn't use the same method as before. The ol key trick would only work on a fool now. He had no other options than to stop his sneaking. Midoriya waited around the lounge until he saw Kacchan walking alone, he has some books with him so Midoriya guessed he just got out of class.

" H-hey Kacchan!" Midoriya spoke, he didn't feel nervous at all, in fact he felt devious, but he needed to play a specific role to get what he wanted.

Bakugou's expression changed from unbothered to livid almost immediately. Midoriya could only pray for such anger and spite to disappear.

" What, dicknose?" Kacchan spoke.

He placed his hands on his hips as if he were lecturing a child. Midoriya was only slightly offended.

" I just w-wanted to say thanks for letting me use some of your notes. These classes have been hard lately... Dealing with media is really difficult for m-me... D-do you know anyone who might be able to help me with Media?" Midoriya asked, he fidgeted with his bright yellow sweater.

Kacchan thought for a second, " Kirishima's been getting an A in Media, that fucking idiot can help."

Midoriya knew Kirishima was passing Media smoothly, Kiri was always the spokeperson for their battles. He knew how to 'wow' the reporters, and answer any worrisome questions. He also knew Kirishima would take it as a great compliment to tutor him. Access to Kirishima's room meant access to picking at Kiri's secrets.

The blond walked away.

Midoriya wanted Bakugou to know he was now being tutored by Kirishima so any news of it wasn't a surprise to him. So Bakugou didn't think of Midoriya as sneaky. Even though Kiri is his friend too, Bakugou was over protective of Kirishima.

It's always better to run things by him first.

----

Bakugou walked into his room and immediately heard Kirishima swing open his door.

" How are you so energetic?" Bakugou asked, annoyed.

Kirishima smiled and practically leaped into Bakugou's room. He wasn't wearing much, a tank top and his boxers. Bakugou was jealous and immediately stripped. The redhead closed the door quickly and revealed two bottles of oil.

" One for me and one for you." He explained.

Bakugou sat on his bed, he rubbed his neck and shoulder wear he usually held his heavy bag. Bakugou felt Kirishima sit behind him, he didn't bother to look at him.

" When did you become a masseuse?" Bakugou teased.

Kirishima squirted the warm oil onto his palm, he tossed the blue bottle and rubbed his hands together. His strong hands connected with Bakugou's strong back, he worked into the muscles firmly. The smaller teen sighed into it, enjoying being rubbed down.

" I can massage your back, but I actually wanted to just focus on your butt and legs." Kirishima admitted.

The blond turned to face him, " E, I already told you no."

" No, no, we don't have to have sex. I just want to get the area back the way it should be... What if we get attacked," Kirishima began rubbing Bakugou's shoulders, " and you can't do much because your thighs are sore."

Bakugou turned back away from him, " I never said my thighs were sore."

Kirishima smoothed his hands down Bakugou's waist, " I know they are."

" You think you're seducing me but you're not." Bakugou commented.

Kirishima laughed, " I'm seriously not planning on putting my thing inside of your thang."

Kirishima ran his hands across Bakugou's chest and down his stomach. He moved back to his spine and thumbed the area. He continued working out any knots while he listened to Bakugou's breathing slow down.

Kirishima got up, startling the blond, he quickly turned the room light off, leaving them with only natural light through closed curtains. Kirishima assumed position once again.

Kiri leaned into Bakugou's neck and gave it a small kiss, " Lay down for me."

Bakugou laid on his blankets face down, he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

He felt Kirishima take off the only article of clothing he had on, his underwear.

" Eijirou." He said strictly.

" How am I gonna get all the muscles if your boxers are on? They're very nice but sometimes you gotta take em off." Kirishima chuckled.

Bakugou allowed them to slide off of his ankles, finally Kirishima's large hands were on him. He worked over the soft skin, down his thighs, to his calves.

After only five minutes Bakugou was nearly asleep. Kirishima kissed down his spine, " You are so tense."

Bakugou was having a difficult time passing this as platonic anymore. They were going to be fuckbuddies if Kiri doesn't quit his antics. For someone who wasn't gay he sure did love touching other men. Bakugou felt Kirishima's lips go lower and lower until finally he was giving each individual buttcheek a smooch or two.

Bakugou's toes curled, " That was the shortest massage ever known to mankind."

Kirishima laughed, " I'm not done, I have to work out all the kinks."

Kirishima shoved a bundle of blanket underneath Bakugou, elevating his hips. His legs spread a bit, they fell over the mound of blankets, exposing the soft area between everything.

Kirishima squirted more oil onto his hands, he began massaging his best friend's inner thighs, he kissed closer and closer to Bakugou's hole. The blond gasped when he got too close.

" If I use my hands I might be too rough, just relax." Kirishima smiled.

Bakugou closed his eyes. He wasn't wrong, tongues are softer than fingers.

Kirishima spread the soft cheeks and licked at the abused rim. Bakugou moaned.

" This was your plan the whole time." Bakugou pointed out.

" Yeah, so what?" Kirishima teased, he sucked at the skin.

" S-so, you're runnin outta broads this fast? Gotta resort to molesting y-your friends." Bakugou breathed, Kirishima ate him like a pornstar.

Bakugou felt dizzy from the pleasure. Everything was so hot, he was so relaxed and soft, now he was getting his tight rim sucked on. If he felt fucked out earlier, tonight he'd go to sleep in a different mindset completely. He felt like a slut.

He liked the feeling.

" Say stop and I will." Kirishima said.

Kiri lets his hands roam down Bakugou's taint, to his full pair of balls, until he was gently caressing his dick.

" Don't be a smartass." Bakugou snapped.

" Don't talk back." Kirishima quickly added, he bit down on Bakugou's sensitive ass.

The blond yelped.

But he was too turned on to care.

Bakugou was reduced to a sweaty, oily, precum-y mess by the time Kirishima was done. Kirishima got an idea though.

" I was planning on having you do the same for me. But I have a better idea. Hows about you let me play with your toy for a bit?" Kirishima suggested.

Bakugou seemed confused, " You want to borrow it?"

Kirishima slapped his ass hard, Bakugou yelped again. Bakugou didn't know why his response deserved that reaction.

" I wanna fuck you with it." Kirishima said blatantly.

" I'm sore E, I don't want to do any butt stuff." Bakugou confessed, Kirishima slapped the same spot harder.

" E-" Bakugou began, only to be silenced by another wack. He shot up from his position and grabbed the redheads hands.

