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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/Kirishima_Eijirou
  Character:
      Kirishima_Eijirou, Bakugou_Katsuki
  Additional Tags:
      tHEY_GON_DO_IT, or_well_not_the_dos, But_almost_the_dos, baku_doesnt_know
      he_wants_it_up_the_bum_yet, This_Is_Fine, :'0, and_he_likes_it, teyeyeye,
      handjob, BL, Gay, good_amounts_of_gay, Kissing, oc_but_for_plot_i
      promise, rojishin_wugu, it_got_gay_again
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-10 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5034
****** Let's do it ******
by Wastar
Summary
     So when Bakugou feels things he's never felt before, and Kirishima
     obliviously clings close as usual, he takes responsibility for his
     actions.
Notes
     OK SO I WANTED MORE SMUTTY KIRIBAKU AND I DID IT ALRIGHT IM ASHAMED
     BUTVIM NOT SORRY JUST TELL ME IF THIS IS SMUT BC IM SO VANILLA
     AAGGGHHHHHHH
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Do It *****
The room was growing hot and heavy. Puffs of heated air consistently hit
Kirishima's face as his eyes stared down at his hand. However, he was caught
staring by and slowed his movements of the jerking hand and had been punished
for this by a string of curses.
"Hey..shitty hair, what are..what are you looking at?! Keep fucking going
already."
It was none other than Bakugou Katsuki, in Kirishima's room, being thoroughly
pleasured by his hand. Why it was happing could be explained by the
conversation a few weeks before.
///////////
It was after the rescue. The true show of friendship and the bond between
Kirishima and Bakugou. However, Bakugou had been getting more irritated by the
mere sight of Kirishima. Especially that damned, idiot sized
beautifu-...fUCking grin he had each time he looked at Bakugou. It was annoying
as hell, way more than usual. And even the way he slung an arm around the
explosive child made his chest squeeze up tightly. The way his eyes strained to
catch a glimpse of Kirishima each time he happened to see his shitty hair in
the weights aisle each time he went to buy new gym shorts from the mall(all
that sweat and one wipe with his hands made them explosive each time). All
these little things and a million other annoying little things were building up
and up ever since that moment his hand held Kirishimas. And its let to this.
Bakugou, sitting in his bathroom at 12am while staring down at the thing
between his legs with its own mind.
"What the fuck..."
Its not like he HASNT been in this situation before. He's a growing young man,
and he's certainly felt the carnal mindless needs before but this. Oh ho ho,
this was someone else's doing. Immediately, he called up Kirishima. After
barking orders to come over, minor arguments on how 12am isn't a 'bad time', he
was on his way. Meanwhile, Bakugou began to work on his little issue.
By the time Kirishima came, Bakugou became a hot writhing mess. His hand
becoming slick from sweaty musk and his own liquids, shirt rolled up and held
tightly in his jaws as his boxers, still on, outlined his hard on and hand
while absorbing some of the liquids. Kirishima's stupid quiet whispers,
Kirishima's stupid shaky hand holding the doorknob open, Kirishima's shitty
surprised expression. Kirishima.
"Krshma!!"
Bakugou was growlin, more angry than pleasured, through the wad of cloth in his
mouth and climaxed as he did. His toned chest was slick with sweat, cheeks and
face heated red beyond belief. His jaws opened to finally breath and gasp for
air, body quivering from release. His glares reached to Kirishima, who's own
blush grew with his surprised and disbelief of the situation. Hell, he couldn't
even talk.
"A..ah- er, you..wh-? Wheh?????"
"S...shit..hair for brains...get your ass over here. T..its all your fault."
Slowly, he spoke. His tone hadn't changed much from his usual one, but getting
to see this 'sexed' up face and body of Bakugou's, Kirishima had no idea on how
to respond. That is, other than doing what he wanted before he made all that
sweat useful for a temper-plosion. He showed a strange, shy and wary side of
himself. He was unsure, stumbling to Bakugou despite the short distance and
tried his hardest to keep eye contact and not stare at the deed just finished.
