Bakugou can only masturbate in the shower because the water washes away his sweat so he doesn't actually blow his insides up while fingering himself.
But what happens when the dorm showers are broken for two whole weeks and he can't get the relief he so desperately needs...?
But what happens when the dorm showers are broken for two whole weeks and he can't get the relief he so desperately needs...?
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"What do you fucking /mean/ the showers are out of commission until further notice?!" Katsuki demands angrily of their teacher, his voice loud over the shocked gasps and noisy yells of complaint.
Aizawa sighs, louder than any of their shouts.
"Settle down, everyone."
Aizawa sighs, louder than any of their shouts.
"Settle down, everyone."
They're currently in class, during what happens to be the middle of the third hottest week in their city, and what was supposed to be a normal day immediately went downhill when the class 3-A dorm found out that none of the showers in the building were working.
"Aizawa sensei, we can't /not/ have showers," Denki whines, laying out flat on his desk with a massive pout on his lips.
"Yeah! We do brutal workouts everyday! We're tired and sweaty after class!" Mina adds, waving a hand in the air.
"Yeah! We do brutal workouts everyday! We're tired and sweaty after class!" Mina adds, waving a hand in the air.
"I didn't say you /can't/ shower," Aizawa replies. "I /said/ that until the showers are fixed, you'll have to shower elsewhere."
"What's wrong with the showers?" Ochako asks.
"Well, let's just say the facilities weren't equipped to handle the mass amount of...bodily fluids."
"What's wrong with the showers?" Ochako asks.
"Well, let's just say the facilities weren't equipped to handle the mass amount of...bodily fluids."
Silence.
Aizawa continues, not acknowledging the fact that most of the classroom's boys have suddenly ducked their heads so they won't meet anyone's eyes.
"The school has decided to upgrade to something more...accomadating for the student's use."
Mina snorts into her arm.
Aizawa continues, not acknowledging the fact that most of the classroom's boys have suddenly ducked their heads so they won't meet anyone's eyes.
"The school has decided to upgrade to something more...accomadating for the student's use."
Mina snorts into her arm.
"In the meantime, you'll have to use the locker room showers here in the school. I'll be escorting the boys, Midnight will escort the girls. You'll have a chance to shower each morning and each night before curfew. If you miss a shower, tough luck."
"You're making us take /monitored showers/?!"
"Well, if you'd rather /not shower at all/, now is the time to speak up."
Silence again.
Aizawa nods once, grabbing his papers from his desk.
"That's what I thought. Be ready by 6 a.m. each morning and 7 p.m. each night."
"Well, if you'd rather /not shower at all/, now is the time to speak up."
Silence again.
Aizawa nods once, grabbing his papers from his desk.
"That's what I thought. Be ready by 6 a.m. each morning and 7 p.m. each night."
He leaves to a chorus of groaning students, but not before looking over his shoulder.
"Bakugou. Come with me."
Grumbling to himself, he stands, snatching his bag from the back of his chair and stomping after his teacher.
"Bakugou. Come with me."
Grumbling to himself, he stands, snatching his bag from the back of his chair and stomping after his teacher.
"Because of your special conditions, the school has decided that the best place for your showers will be in the nurse's office with Recovery Girl," the man informs him as the walk, their foorsteps echoung throughout the halls.
"I don't suppose I get to skip the chaperone?" He asks dryly.
"Nice try, but no. In the mornings, it'll be Recovery Girl, and at night, it'll be Midnight after she's done with the girls."
He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
"Great. Always wanted to be listened to while showering."
"Nice try, but no. In the mornings, it'll be Recovery Girl, and at night, it'll be Midnight after she's done with the girls."
He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
"Great. Always wanted to be listened to while showering."
"As your teacher, I ask that you refrain from telling me such personal fantasies," Aizawa replies, but Katsuki can see the quick twitch of his lips.
"Whatever. Do you know how long it'll take to fix the showers?"
"I don't. But it shouldn't be longer than three days."
"Whatever. Do you know how long it'll take to fix the showers?"
"I don't. But it shouldn't be longer than three days."
"Three days, huh?"
"Yes. There are a multitude of pipes and shower heads that the plumbers will have to clean and connect, and they'll also have to update the drainage systems. So three days at least and a week at most, if not more."
Fuck.
"Yes. There are a multitude of pipes and shower heads that the plumbers will have to clean and connect, and they'll also have to update the drainage systems. So three days at least and a week at most, if not more."
Fuck.
"This is gonna be a long fucking week," he grumbles to himself.
"You're telling me," Aizawa sighs as he pulls open the door to the nurse's office. "But nothing we can do now except wait it out."
He sighs and walks in after him.
"You're telling me," Aizawa sighs as he pulls open the door to the nurse's office. "But nothing we can do now except wait it out."
He sighs and walks in after him.
It only takes maybe 30 minutes to get a schedule set up that works for both Recovery Girl and Midnight, who arrived just after them, but he's already mentally exhausted.
"Fucking perverts, can't keep their goddamn hands off their dicks," he mutters, stomping back to the dorms.
"Fucking perverts, can't keep their goddamn hands off their dicks," he mutters, stomping back to the dorms.
Not that he's much better.
He probably masturbates more in the shower than any other boy in the entire building.
But he can't help it!
At least /they/ have the options for where to jerk off!
Katsuki doesn't have that luxury.
He probably masturbates more in the shower than any other boy in the entire building.
But he can't help it!
At least /they/ have the options for where to jerk off!
Katsuki doesn't have that luxury.
His sweat is so explosive that even a simple need for orgasm could be harmful when he touches himself.
So he has to do it in the shower, where the water can wash away his sweat before it can become a problem.
Plus, the feeling of toe curling orgasms doesn't hurt either.
So he has to do it in the shower, where the water can wash away his sweat before it can become a problem.
Plus, the feeling of toe curling orgasms doesn't hurt either.
/And/ ever since he'd discovered that he's able to touch himself under the water, his anger levels have been /way/ down. So really, it was a win win for everyone!
But now it was /ruined/.
At least temporarily.
Fuck.
FUCK!
He has to stop himself from blowing up a tree.
But now it was /ruined/.
At least temporarily.
Fuck.
FUCK!
He has to stop himself from blowing up a tree.
"Get it together, Katsuki," he growls at himself, scrubbing a hand across his face. "You made it through most of puberty without jerking off. You can make it one fucking week."
'Or more,' a sneering voice whispers through him mind.
Fuck.
He /really/ hopes it's only one week.
'Or more,' a sneering voice whispers through him mind.
Fuck.
He /really/ hopes it's only one week.
It's been one week, the showers are still not fixed, and Katsuki is...admittedly dealing poorly.
"Fucking /MOVE/!"
A few first year girls yelp as he pops his hands angrily before scurrying out of his way and through the grass, throwing fear filled glances over their shoulders.
"Fucking /MOVE/!"
A few first year girls yelp as he pops his hands angrily before scurrying out of his way and through the grass, throwing fear filled glances over their shoulders.
He huffs, irritated, continuing to stomp his way down the path.
"Bro, are okay...?" Kirishima ask cautiously from beside him.
"Just fuckin' peachy," he growls back.
They're fresh out of one of their Saturday sparring sessions, and Katsuki has come to some...realizations.
"Bro, are okay...?" Kirishima ask cautiously from beside him.
"Just fuckin' peachy," he growls back.
They're fresh out of one of their Saturday sparring sessions, and Katsuki has come to some...realizations.
First realization, realized day one of the Broken Shower Period (or BS Period for short).
He sweats a lot.
Like...
A /LOT/.
He's always knows that he's a sweaty person, but it wasn't until he was denied constant access to showers that he realized how much they were needed.
He sweats a lot.
Like...
A /LOT/.
He's always knows that he's a sweaty person, but it wasn't until he was denied constant access to showers that he realized how much they were needed.
He took /five/ showers a day.
How did he not know that about himself?!
Seconds realization, realized day three of the BS Period.
He's /ridiculously/ horny.
Like wake up tangled in the sheets because of a good dream horny.
How did he not know that about himself?!
Seconds realization, realized day three of the BS Period.
He's /ridiculously/ horny.
Like wake up tangled in the sheets because of a good dream horny.
Dreams that he would usually take care of in the shower, but now can't because there always has to be a goddamn babysitter in the room.
Third realization, realized day six of the BS Period.
Today.
Saturday.
When they had the day off and could do whatever they wanted.
Third realization, realized day six of the BS Period.
Today.
Saturday.
When they had the day off and could do whatever they wanted.
Which meant, like every other Saturday, he met Kirishima at the training grounds for some personal, one-on-one morning sparring.
Simple, everyday Saturday.
Except it wasn't, because unlike every Friday night /before/ Saturday, he hadn't spent two hours in the shower.
Simple, everyday Saturday.
Except it wasn't, because unlike every Friday night /before/ Saturday, he hadn't spent two hours in the shower.
Vigorously rubbing circles around his swollen clit while he sat on the floor of the tub, hoping that the rag he had stuffed in his mouth was doing a good job of muffling his moans as he worked orgasm after orgasm out of himself until his legs were shaking with overstimulation.
Instead, he just...doesn't do that.
He takes a normal boring shower, with Midnight sitting outside the door, and then he goes to his room to sleep.
Or /try/ to sleep, since he doesn't have that nice, thick coating of sexual exhaustion settled into his bones.
He takes a normal boring shower, with Midnight sitting outside the door, and then he goes to his room to sleep.
Or /try/ to sleep, since he doesn't have that nice, thick coating of sexual exhaustion settled into his bones.
By the time Saturday morning comes around, he's already irritated, and hoping that a nice sparing session with Kirishima can work out all of his excess energy.
Spoiler alert: it does /not/ do that.
Spoiler alert: it does /not/ do that.
Instead, he'd just spent the last two and a half hours getting his ass handed to him because he couldn't fucking /focus/.
And it was /Kirishima's/ fucking fault!
How is he supposed to focus when he's horny as all fuck and Kirishima looks like /that/?!
And it was /Kirishima's/ fucking fault!
How is he supposed to focus when he's horny as all fuck and Kirishima looks like /that/?!
Katsuki scowl darkens immensely when the memory of the redhead, shirtless and sweaty, flashes through his mind for what has to be at least the millionth time.
"Fucking christ," he growls, hoping that his face isn't as flushed as he thinks it is.
