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“Introducing our new number one hero - Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight!”

Bakugou couldn't help but smile. When the reporter asked him to take a step forward, he felt that he had crossed some invisible line that still held him back. As soon as he went over it, he finally felt free. Energy returned to his veins and pumped through his entire body. There was a loud roar and congratulations in his ears. His heart was pounding so hard, he was afraid it would break through his chest. A smile settled on his face, making his face ache. Behind him, he heard Midoriya's low cry of happiness. For the first time in his life, he didn't find it annoying.

Bakugou took the reporter's microphone, straightened more, and grinned. “I guess you feel like asking me what it's like to be the youngest number one hero in history. I'll tell you. It's fucking great.” Bakugou looked in the front row where his agent was sitting. Her face was red with tears, but she still slapped her forehead, mouthing at him that they would receive another unpleasant speech from their boss, a former hero number one, Endeavor, who had retired three years ago after fighting  AFO. But Bakugou didn't care at the moment. He looked back at the audience, which he couldn't see due to the white lights on. He wondered if his parents had taken time off work, if All Might or Professor Aizawa were among all the fans and heroes. “Every year I came close to something that wasn't my dream, but my destiny. I've known since I first tasted the first tickle of my quirk that this was going to be great. That one day I will stand here and look at you while we celebrate my victory. And I ask, did anyone think that I would lose?” The roar of his fans came through the hall. Midoriya began to clap even faster behind him. “But I wouldn't be there just because of my awesome self. I wouldn't be there without my parents, who made me an egoistic brat, but look! Here I am!” Most people laughed. “I wouldn't be here without the valuable advice of my role model, All Might, who rooted in me the desire to be a hero, to be someone. I wouldn't be here without the support of Eraserhead, who was more than just a great teacher and mentor for me, but also a another parent who can still help me more than anyone else. Thank you too, Sairyuu, for solving all my troubles as an agent. I'm sorry you'll be gray at thirty.” There was another familiar whistling in the hall. “But—” Bakugou looked behind him, where the top ten heroes stood side by side. Among them were three of his former classmates. Tenth Yaoyorozu, fifth Midoriya, third Todoroki. “—I wouldn't be here if my friends weren't behind me. Deku, Shoto, Creati…” Momo smiled broadly at him, Midoriya began to cry, and Todoroki lifted the corners of his lips slightly. By his standards, this meant that he was happy. “Not all of them are here today, but all of them would deserve it. Red Riot, Chargebolt, Celophane, Pinky, Uravity. Especially Uravity, after she managed to save the whole car with the children. Hope you all will think about it for next year's ranking and she will be better than Deku.” Midoriya murmured something behind him, but Bakugou saw Uraraka wipe her tears in the first row and laugh. “I will not prolong it. I've never been good with speeches, and they're a pain in the ass. Yes, Sairyuu, I said ass.” His agent on the spot almost fainted. “Therefore, just remember that I will not give up this place for a very long time and I will prove to you that I am the best you could ever have. Enjoy, celebrate and most importantly - don't lose hope and pursue your dreams. Or something.” With that, he handed the moderator a microphone, and she bowed with a smile and left the stage.

The ceremony ended, the celebration of the selected company began and the start of a new vote, which was to end at the same time next year. Before Bakugou could turn again, Midoriya jumped on him and hugged him tightly around the neck. “Deku, fuck, get off me,” the blond growled at him, but Midoriya pressed a little harder against him. Bakugou sighed in annoyance, tilting his head, but letting Midoriya enjoy his warmth for a while longer.

“Congratulations, Bakugou,” Todoroki said in his monotone voice.

“You're really great, Bakugou-san,” Momo added, putting her hand on her neckline and bowing slightly.

“Thank you,” Bakugou said, focusing on Uraraka, who was walking slowly toward them, “can you please take your fucking husband off me?”

“Fiancé,” Uraraka corrected him as she walked over to them and stroked Midoriya's back, “darling, let him breathe a little,” she begged, and the green haired man finally let him go. Immediately, he began wiping his wet face with his long sleeve.

“Disgusting,” Bakugou grinned, noticing that he had a wet stain on his expensive jacket, “you'll wash it,” he told Midoriya. He just nodded.

“Congratulations, Bakugou-kun,” Uraraka said as she walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. It had been a long time since they had been friends, and she was one of those who had permission to touch him. Face kisses became a new part of their friendship six months ago and Bakugou had to admit that the closeness was quite pleasant. Uraraka smiled at him, stroked his shoulder, and immediately walked over to her husband and began to wipe the tears from his face.