" Don't lay another hand on me tough guy." Bakugou warned him.

Kirishima just chuckled, his eyes were dark, Bakugou had never noticed this side of him. Kirishima and he began wrestling, it started with Bakugou pushing at him.

Kirishima slapped his friend's pale, soft ass every chance he got. Bakugou was reduced to begging.

" Please stop! Ow! Fuck off E!"

" Kiss me." Kirishima demanded.

Kiri grabbed Bakugou by his biceps and brought him to his chest, the blond remained motionless, staring into Kirishima's eyes with a little fear, and a little lust.

Kirishima dipped into the kiss, pressing their lips together gently.

" Good boy." Kirishima praised.

Bakugou looked down, he was still hard, if anything he was harder than before. Kirishima wrapped his arms around Bakugou's waist.

" I'm gonna go take a shower and check my phone. Maybe later this week we can try playing with your toy." Kirishima said.

He kissed his friend one more time before letting him go. He grabbed the oils and stood in front of the bed.

" Oh- I'm gonna be awake earlier than usual to run. You can come if you want." Kirishima smiled, any darkness that plagued him earlier was nowhere to be found. He looked like regular Kiri now.

Bakugou was so confused, but he bit his lip and just sat against his pillows, " Mmm." He didn't really have a response that could encapsulate what he was feeling.

Kirishima was gone in a flash.

Bakugou laid there for a while, trying to make sense of what happened. Kirishima was trying to control him or something. Bakugou hardly understood, when he thought about possibly being dominated that method didn't exactly pop up.

Bakugou tried to push it back, whatever happened can wait for a proper explanation tomorrow.

----

" Okay so basically Mr. Tanaka was expressing that- that we as heros should be assertive but kind." Kirishima explained.

Midoriya and he sat cross legged on his bed. Kirishima's room looked like a douche bag's paradise. Work out gear, sports articles, tons of knick knacks to annoy people with. His room was messy also, clothes were thrown almost everywhere.

Midoriya wore an All Might onesie, he really wanted to seem as nonthreatening as possible. Looks are deceiving. And he's got a kink for that apparently.

Kirishima wore jeans and no shirt, typical of a guy like himself.

Midoriya wrote down everything Kirishima said eagerly.

" Kiri-kun, you're an excellent tutor." Midoriya smiled.

Kirishima blushed, " Midoriya you're the best of the best! That means a lot bro."

Kirishima was a shit tutor, but he was very excited about it. Which made up for the incomplete explanations and the jumping from topic to topic.

" Kiri-kun, can I ask you about something? " Midoriya spoke.

Kirishima clicked his pen, " Sure bro."

Midoriya pretended as though he didn't know the right words even though he'd been practicing this all morning.

" You and K-kacchan are really good friends... Does he ever tell you why he's so mean sometimes?" Midoriya asked.

Kirishima frowned, " Midoriya he's a good guy I swear it. He's not right sometimes. He just needs some pushing in the right direction. I think he needs a creative outlet thingy."

Kirishima put his hand on Midoriya's shoulder, " Don't worry about him bro, he's a softy at heart. He's intimidated by your fate. He'll get over it soon enough."

Midoriya gave a timid smile, " Thanks."

Kirishima smiled back, " Anytime!"

Midoriya blushed, " H-he's been nicer lately. Why is that?"

Kirishima fished for an explanation that wasn't the truth. He also didn't want to lie to his friend.

" He's been trying new ways to get all his frustration out. Punching things. Blowing things up. Taking bubble baths. You know?"

Midoriya nodded, " Yeah, actually there's a rumor that Bakugou might have a girlfriend-"

Kirishima interrupted, " He doesn't but go ahead."

Midoriya pretended to be surprised, " O-oh? Someone's said they heard him... umm... With a girl in his room."

Kirishima blushed, " I- Ive been giving him massages lately. Maybe the girl they keep hearing is him." Kirishima let out a small fake-laugh.

" Massages don't normally go the way the rumor describes it... I think..." Midoriya blushes.

" Was it Shouji who started this mess?" Kirishima asks.

Midoriya starts writing in his notebook again, he feels Kirishima's eyes on him. He looks up and Kirishima looks away.

They go back to studying, Midoriya is satisfied with the way things are going so far.

Once again Kirishima interrupts their studying, " Who is above Bakugou's room? I forget... Todoroki? N-no.. I can't remember- Wait Iida is below us."

Midoriya blinked at him, " You can tell me anything you know?"

Kirishima sighed, " It's- I'm just not happy that such a rumor is bein spread about my best bro."

" W-well he's gotta have been messing around with someone named 'E'. People think it's Eris or the foreign student Emily. I believe you though. It's just a dumb rumor." Midoriya says finally.

Kirishima gives in, " Okay. Midoriya I'm only telling you this because I trust you."

Midoriya's ears perked up, there's nothing he wanted to hear about more than this.

" Katsuki and I have been- we've been having sex " Kirishima says, " With each other."

Midoriya breathes, " Wow."

" I'm 'E'." He clarifies, " I don't even know how it started."

Midoriya does. He remembers in great detail actually. Bakugou was wacking one out and Kirishima barged in and-

" You can't tell anyone." Kirishima finishes.

Midoriya swallows hard, " Okay. I promise not to tell anyone."

Kirishima hugs him, his strong scent surrounds Midoriya.

" I guess you two have to be quieter." Midoriya pressed.

He was practically chanting in his mind for Kirishima to tell him everything. He had a sick yearn to know about the embarrassing, humility of Bakugou Katsuki. Seeing it once or twice isn't nearly enough for Midoriya.

Kirishima laughed, he knocked his knuckles against the wall separating the two rooms, " These walls are thin as fuck dude."

Midoriya nodded, " Yeah."

Kirishima continued, " Sometimes he just screams, I don't even understand it. Obviously if I didn't like it I wouldn't do it... But, we've only even done stuff twice. And it's over already."

Midoriya frowned, " N-no... You two shouldn't have to stop- I mean like- umm- not in a weird way!"

Midoriya really fucking hoped he'd be able to peep on them again. Kirishima didnt seem to care about whatever Midoriya was trying to enunciate.

" Gosh bro, am I gay? I never really thought about that until lately. I don't want to freak him out and make him think he turned me gay." Kirishima rambles.

" That's not how that works-" Midoriya adds.

Kirishima talks over him, " I mean so what if we do stuff? That's nobodies business! I can have sex with whoever I want! As long as it's consensual, obviously."