"Its all your fault..idiot. Take some fucking responsibility for once and jack
me off, I'm still hard."
His statement was definitely a command, and responding as almost anyone would,
Kirishima jumped with pink across his cheeks.
"You want me to WHAT, I don't know what I did but can't you tell me-"
Bakugou's other sweaty and less tainted hand thrust out to grab Kirishima's
wrist. His hand, fully tainted in his own spunk pulled down his boxers to fully
reveal his his aching boner.
"The fuck did I just say. It is your fault, and you don't even know why?"
How come Kirishima never noticed it, the bastard was perceptive as hell
sometimes. But these moments of Bakugou's chest tightening when they grazed
hands, that search for him when he went out, that one time he tutored the idiot
and almost beat him up because he was sitting way too close and made his heart
squeeze so so tightly. It was his fault he couldn't stop imagining Kirishima
trying something lewd on him one day, maybe while they were alone together in
school in a room.
Conveniently a desk behind him so that Kirishima could press him against it,
hard. Grab a handful of his hair and tug a little, pushing his knee right
between his legs with a sexy grin and lidded eyes. Licking his cheek like a
puppy in heat, spreading sloppy kisses over his face and neck while undressing
the stunned but pleasured Bakugou. Kirishima would have his way with him in a
classroom, conveniently all alone and getting to feel the sweet sweet pleasure
of Kirishima rocking and grinding against him was making him so hot and heated.
His filthy imagination also pictured Kirishima just doing anything he wanted to
Bakugou while he tried to fight against it. Was he into that sort of thing, a
masochist? Hell no! It just, happened to happen is all. But its exactly that
fantasy at 11:30 that causes this monster grow and what made it Kirishima's
fault. In Bakugou's head that is. But like hell he was telling Kirishima about
his fantasy Kirishima.
His glare intensified on the real one, tightening his grip on the wrist he took
and thrust it over his hard on. Kirishima felt his face grow more in heat, but
after taking a long look into Bakugou's eyes, a silent message was passed, and
he gingerly stretched out his fingers to graze the throbbing head. Bakugou
hissed in response, remembering the fantasy from earlier was getting him hard
again, and now he really wanted that hand of Kirishima's on his dick.
"C'mon, never touched yourself or wh..what?"
He stumbled on his words, but still growled out such a response when Kirishima
didn't reach out again. He let him go, and leaned back while shifting his hips
to get as comfortable on his bathtub's side as possible. Warily, Kirishima
gotten on his knees for a front row seat to Bakugou's 'show', and reached his
hand out to rub his thumb gingerly over the leaky head. He licked his dry lips,
nervous and questioning the whole situation in his mind. Bakugou and him, they
were close. That rescue meant a lot to Kirishima, because he finally got
Bakugou back. He finally got him to be close and knows for sure how close they
are. But he had no idea he and the explodo kill were THIS close.
That didn't mean he hated it, hating to see Bakugou in this whole new state
where even he blushes and gets pleasure from his dick squeezed and tugged.
Pleasure when Kirishima rests his hand on Bakugou's inner thighs and rubs
circles while circling the head again with his thumb.
Extreme pleasure when he moves the thigh hand to test out what he'll do when he
cups his balls while picking up speed from the slick pre from the head.
Apparently fling a string of curses and just grab and tug Kirishima's hair.
Which he, felt strange about. Because he liked it. Maybe it was the sexual
situation they were in but his mind was deep in the gutter and squeezed a
little harder as his hand bopped up and down Bakugou's cock. He didn't even
mind it when, Bakugou released without telling him other than the hot heated
curses of 'fuck' or 'yes, fuck' and it landed right on Kirishima's face. Maybe,
this part of the situation was his fault. The whole, 'I kinda wanna get a look
for it since this might be the only time he makes me do this' in his head and
tugging it his way was a bad idea. But looking up at Bakugou, he was blushing.
Red as the hair on his head, and holding a hand over his mouth while trembling
from the expel his body had. Slowly, he tugged Kirishima's face up to really
see his and stared.
