Kirishima cocks an eyebrow at the weird text message he'd just received, munching his way through a cookie.
It was the middle of the day, and he'd just let a pack of feral year twelve students loose for lunch before retiring to -
- the teachers lounge with his own to eat with his friends.
He doesn't normally get texts. Anyone who truly knows him knows that they can just call if they need to, provided he isn't in the middle of class. Which means that whoever is texting him is either a bot, or a stranger.
But he can't just leave the message on read. That would be rude! And being rude is...well, rude.
📲 Me: Yes, this is he! And you are...?
"Who ya textin', Kirishima?" Mina asks him, licking a bit of ketchup from his thumb.
"Dunno. Some stranger," he replies.
"Oh-ho, a booty call," Denki says, elbowing him jokingly.
Kirishima gently shoves him away, rolling his eyes.
"/No/, it's not a booty call. I would have to actually /go/ places to get a number for a booty call."
"Well maybe if you took us up on our clubbing offers, you'd -
- /have/ some," Sero interjects, popping a few fries into his mouth.
The redhead grimaces, taking another bite of his cookie.
"But clubs are so /gross/, bro! It's all...sticky floors and walking in on bathroom blowjobs."
"/Exactly/."
Kirishima rolls his eyes, taking a drink -
- of his drink as he opens the new message he'd just received...
Only to promptly choke on it.
"Kirishima, ew!" Mina squeals as green veggie fruit smoothie goes flying across the table. Luckily, it only hits the table itself and a few stray napkins, as well as his own food.
He'd hate to ruin everyone else's lunch.
"F-fuck," he wheezes, thankfully grabbing the spare napkins that Sero hands him. "Sorry, wrong pipe."
"Don't sweat it, bro! Are you okay though?" Denki asks, gently patting his back.
"I am, but my lunch isn't," he replies, frowning at -
- his now ruined food. "Guess I'll be leaving a little early today, guys."
"Are we still on for movie night later?" Mina calls as he trashes his meal.
"Sure! But if you bring 'The Notebook' again, you're uninvited."
"'The Notebook' is a good movie!"
Kirishima ignores her, waving at his other two friends as he leaves the room.
He makes it all the way to his classroom and locks the door before he has an absolute breakdown.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK," he whispers to himself, pacing the room as he pulls his phone from his -
- pocket with shaking hands.
Maybe it was a fluke? Meant for someone else?? But no, he'd been asked /specifically/ for his name, of course it was for him.
FUCK.
Maybe it was his imagination! Maybe he'd just /deluded/ himself and there was nothing even there!
Yeah.
That's it.
With a firm nod to harden his resolve, Kirishima unlocks his phone...
Only to immediately lock it again, flushing from his neck to the tips of his dyed red hair.
Nope.
Definitely still there.
Fuck.
Okay.
Definitely still there, and definitely for him.
Fuck.
FUCK.
Kirishima hesitantly unlocks his phone again.
And stares.
It's not a bot, or a stranger, or even an auto message about his car's extended warranty.
It's a picture.
Kirishima swallows /hard/, his dick jumping in his pants.
It's taken from the floor, angled up so that he -
- can see everything in the picture.
And /fuck/, there is a lot of picture to see.
Beautiful, pale skin is the first thing that he notices.
Endless miles of it, soft looking even in the harsh fluorescent lights of the glow of school bathroom lights.
A lithe looking torso, framed by an innocent white button down and topped off with a pair of deliciously fleshy tits, each nipple pierced through with a silver metal hoop that he /aches/ to tug on with his teeth.
Legs that seem to go on forever.
One placed on the floor, and the other bent and cocked /way/ up high against the wall of the bathroom stall, giving him the perfect view of small, neatly trimmed fingers disappearing into a tight, unreasonably wet looking hole.
Kirishima swallows down his drool.
And last but not least, burning ruby red eyes and a wicked, teasing grin, sharp and just a little mean and painfully /familiar/.
"Fuck," he groans softly, palming his rock hard dick /once/ in his jeans before forcing himself to pull away.
Because as /much/ as he wanted to, it wouldn't be right for him to jerk off to one of his students.
📲 Me: How did you get this number?
📱Unknown: Who knows?
📲 Me: Delete it.
📱Unknown: Why?
📲Me: Bakugou.
📱Unknown: Mmmmm yeah, say my name.
He's in the middle ot a message telling the other how HIGHLY inappropriate this is when another message comes through.
He swallows down an unholy noise as the picture loads flooding his brain with the image of Bakugou's soft, pink lips wrapped around a dildo that doesn't even come /close/ to the actual size of his own penis.
📱Unknown: Bet I could take you.
And yes, Kirishima is a teacher, but he is in no way a saint and every way a tease.
📲Me: Not unless that bad boy can extend about six more inches.
📲Me: Delete my number.
📱Unknown: SIX??????
Kirishima smirks, about to bag his phone and be done with it, when several other messages come through at once.
📱Unknown: Oh fuck
📱Unknown: That's so big
📱Unknown: It probably wouldn't even fit in me shit
📱Unknown: I don't think I've ever
📱Unknown: That deep
📱Unknown: Fuck
/Fuck/, indeed. Kirishima almost crushes his phone in his goddamn hand.
📱Unknown: video_001
He doesn't want to click it. Doesn't want to fall deeper into whatever rabbit hole this is.
But he can't stop himself.
The video starts off shaky and black, but then the camera pans out?b and suddenly Kirishima is looking straight into Bakugou's eyes through the screen, clouded with lust and just a little bit of his usual mischief.
And then he's looking at so much more.
He groans deep in his chest when the camera is moved to focus on the prettiest looking count he's ever seen, dusted with the barest hint of blond pubic hair and spread around the dildo that had been in his mouth earlier.
