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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku, Bakugou_Katsuki/Kirishima_Eijirou/
      Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku, Kirishima_Eijirou
  Additional Tags:
      Kink_Meme, one_shots, sweat_kink, Scent_Kink, Clothes_Stealing, Mutual
      Masturbation, Villain_Deku, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Omorashi, Humiliation
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-10 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3977
****** Leave Me Wanting More ******
by Daddy_Fluff_(Agent_Fluff)
Summary
     A collection of all the BNHA Kink Meme fills I've done, separated by
     chapter and not connected in the slightest.
Notes
     Contents: Kiri/Deku, mutual masturbation, sweat kink, stealing
     Bakugou's sweaty clothes
***** Tango for Two *****
Deku doesn’t want to say he’s been strategically moving around his schedule for
the past few weeks so his workout routine happened to fall during the same time
Bakugou had his, but that’d be lying. He can’t help indulging himself in the
workout room; all the training equipment is too easy for him to lift with his
new breakthroughs in his quirk, and his mind wanders. It was easy to latch onto
the sight of Bakugou doing chin-ups, push ups, weight training, or crossfit. He
always wore such tight fitting tank tops and black gym shorts that would
sometimes show off the outline of his dick if they were lucky.
 
Bakugou never seemed to notice he was being gawked at during his training
sessions—either that or he wasn’t bothered by Deku’s lust, which seemed
incredibly unlikely to him. He’d only gone three days pulling this voyeurism
until it stopped being enough for him to get off to later in the shower or the
confines of his dorm. He’d needed  more,  and found his own relief in the
laundry basket of the gym.
 
Bakugou always brought a change of clothes with him to change into after a
post-workout shower, meaning he always threw his dirty ones into the hamper
that got cleaned courtesy of the school staff. Deku had been wracked with so
much guilt for lifting Bakugou’s shirt from the basket the first time, fingers
trembling and eyes triple checking the room so he wouldn’t be caught—and now he
was practically an expert at it. Slinging his workout bag over his shoulder as
if he was dropping off his own clothes to be washed and swapping out one dirty
shirt for another without another thought came second nature to him.
 
Today was supposed to be the same—except this time, Kirishima joined Bakugou’s
workout routine. Deku wasn’t going to complain about the added fuel to his
hard-on, even if the sight of his childhood friend and long-time crush hanging
out with someone else like this  did  send a pang of jealousy through his
veins. The two had just finished up a one-armed push-up contest that Bakugou
won, when Deku noticed the way Kirishima’s gaze lingered on Bakugou’s sweat-
soaked chest. He noticed the way Kirishima seemed to get more and more
distracted as their workout went on. And, as if the cherry atop the icing, he
noticed the way Kirishima practically had to restrain himself when Bakugou
stretched his arms above his head, giving his gym mate quite the whiff of his
nitroglycerin laced sweat.
 
Kirishima was getting turned on by Bakugou’s scent too.
 
The realization should’ve sent more jealousy shooting through him, since
Kirishima  obviously  stood in a better place to win Bakugou’s feelings, but
all it did was give him this sick feeling of solidarity. Kirishima obviously
shared a similar lust for the asshole of Class 1-A, so why not invite him to
share Bakugou’s shirt later?
 
Deku waits until after Bakugou’s already begun his shower so the chance of him
stepping out or overhearing them were slim before sitting down on the bench
next to Kirishima.
 
“I have a question for you.” Deku starts sweetly, smile not reaching his eyes
and more to save face than anything. He already knows the answer to his
question, but he needs to hear it himself.
 
“What’s up, Midoriya?” Kirishima asks with blinding enthusiasm.
 
“Do you like Kacchan?”
 
Kirishima seems thrown completely off-guard, face turning a shade of red to
rival his hair as he stumbles for an answer. “I-I don’t know what you’re—”
 
Deku gives him what he thinks is a reassuring smile.
 
Kirishima finally sighs in defeat. “Is it that obvious?”
 
He nods, chuckling as Kirishima groans and hides his face behind his hands.
 
Deku lets a few seconds pass before hitting him with the real reason he came
over to talk. “I have another question for you.”
 
Kirishima keeps the majority of his face still buried in his hands, making only
a grunt of acknowledgement to continue.
 