"..since you owe me, come by the same time every night. We're gonna keep
fucking doing this."
/////////
And at such a simple command, the product of those past days came this.
Kirishima dropping by in the dead of night to give Bakugou some 'mind blowing'
handjob and hear all of his secret sounds. His moans in the beginning, when he
climaxes, when he wants Kirishima to go harder or faster, all these things and
more. But its always been about his lower body, he never asked Kirishima to
really touch him anywhere up top. He figured he only needed his lower half
satisfies and pleased, which was fine. Except when Bakugou grabbed and tugged
at Kirishima's hair, as usual when he was getting close, Bakugou growls.
"S-shitty hair, c'mere. Get your fucking face closer."
He does as he said, but was he didn't expect was getting caught his Bakugou's
sex filled face. Eyes tearing lightly at the edges, thoroughly pleasured and
extremely heated. The atmosphere became hotter, more lustful and anyone could
do anything and blame the situation. So, Bakugou parted his lips and panted
more, staring at Kirishima lick his lips from staring back at Bakugou.
"Hey, shitty hair. Let me kiss you."
And without much of a reply, Kirishima's lips were claimed ferociously by
Bakugou. He muffled surprise, but it didn't stop the other. His kiss was,
stumbly, starting to push but stopping only to continue that way. It was when
he pulled back, and Kirishima pressed his thumb against his head that Bakugou
went for him again. His tongue was out first, licking his lips and forcing them
apart to invade, not that he had to with his own problem puffing out hot
breath.
Their lips connected again, Bakugou's tongue slipping around and grazing the
sharp teeth Kirishima had to offer. When their tongues touch, Bakugou pulls
back just enough to avoid it and hear their lips 'pop' from parting. His hips
would slowly thrust when he kissed Kirishima for the third time, learning from
the first and second and wanting to experience that hot make out time in order
to feel more of Kirishima during his climax.
And it succeeded, Bakugou gripped tightly and yanked on Kirishima's hair while
thrusting up into his hand and released over his haKirishima's apart, he
groaned and growled out a few syllables of Kirishima's name. He pushed his
forehead against the others, panting slowly with his eyes closed. His hands
slid down the red faced and red haired boy to rest on his shoulders.
This time, Bakugou felt more spent. He didnt know why himself, but his arm
hooked around the neck of the hard kid, leaning back and taking him down too.
There was a million and one reasons Bakugou shouldn't be doing it. They've only
touched in a heated sexual manner, and even then it was just a handjob. He
shouldn't be keeping Kirishima close like this after never hinting he wanted
to.
Not hinting at how sometimes during lunch he left to take care of business
because he remembered their first night together and Kirishima with his
beautifully stunned face covered in his spunk. This red eyes, they dazzled and
entranced him to this sexual state where he wanted him to touch his body. It
could have been anything that made him say it, close and just a whisper in
Kirishima's ear.
"..stay the night."
It could have been the kissing, since it was his first one.
***** Don't Mention It *****
Chapter Summary
     Shit goes down and here it is
Chapter Notes
     OK SO I did the thing I wanted to do pls tell me if I did the good in
     here and I tried to make a pun but its so bad u probably don't see it
See the end of the chapter for more notes
So there's always times when Bakugou is just a ball of 'pissed the fuck off'
right? Today, Bakugou was especially pissed off and sweaty as hell. The reason?
It goes back to a couple hours ago.
//////////////////
Because of gym, even a hero in training at Yuuei can get exhausted. Today,
class B and A got to combine, meaning a few familiar faces from the sports
festival showed up. Bakugou had been talking to his red headed companion when
suddenly a yell from behind erupted.
"Hey!!!"
Tetsutetsu and Kirishima had a loud and bravado filled reunion, leaving Bakugou
standing by, a basketball tucked under his arm.