Bakugou turned and went downstairs when Todoroki's voice stopped him. “Aren't you going to the party?”

“No,” he replied abruptly.

“Kacchan, no!” Midoriya shouted, almost horrified. “We have to celebrate!”

“With you? And this bunch of losers? Hell no.”

“We love you too,” Uraraka laughed and hugged Midoriya. He immediately kissed her in the hair, which she had combed into a neat bun. Bakugou made a disgusting sound. “Don't be jealous,” Uraraka whispered, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Of you two? Never.”

“Don't you really want to come with us, Bakugou-san?” Momo asked, smiling nicely at him. He had noticed a few times that she had become more interested in him in recent years. After realizing with Todoroki that what they felt about each other in high school was only a crush, they both started finding someone else. Todoroki has been dating Yui, a former 3-B student for over six months, while Momo has focused on Bakugou. He had no idea if he liked it, but he had to admit that he didn't mind her attention.

“No,” he said, putting on a long, gray coat, “I'm going to enjoy it my way.”

“So you're going home to sleep?” Todoroki asked.

“Maybe,” Bakugou admitted, “I'll definitely enjoy it more than you will in an hour.”

“Not so sure about that,” Uraraka said.

“Don't forget to hold your husband's hair.” He pointed to Midoriya's hair, which he had stopped cutting two years ago and had them long as Uraraka. Like Uraraka, he only had his hair combed in a nice bun. They matched each other with both clothes and hairstyles. They smiled sweetly at each other and hugged, love in their eyes as if they had always been there. It suited them. They have been voted the most beautiful hero couple several times already.

“I'm ready for that,” she laughed, kissing Midoriya on the cheek as he blushed and began to say something about trying to refuse drinks from his friends this time. But they both knew in advance that he would succumb to their begging and within a few hours he would be singing a favorite childhood song.

Bakugou said goodbye to everyone and left the arena where the announcement took place. A black car was already waiting for him, which Endeavor had sent for him. When he opened the back seat door, his agent was already sitting there. She had a computer on her lap and was eagerly writing something on it. “You're lucky you're so sexy. Otherwise, you would have a problem now.”

“Didn't Endeavor like my speech?” He closed the door behind him and sat across from her. When he fastened his seat belt, the car sped away.

“He was excited about it,” she said with a slight undertone of sarcasm, but she still smiled fondly at him. “I'm talking about the media that hasn't given me peace since I turned on my phone. Prepare for at least four months of interviews, TV shows, photo shoots, promotions and new collaborations.”

“You know I hate this,” Bakugou growled.

“And you know very well that I do my best to keep them to a minimum. But even Endeavor has already recommended that you start working with at least two brands.”

“Isn't my parents enough for him?” He asked, and he regained his composure when he realized that his mother would pursue him again with news that he would come to see her and try another new piece from her collection, in which she would then force him take a whole photoshoot.

“It's not enough.” Bakugou just rolled his eyes. As soon as his agent focused on the monitor in front of her, her phone rang. She immediately picked it up and started working. She indicated to Bakugou that she wouldn’t need anything from him again and refocused on her computer.

Bakugou relaxed, took his phone from his inside pocket and unlocked it. He turned off the ringtones and vibrations before the ceremony. He had several missed calls and new messages from all the various social networks. He ignored most of them. He opened only those from his closest friends.

Moron Pikachu [20:58]: Kacchan! My boy! Congratulations on the first place! I knew you could do it! I'm so happy for you! We have to celebrate it together! What are you doing this Friday? I have the whole weekend free, we could party in my house with the whole gang!!! Ps: Did you really talk about me in your speech? I LOVE YOU!

Spiderman from Wish [21:00]: Did I really hear, what do I think I heard? Shit, is this a confession of our undying love? Wow. I didn't expect that from you. I love you too, buddy. :P Congratulations!!!

Pink Alien [21:03]: TT____TT CONGRATULATIONS! CONGRATULATIONS! CONGRATULATIONS! I ADMIRE YOU SO MUCH, KATSUKI! THIS SPEECH WAS PERFECT! THANKS FOR BELIEVING IN ME! I LOVE YOU!!! <3

Shitty Hair [21:05]: Dude, this was the most manly thing I've seen. It was great. Fatgum cried. Tamaki even clapped his hands. I believe that one day we will stand side by side not only as friends, but also as the best heroes. Believe me, I'm slowly but surely scrambling to the very top, right behind you. When I get back, we'll celebrate. Fatgum and Tamaki greet and send congratulations. I love you, bro.