Midoriya nodded, " E-exactly!"

" I love him and I want him to feel good and happy and shit like that." Kirishima finishes.

" T-thats why you should take this somewhere else. The gym, or the basement! B-before classes start, no one is in there at all!" Midoriya suggests a bit too excited.

" Good idea bro!" Kirishima praises.

Midoriya blushes, he actually got Kirishima to agree to lure Bakugou into a public place. They were going to have public, exhibitionist sex.

Chapter Text

" Bakugou we have to talk." Kirishima desperately tried, but the blond wouldn't stop walking for a moment.

They were on their way to 'Projectiles 212' a class they shared. Bakugou's hands were in his jean pockets as he ignored the majority of what Kirishima was saying to him. He hadn't really been thinking of the previous interactions between them, he didn't overthink things the way Kirishima claims he does. Kirishima shoved into Bakugou's side and arm, the blond gasped.

" The fuck?" Bakugou snaps.

Kirishima watched as Bakugou rubbed his arm, he made a face of disgust at the red head.

Kirishima gave an exaggerated huff, " Bro, we have to talk after class."

Bakugou rolled his eyes, " We always talk after class you fucking rodent."

Kirishima grabbed the other boy's wrist, " I'm serious."

Bakugou glared at him before snatching his wrist away from the attacker. The blond could be difficult to communicate with about topics like this.

Kirishima decided that absolutely no one cared about their conversation except them, and continued.

" Someone found out about like... Some stuff." Kirishima says quickly.

Bakugou shoves his arm, " Riveting."

" You know- That stuff from before. Things that happened between maybe you and-" Kirishima continued.

" Things and stuff? Makes sense." Bakugou replied sarcastically.

" Bakugou-" Kirishima starts only to be cut short by Bakugou walking ahead of him once again.

When the pair arrived at their class together the time went slow. Significantly slower than it needed to go, considering kirishima had something of extreme importance to explain. Bakugou was acting as he normally would, he didn't seem to care too much about anything his classmates said at all and only focused on their teacher. Meanwhile Kirishima could jump out of his skin worrying about what Midoriya said. Midoriya was an amazing friend and he's glad that he told him, and gave them valuable advice to cater to their sex life and keep the rest of the school out of it.

On the contrary, whoever started the rumor might be a big gossip. He didn't want to separate himself from Bakugou, but he also didn't want to be too close. He wondered if Bakugou would even agree to hooking up in the gym.

Looking at Bakugou made him wonder what Bakugou was thinking at all, and if he was thinking about him. Now it seemed like Kirishima focused on Bakugou in his thoughts and almost nothing else.

It'd been a few days since their last sexual encounter and Kirishima still hasn't figured out whether the feelings he has for Bakugou are genuine lust or self serviant. He likes being lusted after, regardless of the gender that wants him. But he doesn't know if it's anything deeper than that. Maybe he's not only into girls. He's also not into guys...

He's into Bakugou though.

----

After class Bakugou wanted to sit in his room and watch Youtube videos. He didn't want to hear a single thing about any bad news. He didn't care if a spaghetti monster terrorized his parents, he just wanted to take his pants off and watch Youtube.

But of course here's Kirishima. Bugging and nagging about something and someone, stuff and things. Bakugou stood in front of his room door, no one except he and Kirishima were there together. He had his hand on the knob as if calculating if Kirishima's words were of equal value to his planned out night of nothingness. Kirishima looked between Bakugou's focused gaze and the doorknob.

" If /we're/ going in your room that's fine. But you're not escaping me." Kiri stated.

Bakugou barely moved, he didn't seem interested in the conversation.

For some reason that made Kirishima a little sad.

Mostly he just wanted Bakugou to know he was too loud for his own good.

Bakugou finally twisted the knob and Kirishima shoved him aside and let himself in first. He recieved many disgruntled noises from Bakugou.

" Kirishima! I don't wanna fucking talk right now!" Bakugou hollered, he left the door open for Kirishima to leave.

He didn't leave.

After a few moments of Kiri not backing down and Bakugou trying to seem threatening but failing; Bakugou decided he'd let Kirishima say whatever peace he needed.

" What?" Bakugou simply asked.

Kirishima looked good today, and maybe that was odd to notice at a time like this. But the angrier he got the hotter Bakugou found him. His serious gaze, plump lips, ruby eyes, stupid shoes. Well he was also hot when he smiled. And when he laughed. And when he stretches. Oh and-

" Close the door, please." Kirishima said simply.

Bakugou turned and closed the door, maybe Kirishima wanted to roleplay. He turned and smirked deviously at Kirishima.

Kirishima didn't seem impressed.

Oh... Awkward.

" Midoriya asked me if you had a girlfriend." Kirishima said simply.

" W-why?" Bakugou stuttered, confused.

" Because he heard a rumor about hearing you having sex." Kirishima replied.

Bakugou froze but he didn't see any immediate threat with that. Plenty of students have sex in their rooms, it's not abnormal at all.

" So? Why're you so concerned about that?" Bakugou questions.

" And... Whoever started the rumor specifically mentioned your nickname for me." Kirishima continued.

" Oh... Eiji?" Bakugou asked, this actually was an immediate threat. Sooner than later someone is going to connect those dots.

" N-no... Just E... You're lucky they didn't hear anything else. I was thinking it could've been someone on our floor or maybe below."

" Yeah." Bakugou said slowly.

Kirishima breathed, " Midoriya told me about it."

Bakugou nodded, " So he thinks I have a girlfriend named E or something?"

Kirishima nodded, lying.

Bakugou shrugged, " Okay then I have to find a girl named E or just starting with E and make her my girlfriend. Problem solved."

Bakugou crossed his arms and tried to seem calm about the situation. But, seriously how could anyone overhear something like that? He doesn't remember ever being too loud.

Kirishima gave a small smile, " I guess you really have to stop screaming my name."

Bakugou blushed lightly, " It's probably not even like that. I bet it was someone passing by my room and overhearing something. We could say we were wrestling if anyone asks."

Kirishima shakes his head, he adored Bakugou but that was idiotic, " Why would wrestling make someone moan?"

Bakugou sighed, " I don't fucking know! Why are you still in my room?"

Kirishima shrugged, he sat on the bed and let his hair out of the small bun it was in. It felt nice to let his hair down after having it up all day.

" I think you should get a girlfriend or something. But we don't have to do that right now. We don't even know if the gossiper told anyone else except Midoriya." The redhead explained.