And he kept standing there; when Kirishima and Tetsutetsu ran around with their
own game, when they took turns and worked out by lifting each other, even when
Kirishima started poking him while Tetsutetsu inspected the searing explodo
boy. He only snapped when Kirishima too started to inspect him, getting close
to his ear and exhaling heatedly. That got him an explosion to the face and an
earful of curses. Bakugou growled and shook him around, eventually dragging him
out of the gym and directly to the supply room that held all the various gear
and equipment for the various students the school has had over the years. But
this room was where Bakugou was gonna let Kirishima have it.
"Hey, Bakugou. Bakugoooouu! Hey, hey hey Baku-"
"Shut the hell up already!"
Kirishima flinched in surprise when Bakugou pushed him against a stack of sand
bags, making him stumble and fall back. He groaned, rubbing his head when
Bakugou glowered down on him. He hated to admit it, but he was a little horny
from Kirishima's little act of curiosity. He didn't want it to get out of hand
in front of everyone. He wasn't afraid if being embarrassed, but he'll be
damned if people tried to make fun of him.
"Geez bro, what's gotten in..to.."
Kirishima started up, wide eyed and slowly getting as red as his hair. He felt
a soft weight land on his hips, but his eyes locked onto Bakugou's and never
moved even when he was rocking back and forth on him. He couldn't move while on
his back against the weirdly placed bags, especially with the bulge Bakugou had
rubbing against his. Kirishima bit his lip, trying not to moan or make any
noise, but he had to say something. He was blushing like hell, and so was
Bakugou but his could be confused for one that was fueled by embarrassment or
anger with that scowl on his face.
"B-bakugou..? What are you.."
"Shut it, you got me horny you fuck, I need it. I need it now."
He grumbled to himself, breathing slowly as he leaned over to place a chaste
and fumbled kiss on Kirishima's lips. He pulled back and went in again, kissing
him over and over, trying to make the other boy tingle all over the way he felt
now. Eventually, his hands slid down his chest, tightly gripping his clothes to
bring him in closer. Kirishima, feeling the need to make it easier on Bakugou,
rested a hand on Bakugou's hip while the other held up his body. He tilted his
head, stopping their noses from touching any more than needed, and kissed him
back while rolling his hips. He felt that hard object rubbing against his
growing one, groaning once in awhile when he could breath again. Hands
feverishly pulled and yanked Kirishima's jersey up to his neck, exposing his
sweaty muscles underneath. Bakugou slipped his tongue into the sweating boys
mouth, having another sample of Kirishima's ala mode and making him moan. The
atmosphere from the bedroom on that night was building up, but it was
different. Kirishima was feeling hot and heated, he was growing to this strange
and feel good state. He wanted to feel it more, and moaned into Bakugou's mouth
as he got a handful of his ass with a good squeeze. For that, he lost the
pleasuring kiss and earned a hair tug, or yank.
"You fucker!! Don't do that!"
But he also got to see Bakugou flushed and pink, a pretty sight to behind and a
rewarding one. With that as encouragement, he wanted to further, act a little
manly and touch him more. His hand slid up from his butt and searched under
Bakugou's uniform while tugging the jersey up. His calloused hands rubbed and
stroked the valley of his spine, pressing and groping the muscle of Bakugou's
back and letting him growl and glare in protest. He may have said no, but it
had to be because of how his body began trembling under his massaging hand.
Wanting to satisfy himself a little more, he lifted his hips to meet and grind
with Bakugou again. He was feeling his dick get stiff through the sticky and
sweaty pants he was wearing, and so was Bakugou.
At this point, both boys would end up dirtying their pants and underwear. What
with all the increased panting and complete removal of their tops, the humping
and desperate, hot and carnal needs rose in their stomachs. Bakugou was about
to pull his pants down and free his tented bulge, squirming on top of Kirishima
to get out of his grip for a dammed second. Meanwhile, sweat dripped from his
forehead, rolling down to his cheeks and dripped onto Kirishima's hot chest.