"Fucking christ," he growls, hoping that his face isn't as flushed as he thinks it is.
"Are you /sure/ you're okay, bro?" Kirishima asks again, easily keeping stride with each of his angry steps.
"Why the fuck wouldn't I be okay?" Katsuki snaps back.
"I don't know, but it kinda seems like you're mad at me?"
He fights not to scream in the redhead's face.
"Why the fuck wouldn't I be okay?" Katsuki snaps back.
"I don't know, but it kinda seems like you're mad at me?"
He fights not to scream in the redhead's face.
"I am not mad," he replies through gritted teeth.
"Riiiiiiight, and see, I would believe that, if your hands weren't literally smoking right now."
Katsuki stops, glaring down at where black smoke was seeping from his clenched fists, filling the air around them.
"Fuck."
"Riiiiiiight, and see, I would believe that, if your hands weren't literally smoking right now."
Katsuki stops, glaring down at where black smoke was seeping from his clenched fists, filling the air around them.
"Fuck."
"Seriously bro, what's your problem? Maybe I can help!"
Katsuki scoffs, shaking out his hands in an attempt to make the smoke clear.
"Yeah, trust me, you can't."
"Well, not with that attitude! At least tell me what's wrong!"
"Nothing wrong!"
"But you're angry!"
Katsuki scoffs, shaking out his hands in an attempt to make the smoke clear.
"Yeah, trust me, you can't."
"Well, not with that attitude! At least tell me what's wrong!"
"Nothing wrong!"
"But you're angry!"
"I'm always angry!"
"Yeah, but usually you're angry for a reason! Your anger has no purpose today!"
"Why do I need a purpose?!"
"Because you're angry!"
"I AM NOT ANGRY!"
"THEN WHAT'S WRONG?!"
"Yeah, but usually you're angry for a reason! Your anger has no purpose today!"
"Why do I need a purpose?!"
"Because you're angry!"
"I AM NOT ANGRY!"
"THEN WHAT'S WRONG?!"
With a strangled scream, Katsuki turns around, places his hand on Kirishima's face, and blows it up.
Kirishima points an accusing finger at him, his face bright with victory even under a layer of rock.
"See?! You only blow my face up when you're angry!"
Kirishima points an accusing finger at him, his face bright with victory even under a layer of rock.
"See?! You only blow my face up when you're angry!"
Katsuki sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as a headache builds up behind his eyes.
"Oh my fu-if I tell you, will you leave me alone?"
"For sure!"
"Fine! God. C'mere."
Katsuki grabs his wrists and drags him towards the trees, looking around to makesure they're alone.
"Oh my fu-if I tell you, will you leave me alone?"
"For sure!"
"Fine! God. C'mere."
Katsuki grabs his wrists and drags him towards the trees, looking around to makesure they're alone.
Kirishima might as well have a wagging tail for how excited he is.
With one last sigh, Katsuki forces himself to meet the other's eyes.
"I'm not angry. I'm frustrated, because I haven't been able to.../pleasure/ myself since they shut down the showers."
With one last sigh, Katsuki forces himself to meet the other's eyes.
"I'm not angry. I'm frustrated, because I haven't been able to.../pleasure/ myself since they shut down the showers."
Kirishima blinks.
"...What?"
Katsuki looks away, glaring death at the tree next to them.
"I can't masturbate without being in the shower."
He hears the redhead swallows thickly, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"Why not?"
Katsuki frowns, crossing his arms.
"...What?"
Katsuki looks away, glaring death at the tree next to them.
"I can't masturbate without being in the shower."
He hears the redhead swallows thickly, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"Why not?"
Katsuki frowns, crossing his arms.
"My sweat is too volatile for me masturbate without being in the shower. The water helps wash it away so I don't blow my fucking bits off."
"Why don't you just masturbate during your morning or night showers?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Why don't you just masturbate during your morning or night showers?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
Fucking Christ.
"...Because I get really loud when I cum," he mutters, blushing fiercely.
A shaky, heavy sigh.
"...Oh."
Clearing his throat awkwardly, he turns his back, not willing to look the other in the face any more and damn sure not willing to let him see his own face.
"...Because I get really loud when I cum," he mutters, blushing fiercely.
A shaky, heavy sigh.
"...Oh."
Clearing his throat awkwardly, he turns his back, not willing to look the other in the face any more and damn sure not willing to let him see his own face.
"So there. Now you know."
Silence.
Katsuki frowns, glancing over at him, only to freeze.
Kirishima is looking at him in a way that he's never seen before.
Silence.
Katsuki frowns, glancing over at him, only to freeze.
Kirishima is looking at him in a way that he's never seen before.
Dragging from his face all the way down to his feet.
There was only one way to describe the look in his eyes.
/Hungry/.
It makes desire curl and twist in his gut, and slick leak into his underwear.
"K-Kirish-?"
"Y'know," the red head cuts him off, still staring at him.
There was only one way to describe the look in his eyes.
/Hungry/.
It makes desire curl and twist in his gut, and slick leak into his underwear.
"K-Kirish-?"
"Y'know," the red head cuts him off, still staring at him.
Eating him alive with his gaze.
"As a male, I like to think if myself as someone who's very.../experienced/ in the ways of masturbation."
Katsuki shivers, the click of his throat sounding loud as he swallows thickly.
"I-Is that so...?"
Kirishima hums softly, stepping closer.
"As a male, I like to think if myself as someone who's very.../experienced/ in the ways of masturbation."
Katsuki shivers, the click of his throat sounding loud as he swallows thickly.
"I-Is that so...?"
Kirishima hums softly, stepping closer.
"As a a matter of fact," he continues, taking another step as Katsuki begins to back away, "I consider myself to be /so/ experienced..."
Katsuki's back hits the tree behind him, trapping him.
Kirishima looks bigger ever before, towering over him by at least a foot and a half.
Katsuki's back hits the tree behind him, trapping him.
Kirishima looks bigger ever before, towering over him by at least a foot and a half.
"...That I should easily be able to help someone else in need," the red head finishes, reaching out to wrap a (bighotbigfuckingbig) hand around his hip.
Katsuki whimpers softly, his body lighting up and knees threatening to buckle as the other squeezes him firmly.
Katsuki whimpers softly, his body lighting up and knees threatening to buckle as the other squeezes him firmly.
"The question is..."
He gasps loudly as Kirishima presses against him, the thick line if his dick shoved right up against his pussy through their clothes.
"...How badly do you need it, Bakugou?"
Fuck.
He gasps loudly as Kirishima presses against him, the thick line if his dick shoved right up against his pussy through their clothes.
"...How badly do you need it, Bakugou?"
Fuck.
He presses his sparking hands against the wood of the tree, shuddering when realizes that they're pushed to tightly together, he can feel Kirishima's dick throbbing against him.
"A-ah...!"
Kirishima groans softly, his head thunking against the tree above him as his hips roll.
"A-ah...!"
Kirishima groans softly, his head thunking against the tree above him as his hips roll.
"I can feel how hot you are through my fucking /shorts/, Jesus, Bakugou," he whispers roughly, his free hand sliding down to cup one of his ass cheeks and squeeze, yanking him forward.
"Fuck," Katsuki whispers brokenly, his chest heaving. "F-fuck, wait! WAIT!"
"Fuck," Katsuki whispers brokenly, his chest heaving. "F-fuck, wait! WAIT!"
Kirishima freezes, but doesn't let go, his hands tight against Katsuki's hip and ass respectively.
"N-not here," he whispers, trying not to melt into a puddle of horny explosion goo as Kirishima's dick jumps against him, hard and heavy with arousal.
"N-not here," he whispers, trying not to melt into a puddle of horny explosion goo as Kirishima's dick jumps against him, hard and heavy with arousal.
"Then where?" Kirishima growls.
"M-my room. We can go to my room."
Kirishima takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his body slowly relaxing from it's 'ready to pounce' stance.
"Fine," he whispers, squeezing at him one more time before letting go completely. "Your room."
"M-my room. We can go to my room."
Kirishima takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his body slowly relaxing from it's 'ready to pounce' stance.
"Fine," he whispers, squeezing at him one more time before letting go completely. "Your room."
Katsuki exhales sharply when he steps away, suddenly able to breathe again, shifting to his full standing height with a grimace.
"What's wrong?" Kirishima asks softly.
Katsuki shakes his head, tugging at the leg of his shorts where they're stuck to him.
"Just...sticky."
"What's wrong?" Kirishima asks softly.
Katsuki shakes his head, tugging at the leg of his shorts where they're stuck to him.
"Just...sticky."
"...I can fix that."
Katsuki's head snaps up, but Kirishima isn't looking at him.
He's looking down, his eyes practically burning a hole through the crotch of the blond's shorts.
Katsuki swallows, tugging a little harder on his shorts, until he's flashing the top of his pussy.
Katsuki's head snaps up, but Kirishima isn't looking at him.
He's looking down, his eyes practically burning a hole through the crotch of the blond's shorts.
Katsuki swallows, tugging a little harder on his shorts, until he's flashing the top of his pussy.
"You think so...?"
"I /know/ so," Kirishima growls and /fuck/, his voice is deep and hungry and it makes Katsuki /wet/, his insides clenching around nothing as he tugs his shorts down farther, revealing his pale blond pubic hair.
"I /know/ so," Kirishima growls and /fuck/, his voice is deep and hungry and it makes Katsuki /wet/, his insides clenching around nothing as he tugs his shorts down farther, revealing his pale blond pubic hair.
(It's hot as balls and my mind is boiling, so I'll write some more tonight, but in the mean time if you can/are willing, please drop some coin @ ko-fi.com/maneatingmomma so that I can buy baby supplies and pizza.)
❗To the people asking/wondering: YES, Kirishima knows that Bakugou is trans, at least in this particular thread. You can think up whatever coming out/telling that you want because im too lazy for backstory rn, but Kirishima DOES know.❗
"Bakugou."
He freezes, not looking up as his heart pounds in his chest.
"If you pull those shorts down any more, we won't make it to your room."
Katsuki shudders.
Kirishima voice is low and dark, full of a wicked promise that makes his hair stand on end.
He freezes, not looking up as his heart pounds in his chest.
"If you pull those shorts down any more, we won't make it to your room."
Katsuki shudders.
Kirishima voice is low and dark, full of a wicked promise that makes his hair stand on end.