Bakugou hid the phone back in his pocket and looked out the window. It was dark, so he could see his reflection in the window. He was smiling and his cheeks were slightly pink. He couldn't hide his enthusiasm. Everything around him was just white noise, which he paid no attention to. He enjoyed the warm feeling that spread throughout his body.

After less than an hour, the car stopped in front of the apartment complex in which he lived. He said goodbye to his agent and the driver and hurried to the front door. He arrived at the top, eighth floor, and walked to the end of the hall to door number 17. He unlocked it and went inside. He was immediately greeted by warmth and a scent that reminded him of his home more than the one in which he had grown up. He took off his moccasins, didn't even try to hide them in his shoebox, and walked across the hall to the bathroom. He took off his tight, festive clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket. He wiped off his thin makeup and removed the hairpins from his hair, which he immediately threw in the trash. He climbed into the hot shower. He cleaned himself everywhere carefully and made satisfied sounds.

He soon climbed out and dried himself. He reached for another, clean, wide towel, which he slung over his shoulder and left the room naked. He walked inside his room, opened the closet and knelt down. He opened the only box he had hidden in the closet and opened it. He took two sweaters out of it and focused on the two wooden boxes inside. He smiled, pulled one of them out, and closed the box.

Bakugou started living with Kirishima right after school. Today was the first time in two years that Kirishima had gone on a weekend mission with Fatgum in Osaka, leaving Bakugou with a free apartment for three days. Today was the last time he was alone in the apartment. It was time for him to enjoy his well-deserved victory.

He returned to the hallway and went into the spacious living room, which was connected to the kitchen. Opposite the hallway, almost in front of the wall next to the sofa, was a huge mirror. Bakugou approached it, tossed things on the couch, and brought a stool in front of the mirror. He laid a blanket on the floor in front of it, a soft towel on it, and sat down. He leaned his feet against the mirror, leaned forward slightly, and hit his head on the stool. He reached for a wooden box, which he placed next to his side.

Bakugou looked at himself. He was always a little narcissistic and selfish, mainly because he never had a problem praising his actions, his behavior, and even his body. But the older he got, the longer he stopped in front of the mirror and watched the difference in his now mature face. He had never had a bad body, he liked to wear tight, black tank tops at the age of fifteen, and he didn't miss how hungry everyone around him looked at his biceps and shoulders. He knew that sometimes a girl liked him, but most of them were frightened by his unpleasant and aggressive behavior. He didn't mind, he wasn't least interested in relationships, but as he got older, it was nice for him to know he was wanted.

But now, in his early twenties, he looked stunning. His features were sharper, his eyes darker, his hair a little longer, but still soft to the touch. His neck was thicker, just as his shoulders wider and chest larger. They always made fun of him for having a big chest that could rival those of girls, and in his third year, even Kaminari and Kirishima bought him a sports bra as a joke; but he had to admit that they were right about something. His chest was large, fluffy like jelly, and he could dip almost his entire finger into them. His nipples grew pinker after years and went well with his otherwise milky skin, which in some places took on a touch of gold. It was great to see in the folds of his elaborate belly. His thighs were fleshy, his legs long. It was almost a rule that every two months he appeared on Internet discussions and in the media thanks to a new photo in his hero costume without shoes, when his leggings were visible and everyone admired his legs. It often happened that, in addition to admiring letters, he also received the strange, sexual one with wish to send them photos of his feet in return. Bakugou always found it funny.

Bakugou ran his hand down his neck, across his chest, where he paused for a moment on his right nipple and began to play with it lightly. Only a small, soft touch caused it to immediately harden and protrude into the air. He smiled, his hand sliding a little lower, over his narrow waist, his stomach, his soft abdomen, where there wasn’t a single hair, to his own pride. He wasn't hard enough yet, but he wasn't completely soft. From the moment he read the admiring messages in the car, he thought only of what he would do when he got home. He had to cross his legs a few times so his agent couldn’t see what was happening down there.