“Would you like to maybe join me in my room after this? I-I mean, you don’t
have to if you don’t want to! It’s just—” Deku double checks Bakugou’s shower
stall before dropping his volume to a whisper and leaning in. “I-I noticed you
were, um—really into how Bakugou smelled. I-uh, I am too. S-So I take his
sweaty clothes from the basket back with me after every workout of his. I know
it’s wrong, but I just can’t help it! And I thought that maybe...maybe you
would want to share them today?”
 
Kirishima is deathly silent for a few seconds before taking in a deep breath
and nodding sharply. “Yeah. I would, uh—I’d love to. When do you—”
 
The water of Bakugou’s shower comes to an abrupt stop, as does their
conversation. They share a glance between each other, trying their best to
avoid watching their friend get changed right in front of them.
 
“I’m going back to my room to study for tomorrow’s test. If you need help, ask
someone else. I’ve had enough of you for the day.” Bakugou says to Kirishima as
he leaves, pointedly ignoring Deku’s existence.
 
Deku waits a few moments to make sure Bakugou is gone before getting up and
rummaging through the hamper for his prize. He stuffs it in his gym bag and
motions for Kirishima to follow him. Kirishima trails behind him in silence
until they reach Deku’s dorm.
 
“So how do we...go about this, exactly?” Kirishima asks after the door closes
and locks behind them, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
 
Deku pulls the shirt and gym shorts from his bag before discarding it off to
the side.
 
“I was thinking that we could, uh—p-pass around the clothes? I mean obviously
Kacchan’s shirt smells most like him, but the shorts are also nice because they
smell really musky and all.” He explains, handing over the gym shorts to his
partner in crime. It sounds really selfish, but Kirishima’s already been really
close to Kacchan’s sweaty body today and already has had such a good smell of
the nitroglycerin laced ecstasy, so he feels like  he  should have the tank
first.
 
Kirishima nods. “Do we just...sit here in silence then?”
 
Deku hums in thought as he strips down to his underwear while Kirishima does
the same.
 
“If you want to? But, I was thinking that maybe we could—” He rolls his bottom
lip between his teeth as he rummages through his bedside stand for the near
empty bottle of lube.
 
“We could  what,  Midoriya?” Kirishima asks, in genuine curiosity.
 
Deku lays on his back against his bed, spreading his legs wide open so he could
get a better angle for when the real fun began. “Maybe we could talk about what
Kacchan would be like? A-And what we’d like him to do to us?”
 
Kirishima finds a comfortable spot on Deku’s carpet and takes a large inhale of
Kacchan’s gym shorts, hand going down to tease around the base of his cock.
“Yeah, we can—yeah, I like that idea.”
 
Deku starts with teasing a fingertip from his balls to the tip of his cock,
shivering when the barest of pleasure simmers low in his gut. He doesn’t know
where to even begin talking with Kirishima about what he thinks Kacchan would
be like to sleep with, or what he would like Kacchan to do to him.
 
Thankfully, Kirishima clears the air with the first thought.
 
“Do you think he would kiss really rough? Tug on our lips with his teeth and be
really claiming?”
 
Deku bites his bottom lip as cups his length loosely and slowly drags his fist
up his length. “W-Well, he doesn’t really care about the other person he’s
kissing and is really impatient—”
 
Kirishima abruptly cuts him off with a spluttered: “You’ve kissed Bakugou
before?”
 
Deku feels heat rushing to his cheeks fast. “It-It was spin the bottle, and we
were twelve! It didn’t mean anything!”
 
He brings the tank top up to his face, taking a deep inhale of Bakugou’s sharp,
almost gunpowder scent. His cock twitches in his hand as it rapidly gets harder
to thoughts of everything he wants Bakugou to do to him.
 
“I-I think if he actually  liked  the person he was kissing, he’d be really
rough and possessive. A l-lot of tongue and t-teeth.” Deku stammers, reliving
that moment four years ago when Bakugou’s lips had been all over his, and their
tongues had fought for supremacy. Is it selfish of him not to tell Kirishima
that their kiss was spurred into becoming deeper by the rest of the people
playing the game?
 
“I-I’d like that.” Kirishima groans, hand now steadily working himself.
 
Deku takes another drag from Bakugou’s tank top before popping the cap on the
lube bottle and pouring some in his hand. He heats the liquid between his
fingers a bit before impatiently shoving his middle finger in up to the first
knuckle. The stretch is odd, but it’s  far  from the first time he’s done
something like this.
 