"So," he hears, louder in the emptiness of his classroom.
"If this one reaches here," Bakugou mumbles, placing his hand gently on the under curve of his stomach, "then six more inches would be..."
He watches raptly as the other finger walks a path up his stomach, measured out to six inches, and lands...
Just above his belly button.
Kirishima almost bursts into flames.
Bakugou is similarly affected of the high pitched, punched out whine is anything to go by.
"Oh, fuck," he moans, rolling his hips forward even as his hand stays pressed against his stomach. "/Fuck/, you'd be so god damn deep...Kirishima...!"
The video cuts at that exact moment and Kirishima has to stop himself from hunting the small blond down to watch the rest of his performance in person. His dick might at well be made of fucking /stone/, he's so hard and knowing the blond is probably still in that stall, moaning -
- his name is /not/ helping him go soft.
But the school bell ringing, sudden and sharp and loud, does a great job of it.
He locks his phone and shoves it into his bag, and not even one full minute later, students start trickling into the room.
Curse his classroom for being so close to the cafeteria!
He manages to greet everyone with his usual enthusiasm though, and no one suddenly calls him out for having a video and pictures of his student fucking themselves in the school bathroom though, so he's gonna count it as -
- a win.
The final warning bell rings two seconds before Bakugou skids into the classroom, cheeks still as flushed as they were in his video.
Fuck, he has to stop thinking about the video.
"You're la-ate~," Kirishima sing songs, trying to pretend he isn't flashbacking to the -
- way the blond had moaned his name as he reaches underneath his desk for the homework jar. "That'll be one Kirishima Koin, please."
Bakugou scowls, reaching into his folder for one of the chunky cardboard circles that the teacher had handed out to everyone on the first day.
A total of 10 in all, they were used by the students to allow them up to three extra days to turn in any kind of work and still receive full credit. They lost Koins for being late, getting detention, or being suspended.
And each were labeled with the students initials on ome side so that no one could cheat and trade, as well as his own special symbol on the other side so that no one could just make them whenever they wanted and cheat the system.
"These Koins are stupid," the blond mumbles, dropping one into the jar.
"These Koins are the reason you're not gonna get docked points for being late to class today. Now please take your seat."
The blond huffs, but obeys quietly.
Kirishima would almost think the previous half hour hadn't just happened if his sharp eyes didn't catch the slight limp in the blond's stride, as if he'd taken something big inside of himself.
As if that something was still there.
But surely, Bakugou wouldn't-?
Not in class-!
But nope, as soon as he reaches his seat (conveniently all the way at the back of the class) and sits down, his hips twitch forward and his eyes roll back and suddenly Kirishima can't stand up.
"S-so I know usually I would have something planned for you guys, -
- but how does a free period sound instead? Maybe you guys can get some work down for other classes? Or if you don't have anything, just...do something quiet? No watching videos or loud music in headphone. Just...quiet time. Sounds good?"
It's not the first time he's given them a free period, so no one thinks twice about taking him up on his offer and pulling out text books or phones.
In fact, from the corner of his eyes where he is definitely NOT watching, he sees Bakugou pull out his own.
Less than a minute later, he hears the faint buzz of his own in his bag.
Fuck.
He swallows and ignores it, reaching instead for a stack of ungraded papers on his desk.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
"Mr. Kirishima is that your phone?" A student closer to his desk asks curiously.
"Oh, is it? I didn't notice," he says, hoping his voice isn't as strained as it sounds to himself.
His fingers wrap around his phone just as it vibrates again.
He doesn't want to open it. Doesn't want to give the blond the satisfaction of his flushed face and bitten lip.
Buzz.
But /fuck/, temptation was strong.
With shaking fingers, he unlocks his phone again.
There's one new picture, followed by several new messages.
The picture is an up close and personal shot of his pussy, still stretched around his dildo, but now glistening with sticky -
- looking juices that Kirishima /ached/ to lick clean.
📱Unknown: Wish you were here 💖
📱Unknown: I barely made it to class
📱Unknown: My legs were shaking so bad
📱Unknown: I've never done that before
📱Unknown: With a dildo I mean
📱Unknown: I usually use my fingers
📱Unknown: I wish you would use /your/ fingers
📱Unknown: They're so fucking thick
📱Unknown: You'd stretch me so far open on just one
📱Unknown: Fuck
Kirishima exhales slowly through his mouth, trying to pretend that he isn't affected by -
- that image.
Where did he even learn to talk like this??
📲Me: What happened to deleting my number?
📱Unknown: I heard you.
📱Unknown: Doesn't mean I have to agree to it.
📲Me: I can just block your number, you know.
📱Unknown: So do it.
He doesn't do it.
📲Me: Why are you doing this?
📲Me: Is this a joke to you or something?
📲Me: Did you make a bet with your friends that I'm secretly a pervert or something?
📱Unknown: /Are/ you secretly a pervert, Mr. Kirishima?
As if he was in the closet about it anymore.
📲Me: No.
📱Unknown: Liar.
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Katsuki knew it was his fault the minute the the hot, rough hand covers his mouth and yanks him back against a broad chest.
It had been on the news for God's sake, a string of crimes, multiple people being taken advantage of in their homes. He didn't even /think/-
"Oooooo, what do we have here?" A rough, almost purr of a voice whispers excitedly in his ear, even as stronger that he would ever think possible hands wretch his struggling arms behind his back. "A guy? We haven't had one of those in a /while/."
How is he supposed to know he's being tricked when his owner gives him that smile? That soft, secret smile that he saves only for Kirishima which never fails to send his tail wagging at supersonic speeds.