He has no regrets about letting his shorts fall to the ground completely.
They can go to his room later.
Kirishima drops like a sack of bricks, his hands immediately going for his legs, lifting one of them over his shoulder, spreading him open for his gaze.
They can go to his room later.
Kirishima drops like a sack of bricks, his hands immediately going for his legs, lifting one of them over his shoulder, spreading him open for his gaze.
"Fucking gorgeous," he groans, and Katsuki gasps when he uses a thumb to gently part his lips, revealing the little nub of his clit.
"Hah!"
The red head inhales deeply, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he's assaulted by the smell of fresh, wet pussy.
"Hah!"
The red head inhales deeply, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he's assaulted by the smell of fresh, wet pussy.
"Ah! D-don't!" Katsuki yelps, a scorching hot blush racing up his cheeks as Kirishima sniffs at his crotch like some sort of hungry, depraved animal.
"But you smell so fucking /good/," he groans back, lifting his other leg over his free shoulder.
"But you smell so fucking /good/," he groans back, lifting his other leg over his free shoulder.
He's holding him up so /easily/ as if Katsuki doesn't weigh a good 200 pounds of muscle, and it makes his insides clench tightly.
Which Kirishima immediately calls him out on.
"I saw that," he says with a quick grin, his eyes flicking up to his face before dropping back down.
Which Kirishima immediately calls him out on.
"I saw that," he says with a quick grin, his eyes flicking up to his face before dropping back down.
"S-shut up! You're talking a lot for someone who's supposed to be cleaning me up," Katsuki snaps back, trying to pretend that he isn't almost dying from embarassment.
"I'm just appreciating the view," Kirishima argues back, but his hands are moving again.
"I'm just appreciating the view," Kirishima argues back, but his hands are moving again.
One cupping him underneath his ass in a way that makes him feel less like he's floating in midair, and the other grabbing his shorts and tossing them to the side.
"Hey-!"
"So they don't get wet," he says before Katsuki can really start complaining.
"Hey-!"
"So they don't get wet," he says before Katsuki can really start complaining.
The blond scoffs, reaching down to tangle his fingers in thick hair.
"Confident fucker, aren't you?"
"And you're about to find out why," Kirishima murmurs, leaning forward.
The first lick is like some kind of soothing balm, spreading relief throughout his entire body.
"Confident fucker, aren't you?"
"And you're about to find out why," Kirishima murmurs, leaning forward.
The first lick is like some kind of soothing balm, spreading relief throughout his entire body.
He can't help the elongated, pleasured whine that bubbles up in his throat, his head falling back against the tree as he tugs his face closer.
Kirishima echoes him, a deep, rumbling groan of male satisfaction as he tastes him on his tongue for the first time.
Kirishima echoes him, a deep, rumbling groan of male satisfaction as he tastes him on his tongue for the first time.
Sweet, like candy, with an underlying tartness that makes him immediately dive in for a second taste.
And a third.
And a fourth.
Licking across the sticky wet lips of his pussy hungrily until they part underneath his tongue of their own accord.
And a third.
And a fourth.
Licking across the sticky wet lips of his pussy hungrily until they part underneath his tongue of their own accord.
Katsuki gasps sharply when the next lick reaches deeper than the one before it, that flexible tongue tracing over the nub of his clit, sending sparks up his spine and slick dripping from his hole.
"Fuck!"
Kirishima grunts, pressing his face closer, licking deeper.
"Fuck!"
Kirishima grunts, pressing his face closer, licking deeper.
Slurping lewdly at the juices leaking from the blond's pussy until the sound is all that he can hear over Katsuki's own poorly stifled whines.
His dick has never been harder, and he wishes that he'd pushed them down earlier, because they're gonna be /ruined/.
His dick has never been harder, and he wishes that he'd pushed them down earlier, because they're gonna be /ruined/.
But can he really bring himself to care when Katsuki's thighs are shaking where he has them wrapped around his head and his hands are clenched in his hair, tugging him as close as he can while he fights to not cry out when Kirishima wraps his mouth around his clit and /sucks/?
"AH!"
He cannot.
"You're so fucking /wet/," Kirishima growls against his flesh, swirling his tongue around the little nub as Katsuki shudders, biting down on a shout.
"A-ah! F-uckin' hurry...!"
"Spoil sport," he mutters, rolling his eyes.
He cannot.
"You're so fucking /wet/," Kirishima growls against his flesh, swirling his tongue around the little nub as Katsuki shudders, biting down on a shout.
"A-ah! F-uckin' hurry...!"
"Spoil sport," he mutters, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, Bakugou!"
Katsuki's head snaps up, and Kirishima freezes, his tongue halfway out of his mouth.
Sero.
That was Sero's voice.
And if Sero is here, then-
"What are you doing in the bushes, Blasty?!"
Denki.
Fuck.
"Did you lose something?"
Katsuki's head snaps up, and Kirishima freezes, his tongue halfway out of his mouth.
Sero.
That was Sero's voice.
And if Sero is here, then-
"What are you doing in the bushes, Blasty?!"
Denki.
Fuck.
"Did you lose something?"
"No! Leave me alone," Katsuki snaps back.
They still sound far away, at least halfway across the courtyard, which means that Kirishima still has time to slip the blond's shorts on and let him leave while he stays behind the bushes, keeping their secret safe.
.....
Or.
They still sound far away, at least halfway across the courtyard, which means that Kirishima still has time to slip the blond's shorts on and let him leave while he stays behind the bushes, keeping their secret safe.
.....
Or.
"You sure?" Denki calls out.
"I'm fucking fi-AH!"
"Blasty?"
Kirishima growls against his clit, making the other shake wildly as he hunches over him, his nails digging roughly into the skin of his back.
"What the fuck are you doing, stop, stop, stop-!" He whispers frantically.
"I'm fucking fi-AH!"
"Blasty?"
Kirishima growls against his clit, making the other shake wildly as he hunches over him, his nails digging roughly into the skin of his back.
"What the fuck are you doing, stop, stop, stop-!" He whispers frantically.
Kirishima does not stop.
In fact, he doubles his efforts, suckling at the little erect nub of flesh almost violently as he shoves two fingers inside of his dripping hole, causing Katsuki to bite down on a yell as he clenches around them tightly.
"Hnngh!"
"Bakugou!"
In fact, he doubles his efforts, suckling at the little erect nub of flesh almost violently as he shoves two fingers inside of his dripping hole, causing Katsuki to bite down on a yell as he clenches around them tightly.
"Hnngh!"
"Bakugou!"
They're closer now. Still a good distance away, but close enough.
More than close enough.
Kirishima does not understand why he doesn't stop. Almost feels like he can't stop, slurping as quietly as he can at his feast while his fingers crook forward, pressing against his g-spot.
More than close enough.
Kirishima does not understand why he doesn't stop. Almost feels like he can't stop, slurping as quietly as he can at his feast while his fingers crook forward, pressing against his g-spot.
Katsuki jerks up, praying his face isn't as fucked out as he feels like it is.
"I'M TAKING A FUCKING PISS, GO AWAY!"
Kirishima almost chokes when Katsuki screams at their friends, his ears ringing.
"Well shit, you should have said that first," Sero snaps back.
"I'M TAKING A FUCKING PISS, GO AWAY!"
Kirishima almost chokes when Katsuki screams at their friends, his ears ringing.
"Well shit, you should have said that first," Sero snaps back.
Katsuki is too busy hunching back over to reply, but Kirishima picks of the sound of both him and Denki finally walking away, heading back to the dorms.
Which means he can finally detach from Katsuki's clit with a gasp, his fingers pumping in and out quickly.
Which means he can finally detach from Katsuki's clit with a gasp, his fingers pumping in and out quickly.
"Y-you fuckin' a-ah! Ah!" Katsuki gasps, his hands clenching violently in red hair as Kirishima grins up at him. "F-fuckin' /pervert/!"
"You're calling /me/ a pervert when you're this wet?" He whispers back, pressing a kiss to his throbbing clit.
"You're calling /me/ a pervert when you're this wet?" He whispers back, pressing a kiss to his throbbing clit.
Katsuki chokes on his reply, his body seizing as Kirishima fucking assaults his g-spot, his fingers rubbing up against it with no remorse.
"You're calling /me/ a pervert when your naughty little pussy started dripping this much slick as soon as Sero called your name?"
"You're calling /me/ a pervert when your naughty little pussy started dripping this much slick as soon as Sero called your name?"
"S-stop-!" He sobs, his legs jerking around Kirishima's head as he fingers him faster, harder, his thumb rubbing quick circles around his clit.
"You're calling /me/ a pervert...when you're gonna cum from almost getting caught?"
Katsuki cries out brokenly as he orgasms.
"You're calling /me/ a pervert...when you're gonna cum from almost getting caught?"
Katsuki cries out brokenly as he orgasms.
A hot gush of slick absolutely soaking Kirishima's hand, dripping down his arm as the blond shudders violently.
He looks beautiful, but he's also really loud, just like he said he was, and as hot as it is in theory, Kirishima doesn't /actually/ want them to get caught.
He looks beautiful, but he's also really loud, just like he said he was, and as hot as it is in theory, Kirishima doesn't /actually/ want them to get caught.
Kirishima swoops in, pressing his mouth against the other's as he continues to move his fingers, dragging out his orgasm for as long as he can until Katsuki weakly slaps at his shoulder with a quiet whine.
The sound of his fingers sliding out of Katsuki is lewd and noisy.
The sound of his fingers sliding out of Katsuki is lewd and noisy.
It makes his dick jump in his shorts as he slowly ends their kiss.
"Feel good?" He murmurs softly.
Katsuki absolutely looks like he just has an orgasm. Flushed and sweaty, with a hazy, sleepy look in his eyes and a content little smirk on his face.
"Feel good?" He murmurs softly.
Katsuki absolutely looks like he just has an orgasm. Flushed and sweaty, with a hazy, sleepy look in his eyes and a content little smirk on his face.
"You honestly....have no idea how much I needed that," he replies with a long, relieved sigh.
Kirishima hums, licking the wetness from his fingers before reaching for the blond's shorts.
"Glad I can be of assistance."
Kirishima hums, licking the wetness from his fingers before reaching for the blond's shorts.
"Glad I can be of assistance."