“I bet he’d leave a lot of bite marks and hickeys to claim you.” Kirishima adds
with a cut off whimper as his hand grips his cock just a little tighter.
 
Deku groans his agreement, pushing his finger in further until it’s seated as
far as it can go. He knows Bakugou would leave marks; he remembers distinctly
when they were barely figuring out what “mouth bruises” were when they were
eight, and Bakugou left them all over his back once they figured out how they
were made. Was it selfish not to share that memory with Kirishima too?
 
“H-He’d use you for his own pleasure, and tell you that too.” Deku hisses,
fucking himself with the one finger for a bit before pushing in his ring
finger. Normally he’d work himself up to four fingers to get the stretch and
burn that he  knows  Bakugou’s cock would give to him, but the thought of
Bakugou fucking him just the way he likes and Kirishima watching and getting
off with him  right now  is driving him crazy.
 
“B-Bakugou’s dirty talk wouldn’t be t-that much different from how he speaks
now.” Kirishima chimes in shakily, hand speeding up as moans start to spill
from his lips.
 
Deku tries to look away from the other, but he can’t. Kirishima looks so
wrecked, and his body is practically glistening with sweat. He brings Bakugou’s
tank top to sit just under his nose so it doesn’t obscure his view of Kirishima
and brings his now free hand to stroke his cock.
 
Deku whimpers as he feels himself getting nearer and nearer to climax. He’s
lost the mental capacity to speak anymore, too far gone in his lust for both
Kirishima and Bakugou. He thinks about Bakugou fucking him doggy style, one
hand gripping his hip bruisingly tight while the other is threaded in his hair
to keep his head from moving as Kirishima fucks his mouth. He thinks about
maybe taking both of them at the same time while being sandwiched between them
and he’s  gone.
 
Deku cums with a loud moan of an odd mixture of both Kirishima and Bakugou’s
name. He milks himself for every last drop of cum, back arching off the bed as
he chases the pleasure until his body feels too heavy to move.
 
Deku opens his eyes, unsure of when he’d closed them, to find Kirishima
watching him intently. His hand is filled with his own cum, and he should look
blissed out, but instead the redhead looks as hungry as the shark his teeth
resemble.
 
“Did—Did you just moan my name?”
 
Deku buries his face in Bakugou’s dirty tank top to hide his blush. “N-No! Yes?
I-I’m sorry if that was weird!”
 
The bed dips beside him as Kirishima takes a seat on the mattress.
 
“It’s not weird. I-I think it’s pretty hot, actually.” Kirishima concedes. He
grabs a few of the tissues from the box on Deku’s night stand to wipe off his
hand and gets dressed again in silence.
 
“Midoriya?”
 
Deku sits up on his elbows as Kirishima pauses at his bedroom door.
 
“Yes, Kirishima-kun?”
 
Kirishima rolls his bottom lip between his teeth for a few seconds before
asking almost too quickly, “Do you want to do this again sometime?”
***** Play with Me *****
Chapter Summary
     Katsuki is abducted by villains during a patrol under his internship
     with Best Jeanist and comes face to face with an old childhood
     friend.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Bakugou/Deku, Villain Deku, non-con, omorashi, degredation
Katsuki has no idea how long he’s been tied down to this chair after being
snatched up by some villain in a fucking bunny suit while he was on patrol with
Best Jeanist. The rope bindings were irritating his wrists where they were
exposed to the wounds he’d created struggling against them. He’s tried blasting
his way out of them to no avail; whoever captured him has the ability to erase
his quirk.
 
Katsuki tugs uselessly on the bindings that keep him strapped to the legs of
the chair. He’s certain he hasn’t been gone for too long, maybe a few hours
tops. It’d all be fine if he wasn’t in a dark ass room lit by a dirty spotlight
pointed directly above him, and it’d be even more fine if he wasn’t wearing
these stupid cotton death traps of jeans that Best Jeanist insisted they all
wore. The waistband of the jeans push against his stomach and awkwardly apply
pressure to his bladder. And, as an extra fuck you, he has to go to the
bathroom really fucking badly.
 
“It’s been quite some time since we last spoke, Kacchan.” A voice from
somewhere in the room speaks.
 
Katsuki’s head shoots to the corner he thinks he heard the voice come from.
“There’s only one person that calls me by that stupid fucking name.”
 