Bakugou felt a pang of anger go through him, " So if Deku didn't tell you who, that means he's a two faced fucking friend."

" I'd hardly call you two friends." Kirishima laughed.

Bakugou swung his hands into the air, " No but you two are!! And he fucking lied to your face!"

Kirishima nervously laughed. Kiri was lying to Bakugou now. Midoriya definitely knew they were fucking.

" Well that's a t-theory, so don't go too crazy over it." Kirishima spoke. " He could've overheard it somewhere."

Bakugou paced a bit, biting at his fingernails. He closed his room blinds and drew the curtain, he looked at Kirishima. The blond stood in the middle of the small room. Kirishima just stared at him, he bit his lip and watched as Bakugou's face of concentration distorted into anxiety.

Kirishima stood up and grabbed his friend's arm lightly, his fingers slowly left his parted lips. " Hey."

Bakugou didn't look at Kirishima, and Kiri knew he'd irritate him if he undermined him in any way or brought up his anxieties. Even in privacy Bakugou needed everything to himself. Not even the birds could know about his stress. Kirishima led him to the bed. Bakugou sat after a moment but his distant stare dominated any words he might have wanted to express.

" Stop thinking so hard." Kirishima said quietly.

Bakugou's hair glowed in a stray beam of light. However everything else was dark. Kirishima wanted to say more, comfort him more, hug him, something. But he knew he just couldn't.

Bakugou finally spoke, " This is actually a problem."

Kirishima agreed, " Yeah it is."

" No. E if people find out about us I'm screwed." Bakugou breathed.

" They won't-"

" But I kind of want them to-" Bakugou trailed off. He looked around, trying to find the correct words for what he felt.

Kirishima waited patiently for Bakugou to finish his sentence. The blond motioned between them.

" If they found out about us. They'd know I was... gay." Bakugou said.

" Okay." Kirishima said, he didn't exactly understand.

" I'm not ready to come out." Bakugou stated.

So Kirishima decided maybe Bakugou's problem is that he wanted to come out but he wasn't ready. Thus, the entire school finding out about the encounters they would automatically know. No one would really ask him about it, people are afraid of Bakugou. So wouldnt it make sense if they just avoided asking him about the drama. People would talk about him behind his back regardless of the situation.

But Kirishima knew that he was not gay exactly or at least not by definition. He only looked at one guy sexually. He knew if Bakugou and he stopped fucking, he couldn't replace that with any other man.

Realistically he just didn't know about his sexuality because he never had to think about it. It could be fluid and it could change but he just doesn't know.

" I'll support you no matter what." Kirishima said, he hugged Bakugou.

Bakugou didn't exactly hug back but he allowed it to happen at all. Which is enough for Kiri.

----

Bakugou finally got to relax and watch his Youtube. Kirishima joined and proceeded to give him the most torturingly slow head ever known to history. The point was that Bakugou wouldn't get overwhelmed and moan, but he began to beg. So trial and error.

It was close to bedtime now and they both laid together in Bakugou's bed. Too small for both of them to have any personal space but they've long crossed that line. Before they even became sexually involved they crossed that line. Kirishima had his entire body mingled into Bakugou's, his face was directly in Bakugou's neck, spooning him, engulfing him in everything that was Kirishima. Rough skin, scars, soft skin, smooth hair. Bakugou felt like he could fall asleep any moment.

" I'm gay and you're bi." Bakugou stated randomly.

" I don't know right now." Kirishima replied.

" Okay."

Bakugou closed his eyes, he could feel his best friend's hand wrapping around his waist, and a kiss being placed on the back of his neck.

" Thank you." Kiri spoke.

" Don't be so sappy. Anyone that tries to force you to know everything about yourself upon their request is an asshole." Bakugou said.

" Yeah." Kiri breathed. " I like fucking you."

Bakugou blushed and the area between his legs did too.

" I don't know why. I mean I know you're sexy, and you're my best friend. You're really soft, inside and outside. Even your lips are soft." Kiri continued.

Bakugou stayed silent, his blush growing darker.

" Your eyes are so pretty when they're blown out. You're always so needy and aggresive, I love it so much. I keep having wet dreams about you, bending you over my desk and fucking you so good you make a mess everywhere... And when you're underneath me I want to keep you there forever. You feel so good K-Katsuki, you feel like little hot clouds around my-"

" Okay. I get it." Bakugou breathed, he bit his lip. Kirishima didn't have to be so dirty.

Kirishima chuckled quietly, he placed another kiss on Bakugou and squeezed the soft fat around the blond's love handles. " Sorry. I'm just trying to say that I have a lot of lust for you... But I don't know if it's just cause you're exceptionally hot, or because I like guys."

Bakugou's mind went fuzzy, 'little hot clouds'.

" Bro?" Kirishima asked.

Bakugou hummed.

" Oh I thought you fell asleep." Kirishima laughed.

" Nope."

" I have an idea of how we can keep this going. I don't want to have to keep you quiet. I want to hear my name the way only you can scream it... It's gonna seem pretty gross at first but just bare with me." Kirishima explained.

" What?" Bakugou inquired.

" The gym." Kirishima finished.

Bakugou thought anything sounded great as long as Kirishima was inside of him. Especially after being praised so much just a second ago.

" Yeah. Sounds hot." Bakugou replied.

Kirishima was surprised. " Really?"

" Let's go right now." Bakugou breathed.

" N-no not right now. Too many people in there." Kirishima laughed.

" Whatever. If they don't wanna see they can leave." Bakugou spoke.

" You're a little slutty tonight. First you're begging for me to let you cum, now you want to go again?" Kiri said.

Bakugou blushed again, 'slutty'.

" Stop teasing me then." Bakugou countered.

" M'not teasin you." Kirishima defended, " You just get overwhelmed easily."

" Fuck you." Bakugou snapped, he wanted what he wanted. And he wanted it now.

" Yeah, fuck me, that's something that won't be happening tonight." Kiri teased again.

Bakugou whined, grinding his ass into Kirishima, Kirishima chuckled, " I already said no. Behave. You already got yours... And you don't want to get me riled up."

Bakugou absolutely wanted to get him riled up. He wanted nothing more than that. He turned to face Kirishima and wrapped a hand around Kiri's throat. The blond leaned closer to Kirishima, kissing him lightly. Tickling the other boy's lips.

Kirishima smiled, " You're not going to get fucked tonight."