It takes a little work to guide his relaxed legs into the shorts but he manages, and eventually they're standing together, even though Katsuki does stumble a little bit.
"Easy there," Kirishima chuckles, steadying him with a hand.
Katsuki just hums happily, leaning against him.
"Easy there," Kirishima chuckles, steadying him with a hand.
Katsuki just hums happily, leaning against him.
"Fuckin' thanks, or whatever," he mumbles against his chest his eyes drooping without his permission.
"Please don't pass out! Let's at least make it to your room first!"
"Don' wanna," he grumbles back.
"Bro! C'mon, I'm serious!"
But Katsuki is already asleep.
"Please don't pass out! Let's at least make it to your room first!"
"Don' wanna," he grumbles back.
"Bro! C'mon, I'm serious!"
But Katsuki is already asleep.
✨👀✨
When Katsuki awakens later, it's to find that his face is buried in Kirishima's soft chest, and the red head's large hand is moving up and down his back soothingly, making him groan in appreciation.
"W' 'ime izzit?"
"A little past 6," Kirishima hums quietly.
"W' 'ime izzit?"
"A little past 6," Kirishima hums quietly.
Damn. They had been done with training at 3. He's been out for hours.
"You better be lucky that no one was around when I got back. I would have had no way of explaining what we looked like, and I /definitely/ wouldn't have been able to explain you passed out in my arms."
"You better be lucky that no one was around when I got back. I would have had no way of explaining what we looked like, and I /definitely/ wouldn't have been able to explain you passed out in my arms."
"I'm sure you would have figured something out," Katsuki replies with a quiet snicker.
"I /truly/ don't think I would have," Kirishima replies dryly, thinking back on how his entire shirt front had been covered in slick, and the front of his shorts sticky wet with pre-cum.
"I /truly/ don't think I would have," Kirishima replies dryly, thinking back on how his entire shirt front had been covered in slick, and the front of his shorts sticky wet with pre-cum.
"Agree to disagree, then."
Kirishima scoffs.
"Yeah, okay."
They fall into comfortable silence once again, Kirishima scrolling social media on his phone while Katsuki breathes in the woodsy scent of his body wash.
"Are we gonna talk about it?" the red head eventually asks.
Kirishima scoffs.
"Yeah, okay."
They fall into comfortable silence once again, Kirishima scrolling social media on his phone while Katsuki breathes in the woodsy scent of his body wash.
"Are we gonna talk about it?" the red head eventually asks.
"I don't wanna," Katsuki mumbles quietly.
Kirishima snorts, locking his phone and tossing it in the direction of his night stand, where it lands with a clatter that sounds too loud for the quiet of the room.
"You know that we have to, bro."
"Don't call me bro."
Kirishima snorts, locking his phone and tossing it in the direction of his night stand, where it lands with a clatter that sounds too loud for the quiet of the room.
"You know that we have to, bro."
"Don't call me bro."
"Bakugou."
"..."
"You know I'm not gonna let this go that easily. Especially after New Years Eve."
New Years Eve.
When Kirishima had confessed to him.
When Katsuki had turned him down, claiming the need for time to process and think.
"..."
"You know I'm not gonna let this go that easily. Especially after New Years Eve."
New Years Eve.
When Kirishima had confessed to him.
When Katsuki had turned him down, claiming the need for time to process and think.
"I...I still don't know," he mumbles softly, thanking God that it was dark. It made it easier to speak, even if the words are slow and hesitant.
"I mean, This all happened so fast. I wasn't prepared for it. Fuck, I'm still trying to wrap my head around your confession."
"I mean, This all happened so fast. I wasn't prepared for it. Fuck, I'm still trying to wrap my head around your confession."
Kirishima hums attentively.
"I like being with you. But I don't know if I'm ready to take that kind of step with /anyone/, let alone my best friend. Even if that was one of the best orgasms that I've ever had."
Kirishima snorts loudly, and Katsuki grins, just the tiniest bit.
"I like being with you. But I don't know if I'm ready to take that kind of step with /anyone/, let alone my best friend. Even if that was one of the best orgasms that I've ever had."
Kirishima snorts loudly, and Katsuki grins, just the tiniest bit.
"No, really, I'm gonna be thinking about it for /weeks/-!"
"/Bakugou/."
"But! But a good orgasm isn't a reason to jump into a relationship with someone. It just means our bodies are compatible."
"It means /your/ body is compatible with my /mouth/."
"/Bakugou/."
"But! But a good orgasm isn't a reason to jump into a relationship with someone. It just means our bodies are compatible."
"It means /your/ body is compatible with my /mouth/."
Katsuki hums, his thighs rubbing together unconsciously as he licks his suddenly dry lips.
"Yes, it is..."
"/Dude/!"
"Sorry. Anyways, I'm just...scared, I guess. I don't wanna do this, and then lose you because of some bullshit that we experience together as a couple."
"Yes, it is..."
"/Dude/!"
"Sorry. Anyways, I'm just...scared, I guess. I don't wanna do this, and then lose you because of some bullshit that we experience together as a couple."
Kirishima sighs softly, nuzzling soft blond hair as he thinks of a response.
"...You're not the only one that's scared, Bakugou."
"I'm not...?"
"/God/, no. I'm fucking terrified, dude. This wouldn't just be a big step for you. It would be a big step for /us/."
"...You're not the only one that's scared, Bakugou."
"I'm not...?"
"/God/, no. I'm fucking terrified, dude. This wouldn't just be a big step for you. It would be a big step for /us/."
Katsuki blinks in the darkness, his fingers nervously playing with the bottom of Kirishima's shirt.
"I-I guess I never thought of it like that..."
"Mhm. The only difference between us is that I'm not scared to take a chance on it."
"I-I guess I never thought of it like that..."
"Mhm. The only difference between us is that I'm not scared to take a chance on it."
Big, strong arms slowly wrap around him, making his breath catch in his throat as they squeeze him to the red head's (soft) chest.
"I'm scared of the what ifs and the maybes and the who knows...but I'm positive about what I feel for you. I love you, Bakugou."
"I'm scared of the what ifs and the maybes and the who knows...but I'm positive about what I feel for you. I love you, Bakugou."
He feels like he can't breathe, his face flushing hot at he scrambles to think of what to say back.
"T-thank you?"
...Not the best thing he's ever come up with, but it makes Kirishima laugh, so he'll take it.
"T-thank you?"
...Not the best thing he's ever come up with, but it makes Kirishima laugh, so he'll take it.
"Well, it's better than you New Years Eve response of 'What the shitting fuck fuck?'."
"Shut up. I never said that," he snaps, smushing a hand against his face, only to yelp in disgust when the other licks it.
"Fucking gross!"
"It's been worse places."
"Shut up. I never said that," he snaps, smushing a hand against his face, only to yelp in disgust when the other licks it.
"Fucking gross!"
"It's been worse places."
He briefly debates blowing his face up again, but Kirishima must hear the intent in his silence because he presses it against the blond's next, chuckling loudly.
"Fucker," he grumbles, but his touch is gentle when he reaches down to stroke red hair.
"Fucker," he grumbles, but his touch is gentle when he reaches down to stroke red hair.
They're silent together for a little longer before Kirishima speaks again.
"...Y'wanna forget today happened?"
He frowns, trying to think with his rational brain and not his horny one.
"It might be for the best right now..."
"...Y'wanna forget today happened?"
He frowns, trying to think with his rational brain and not his horny one.
"It might be for the best right now..."
Kirishima sighs softly, and then he's pulling away, leaving the blond cold against the sheets as he scoots back towards their shared wall behind him.
"Well then, you'd better go. Before I give you a few more things to not remember."
"Well then, you'd better go. Before I give you a few more things to not remember."
He shudders, heat stabbing through him as he quickly removes himself from the other's bed and heads towards the door, pulling it open.
The image he gets when he looks over his shoulder in the light of the hallway is of Kirishima laid out on his back in bed.
The image he gets when he looks over his shoulder in the light of the hallway is of Kirishima laid out on his back in bed.
An arm thrown over his eyes, and his dick half hard and twitching in his still soiled from earlier shorts.
"See you tomorrow, bro," he mumbles at him.
The door clicks shut softly.
"See you tomorrow, bro," he mumbles at him.
The door clicks shut softly.
Kirishima exhales harshly when it does, his heart thundering in his chest.
Easier said than done.
As if he could forget the taste of the blond on his tongue, or the harsh, desperate squeeze of pale thighs around his head.
He's literally thinking about it right now!
Easier said than done.
As if he could forget the taste of the blond on his tongue, or the harsh, desperate squeeze of pale thighs around his head.
He's literally thinking about it right now!
But if it's what Bakugou wants, then he-
A hand pressing against his leg makes him freeze, all of his senses locking in on the feeling of a cool palm against his skin.
"B-Bakugou...?"
"Figured we should both have something to forget about today," the blond whispers back.
A hand pressing against his leg makes him freeze, all of his senses locking in on the feeling of a cool palm against his skin.
"B-Bakugou...?"
"Figured we should both have something to forget about today," the blond whispers back.
He chokes when another hand lands on his other leg, both of them sliding up, up, up, until the very tips of his fingers are slipping underneath his shorts to his thighs.
"A-ah!"
"Just relax," Katsuki whispers, and he whines when the other pulls away to tug his shorts down.
"A-ah!"
"Just relax," Katsuki whispers, and he whines when the other pulls away to tug his shorts down.
Katsuki has no fucking idea what he's doing.
They literally just had a conversation about this, but...
Something about the way Kirishima had been laying there, trying to be casual about everything, had tugged at him. He couldn't leave.
They literally just had a conversation about this, but...
Something about the way Kirishima had been laying there, trying to be casual about everything, had tugged at him. He couldn't leave.
Besides, it wouldn't be right for him to leave the other hanging, right? He'd made him cum so good! The least he could do is return the favor.
"Lift your hips," he whispers as he pulls at the stiff, soiled fabric, yanking it off to drop onto the floor in a crusty heap.
"Lift your hips," he whispers as he pulls at the stiff, soiled fabric, yanking it off to drop onto the floor in a crusty heap.
He feels it before he touches it, the heat emanating from it making him suck in a sharp breath.
It's /big/.
Kirishima groans loudly, clenching his hands roughly in the sheets when Katsuki wraps those thin fingers around him.
"/Fuck/!"
It's /big/.