Bakugou sighed contentedly as he touched his entire cock and slowly, almost lazily, moved his hand up and down. He was still dry, not very veined, but he knew that would all change soon. He let go of himself and opened the box beside his side. There was one box of thin condoms in it, still unopened with the expiration date of the following year. Two lubricants, one water-based and the other silicone-based. The non-flammable gloves he used when he was too excited and unable to tame his quirk while masturbating. Bakugou reached for a water lubricant and a small black ring. He anointed it all over, put the lubricant next to him and put the circle on his cock. He was still slipping a little. But he knew he would soon use his full potential. He took the last thing out of the box. Glass 20 cm dildo strewn with red protrusions for better prostate stimulation, with a diameter of 4 centimeters. Bakugou’s only and favorite, which he chose after almost half a year of research before he was satisfied with his purchase. He placed the dildo next to the lubricant, closed the box lid, and looked at his reflection.

Everything is ready. The celebration could begin.

Bakugou returned his hands to his chest. He grabbed one of his pecs in each palm and began squeezing them. He narrowed his eyes satisfied. As his fingers sank more into his flesh, he opened his mouth, from which came the first delightful moan. He was quiet, yet his body responded immediately. He crouched harder, his cock twitching. He already had a sensitive chest as a teenager. The more he trained, the more sensitive on normal days without training and patrol he was. Sometimes, especially in the summer, when he was sweating uncomfortably and sweat was running down his nipples, he had to wear patches on them. It hurted a lot, but even the light, damp rubbing of his skin on his cotton clothes made him horny. He needed to concentrate during the patrol and not think about his dick.

But now he focused his gaze on them. They were hard and the ring at the root of his cock began to push him lightly. It twitched and the first vein appeared on one side. Otherwise, the white skin turned pink, giving his cock an almost cute color.

Would others say that about him too?

Bakugou winced, digging his nails into his skin, afraid he would have injured his feet, which are almost uncomfortably pushed against the mirror. He wanted to ask himself if he wanted to start his imagination so soon, but he couldn't resist. Although he wanted to enjoy everything for as long as possible, he needed something more than his reflection and touches.

Although Bakugou didn't talk to others about partners and sex, even though he considered all sexual jokes to be childish, even though he didn't watch porn and don't have any interest in starting watching it; it didn't mean he was asexual. He thought so of himself until he was sixteen, but when the routine of rubbing against the bed during his morning erection turned into a pleasant moment, he started to doubt. His fantasies were vague at first, and something that touched him usually had no face or gender. All he liked was the feeling that someone was touching him.

Over time, however, he realized that even though sex wasn't a priority in his life, he was willing to try it sometimes. The idea of meeting someone new and dating seemed boring to him. The need to know everything about them is almost annoying. The possibility of having sex for one night seemed disgusting to him. When he could tell all this to the boys in his class, and some of them began to make fun of him that he would stay virgin for the rest of his life, he just shrugged and didn't care. He didn't need to discuss the details of his intimate life with them. The detail was that the only one he could imagine having sex with was someone very close to him. When the dark shadows in his head took shape, he felt almost guilty as he wiped his wet hand full of his own semen with a handkerchief.

However, he was curious by nature and the inability to understand something about himself tormented him. It only took him a few months to realize who he was. He created a new locker in his head, affixed a demisexual name tag on it, and his whole heart rejoiced that he finally understood himself. Only some people in his life could consider themselves his friends. He trusted them enough to entrust them with an important decision about the mission they would go on. He trusted them enough to go away with them and let them plan their entire vacation. He trusted them enough to open up to them and let them see inside his head and heart. He trusted them enough to let them touch his body, because his mind knew they were the only ones who could give him such pleasure.

He made no secret of his sexuality, and when Mineta started pushing him in this type of conversation in the locker room last year, he answered him without shame. In a moment, everyone approached him and wanted an explanation of a word they hadn't heard before. Bakugou rolled his eyes, but he explained everything to them anyway. Everyone looked at him like little children, to whom he told how children were born. “So, can we try it together one day?” Mineta asked, biting his lower lip. In three years, a perverted teenager became a fairly calm, determined man. Nevertheless, he still told too much sexual jokes. Before Bakugou could detonate him with his explosion, Iida slammed his straight palm into his head. Mineta began cursing that it hurt, and during the burst of laughter, Kirishima just said, “Even I would have a bigger chance, Mineta.” And if they would give Bakugou some attention, they would hear his shy: “Yes.”