Bakugou didn't say anything, he continued kissing Kirishima all over his mouth and cheeks. He released his friend's throat and reached down and cupped his best friend's semi, Kirishima layed on his back. Bakugou swung a leg over him, keeping his hand around his junk, slowly rubbing circles. Kirishima loved and hated when Bakugou was disobedient. The primal energy of Bakugou needing to assert dominance and get what he wants. But when Kirishima tops that, and forces Bakugou to submit, it creates a fire inside of Kiri.

" You're gonna piss me off Kat." Kirishima growled.

Bakugou froze, he looked down for a moment. " Please?"

Kirishima's dick twitched in Bakugou's palm. The blond slid his hand underneath the band of Kiri's underwear and gripped the thick shaft.

Kirishima sighed into it, " Take em off."

Bakugou quickly tore the linens off of Kirishima, tossing them away like they were toxic. " D'you want me to ride you baby?"

Kirishima's entire face went red, his ears burned. He had never heard Bakugou call him or anyone else 'baby'. Kirishima spread his legs wider.

" Disobedient boys don't get fucked... But I'll tell you what, you can have your throat fucked." Kiri offered.

Bakugou whined again, Kirishima hushed him. The redhead grabbed the blond's jaw with vice and kissed him deeply. He licked into Bakugou's warm, wet mouth. Bakugou's hands went back to Kiri's member, pulsing and begging to explode.

Kirishima moved from underneath of Bakugou. He straddled Bakugou's chest, feeling Bakugou's hands grab at his ass. Kirishima smiled to himself, he was so lucky to be the only one to witness such a personality change.

Kirishima let his heavy cock fall over Bakugou's lips, the blond instantly licked anywhere he could from his position. Kirishima wanted to pound Bakugou's throat, force him to gag over and over.

Finally Kirishima slid the tip into Bakugou's waiting mouth, his saliva soaked onto Kirishima. Kiri stroked Bakugou's hair back and out of his face. Bakugou stared up at him, and when Kirishima pushed deeper, his eyes watered. Kirishima wanted to record the occurrence, a teary eyed Bakugou with a throat full of a dick.

" Good job." Kiri spoke.

----

When Kirishima woke up Bakugou was not in bed with him. Instead he was showering. It was pretty early in the morning, so they could actually try and utilize the gym like they'd been planning last night. Kirishima recalled the night before. Everything about their new relationship created sparks in him. He felt butterflies inside of him, Bakugou was so good to him.

Kirishima fucked Bakugou's mouth until he was laying in a pool of his own spit, face covered in tears, and gasping for breath. Kirishima's cum poured into Bakugou's throat, leaving no room for airflow. Kirishima fell asleep soon after but noticed Bakugou's voice raspy and faded, wishing him a good sleep.

Kirishima couldn't help the idiotic smile that came across his face.

Soon enough Bakugou came into the room again, he threw his towel off, not caring to hide anything. Kirishima watched as he chose what to wear.

" Good morning." Kirishima spoke, his thick morning voice thundering out of him.

" Mornin." Bakugou croaked.

Kirishima smirked, " Gettin sick?"

Bakugou glared at him, " Fuck off, get out."

Kirishima laughed, " I can barely hear you."

Bakugou rolled his eyes, " Go take a shower so we can... Go work out or something."

Kirishima yawned, " I dunno I'm pretty tired."

Bakugou seemed genuinely upset by that, " What?"

Kirishima giggled, " I'm joking, baby."

" Dont fucking call me that. That's weird as hell." Bakugou snapped.

Kirishima didn't point out the hypocrisy, instead he got up and went to take his own morning shower. As kirishima took his shower he couldn't help but to think about what was to come. Would Bakugou change his mind? Would he really allow him to fuck him in such a public area? He thought about asking Bakugou what was off limits because this leaves room for all kinds of possibilities. They had an entire wooded area near their school, they have campgrounds, a lake, they could have sex anywhere. it made him excited to think about the future of their relationship and how risky it could get. Plus no one would know, however every time they pass by those areas they could share a secret look.

By the time he got back to Bakugou's room the other boy was sitting on his bed studying over some notes that he might have taken the day before or the day before that. When Bakugou realized Kirishima was the one that was knocking on his door he jumped from his seat.

Bakugou was as excited as he was nervous, not that he would tell Kirishima that.

After some light banter the pair made their way down to the basement where the gym they liked the most was. It was very early in the morning so absolutely no one was awake except for some of the security, the cleaning crew and a couple of professors.

Finally the pair made it down to the gigantic double doors that let into the large room. Of course they were planning on either using the equipment area or the locker rooms. They could even do this in the showers.

Bakugou ran a nervous hand down Kirishima's arm, Kiri smiled at him. " It's going to be alright... Let's go to the locker rooms."

Bakugou nodded, once they entered they checked to see if the locker room doors were locked from the outside, and they were so the only way to get into the locker rooms was through the gym. The only way to get into the gym as a student was through the giant double doors.

It was highly improbable that any student will be coming to the basement gym at this time in the morning. As rarely before has a student interrupted them when they were working out or sparring in the gym.

Kirishima took his shirt off immediately, " We'll be able to hear if someone comes in Kat."

Bakugou still seemed nervous, " Yeah if we're quiet."

" Don't be so dramatic, those doors are super freaking heavy." Kirishima spoke. " Plus you've got no voice today."

Bakugou sighed. Kirishima threw their bags onto the floor and grabbed Bakugou's waist. " How do you want to do this?"

Bakugou looked around, just benches and other dirty things. He did not want his bare ass on any of that. Kirishima continued getting closer and closer like a predator with his prey. He swallowed up every inch of his skin wanting to see more.

Bakugou pressed a hand against Kirishima's firm chest, " It's dirty in here."

Kirishima nodded, " Yeah, s'gonna get dirtier."

" Brainless." Bakugou commented, " I mean literally dirty."

There was sweat stains for god sakes. Where people's asses sat for too long. He never noticed these little things before now, but as he looks closer he sees dirt in corners, spiderwebs, stray shoes and a single sock on the floor.

Kirishima huffed, he didn't care about dirt. He didn't think Bakugou ever did either.

He motioned to the perfectly placed bench at the back of the room. Kirishima could see the door, Bakugou could be in his lap, and alls well that ends well.

" It's hardly used. You can just ride me." Kirishima proposed.

Bakugou made a face, " That's so much work."