Kirishima groans loudly, clenching his hands roughly in the sheets when Katsuki wraps those thin fingers around him.
"/Fuck/!"
His pussy /throbs/, heart pounding in his chest as he leans down.
"God, you fucking /reek/," he moans softly, assaulted by the thick smell of sweat and pre-cum wafting from his crotch.
"W-well, the shower's kind of broken right now," he pants out. "Gotta w-wait for the-AH!"
"God, you fucking /reek/," he moans softly, assaulted by the thick smell of sweat and pre-cum wafting from his crotch.
"W-well, the shower's kind of broken right now," he pants out. "Gotta w-wait for the-AH!"
Katsuki moans around the ball he'd just sucked into his mouth, licking the slightly sour taste of his sweat away before letting it drop, wet and mouth warmed, back between his legs.
"Didn't say it was a bad thing," he grunts out before going back down for the other one.
"Didn't say it was a bad thing," he grunts out before going back down for the other one.
Kirishima's hand reaches down, blindly patting at his blond hair as he works him over, his tongue warm and flexible and oh so very fucking wet.
"B-bakugou, holy fuck..."
Katsuki hums softly, pulling back again to trace up the side of his dick slowly with his mouth.
"B-bakugou, holy fuck..."
Katsuki hums softly, pulling back again to trace up the side of his dick slowly with his mouth.
"Good?" he mumbles.
"Fucking perfect and you know it," Kirishima grunts back, his hips flexing forward. "Now would you /please/-!"
"Impatient," he snorts, but he's quick to do as asked, stretching his mouth open around the thick head of his cock.
"Fucking perfect and you know it," Kirishima grunts back, his hips flexing forward. "Now would you /please/-!"
"Impatient," he snorts, but he's quick to do as asked, stretching his mouth open around the thick head of his cock.
And then stretching wider when he can't quite fit the whole thing inside, his jaw straining to the absolute limit while his tongue prods and licks at the leaking pre-cum.
Kirishima groans painfully, his head falling back against his pillow.
Kirishima groans painfully, his head falling back against his pillow.
He thanks God that he can't see in the darkness of his room, because he's positive that seeing the blond struggle to swallow down his dick would make him lose his fucking mind.
"Bakugou, fuck! S'good, just like that..."
Katsuki moans, sucking hard.
"Bakugou, fuck! S'good, just like that..."
Katsuki moans, sucking hard.
Kirishima literally arches off of the bed, some kind of filthy noise dying in his throat as his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Katsuki doesn't ease up for a second. He pushes through, each suck and gulp sounding loud and enthusiastic as he jerks off what he can't fit.
Katsuki doesn't ease up for a second. He pushes through, each suck and gulp sounding loud and enthusiastic as he jerks off what he can't fit.
"Oh God, oh God, oh /fuck/," Kirishima suddenly gasps out, his chest heaving as he buries his fingers in blond hair, clencing tight around his head and urging him closer, deeper, until he can literally /feel/ the harsh squeeze of his throat as he gags around him and pulls back.
But he doesn't let that stop him for long, sucking in two large gulps of air before sucking him down again, saliva running down the shaft to coat his hands with the sticky liquid.
"Fuck, that's it, thaaaat's it," Kirishima growls roughly, leaning up on one elbow.
"Fuck, that's it, thaaaat's it," Kirishima growls roughly, leaning up on one elbow.
He still cant't see anything worth looking at, but the leverage makes it easier for him to buck his hips up, just enough to hear Katsuki gag again.
"Jesus, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard," he grunts between heavy pants, forcing him down a third time, and then a fourth.
"Jesus, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard," he grunts between heavy pants, forcing him down a third time, and then a fourth.
But the fifth time is the game changer.
The fifth time is when the head of his dick pops into the blond's throat.
He freezes immediately, yanking his hand away from the back of Katsuki's head to bury hardened fingers right through the mattress.
"Fucking /shit/!"
The fifth time is when the head of his dick pops into the blond's throat.
He freezes immediately, yanking his hand away from the back of Katsuki's head to bury hardened fingers right through the mattress.
"Fucking /shit/!"
Katsuki convulses against the bed, the tears that he'd just barely been holding back beginning to leak down his cheeks as he frantically sucks air in through his nose.
But this is great, this is /perfect/.
He waits until he doesn't feel like he's gonna pass out.
But this is great, this is /perfect/.
He waits until he doesn't feel like he's gonna pass out.
Blinking away the black spots dancing across his vision and placing his palms flat against Kirishima's shaking thighs.
Inhaling deeply through his nose, he eases down just the tiniest bit farther, past his gag reflex, down another two inches.
Inhaling deeply through his nose, he eases down just the tiniest bit farther, past his gag reflex, down another two inches.
Kirshima groans brokenly, literally fighting with himself to not move as he shreds his mattress to practically nothing.
"B-Bakugou, Bakugou, Bakugou, holy fucking shit, fuck," He gasps all at once before sucking in another breath and holding it.
"B-Bakugou, Bakugou, Bakugou, holy fucking shit, fuck," He gasps all at once before sucking in another breath and holding it.
Katsuki just moans and pushes himself father and farther down, until his nose is pressed up against black pubic hair, his throat spasming around his dick wildly.
He did it.
He's crying something fierce, and his jaw is probably broken, and he almost can't breathe, but he did it.
He did it.
He's crying something fierce, and his jaw is probably broken, and he almost can't breathe, but he did it.
And according to all of the porn that he's watched in his life...
Kirishima's soul is brought back from where it's speeding off towards the light by the feeling of Katsuki's hand, sticky with multiple fluids, reaching out to grab his own.
Kirishima's soul is brought back from where it's speeding off towards the light by the feeling of Katsuki's hand, sticky with multiple fluids, reaching out to grab his own.
"Wha-?"
He presses it against his neck, and Kirishima is treated to the very, /very/ arousing feeling of touching his own dick through the thin skin of Katsuki's throat.
He snatches his hand back with a gasp to frantically grip his hair.
He presses it against his neck, and Kirishima is treated to the very, /very/ arousing feeling of touching his own dick through the thin skin of Katsuki's throat.
He snatches his hand back with a gasp to frantically grip his hair.
"Fuck, /fuck/, 'M gonna cum, I'm cumming-!"
Katsuki has absolutely /no/ time to prepare for the frankly ridiculous onslaught of cum that begins pouring down his throat, choking him with it's thick gooeyness. There's so much of it, too much of it, he can't swallow it all down...!
Katsuki has absolutely /no/ time to prepare for the frankly ridiculous onslaught of cum that begins pouring down his throat, choking him with it's thick gooeyness. There's so much of it, too much of it, he can't swallow it all down...!
Kirishima grunts with each shot of cum that bursts from his dick, his hips jumping forward to make sure all of it goes where it's supposed to, which is right down Katsuki's open throat, and he doesn't let go until he's sure that he has nothing left to give.
But the sound of Katsuki choking quickly has him coming down from his high, his hand flying out blindly to switch on the lamp.
"Bakugou, are you alr-?"
He chokes on his question, staring at the blond with wide, shocked eyes.
"Bakugou, are you alr-?"
He chokes on his question, staring at the blond with wide, shocked eyes.
He looks /destroyed/.
His hair is a mess from Kirishima's constant grabbing, and there are tears still dripping from red, lust glazed eyes down his flushed cheeks. He's /covered/ in cum, leaking from swollen, cherry red lips down his chin to land in his open, waiting hand.
His hair is a mess from Kirishima's constant grabbing, and there are tears still dripping from red, lust glazed eyes down his flushed cheeks. He's /covered/ in cum, leaking from swollen, cherry red lips down his chin to land in his open, waiting hand.
But what makes his dick try valiantly to get hard again is the cum leaking from his /nose/, thick, white lines of it that must not have had anywhere else to go.
He stares stupidly until Katsuki weakly clears his throat.
"Can I get a towel or something?" He asks.
He stares stupidly until Katsuki weakly clears his throat.
"Can I get a towel or something?" He asks.
In an absolutely /fucked/ out voice, rough and croaky, as if he's been sucking dick for thirty years instead of thirty minutes, making him both wince in sympathy and want to ruin him even more.
"Y-yeah, of course!" He stutters, grabbing a pack of baby wipes from his drawers and yanking four from the dispenser.
"Thanks."
"H-here, let me help..."
It takes more than four wipes, and he silently has to command his dick to stay soft as he wipes his nose, but they make it.
"Thanks."
"H-here, let me help..."
It takes more than four wipes, and he silently has to command his dick to stay soft as he wipes his nose, but they make it.
Katsuki still looks wrecked, but at least now it's in a more presentable way.
"All done," he says as he tosses away the last wipe.
It's quiet for all of five seconds before the blond speaks, his hoarse voice making him very obviously sneak a pillow into his naked lap.
"All done," he says as he tosses away the last wipe.
It's quiet for all of five seconds before the blond speaks, his hoarse voice making him very obviously sneak a pillow into his naked lap.
"I don't think that was a good idea," he speak-whispers, wiping at his nose.
"Why not?"
"..."
"Bakugou?"
"...I'm horny again," he responds quietly.
Fuck.
He swallows, forcing himself to not look at the other's shifting legs, but into hazy eyes.
"...I can still fix that."
"Why not?"
"..."
"Bakugou?"
"...I'm horny again," he responds quietly.
Fuck.
He swallows, forcing himself to not look at the other's shifting legs, but into hazy eyes.
"...I can still fix that."
"Not s'pposed to...we said we would forget today..."
"...Well," Kirishima replies slowly, easing himself closer to the other, who twitches as their arms brush together, "last time I checked, today isn't over yet."
Katsuki glances at him out of the corner of his eye, interested.
"...Well," Kirishima replies slowly, easing himself closer to the other, who twitches as their arms brush together, "last time I checked, today isn't over yet."
Katsuki glances at him out of the corner of his eye, interested.
But just as quickly he's shaking his head, frowning at the floor.
"No, /no/. We've already gone too far, /especially/ without further talking about everything."
Kirishima knows he's right.
But he also knows that he can't let him leave like this.
"No, /no/. We've already gone too far, /especially/ without further talking about everything."
Kirishima knows he's right.
But he also knows that he can't let him leave like this.
"Look. We'll been fine. Like you said, we've already gone this far, why not go a little farther?"