Bakugou finally let go of his chest, dipped his index fingers with his saliva, and began running them over his nipples. They immediately hardened, same like a penis that was almost swollen along its entire length. Bakugou leaned more into the stool under his back and head and moaned loudly.

Over the years in high school, the work of a sidekick and subsequently a hero, the circle of his friends and acquaintances changed. With age, the preferences of what he expected from life changed. Yet there were nine people left in his life that he couldn't replace. Nine people who meant the world to him and he felt the urge to protect them. To felt them close.

And now they were also in his fantasies.

Bakugou closed his eyes and finally let himself be engulfed by the black darkness behind his eyelids, which soon turned into shapes and  colors. He saw himself in the same position as was now. Just instead of his hands touching his chest, they leaned on the ground. He had no mirror in front of him, just an empty room. His legs were spread. He looked like the main dish in a luxury restaurant, ready to get eaten. He was sure he heard footsteps approaching. His imagination could never make such a sound so perfectly, but the enthusiasm in the first place probably made him so excited that he felt as if the steps were right, just a few feet away.

Some of his fantasies were tender, some bolder, some wild, some almost loving. But he had only one favorite one. The most popular he had to concentrate on the most, but his orgasm was strong and his whole body then shook with exhaustion. Exactly the one he dreamed of right now.

Bakugou looked ahead in his imagination. Nine figures slowly emerged from the dark shadow. Bakugou's whole body shook, his fingers dug in his imagination into the ground beneath him, in reality he actually squeezed both of his nipples and moaned loudly. He quickly began to focus on the figures in front of him and sighed again. At that moment, he always understood how important they were to him. Friendship flooded his mind, love caught his heart, but his body responded only to desire.

The nine people at once were nine of his friends. Four girls, five boys. Each of them looked at him hungrily. They gave him confidence and reassurance. What was to happen was proof of the trust and love he felt for them and they for him. His whole body went crazy. He couldn't wait for them to take their positions and do whatever they pleased with him.

Kirishima was the first to move. But not toward Bakugou. He sat down on a chair, spread his legs, folded his arms across his chest. Bakugou always imagined him in a perfectly fitting, black suit with a white shirt with three buttons unbuttoned at the neck, where he could see the outline of his collarbones. His long, red hair was loose and fell halfway down his back. His face was neutral, too pensive. The serious expression gave him a sex appeal. Sero leaned against the chair Kirishima was sitting on. He wore similar clothes to Kirishima, only his shirt was black, with long sleeves. His hair was tied in a small ponytail and was freshly cut from his ears down. Gold jewelry gleamed around his neck, lobes, and fingers. He was smiling. Kaminari, with his tousled blond hair, sat down in front of Kirishima like a dog that needed to be close to his master. He was wearing jeans and a white tank top, over which he wore a translucent white shirt. He wore fingerless gloves and ran his fingers over his lips, which were complemented by a transparent lip gloss. He looked excited, as if he had been waiting for this moment forever.

Jirou and Mina stood side by side. Jirou wore long black pants and a jacket with only a red bra under it. She had been growing her hair since high school and had it combed into a messy ponytail. Her hair fell around her face, into her eyes. With dark makeup and tattoos on her arms, she looked almost dangerous. Mina leaned on her shoulder. Her pink skin in a white dress with silver embroidery almost shone. She wore several bracelets that tinkled, making a soft sound in his head. She smiled, bouncing enthusiastically, her hair falling from her shoulders, her yellow horns on her head twitching.

Uraraka stood beside them. Like Jirou, she wore long, tight-fitting pants, only white. A black crop-top that could barely hold the volume of her breasts. Her hair was combed into a bun. She looked serious, a little haughty. The energy around her was screaming - I'm the boss here . Midoriya stood beside her as an accessory. In his gray sweater and jeans, he looked like he didn't even belong there. He also had hair in a bun and had the same ring on his hand as Uraraka. They were married in his fantasies from the beginning. Midoriya kissed Uraraka on the cheek from time to time, and she smiled fondly. Still, she couldn't take her eyes off Bakugou's naked body. Todoroki stood beside her other side, dressed in a fitting white suit with a red tie and gold accessories. His face was as neutral as ever, but his face was a little pink.