Just when his blush couldn't get any darker from the heat and his strangely
good feeling, he was ready to follow up with his partner and shove off his
pants. They both reached in for a kiss, lips crashing hard and they shimmied
enough so that their pants went around their knees. The two ravenous teens went
further, wanting to test out this new layer of contact. Wanting try some
dominance, Kirishima slowly leaned Bakugous hips to the side, but he wouldn't
let it go that easy. Grumbling and growling protests through their heated wet
lips, they rolled around to land on a mat. Kirishima landed on his explosively
horny bro, hard on hard, and they both groaned out. He got to stare down at his
bro all hot and bothered, squirming desperately to get back on top but only
made their hips grind against each other more and egged Kirishima on to put in
some more force.
"Nggghh.. Bro, you're getting me hard..and I don't mean my usual 'hard'."
"S-shut the fuck u-up!! You fucking pervert, quit staring at me!"
"You...you were the one bumpin'n'grindin on me..~ now its my turn. Bro.~"
There was a little glint in the red heads eye. With the flick of his tongue
over his lips, he swooped down to chomp onto the base of Bakugou's neck. He
practically screamed out, in a mix of reasons. Surprise was definitely one,
confusion at how fucking great it felt, and that extreme 'pissed the fuck off'
mode he had. That's when the mood was gone. When Bakugou grabbed Kirishima's
face and blew him up. When he also managed to cause a chain reaction of minor
explosions from how drenched in sweat he was under Kirishima. Needless to say
the red head went flying off who knows where, and some nosy idiots started
poking their heads into the bog messy equipment room. Luckily, Bakugou nabbed
his shirt, cursed under his breath, and slipped out of the window in the far
back of the room. Not so luckily, Kirishima had to keep quiet and wait until
the people that went in left after not hearing anything. He was worn out and
confused in his lust haze while a certain someone was stomping away and headed
for the nearest bathroom.
Chapter End Notes
     If you're still here lemme know how that was bc idk man I just
     thought 'Baku would never wanna get fucked until he feels tru pain'
     now I wanna make him a masochist but first I need to establish
     Kirishima's bro kink and think of a potential smutty hot spring
     filler bc whynot man idk lemME KNOW ALRIGHT
***** Hurry *****
Chapter Summary
     bakugou dont be that one shojo mc
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
After that little burst of sexual interest, Bakugou hadn't called in the red
head for some alone time after school. It wasn't that he was scared or
anything, like hell he was, just that he needed some to think about what the
actual fuck just happened. He was horny, he was the one who needed to get off.
But then Kirishima, the shitty haired idiot who acts more like a virgin than
him, started coming onto him and act..weird.
Well not really weird, more like different. He never really thought about
Kirishima's side of the spectrum each time they engaged in these illicit
activities. He assumed that because Kirishima could actually control his quirk
and didn't constantly sweat out something as dangerous as a component to BLOW
UP things, including his dick, then he had to be getting off on his own with no
worries. The thought of Kirishima possibly wanting to feel in that way while
Bakugou was feeling that way, well it never occurred.
If he could give Bakugou all of these handjobs and provide that hot- scratch
that- virgin fuck face of his, then he had to be using it for himself and be
just fine on his own. He didn't have to getting all crazy with Bakugou at all!
But he did, and it was..well, Bakugou guessed it really was a little weird. To
him at least.
Over on Kirishima's end, he gave Bakugou his usual 'Heys!' and 'Sup!'s but
never got anything back, not even his glare specialty. If anything, he just
growled at him and went out of his way to avoid Kirishima. Of course, each day
he went home without a single booty call- hehe, call- from Bakugou.
And each day, he whined about it all to himself. He did wanna tell his bros
about it, Sero and Kaminari, but since he'd have to somewhat mention his past
activities with a certain splodo boy, he didn't think it was the best idea.
Heck, he was sure Bakugou would blast him off the face of the earth if anyone
caught wind to what they've been doing together. Then again, people were
already starting to question a few things when they stopped being so strangely
close to each other from before.
"Look bro, I don't mean to get all in your business, but isn't it a little
weird for you to, oh I dunno, not go and bug Bakugou right about now?"