Katsuki slowly shakes his head, but his breath still catches when Kirishima gently grips his arm, tugging him closer.
Katsuki slowly shakes his head, but his breath still catches when Kirishima gently grips his arm, tugging him closer.
"Let me take care of you, Bakugou," he whispers into his ear, biting down on the lobe.
The blond shivers, a soft sound slipping from his mouth as he leans into the touch.
"You know I will, right? Didn't I do good earlier?"
"Y-yeah..."
He's slipping, he can feel it.
The blond shivers, a soft sound slipping from his mouth as he leans into the touch.
"You know I will, right? Didn't I do good earlier?"
"Y-yeah..."
He's slipping, he can feel it.
A combination of Kirishima being so sexy he can't breathe, and him being so horny that he can't think.
He's already in the other's arms, his back pressed against that large chest as hands come down to rest on his hips.
He's already in the other's arms, his back pressed against that large chest as hands come down to rest on his hips.
"Look...just my fingers, yeah?" The red head whispers, a thumb hooking into his shorts and tugging them away from his skin so that his free hand can slowly slip inside.
Katsuki shudders, a choked moan escaping him as he feels calloused fingers graze his swollen pussy lips.
Katsuki shudders, a choked moan escaping him as he feels calloused fingers graze his swollen pussy lips.
"Holy /fuck/," Kirishima hisses, shocked and viciously aroused by the amount of slick that immediately drowns his hand.
"J-just the fingers? You promise?" Katsuki whispers urgently, looking down at where Kirishima's hands are moving under his shorts.
"J-just the fingers? You promise?" Katsuki whispers urgently, looking down at where Kirishima's hands are moving under his shorts.
"No matter what," he growls, cupping his entire vagina with one hand.
And just like that, Katsuki is /gone/, his head flying back as a raspy cry erupts from his throat.
And just like that, Katsuki is /gone/, his head flying back as a raspy cry erupts from his throat.
Kirishima doesn't pause, doesn't hesitate for one second.
He grips a pale thigh with his other hand and pulls, spreading him open wide as he stuffs two thick fingers inside of him.
Katsuki jerks, rolling his hips down /hard/ as sensation zings down his spine.
He grips a pale thigh with his other hand and pulls, spreading him open wide as he stuffs two thick fingers inside of him.
Katsuki jerks, rolling his hips down /hard/ as sensation zings down his spine.
"Oh /fuck/-!"
"Gonna make this nice and quick, yeah?" Kirishima grunts, his thumb rubbing fast, wet circles around his clit that have his legs shaking violently as he curls his fingers up into his sweet spot.
"Yes! Yes!" The blond wails, clawing at Kirishima's shoulders.
"Gonna make this nice and quick, yeah?" Kirishima grunts, his thumb rubbing fast, wet circles around his clit that have his legs shaking violently as he curls his fingers up into his sweet spot.
"Yes! Yes!" The blond wails, clawing at Kirishima's shoulders.
Kirishima keeps going until he's shaking apart in his arms, doing nothing to stop his high pitched, whining cries as slick squirts out around his pistoning fingers, soaking the red head's hand, his shorts, and a small bit of the mattress.
But that was ruined anyways.
But that was ruined anyways.
And then after that, it's nothing but the soft comfort of something moving inside of him, gently working him through the last of his aftershocks while he pants against his chest.
"Exactly what you needed, huh?" Kirishima says smugly, slipping his fingers free with a wet squelch.
"Exactly what you needed, huh?" Kirishima says smugly, slipping his fingers free with a wet squelch.
"Fuuuuuuck yeah," Katsuki groans with a doped up grin that makes Kirishima laugh loudly.
"Alright, up you get. We have like...ten minutes before shower time, and I /know/ you don't wanna be covered in cum for the rest of the night."
"Joy killer," the blond groans.
"Alright, up you get. We have like...ten minutes before shower time, and I /know/ you don't wanna be covered in cum for the rest of the night."
"Joy killer," the blond groans.
But he stands all the same, stretching his arms into the air until his spine cracks.
"So...forget about today?" he asks quietly, not turning back to look at his face.
Kirishima hums an affirmative, gently nudging him towards the door.
"It'll be like it never even happened."
"So...forget about today?" he asks quietly, not turning back to look at his face.
Kirishima hums an affirmative, gently nudging him towards the door.
"It'll be like it never even happened."
It is absolutely NOT like it never happened.
Katsuki has never been so aware of a person in his fucking /life/.
And Kirishima is better at hiding it, but Katsuki /knows/ that fucker is just as aware of it as he is.
Every quick glance becomes lingering.
Katsuki has never been so aware of a person in his fucking /life/.
And Kirishima is better at hiding it, but Katsuki /knows/ that fucker is just as aware of it as he is.
Every quick glance becomes lingering.
Every whispered word echoes with longing.
Every laugh is heavy with the weight of something /more/.
Or maybe that's just his imagination.
Maybe he's delusional, and Kirishima really did put it behind him.
But if he did, that would make him an /asshole/.
Every laugh is heavy with the weight of something /more/.
Or maybe that's just his imagination.
Maybe he's delusional, and Kirishima really did put it behind him.
But if he did, that would make him an /asshole/.
Because how dare he be so unaffected when Katsuki is this much of a mess?
Waking up to soaked sheets in the wee hours of the morning, humping desperately at his pillows until he achieves a weak, completely unfulfilling orgasm that leaves him hornier and angrier than before?
Waking up to soaked sheets in the wee hours of the morning, humping desperately at his pillows until he achieves a weak, completely unfulfilling orgasm that leaves him hornier and angrier than before?
And what's worse is that now he knows what Kirishima has to offer.
Knows how it feels when his tongue swirls wet and eager around his clit.
Knows what those thick fingers feel like stuffed inside of him.
Knows what his dick looks like, hot and heavy and so fucking /hard/.
Knows how it feels when his tongue swirls wet and eager around his clit.
Knows what those thick fingers feel like stuffed inside of him.
Knows what his dick looks like, hot and heavy and so fucking /hard/.
GODDAMMIT.
This is NOT what he should be thinking about, especially in the middle of lunch with the nosiest people on earth.
He stabs at his food viciously, trying with all his might to poke a hole through the plastic container with his plastic spoon.
This is NOT what he should be thinking about, especially in the middle of lunch with the nosiest people on earth.
He stabs at his food viciously, trying with all his might to poke a hole through the plastic container with his plastic spoon.
It's been another few days, the showers still aren't fixed, and every minute with out a leg shaking orgasm is another minute closer to him blowing up the entire fucking school.
And his current thoughts about the red head are /not/ helping.
And his current thoughts about the red head are /not/ helping.
"You /do/ know that it's already dead right?" Shinsou asks next to him, side eyeing him warily.
"Bite me," he snaps back, glaring at him through blond bangs.
The male immediately gives up, but it's too late, he's already caught the attention of their other friend.
"Bite me," he snaps back, glaring at him through blond bangs.
The male immediately gives up, but it's too late, he's already caught the attention of their other friend.
"Damn, Blasty, what's got you all bent out of shape?" Camie asks, popping her gum like it's a national sport.
For third year, she'd decided to transfer to UA, and he can't say that he hates having her around.
For third year, she'd decided to transfer to UA, and he can't say that he hates having her around.
Shinsou had been an odd little addition to their twosome, but for some reason it worked out great.
They always ate lunch on the roof, and occasionally he would join them when he didn't wanna be around his normal squad.
Or in this case, around Kirishima.
They always ate lunch on the roof, and occasionally he would join them when he didn't wanna be around his normal squad.
Or in this case, around Kirishima.
"I'm not bent out of shape," He growls, glaring at her as well.
"I'd believe you if you hadn't just melted your spoon."
Fuck.
"I melt spoons all the time," he argues, reaching for a napkin.
"We've been at lunch for five minutes!"
"I'd believe you if you hadn't just melted your spoon."
Fuck.
"I melt spoons all the time," he argues, reaching for a napkin.
"We've been at lunch for five minutes!"
He huffs, shoving his bento to the side.
"/Fine/. There's...something wrong."
"Ooo, c'mon, lay it all on mama."
"Shut the fuck up! Look, it's just," he huffs, crossing his arms with a scowl dark scowl. "I'm frustrated..."
"With what?" Shinsou asks with a frown.
"/Fine/. There's...something wrong."
"Ooo, c'mon, lay it all on mama."
"Shut the fuck up! Look, it's just," he huffs, crossing his arms with a scowl dark scowl. "I'm frustrated..."
"With what?" Shinsou asks with a frown.
"If this is about Aizawa's pop quiz earlier, you know damn well you aced that shit, son," Camie adds.
"No, no, nothing like that. It's more of an...in the pants frustration..."
A beat of silence.
And then...
"Ohhhhhh," both of them reply in unison.
"No, no, nothing like that. It's more of an...in the pants frustration..."
A beat of silence.
And then...
"Ohhhhhh," both of them reply in unison.
He flushes straight down to his toes, clenching his hands to smoke from his embarrassment.
"Shut /up/, oh my fucking God," he groans, knocking his head against the wall behind him.
"Aw, don't be shy, Blasty," Camie says cheerfully. "It happens to the best of us!"
"Shut /up/, oh my fucking God," he groans, knocking his head against the wall behind him.
"Aw, don't be shy, Blasty," Camie says cheerfully. "It happens to the best of us!"
"Speak for yourself," Shinsou cuts in with a smirk.
Both blonds glare at him, and Camie huffs loudly.
"Fine, it happens to the /single/ of us."
"You literally have a girlfriend."
"Fine!" she yells, throwing up her hands. "Apparently, it only happens to Blasty!"
Both blonds glare at him, and Camie huffs loudly.
"Fine, it happens to the /single/ of us."
"You literally have a girlfriend."
"Fine!" she yells, throwing up her hands. "Apparently, it only happens to Blasty!"
"Wow, thanks, I feel so much better," he deadpans.
Camie shrugs, popping an octoweenie into her mouth.
"Look, I can't argue with facts, okay? Especially when Shinsou won't let me temporarily ignore them."
"That's what I'm here for."
Camie shrugs, popping an octoweenie into her mouth.
"Look, I can't argue with facts, okay? Especially when Shinsou won't let me temporarily ignore them."
"That's what I'm here for."
"You're both terrible, and I don't know why I grace you with my fucking presence," Katsuki sighs.