Kirishima kissed along his best friend's jawline, " I'll help you. It's kind of hot to me, no one will even realize what happened in here."

Bakugou bit his bottom lip, " Mmm."

" Stop complaining, I can't really think of another place that's not our dorms. The walls aren't thin here." Kirishima tried.

" What about that lounge that's outside that no one ever uses." Bakugou proposes.

" You really wanna be getting fucked outside at 5 in the morning? There's a line of windows right in front of the lounge." Kirishima says.

" Fine. Fuck." Bakugou gives in.

Bakugou finally takes his shirt off, placing it on one of the benches. Kirishima smirks at that, loving the fact that his best friend finally agreed to this wholeheartedly. Kirishima immediately places his hands along the blond's chest feeling strong muscles flex underneath his palms. They don't do much foreplay this time around because of the risk. It's their first time doing something like this also.

Kirishima grips bakugou's pants, he slides them down while planting ginger kisses along his milky thighs. Finally his sweatpants are low enough to take off completely, Kirishima is now on his knees. He mouths at the clothed crotch, getting the underwear completely soaked with his saliva. Finally he hooks his fingers into the band and slides them down as well. He watches Bakugou step out of them, he immediately goes to wrap his lips around the pale, semi hard dick.

Bakugou moans quietly, paranoid, he continues to look at the door. Even though there's two doors leading in to the locker room. He still feels anxious. Kirishima stares up at his friend, noticing his anxiety.

The redhead sucks harder, soaking the entire shaft in his saliva. He fists at the member until it's standing tall. " Watch me." Kirishima demands as he licks up the underside of the blond's dick.

Bakugou moans again, he watches everything. His hands go to Kirishima's hair, pulling at the soft follicles.

" How are you so good at giving head?" Bakugou asks.

" You're better." Kirishima smile, he kisses Bakugou's thigh.

Kirishima tugs on the heavy thigh until Bakugou finally raises his leg over Kirishima's shoulder. It gives him slightly more access to all of him. Kirishima spits on two fingers and prods at the smooth rim with one.

" I'm already prepped." Bakugou breathes.

Kirishima freezes, he slowly grins, " Incredible."

Bakugou looks away.

" Did I tell you to stop looking at me?" Kirishima asks.

" Stop being so fucking bossy." Bakugou talks back.

Kirishima shoves the two fingers in at once, feeling that Bakugou was a bit worked open already. The blond still hissed, he tried to move away from the intruding parts.

" Kirishima, what the fu-" Bakugou swears.

" Don't tell me what to do. If I wanted suggestions on how to get you off you'd fucking know about it." Kirishima snapped.

Bakugou's heart raced, and his own genitals ratted on him as his pathetic cock twitched and his hip fucked onto the hand. Kirishima chuckled.

" You got up extra early too, couldn't wait to finger yourself in the shower huh? Thinkin of me?" Kirishima teased.

Bakugou moaned as the fingers rubbed at his prostate, " Fuck."

Kirishima fucked into his warm hole harder, " Tell me."

Bakugou threw his head back as his grip tightened in Kiri's hair.

Kirishima pulled his fingers out, " Look at me."

Bakugou didn't understand what was happening, he just wanted something inside of him. He needed to feel Kirishima inside of him. Bakugou tried to grab Kirishima's hand blindly.

" Fucking look at me." Kirishima swore loudly.

Bakugou flinched, he finally met the other boy's eyes. " S-sorry."

Kirishima just smiled again, kissing his inner thigh one more time. " That's okay... I just want to see those eyes."

Bakugou blushed. Did he have to be so cheesy?

" If you disobey me again, I'm gonna have to hit you." Kirishima said.

Bakugou frowned, " What?"

Kirishima nodded, " Spank you."

Bakugou wanted to laugh at that. No one was going to be spanking anyone. That's entirely too ridiculous.

" You've got a pretty ass, It doesn't need a handprint but if you misbehave it'll get one." Kirishima explained.

Bakugou just rolled his eyes, Kirishima raised a brow.

" Whatever." Bakugou finally spoke.

" Good." Kirishima confirmed.

The redhead slid his fingers back into the slick heat. Bakugou sighed. Kirishima worked his fingers against his friend's prostate, feeling the hole twitch around him. He adored Bakugou's eyes, they were the prettiest eyes in UA. Probably the prettiest in Japan. Rubies.

Bakugou's lids were heavy and he couldn't help but to roll them back when the pleasure rocked him particularly well.

" What were you thinking about?" Kirishima asks.

" You." Bakugou speaks.

Kirishima nibbles on the pale flesh next to his crotch, " What was I doing?"

" You were fucking me against your desk like you said last night. I couldn't stop thinking about it." Bakugou confesses.

Kirishima hums.

He twists his fingers and pulls them out. Bakugou rolled his hips gently. The blond had incredible hip control, he was enticing without words.

" I'll be the lookout, since you're so worried that someone will wander down here." Kirishima said, he stood up and kissed Bakugou's nose.

Bakugou groaned, " Ew."

Kirishima sat on the bench that faced the door, they were at the far back of the room so they weren't going to be entirely exposed to whoever peeps. Not that anyone will. The door has a glass window. Through that window you can almost see the first door, the one leading to the gym, which is completely solid.

He grabbed a small packet of lube from his sweatpants pocket before tossing them off. He didn't bother taking his underwear off, he figured he'd just pull his cock through the slit.

" No fair. You've got underwear on." Bakugou says.

" Shut up and come here." Kirishima says.

Bakugou stands in front of Kiri, arms crossed, seemingly impatient.

" Be a good boy and get me ready for you." Kirishima says, he leans back, handing the lube to Bakugou.

" Whatever." Bakugou says.

" Don't 'whatever' me. 'Okay', 'Sure', 'Yes'-" Kirishima starts, his eye are dark, cloudy with dominance.

Bakugou interrupts him, " You sure do have a lot of fucking nerve lately."

Kirishima glares at him, saying nothing.

Bakugou fiddles with the packet when its suddenly snatched from between his fingers. Kirishima stands up and places a strong arm around Bakugou while the other grabs the soft flesh of his ass.

Bakugou squirms in the tight grip, he tries to push Kirishima off of him.

Suddenly he feels a heavy hand crash onto his sensitive butt. Bakugou yelps.

" Shit, ouch!" Bakugou protests.

Kirishima continues, harder and faster. Until Bakugou is practically desperate to get away from the pain. Kirishima finally lets him go after slapping him ten times.