"Kaminari!!"
Kirishima jolted from his seat, waving his arms and accidentally hitting the
blonde boy.
"Yeoww!!"
"Oh- sorry! I got a little .."
His red eyes scanned the room, barely catching Bakugou walking out of the
classroom with his bento box. He looked at the clock, and it was right at 12:
03. Lunch just started, and like a 'King' among peasants Bakugko was gone.
"Distracted? Yeah, I can tell man."
Sympathetically, Kaminari sighed and patted his shoulder. Soon, he leaned
against his pal with an elbow resting on his shoulder. This close, he could see
that the usual glimmer and shine in his expression was gone and replaced by a
small try hard smile to 'reassure' Kaminari that nothing was wrong.
"Look, I hate to see you so down in the dumps. Why don't we go off campus, huh?
Have some fun and alone time to chit chat."
"Huh?! We're gonna get caught for sure, you know that right?"
"Come oooon, you don't think I'd let my buddy get into trouble would you?
Besides, there's a kid here with a teleport quirk, but he's got like a range or
something so we'll have to run the rest of the way. Think you can handle it?"
"This isn't really 'Denki' of you, whatcha got planned for real?"
Kirishima have him a toothy grin, feeling a little more invested with
Kaminari's 'Master Plan'.
"Hey, think of this as a little stealth training. We get out, have some fun,
and come back for the late classes saying we had a doctors appointment. My mom
is pretty cool so I'm sure she'll say a few things too if worse comes to
worse."
“Of course your mom is cool with it. I swear, she’s way too lax with you,
but..” Kirishima trailed off, slowly rising from his seat. Its not like he
didn't want to, but getting some time to think about something else besides
Bakugou would be great. He needed it, and Kaminari could tell he did.
“I’m pretty sure you do wanna go, now c’mon! Lunch is almost over so we gotta
dip out now.” Kaminari patted Kirishima’s shoulder with a devious little grin,
quickly looking from side to side to see everyone was relatively distracted
among themselves. Who’s to pay any mind to the pikachu and hard guy anyway?
Following along behind Kaminari, Kirishima pushed his forefinger and thumb
against each other in thought until he bumped face first into his friends back.
He rubbed his nose absentmindedly, turning an eye to Kaminari who checked back
on him as a young man stood in front of them with long hair tied back with
several clips glittering his head. Probably a fairy kei guy, never seen him
thought.
“Alright Rojishin, you ready to get us outta here?”
“Totally! I already said how it works, so c’mere sugar.~” Sultry, the young man
cooed Kaminari closer to himself, the latter wanting to barf inside.
“Yeah yeah, if you use tongue I’m reporting.”
‘Tongue..?’ Kirishima shifted in place, leaning his head over to peer at his
friend and- wait he looked like a 2nd year- Rojishin. In a split second his
hands shot to Kaminari’s cheeks, yanking his face close to lock lips with each
other, to which Kirishima responded to by jolting from his spot.
“What th-?!”
Kirishima didn’t know what to do first, cover his ears so he wouldn't have to
hear the lewd smacking that definitely came from Rojishin’s end or cover his
eyes to stop seeing tongue invading, slipping in and out of Kaminari’s mouth.
It definitely reminded him of his own escapades with Bakugou and he definitely
didn’t need that kind of thing right now. He heard a groan and decided it was
better to clamp his hands over his ears and just shut his eyes. The two boys
separated, one looking more sly than he should and the other practically dying
for more reasons than one.
“H-ha..aaa..what were you trying to do, suffocate me!?” Kaminari, who was
currently wiping saliva off his lower lip, shot the attacker a flustered glare.
“Well I gotta make sure you get some of his quirk, it took me weeks to get
enough of his dna and I’m giving it away. I want a little service myself too~
now its your friends turn.” Rojishin smirked, hot pink eyes moving to the
cowering red head.