"Well, according to you, you have nothing better to do you," Shinsou replies with a smirk.
Camie snorts into her soda.
"Well, according to you, you have nothing better to do you," Shinsou replies with a smirk.
Camie snorts into her soda.
"Eat me."
"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Katsuki doesn't bother to respond.
Especially when they all know Shinsou's right.
"I still think you should buy a dildo or something," Camie says around another bite of food.
"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Katsuki doesn't bother to respond.
Especially when they all know Shinsou's right.
"I still think you should buy a dildo or something," Camie says around another bite of food.
"Do /you/ know of any fireproof dildos that don't cost an arm and a fucking leg? Believe me, I've done some incredibly deep web searches, and either they're too expensive, too good to be true, or too much of a fucking hassle."
"How is gaining access to regular orgasms too much of a hassle?"
"When the person selling the fireproof dildo wants proof of you using it, and is only willing to sell in person to make sure you complete your end of the deal."
Both Camie and Shinsou wince.
"Damn, dude."
"When the person selling the fireproof dildo wants proof of you using it, and is only willing to sell in person to make sure you complete your end of the deal."
Both Camie and Shinsou wince.
"Damn, dude."
He sighs, rubbing a frustrated hand through his hair.
"And then, Kirishima comes along and gives me some of the best orgasms of my fucking life, and I-!"
"Stop!" Camie shouts, holding out an actual hand to halt him mid sentence. "Kirishima did /what/?"
"And then, Kirishima comes along and gives me some of the best orgasms of my fucking life, and I-!"
"Stop!" Camie shouts, holding out an actual hand to halt him mid sentence. "Kirishima did /what/?"
He almost lies before deciding that he just...does not have the energy.
"You fucking heard me," he snaps, glaring at her.
"When was this?!"
"Saturday. And the /only/ reason I didn't bring it up is because I'm not supposed to talk about it."
"You fucking heard me," he snaps, glaring at her.
"When was this?!"
"Saturday. And the /only/ reason I didn't bring it up is because I'm not supposed to talk about it."
"Why not?! That sounds like the best part if your weekend!" the blond woman exclaims.
"It fucking /was/! But Kirishima made this whole big deal about 'acting like it didn't happen' and I couldn't say no because we're already on thin ice since he confessed to me-"
"It fucking /was/! But Kirishima made this whole big deal about 'acting like it didn't happen' and I couldn't say no because we're already on thin ice since he confessed to me-"
"HE WHAT?!"
"Man, you've really been holding out on us, huh?" Shinsou says with a smirk.
Camie looks as if she's going to pop, staring at him with wide, shocked eyes as she struggles to take in everything he'd just said.
"Man, you've really been holding out on us, huh?" Shinsou says with a smirk.
Camie looks as if she's going to pop, staring at him with wide, shocked eyes as she struggles to take in everything he'd just said.
"Are there any /other/ bombs you wanna just fucking drop into our generic lunch conversation??"
"....He has the best dick I've ever tasted."
"BAKUGOU!"
Shinsou breaks down, shoving a hand over his mouth to muffle his guffaws as his shoulders shake violently.
"....He has the best dick I've ever tasted."
"BAKUGOU!"
Shinsou breaks down, shoving a hand over his mouth to muffle his guffaws as his shoulders shake violently.
But Camie is entirely focused on him, her eyes alert with the need for more information.
"So /you're/ telling /me/, that at some point between however long ago and /right now/, Kirishima confessed to you."
"Yes."
"When?"
"New Years Eve."
"So /you're/ telling /me/, that at some point between however long ago and /right now/, Kirishima confessed to you."
"Yes."
"When?"
"New Years Eve."
She punches him in the arm. Hard.
"OW!"
"YOU LONELY BITCH! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY YES??"
He rubs at his now sore arm, scowling viciously.
"I can't just accept every confession that drops out of the fucking sky, Camie!"
"SAYS WHO?"
"OW!"
"YOU LONELY BITCH! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY YES??"
He rubs at his now sore arm, scowling viciously.
"I can't just accept every confession that drops out of the fucking sky, Camie!"
"SAYS WHO?"
"Easy girl," Shinsou says, still chuckling as he waves a quick hand in her direction. "Let's at least hear what he has to say."
He has to stop himself from childishly sticking out his tongue at her.
She frowns and relents, crossing her arms over her chest.
He has to stop himself from childishly sticking out his tongue at her.
She frowns and relents, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine! Go ahead and explain then!"
He continues to rub his arm for a little while longer, trying to put his thoughts in order so they come out making sense.
"Look, I couldn't accept his confession, alright," he mumbles at the ground beneath them.
He continues to rub his arm for a little while longer, trying to put his thoughts in order so they come out making sense.
"Look, I couldn't accept his confession, alright," he mumbles at the ground beneath them.
"Why not?"
He shrugs, not looking at either of them.
"Because what would have happened if I had said yes? I'm not exactly the best person, or easy to get along with. I'm not always smiling, like Denki, or pretty like Mina."
He shrugs, not looking at either of them.
"Because what would have happened if I had said yes? I'm not exactly the best person, or easy to get along with. I'm not always smiling, like Denki, or pretty like Mina."
He can feel their eyes on him, but he doesn't look up.
Not yet.
"I'm attractive as fuck, and a good fighter obviously, but at the end of the day, what can I bring to the table? A sure win during a training exercise? A good grade on a test? He deserves more than that."
Not yet.
"I'm attractive as fuck, and a good fighter obviously, but at the end of the day, what can I bring to the table? A sure win during a training exercise? A good grade on a test? He deserves more than that."
A beat of silence.
"And he's so /sure/ about his feelings, but what if that's only right now? What if somewhere down the line, he decides he's not as sure as he thought, and we break up. That would /kill me/. I couldn't go back to just friends after that."
"And he's so /sure/ about his feelings, but what if that's only right now? What if somewhere down the line, he decides he's not as sure as he thought, and we break up. That would /kill me/. I couldn't go back to just friends after that."
He sighs, a deep one from the middle of his gut.
"I guess I'm just scared that he'll find someone better than me while he's /with/ me."
He's looking down, so he doesn't notice the hand flying at him until it's smacking him across the back of his head.
"OW, YOU FUCKING BITCH-!"
"I guess I'm just scared that he'll find someone better than me while he's /with/ me."
He's looking down, so he doesn't notice the hand flying at him until it's smacking him across the back of his head.
"OW, YOU FUCKING BITCH-!"
"If you don't get that absolute bullshit sob story outta my face," Camie snaps at him, whacking him again while Shinsou watches in amusement.
"Stop, STOP!"
"I can't believe you!" she continues to yell as she sits back, leaving Katsuki to nurse his wounds.
"Stop, STOP!"
"I can't believe you!" she continues to yell as she sits back, leaving Katsuki to nurse his wounds.
"You're gonna let a great guy like Kirishima slip through your fucking fingers because of the /possibility/ that he might fall out of love with you?! A possibility that would /never/ happen?!"
"How can you say that?! How do you know?!" He demands angrily.
"How can you say that?! How do you know?!" He demands angrily.
"How could I /not/ fucking know?! Are you even aware of how much time and effort Kirishima puts into you as a /friend/?"
He pauses, squinting at her.
"...What do you mean?"
She lunges for him, and only Shinsou yanking her back stops her from smacking him again.
He pauses, squinting at her.
"...What do you mean?"
She lunges for him, and only Shinsou yanking her back stops her from smacking him again.
"What Camie means, in her own, extremely violent way, is that while we understand your concerns, and can sympathize with your worries, we feel that we should inform you of the fact that you're being extremely stupid," he says calmly, putting the blond woman in a loose headlock.
He scowls, glaring at them both to hide his confusion.
"What do you mean...?"
"Kirishima is so in love with you it's not even funny!" Camie yells from the crook of Shinsou's elbow. "He's /gone/ gone, space case, wack a doo over Baku-boo."
"What do you mean...?"
"Kirishima is so in love with you it's not even funny!" Camie yells from the crook of Shinsou's elbow. "He's /gone/ gone, space case, wack a doo over Baku-boo."
"She's right," Shinsou says before he can tell her she's wrong. "Kirishima does stuff for you and with you that he never does for anyone else. Like Saturday sparring."
"That's just to become better fighters!" He argues.
"What about the special spice cookies he makes for you?"
"That's just to become better fighters!" He argues.
"What about the special spice cookies he makes for you?"
"T-those are just because he likes baking!"
"Your not so secret sleepovers?" Shinsou asks.
"I have nightmares!"
"And the special playlist on his phone made /especially/ for you?"
"He's just nice!"
"What about the chocolate he brings you during Shark Week?" Camie says.
"Your not so secret sleepovers?" Shinsou asks.
"I have nightmares!"
"And the special playlist on his phone made /especially/ for you?"
"He's just nice!"
"What about the chocolate he brings you during Shark Week?" Camie says.
"He does that for everyone!"
"What about knowing your mom and dad's birthdays?!"
He falters, and they run him over before he has a chance to catch himself.
"What about the massages he gives you when you work your arms too hard during training?" Shinsou says.
"What about knowing your mom and dad's birthdays?!"
He falters, and they run him over before he has a chance to catch himself.
"What about the massages he gives you when you work your arms too hard during training?" Shinsou says.
"And the seat he always saves for you during game night?" Camie questions.
"The way he always has an extra towel for you during workouts?"
"How he always has an extra toothbrush because he knows you brush too hard?"
"Always has a hat when you get cold?"
"The way he always has an extra towel for you during workouts?"
"How he always has an extra toothbrush because he knows you brush too hard?"
"Always has a hat when you get cold?"
"Always waits for you after class?"
"Never schedules anything during your study sessions together?"
"Always makes sure you stay hydrated during training?"
"Always had hankie in his pocket because he knows you sweat a lot?"
"Never schedules anything during your study sessions together?"
"Always makes sure you stay hydrated during training?"
"Always had hankie in his pocket because he knows you sweat a lot?"
"Always congratulates you on a good day?"
"Always makes you hot chocolate after a bad one?"
"Always asks your opinion on his thoughts?"
"Always has spare clothes in his room in case you come over?"
"Never makes you feel left out?"
"Always thinks of you?"
"Always makes you hot chocolate after a bad one?"
"Always asks your opinion on his thoughts?"
"Always has spare clothes in his room in case you come over?"