Kirishima gets a good look at Bakugou's face, pink, clearly upset.

" Don't ever do that again." Kirishima warns.

Bakugou rubs the burning flesh. Kirishima's palm felt like a whip. Bakugou was sure that's how they killed Jesus. Bakugou stayed quiet. If Kirishima wanted him to be silent than sure. Obviously he was serious. Bakugou was a little turned on. But mostly angry.

Kirishima sat back on the bench, he had an innocent smile despite how devious his eyes were. Bakugou waited until he was given the lube again, he opened it easily and poured the entirety onto his palm.

He rubbed his hands together a bit before wrapping them both around Kirishima's stiff cock. Kirishima watched the fingers squeeze around him, the lube making lewd noises as it slipped around.

" C'mon, get on." Kirishima says.

Bakugou wanted to hold it a bit more but he didn't want to disobey Kiri again. Bakugou turned around, as if to face away from Kirishima as he rode him.

" No. Absolutely not. Face me." Kirishima demanded.

Bakugou rolled his eyes but turned back towards Kirishima.

" Don't worry about the door. Stop thinking about it. I'm watching. We're fine." Kirishima reminded him.

Bakugou didn't argue. He straddled Kirishima's body, placing his hands on his chest. He really loved men's chests. He could fondle Kirishima's all day. He reached behind him and guided the slick head into his hole.

The tip peaked through, burning slightly. Bakugou sunk deeper, tiny bursts of pleasure erupting. Finally he was sat completely on his best friend's big cock. Bakugou hated that his knees and part of his shins were touching the disgusting bench, but he didn't complain.

Bakugou rose, feeling the drag of the thick member against his walls. He sighed as he lowered himself again. Kirishima was hardly paying attention to anything that wasn't Bakugou's fit body.

The redhead cupped the two warm asscheeks before moving his hands down to Bakugou's thighs. He helped Bakugou ride him, in fact, he was doing most of the work anyways. The blond rolled his hips the way he wanted, went as deep as he wanted, and kissed wherever he wanted. Kirishima couldn't stop his excitement, everything about the situation was stunning. Bakugou began to moan properly now. His scratchy voice releasing gutteral noises as he impaled himself on Kirishima's lap.

" You feel amazing, Kat." Kirishima praised.

Bakugou wrapped his arms around Kiri's neck and rode him harder. His dick began to hit his spot now, making him spasm in surprise. Kirishima smirked, he watched as Bakugou's face contorted every which way as he tried to handle all of the pleasure.

" Don't hold back, say whatever you want, do whatever you want, love." Kiri cooed.

The redhead began to breathe heavily, the tight feeling milking him.

Bakugou clawed at his shoulders, " Oh fuck E, oh my fucking-/yes/." Bakugou whined, he rested his forehead on Kirishima's shoulder, looking down at where their bodies connected. His own groin was begging for attention, leaking precum as his prostate was rubbed and prodded from every angle.

Bakugou moaned louder. His movements choppy and incalculable.

" Cum for me, c'mon, cum on me." Kirishima urged him.

Bakugou started yelling louder, rambling about everything. He kept begging Kirishima to fuck him. His hips betraying his needs as he could barely control his body anymore. He was so close, so desperate to cum. Kirishima gripped his hips and bounced Bakugou onto him.

Bakugou started to shake, " I'm fucking c-coming- fuck!! You're dick is so good baby!"

Kirishima moaned along with him as Bakugou's muscles tightened around his shaft. Bakugou came hard, painting Kirishima's stomach. He went limp in his arms afterwards. Kirishima rubbed his back.

" Don't stop, it's not fair to me." Kirishima said slowly.

Bakugou began grinding down onto him again, he kissed along Kirishima's throat.

" Close?" Bakugou asked.

Kirishima chuckled, " Something like that."

Bakugou rolled his hips in an extremely visually attractive way, making a show of himself. Kirishima admired his ability to become a slut at the snap of a finger.

Bakugou shivered as his gspot was rubbed over and over. Kirishima really wanted to make Bakugou come as much as possible. He needed to hold himself back for as long as he could.

Bakugou began whispering filthy words into Kirishima's ear, sucking at the skin too. Kiri moaned, he never wanted this to end.

" C'mon, cum in me. I want to feel your cum dripping out of me." Bakugou breathed into the redhead's ear.

Bakugou began riding him harder, he moaned louder. " What would they think, uhnn, if they s-saw this? Red fucking Riot with his big fucking cock all the way inside of his best friend."

Kirishima couldn't keep his eyes open, he breathed harshly as he tried not to cream inside of Bakugou yet.

" Oh God Katsuki, don't stop." Kirishima breathed.

Bakugou began saying Kirishima's name repeatedly. " Eijirou. Eijirou. Eijirou." The word spilled from his lips like a fountain. Bakugou's fucked out voice pulled Kirishima closer to the edge. He opened his eyes and bit at Bakugou's neck.

" You're gonna make me cum again, Eijirou! Fuck! Fuck! You feel so good inside of me!" Bakugou screamed, his hips stuttered again.

Kirishima thought he saw something or someone move. He did a double take at the glass of the door, he saw nothing. He didn't want to stop anyways. If someone saw they'd just have to bite the bullet.

Bakugou's sinful calls of his name, paired with the roaming, calloused hands, topped with such a tight, soft hole. Kirishima was in heaven. His toes curled as his mouth hung open, ready to finally climax.

" I'm so so close, baby. Baby! Eijirou!! Babe, I'm c-coming- I- unnnh!" Bakugou managed before he spilled another load onto Kirishima's abdomen.

Kirishima felt his own hips stutter as he squirted his jizz deep into Bakugou's body. Bakugou grabbed at Kirishima's hand, wanting to hold it for a bit.

Kirishima did see someone. And that someone saw him see them. And that someone did not leave. And Kirishima couldn't help it if his sex fueled brain thought it was kind of hot.

Bakugou, oblivious to whatever was happening behind him, tried to collect himself. Bring himself down to Earth again. He slide off of Kirishima's member but remained on his lap.

He kissed his way to Kiri's lips, " What are you looking at?"

Kirishima smirked, " Nothing."

Bakugou hummed and licked his way into Kirishima's mouth. He ran his fingers through his mess of cum along his best friend's stomach. Bakugou's eyes fluttered shut as he basked in the afterglow.