There was only one person left. In front of Bakugou stood Momo in a beautiful, tight-fitting red strapless dress with a slit almost to her side, which revealed that she had no underwear under her dress. Her black, long hair was draped to one side, where it fell over her shoulder to her navel. The dark make-up gave her a look of seductive aura. She was the only one with painted nails. They, too, glowed red, as did her dress and lipstick. She looked almost ethereal. She stood closest to him for one reason only. She was always the first to start.

Walking slowly, cat-like, her hands clasped at her hips, which rippled to the beat of Bakugou's heartbeat, she walked over to him. Her fingers grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. He bit his lip. He felt so small and unnecessary compared to the goddess standing over him. She stuck her thumb into his mouth. As soon as he began to suck it, she stroked his hair with her other hand, and Bakugou felt her sweet, feminine voice whisper, “That's right. Good boy.”

In reality, Bakugou stuck one finger in his mouth while moving his other hand to his cock. It was pleasantly warm, with two swollen veins. The ring around his root was already full. Bakugou began to touch himself lightly.

Momo pulled a finger from his mouth and wiped it on his face. Bakugou looked at her like a lost puppy, unaware of what he should do as the next step. But Momo is ready to show him everything. Her fingers, which didn't stroke his hair, hooked under the slit of her dress. She pulled her dress over her hip, revealing her skin and firm thigh. Bakugou immediately reached out and uncovered the dress to the side. He swallowed dry. He was right. Momo was naked under her dress. “ All for you ,” she told him, digging her fingers into his hair and bringing him closer to her crotch.

“Thank you, ma'am,” he whispered as he leaned over and dug his nose into the soft skin and hairs carefully cut into a narrow line. It smelled like freshly grated orange peel. He moaned contentedly and ran his tongue up, his nose full of the smell of her pussy. He kissed her — once, twice, three times — until he stuck out the tip of his tongue and ran over the clit. Momo jerked, digging her fingers more into his hair, but she didn't make a sound. Bakugou decided to change that. After a few cat licks, he opened his mouth and stuck almost his entire tongue out. At regular intervals, he licked her up, down, from side to side, so that all she could feel was his dexterous tongue. After a few expertly aimed licks, Momo tilted her head and moaned loudly. Bakugou crouched on her even more. His whole nose and mouth were flooded with her taste. He had never come close enough to a girl in real life to know what it really was like. He hoped that it was as hot, wet and tasty as he had imagined.

Bakugou's cock was already swollen, his hand moving up and down, a pair of drops of transparent juice forming on the tip. But it was still not enough. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and reached for lubricant. He squeezed some of the contents into his palm, rubbed it carefully, and took his cock in his hand again. He hissed. Cold, yet pleasant. He began to move his hand a little faster.

He went back to his imagination. Momo was already moaning loudly, her fingers still pushing his head into her crotch, and he moaned contentedly in her warmth, which opened up like a flower ready for someone to pluck it. But he knew that wasn't what Momo wanted. She stood over him like someone superior to his own desire. He liked the feeling of power over him. Momo smiled at him between sighs, her eyes twinkling with tears of lust.

She let go of her dress and pointed a finger behind her. She began to lure Mina to them with her index finger. She jumped with excitement again and ran to them. She touched Momo's butt lightly and immediately knelt beside Bakugou. “You look so beautiful like this,” she whispered in his ear before biting his lobe. Bakugou arched his back, but he sank even more into Momo's pussy. His tongue found her narrow entrance and began to examine it. Saliva ran down his chin and dripped into his lap. Some fell on his thighs, some in his crotch. Mina reached out, his thighs spread even more, and began to play with the wet puddles on his skin. “That'll be enough,” she said to herself, moving her hand to his cock, which stood haughtily, demanding attention. Her experienced, rough palms, with his saliva and her own acid, wet his cock and she began to play with him.

“Mina, Momo,” Bakugou sighed softly into the empty apartment as he quickened his hand on his cock.

He wanted to moan in his imagination, but his mouth was full of Momo's juice that filled him. Momo exhaled contentedly, letting him lazily lick the last of her climax for a few more seconds before pulling him away. His whole chin was wet and glistening. Momo smiled at him, her cheeks red, her pupils outstretched. She stroked his hair and whispered, “Good, great, wonderful Katsuki.” Bakugou didn't know if he was moaning more under her sweet words or the harsh, damp touches Mina gave him. She kept biting his ear, occasionally kissing him on the cheek.