"Never makes you feel left out?"
"Always thinks of you?"
"STOP!"
They both go silent, but even him yelling can't wipe the smug looks from their faces.
"Face facts, boo," Camie says as Shinsou releases her from her prison. "The boy is gone for you. And you're just as gone for him."
"...But it's scary," he whispers.
They both go silent, but even him yelling can't wipe the smug looks from their faces.
"Face facts, boo," Camie says as Shinsou releases her from her prison. "The boy is gone for you. And you're just as gone for him."
"...But it's scary," he whispers.
"It's one of the scariest things there is," Shinsou confirms with a slow nod.
"But I have it on good authority that you're one of the bravest people in the world," Camie says.
He snorts.
"Oh, yeah? Who said that, me?"
"Nope. Kirishima."
"But I have it on good authority that you're one of the bravest people in the world," Camie says.
He snorts.
"Oh, yeah? Who said that, me?"
"Nope. Kirishima."
He takes a deep breath, and then slowly lets it out, looking at each of their faces.
"Damn. Guess I have to confess to him now, huh?"
"You really, /really/ do. I'll be damned if we just laid out that bad ass argument for you to not, I'll skin you alive," Camie replies.
"Damn. Guess I have to confess to him now, huh?"
"You really, /really/ do. I'll be damned if we just laid out that bad ass argument for you to not, I'll skin you alive," Camie replies.
He snorts, reaching out to lightly shove her arm.
"Fuck you."
"We love you, too, Blasty."
"Well love you more when you and Kirishima work out all that unresolved sexual tension," Shinsou interjects.
"Oh my god, /right/?!"
"Fuck you."
"We love you, too, Blasty."
"Well love you more when you and Kirishima work out all that unresolved sexual tension," Shinsou interjects.
"Oh my god, /right/?!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
✨👀✨
Katsuki's head is full of scenarios for how he's gonna confess his feelings to Kirishima, but in the end he just decides to straight up go for it.
He already knows that the red head likes him. The only thing left is to admit that he likes him back.
He already knows that the red head likes him. The only thing left is to admit that he likes him back.
He huffs, glaring at the door on front of him.
Easier said than done. Hell, easier /thought/ than done. It's one thing to do it in theory, but another thing entirely to make himself do it in real life. He's nervous. He still feels like this is a bad idea.
Easier said than done. Hell, easier /thought/ than done. It's one thing to do it in theory, but another thing entirely to make himself do it in real life. He's nervous. He still feels like this is a bad idea.
"You know, if you're not going to knock, you could at least stop smoking up the hallways."
He jumps with a repressed yelp, whipping around to face an amused Kirishima,
An amused, /sweaty/ Kirishima, wearing shorts and a loose tank top with a towel around his neck.
He jumps with a repressed yelp, whipping around to face an amused Kirishima,
An amused, /sweaty/ Kirishima, wearing shorts and a loose tank top with a towel around his neck.
Katsuki swallows the needy noise that wants to crawl out of his throat and directs his gaze to his hands, shaking them out to stop the steady stream of smoke from his palms.
Fuck his Quirk for giving him such an obvious tell.
"You went to the gym?" he asks nonchalantly.
Fuck his Quirk for giving him such an obvious tell.
"You went to the gym?" he asks nonchalantly.
"Pretty early for you, isn't it?"
Kirishima hums, smiling patiently as he refuses to meet his eyes.
"Yeah, I had some, uh...aggression...to work out."
Katsuki swallows thickly, his insides pulsing.
"I-is that so?"
"Mmm."
Kirishima hums, smiling patiently as he refuses to meet his eyes.
"Yeah, I had some, uh...aggression...to work out."
Katsuki swallows thickly, his insides pulsing.
"I-is that so?"
"Mmm."
They stand there in awkward silence, not saying anything or looking at each other, for a few good minutes before Katsuki remembers why he's there.
"U-um, can we go inside? I need to talk to you."
"Sure."
He steps out of the way to let him open the door, his eyes locked on -
"U-um, can we go inside? I need to talk to you."
"Sure."
He steps out of the way to let him open the door, his eyes locked on -
- the rippling muscles in his back as he opens the door. Fuck, what he wouldn't give to run his tongue across the dips and valleys hidden there.
"You coming?"
"Yeah," he replies, wincing at how throaty and needy his voice sounds.
"You coming?"
"Yeah," he replies, wincing at how throaty and needy his voice sounds.
Kirishima doesn't call him out on it, but he does tense for the /briefest/ of seconds before physically shaking it off, so Katsuki knows that he heard it.
Heard the bone deep /longing/ in his voice.
He clears his throat harshly as the red head makes a beeline for the -
Heard the bone deep /longing/ in his voice.
He clears his throat harshly as the red head makes a beeline for the -
- mini fridge resting next to his bed, pulling out a fresh bottle of water and gulping it down in several long swallows while the blond reaches behind him to push the door closed.
"Thirsty?" Kirishima calls over his shoulder.
"Thirsty?" Kirishima calls over his shoulder.
He can think of several different ways that he is currently thirsty and not a single one of them have anything to do with water.
"No, thank you..."
"Suit yourself. What's up?"
Katsuki shrugs, rocking awkwardly back and forth on the balls of his feet as he stares at the wall.
"No, thank you..."
"Suit yourself. What's up?"
Katsuki shrugs, rocking awkwardly back and forth on the balls of his feet as he stares at the wall.
"Can't a guy come say hi to the best friend that he just realized he might be in love with?"
Kirishima chokes and Katsuki does nothing to save him.
Maybe if he dies, they won't have to continue this conversation and he can escape with his pride intact.
Kirishima chokes and Katsuki does nothing to save him.
Maybe if he dies, they won't have to continue this conversation and he can escape with his pride intact.
But nope, Kirishima survives.
Dammit.
"W-what?!"
Katsuki huffs, cursing his luck.
"I /said/ that I might be in love with you. Is that a problem?!"
He's still looking at the wall when he says it, which means he doesn't see it when Kirishima rushes him.
Dammit.
"W-what?!"
Katsuki huffs, cursing his luck.
"I /said/ that I might be in love with you. Is that a problem?!"
He's still looking at the wall when he says it, which means he doesn't see it when Kirishima rushes him.
Three hundred plus pounds of beefcake slams into him from the side, making him yell as they both go tumbling onto the bed.
Kirishima's smile Is blinding, his eyes bright and happier than he'd ever seen them.
It makes him heart flip in weird ways in his chest.
"You love me?!"
Kirishima's smile Is blinding, his eyes bright and happier than he'd ever seen them.
It makes him heart flip in weird ways in his chest.
"You love me?!"
"Get off, you animal," he yells, blasting at the males already pre-hardened arms as the redhead tries to snuggle him.
"You said love me!"
"I said maybe!"
"I'll take it!"
His angry reply is cut off by a firm pair of lips pressing against his own.
"You said love me!"
"I said maybe!"
"I'll take it!"
His angry reply is cut off by a firm pair of lips pressing against his own.
He fights to not melt against the attack, but it's hard when Kirishima's lips are so soft and there's a strong, gentle hand curling around the back of his head to better angle him into it.
So he just...stops fighting.
It's surprisingly easy.
So he just...stops fighting.
It's surprisingly easy.
He's properly dazed by the time Kirishima pulls away, staring up at the red head with clouded eyes.
"You love me?" Kirishima whispers, his face awed as he stares into Katsuki's eyes.
"You love me?" Kirishima whispers, his face awed as he stares into Katsuki's eyes.
The blond flushes, but his hands reach up, threading gently through long red hair that had sweated out it's hair gel hours ago.
"I always have, I guess I just...have issues that according to Shinsou and Camie make me stupid."
"I always have, I guess I just...have issues that according to Shinsou and Camie make me stupid."
"Do you wanna talk about them with me?"
"Not right now. Everything is...a little bit much right now. Can we just cuddle?"
Kirishima almost hits him in the face with his elbow in his rush to get them comfortable, with the blond as the little spoon.
"Not right now. Everything is...a little bit much right now. Can we just cuddle?"
Kirishima almost hits him in the face with his elbow in his rush to get them comfortable, with the blond as the little spoon.
"Well, don't /kill/ me about it or anything," Katsuki snorts, reaching down to grab the blanket at the foot of the bed.
"Sorry," the redhead says sheepishly. But it doesn't stop him from pulling the other closer, burying his face into the back of his neck.
"Sorry," the redhead says sheepishly. But it doesn't stop him from pulling the other closer, burying his face into the back of his neck.
"You smell good..."
"You smell like shit."
It is in that exact moment that KIrishima remembers that he'd just spent almost three hours in the gym with the mindset that he would be in his room alone until shower time. But instead of being self conscious...
"...You like it."
"You smell like shit."
It is in that exact moment that KIrishima remembers that he'd just spent almost three hours in the gym with the mindset that he would be in his room alone until shower time. But instead of being self conscious...
"...You like it."
"Fuck off, stinky."
Kirishima sniggers, his smile wide and happy where it's pressed against the back of Bakugou's neck.
"Sorry. I wasn't expecting company. I actually wasn't supposed to be back until a little closer towards shower time."
Kirishima sniggers, his smile wide and happy where it's pressed against the back of Bakugou's neck.
"Sorry. I wasn't expecting company. I actually wasn't supposed to be back until a little closer towards shower time."
"What made you come back early?"
There was a pause, and then Kirishima's face pops out of his neck, astonishment written all over it.
"Actually, it was Shinsou and Camie! They'd come in for a sparring session, and asked me if I would be okay with letting them train in private."
There was a pause, and then Kirishima's face pops out of his neck, astonishment written all over it.
"Actually, it was Shinsou and Camie! They'd come in for a sparring session, and asked me if I would be okay with letting them train in private."
Bakugou snorted, rolling his eyes even as a pleased smirk curled his lips.
"Those fuckers. They knew I was coming here. They probably saw you training through the windows and came up with an on the spot lie to make you leave."
"Those fuckers. They knew I was coming here. They probably saw you training through the windows and came up with an on the spot lie to make you leave."
The taller male takes all of three seconds to think about that before pulling the blond even closer, ignoring his squawk of outrage.
"Well, I guess I'll have to thank them, then."
"You better fucking not. They have big ass egos already."
"Well, I guess I'll have to thank them, then."
"You better fucking not. They have big ass egos already."
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