The unnamed voice only chuckles. “I know, Kacchan.”
 
Katsuki bites back a growl as the shadows in the corner seem to shift and a
body seems to come into view. The man apparently holding him captive was an
older version of the best friend he thought was killed when they were four.
 
“Surprised to see me? I’m just as surprised too.” Deku begins, pacing around
the room but staying within Katsuki’s view. “I’m a sniper, you see, which means
I don’t get hands-on with targets that often. But when I heard it was you
they’d captured from Best Jeanist’s agency—well, I just had to steal you away
from the others.”
 
“What the fuck are you talking about, asshole?” Katsuki grits out.
 
“Oh, that’s right. You still think I died eleven years ago.” Deku only laughs
again, shaking his head as he comes to a stand in front of him. “But I fear we
will not have enough time together for me to tell you my story, so why don’t we
have some fun in the meantime.”
 
“Fun?” Katsuki asks, brows furrowed as he watches the corner of Deku’s lip
twitch up.
 
“You probably have to go to the bathroom right around now, don’t you?” Deku
asks with a smirk, receiving his answer through Katsuki’s stubborn silence.
“I’d be surprised if you didn’t, considering all the water I had them pump into
your system through an I.V. drip before you awoke.”
 
Katsuki’s face falls from stubborn indifference to confusion once more, and his
captor laughs again.
 
“Aw what’s with that face? Worried we might have done something horrible to
you?” Deku jokes, resting his cheek against his right hand. “Don’t worry,
Kacchan. I wouldn’t wish any harm on you, and I’m too good of a shot for them
to go against my wish.”
 
“Then why—”
 
Katsuki growls when Deku cuts his sentence off.  Fuck  this kid was annoying.
 
“Why did I give you those I.V. lines? So we could have some fun together,
Kacchan. Just like when we were kids.” Deku says, leaning over so their faces
were a few inches apart. “Do you remember when we were little why we could
never share a bed during sleepovers?”
 
Katsuki’s fingers clench tight as he tries to break free of the ropes once
more, only further spurring on Deku’s laughter.
 
“So you  do  remember.” Deku remarks. “I wonder if you still have the same
problem now.”
 
He presses down against Katsuki’s stomach with a chuckle. Katsuki fights back
the urge to release everything he’s holding, channeling everything into anger
instead. He tries to bite Deku’s upper arm where it’s closest to his mouth.
 
Deku pulls back in time to avoid it, much to his dismay.
 
“It’s only a matter of time, anyway.” He says as if it’s nothing, crossing his
arms over his chest. “I’m not moving an inch until I see my hard work come to
fruition.”
 
Katsuki practically bares his teeth as he growls at the man before him.  Like
hell  he was going to be pissing himself as a show for someone that may or may
not be his childhood friend.
 
Time ticks away slowly, neither of them dropping their gaze. Katsuki holds onto
his resolve as long as he can, but his biology is traitorously siding with Deku
the longer their stare-off continues. He bites his lip as he tries to
stealthily close his legs as far as the bindings will allow. Deku’s smile
returns widely this time.
 
“There’s no shame in relieving yourself, Kacchan. It’s nature, after all.” He
says. “I’ll even help you out of your jeans so you don’t get them all dirty.”
 
“Fuck you.” Katsuki snarls, clenching his teeth as tight as he can and begging
to whatever god there may be listening that he doesn’t piss himself.
 
“You always were a stubborn one.” Deku remarks with a shrug and a fond sigh.
Katsuki desperately tries to think of anything else  but  the way Deku
absolutely exudes confidence was kinda hot. And he definitely doesn’t think
about the way Deku’s white dress shirt clings tightly to his body like it was
made just a little too small so that all his muscle would be shown off.
 
“C’mon, Kacchan. We don’t have much time left, and I want to play with you.
Don’t you want to play with me?” Deku purrs, running one of his hands down his
chest to sit at the waistband of his black dress pants.
 
Katsuki’s eyes track the movement like a starving man, and he hates himself for
it. He absolutely hates how much Deku was working him in all the ways he dreams
of at night, and he hates even more that Deku knew what he was doing to him.
 
The thin control he has on his body is failing quickly, and Deku knows it. The
shit can probably tell by the way he’s squirming in his seat and hissing every
other second. Katsuki clenches his eyes shut so he doesn’t have to see the
gloating smirk Deku will no doubt have in a few seconds. If he gets out of this
alive, he was going to make sure nobody  ever  got wind of what happened here.
 