“Hey hey hey, dont go crazy on’im. He’s all about many stuff so-”
“So he’s a top! I’m gonna love this then.” Kaminari was cut off by Rojishin’s
exclaim, who bounded off to pry off Kirishima’s hands from his ears. “Hey~ your
turn.”
Kirishima only yelped from surprise when he felt someone’s breath on his face.
He was at an equal height with this guy, that and he still had some pink lip
gloss left on his lips. He wasnt about to ask how, but he was going to ask how
the hell kissing had anything to do with teleporting.
“Look, I’m not kissing a guy I dont even know.”
“I’m Rojishin Wugu, 17, taurus, pansexual and ready to mingle,” he added a
wink. “is that good enough?”
“I’m not against making new friends, but kissing is just a little..” Kirishima
took a step back, scratching the back of his neck. “Excessive? I get it if you
know Kaminari but how are you ok with doing that with me?”
“Cuz I think you’re cute. Any chance I get to pucker up for a cutie I’m taking
it.” Rojishin crossed his arms and nodded to himself, making it the final say
so as he swooped in to try and get Kirishima by surprise.
Luckily he was pretty reflexive, enough so to harden his hand and smack
Rojishin across the face, knocking him down and on his ass.
“Wha- ah!! Sorry man, just uh.. Didn’t mean it.”
“Uwaah~ so strong, huhu I don’t mind,” Rojishin cooed out while rubbing his
cheek, shockingly hopping right to his feet with a perverted grin. “feel free
to knock me out anytime.”
“So enough flirting, cant you just teleport him out? The quirk you took could
phase things including himself on the other side of walls and things right??”
Kaminari, who’s honestly had enough gay for one day, stepped between his friend
and questionable acquaintance.
“Huh? Oh! Right right, he can! He’s pretty hot too, but thats beside the point.
So I can give Kiri-kun here a good smack on the ass and he’s outta here!-”
“I think a handshake is the best option at this point.” Kirishima interrupted,
stopping the confirmed molester.
“Uuugghh, fiiiiine~ I can deal.” Rojishin, defeated, agreed with a sigh. “Just
a little shake and you’ll be outta here. You guys good leaving from here?”
“We’re not that far from the back gates so yeah, let it rip!” Kaminari flashed
a grin to Kirishima. “I’m going, I think.”
Being unfamiliar with this tingling feeling, Kaminari breathed in and out while
focusing on being outside, far from the school. In a flash and a poof, he was
gone while leaving behind some smoke. While Kirishima was busy coughing from
the random debris, he held a hand over his mouth to fan it away.
“Looks like you’re next. I’ve used whatshisnames quirk a ton of times, so dont
worry.” Rojishin was already zoned in and focused on Kirishima’s destination.
“Koff- hagh, got it.” He held his hand out, waiting for Rojishin to grab it for
the contact.
Kirishima indeed got that hand as expected, but was yanked into the others body
and felt a foreign hand grab a handful of his plump rear end.
“Wha-”
“See ya hot stuff.” Was Rojishin’s last words, and as much as Kirishima would
have liked to see it again and give a hearty smack to, he felt his body shrink
and flung in one second but grew and frozen in the next.
Air was knocked out of his body as he landed with a hard thud with his vision
blurred. He blinked a few times, gasping for air until a familiar blob came
into view. It grinned, reaching for him with an ominous presence.
Kirishima blacked out.
Chapter End Notes
     AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i wonder if thats really kaminari. guess who wants
     to put an actual plot to a porn
     aLSO LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THE KIDDO i put in for plot
     purposes bc he's now an oc mhm yup yup he's hella gay and loves to
     sparkle and b a cute shit
     //shameless advertisement
     HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS???? I WAS AT A LOSS FOR WHAT TO DO TBH FORGIVE
     ME FOR TAKING SO LONG
End Notes
     like I said I'm vanilla he doesn't want the doing dos JUST YET
     alright but idek if ppl want that I mean rly :'V
     I'm also wondering 'what if Bakugou had a daddy kink for Kirishima OR
     Kirishima had a bro kink for Bakugou'
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