Kirishima watched as /he/ watched them. He tucked two fingers into Bakugou's hole and scissored the cum out, it slid down his hand, down Bakugou's thighs, and dripped from the rim. Bakugou whined quietly.

" We can definitely do this often." Bakugou said, he giggled.

Kirishima gave a mischievous smile, " Yeah and no one knows."

Kirishima watched as finally /he/ ever so silently left into the gym. Face beet red, probably more embarrassed than necessary. Kirishima allowed it to happen didn't he? He allowed Bakugou to be exposed like the slut he is to the last person he'd ever want to see him like that. Kirishima almost felt bad for Bakugou, for neglecting to protect him from that. But that was extraordinarily sexy.

He'll have a talk with Midoriya after they've showered again. Obviously something needed to be addressed.

Kirishima stood up, making sure Bakugou didn't stumble from the motion as well. He stretched his legs.

" You've got some awesome dirty talk." Kirishima praised.

Bakugou leaned into Kirishima, wanting to cuddle closer to him forever, " You're kind of hot yourself. 'I'm gonna spank you'." He mocked. " I thought disobedient boys don't get fucked." Bakugou teased.

Kirishima kissed his nose, " That was an exception."

Bakugou smiled and began getting his clothes back on. He didn't mind that Kiri's cumshot was dried up on his inner thighs. Bakugou tried to make his hair seem even slightly normal but he failed. Probably no one would notice anything off about the two.

Bakugou definitely was going to need to take a break from sitting for a while. The red handprints down his ass were no joke.

----

Midoriya hid away in his room, terrified of what might happen if he saw Kirishima after what occured earlier in the day. He didn't understand why he smiled at him or why he didn't stop. Maybe Kirishima might've enjoyed being watched. A more likely reason is that Kirishima just didn't feel like stopping for his own selfish reasons. He probably doesn't actually approve of Midoriya's actions.

Midoriya hoped in this head that Kirishima would never tell Bakugou about what happened earlier that day. He hoped that Kiri would keep it between the two of them. However, he just did not know what would really happen. What he saw was incredible and he is very fortunate to have caught it when he did. Midoriya was satisfied with his findings and he realized only now that he had to stop what he was doing.

Bakugou looked incredible as the pleasure of being fucked took over him. Bakugou could hardly keep himself from screaming. Kirishima's eyes pierced through Midoriya's gaze, as if he wanted him to see.

Midoriya could never forget the way Kirishima stared at him as he fingered his ejaculation out of Bakugou's twitching body. It was too much for Midoriya, he had to leave. His head spun as he practically ran to his room.

He figures that Kiri and he are most likely in the same boat. If Bakugou ever found out about Midoriya seeing everything that happened he would put the blame on the both of them, which would probably ruin Kirishima's relationship with him and murder Midoriya.

It was much later in the day when Midoriya finally heard a knock at his door.

Midoriya couldn't answer. He just couldn't. He didn't know what to say or how to explain himself. He remained swoddled in blankets, staring at nothing until he eventually had to pee.

He repeated that cycle until the next morning. And fuck he had classes to go to, he couldn't stay hidden in his room from Kirishima all day. He supposes maybe he won't see Kirishima at all but he's sure that he must be looking for him by now noticing that he was avoiding him.

Midoriya couldn't help but to shake as he made his way to class, his friend's asked what was wrong and if they could help in any way. They had no clue about anything that transpired. He told them he was just having anxiety. He couldn't bare for them to comfort him while he knew how wrong he truly was.

Midoriya went three whole hours without seeing Kirishima at all. Finally at lunch it happened as he tried to scurry away from the room before he could meet his fate. Kirishima quickly grabbed him by surprise, Midoriya stared at him with nervousness, he couldn't speak at all, his mouth just mimed the words that he couldn't say.

Midoriya entire body shook as he tried desperately not to die right there.

Kirishima's face went from serious to playful, " You look terrible!"

Midoriya's chest thumped so hard he thought his heart would jump out, get a passport, and move to Prague.

Kirishima seemed fine, his skin actually seemed to glow as he gave a warm smile, " Relax bro, I just wanted to know why you were avoiding me?"

Midoriya's sweaty hands fidgeted.

Kirishima laughed, " I'm kidding! Anyways... I'll let that slide. But next time you wont get free admission, okay?"

Midoriya's eyes widened and he nodded.

Kirishima finally stopped teasing him, " He doesn't know. And won't know."

Midoriya nodded again, he tried to pry his hand away from Kirishima's grip but his muscles felt like jello. Kirishima smiled again.

" Seriously. I don't care." Kirishima stated.

Midoriya nodded, " O-okay... s-sorry." Midoriya stuttered.

Kirishima let him go and slapped his shoulder. Midoriya ran out of the room. Kirishima laughed to himself. It was good to know that everyone was a little messed up and he wasn't the only one with sick desires. Maybe he could sneak some pictures of Bakugou in suggestive situations and send them off to Kirishima by surprise. Maybe when he knew he was in class and needed to focus. Or when he was with his parents or maybe even when he was sitting right next to Kacchan himself.

That would bring him to a new all-time low and he couldn't imagine actually committing such acts, especially not to his friend.

Kirishima quickly texted Midoriya,

Kiri: No pics!

Midoriya: mnxkskzjsjzlsksm

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Meanwhile, Midoriya remained in his room, jeans at his ankles as he pathetically whimpered to himself about everything. He couldn't believe that Kirishima didn't care. He squirmed on his bed as he touched himself, hand over his mouth, as his eyes watered. He felt so filthy, but so turned on it almost hurt. He'd get to see Kacchan again, and Kirishima would put on a show of him. The same way he did before. Displaying his pink, raw, rim, oozing Kirishima's cum.

Midoriya's hands still shook, his heart still pounding and his knees still unstable. Midoriya came hard, he gasped for his breath as he convulsed on his bed. 'No pictures!' Hell if could even handle something like that.

Having Kacchan's pink, inflamed, buttcheeks in his phone forever would kill him. Midoriya whimpered as he tried to calm down but he couldn't stop thinking.

It would take another two orgasms before he finally calmed down.

His brain stopped working, and he didn't get hard again.

So he layed there in his own filth, green curls a bird's nest on his pillows. His freckled thighs shook ever so slightly but for the most part he was finally calmed down.

His phone buzzed again,

Kiri: i can't stop thinkin ab how awesom it was when kat took my load :")

Midoriya threw his phone and rolled over. If he comprehended exactly how incredible that message was to receive he'd surely short circuit and die.