The first spurt of piss is by far the worst, causing Deku to take a very sharp
breath and take a few steps closer to watch without being in the spill zone. He
thinks of explosions and beating up villains as his bladder empties, choking
back moans of pleasure as white hot  relief  runs through his veins at no
longer having to hold himself back. His jeans manage to somehow stick even more
unpleasantly against his legs, as if the piss was acting as some sort of evil
superglue.
 
When the stream finally hits his foot as it overflows his jeans, his stomach
nearly flips. He’s aware he’s making a substantial mess of the floor beneath
him where his feet are planted on the floor, but arousal is quickly flooding
his thought system.
 
Being forced to piss himself is demeaning and humiliating in all the right
ways, and that alone could’ve brought him close to the edge of orgasm. Throw in
being watched by an unfortunately hot guy that’s also forced him into the
situation, and it’s like a fucking birthday present wrapped in shiny silver
wrapping with a red bow on top.
 
His piss finally tapers off, having finally emptied all the extra fluids pumped
into his body. Katsuki opens his eyes to glare up at where his captor is
looking down at him with hooded eyes and an undoubtedly pleased expression.
 
Deku grabs Katsuki’s chin with a heavily scarred right hand, grip bruising as
his fingers curl into his cheeks to force Katsuki’s gaze to stay on him.
 
“I know you’re lying to yourself about how much you loved this, Kacchan. I can
already see how your brain is running circles around itself trying to
rationalize your hard-on as the response to the relief your body felt having
emptied its bladder.” He chuckles darkly, smile wide yet not reaching his green
eyes. “Why don’t you do us both a favor and just let go for once? Nobody has to
know except for you and me.”
 
That’s one person too many.
 
Deku keeps his bruising grip on Katsuki’s cheeks as he brings the heel of his
boot up to Katsuki’s crotch and presses down hard.
 
“I’d touch you, Kacchan, but I don’t normally dress up so nicely for dates like
this. I don’t want my outfit ruined so soon.”
 
Katsuki growls at his captor, conflicting emotions threatening to make his head
spin. He’s pissed that someone so below him could bring him to such a depraved
state, yet he’s so hard it practically  hurts.  He ruts against the rubber
sole, grateful yet bitter to have some delicious friction against his cock as
it strains in the confines of his soaked jeans.
 
It’s fucking embarrassing to be grinding himself so vigorously against Deku’s
shoe of all things, but his arousal has clearly limited his thinking
capabilities. He can’t fucking  stop  himself from finding relief when it’s
offered to him so freely, even if it wounds his pride.
 
“Look at how pathetic you are right now, Kacchan.” Deku coos, digging his foot
down further into Katsuki’s groin. “The great Bakugou Katsuki, destined to be
the number one hero, reduced to a blubbering mess that’s humping my foot as he
sits in his own piss.”
 
Katsuki hisses, struggling against the restraints on his wrist with a renewed
sense of anger as he grinds against the boot some more. Maybe if he gave Deku
what he wanted then this shit fest would end—his quirk would return, then he’d
free himself and forget any of this had ever happened. Maybe even kill the
little shit for doing this to him.
 
Katsuki’s breaths are coming in fast, and his lip is already split with how
hard he’s been biting his bottom lip to keep all his moans at bay. He ruts
harder against the boot, frantically chasing the edge of orgasm until it’s
there,  and his vision goes absolutely white while his mind goes numb from the
overwhelming ecstasy now flowing through him without restraint. Deku grinds his
foot down harder to milk out all the last bits of pleasure he can from Katsuki
until he’s spent, relaxing back into the chair he’s tied into with heavy pants.
 
“Wasn’t that so much  fun,  Kacchan?” Deku purrs, removing his boot from
Katsuki’s groin. He wipes his hand free of cum against Katsuki’s shirt with a
smirk that leaves him at a complete loss for when Deku had gotten himself off
during the whole ordeal. “We should do this again sometime.”
 
“Fuck. You.” Katsuki groans out, watching Deku’s every move like a hawk as he
walks back towards the shadowy corner he had first appeared from. He winces
when a door is opened and a wall of bright light streams into the dim room.
 
“Oh, Kacchan.” Deku laughs, casting him a wicked glance over his shoulder. “I
intend to one day.”
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