“Relax,” said Jirou, who stroked Momo's hips and kissed her neck. Momo leaned against her for a moment. Bakugou knew that Momo only dated men, and Jirou enjoyed the single life of a hero and a rocker; yet they were looking at each other with the same interest he and  Kirishima were looking at each other. Maybe they were both best friends, like the two of them - but that's why he knew there was never just friendship.

He let them have their moment, indulge in the other's warmth as Mina accelerated and began to stroke him more quickly. His whole body was hot, and before he could warn her, it peaked. His own semen covered his entire lower abdomen and a piece of his chest.

“Mina, Mina, Mina,” Bakugou whispered excitedly in reality, opening his eyes to look at his reflection. His cock was now in the color of deep pink, the tip a little red. His hand quickened and he felt his climax. But before he could squirt at least a little sperm, the ring at his root closed and stopped him. It was torture. Pleasant torture that couldn't be compared to anything. Even when he recognized his body and came without ejaculation, it wasn't the same as he felt now. Maybe his hand wasn't sprinkled with sperm and his cock didn't soften, but he could still feel it. The excitement that culminated and flooded his entire body with heat. However, unlike normal days, he could continue. He could feel this a few more times. He remembered the day he found out what edging meant and what these rings could do. Once he tried, he couldn't stop. It was addictive.

He relaxed, the hand on his cock moving slowly. He was too sensitive. He needed a moment to calm down. He began to breathe deeply and closed his eyes again.

Mina giggled and kissed him on the cheek again. “You're cute,” she told him before rubbing her nose several times with his, and with her hand wet from his sperm, she began to wipe the last remnants of Momo on his chin. “Cute,” she said once more before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. Bakugou leaned his head against her shoulder, her breast poking into his chin. She was hot, smelling of cotton candy and cinnamon. She smelled like the comfort of home and carefree.

Mina kissed his hair the moment Jirou knelt in front of him. Momo was gone, he couldn't even see through the fog of desire all the figures in his head. He sensed only Mina's warmth and Jirou, who placed both hands on his knees and forced him to lay them on the ground. She immediately moved her hand to his testicles, which she squeezed. Bakugou jumped, sank more into Mina, and pushed forward to give Jirou better access to him. She grabbed his hips and helped him lean slightly. She smiled as she focused her eyes on his hole - pink, bare, ready.

Bakugou reached for the lubricant next to him again. This time he squeezed almost half of the bottle into his palm. Lubricant dripped from his fingers. Bakugou didn't care. He moved closer to the mirror, tilted his back more, leaning only on the back of his stool. In front of the mirror, he could clearly see his swollen cock and entrance, which clenched and opened as if trying to grab something. He didn't do it often, but now he had to. He needed to feel not only something on him, but also in him.

He dipped his first finger into the moment Jirou did it in his head. He moaned immediately and bent over so she could stick her finger in it. “Wow,” she whispered admiringly, “it's so easy with you,” she said, stroking his lower abdomen with her other hand, where his first climax had dried. She circled her finger from side to side until she found a bundle of nut-sized nerves, pushing hard against it. Bakugou groaned again, but quieter than Jirou wished. She frowned slightly and dipped another finger into him. Bakugou's voice was louder as she began to touch him. “I see,” Jirou said, looking at Mina, “he needs something bigger.”

Mina giggled at her remark and pressed herself closer to Bakugou. “Only the best for our boy.” Jirou smiled at her and looked into Bakugou's face. He was all twisted with excitement, his eyelids drooping, his mouth open and wet. She added a third to the other finger, a fourth after a while. She moved slowly in and out with them until she focused only on his prostate. Her fingers played with it like with strings on her favorite guitar.

Bakugou began to writhe, moaning out loud and begging, “That's enough, Kyoka.” But his fingers still didn't stop. He was still sinking into his heat, which hadn't been tight for a long time. Only wet, ready to use. The very thought of it was so exciting that a black ring closed at his root again. It wasn't a climax, but he was approaching it.

“Eager,” Jirou laughed, but she pulled her fingers out of him. She wiped them on her black pants. They both knew that they would soon have ugly white smudges on them. She turned and looked at the brunette behind her. “Ochako, I think your time has come.” Jirou stroked his entrance, testicles, and swollen cock for the last time before she got up and left. Mina kissed Bakugou's hair, helped him sit up straight, and left with her.

He didn't stay alone for long. Ochako appeared in front of him. “You look beautiful, Katsuki,” she whispered as she adjusted the strap around her hips with her hands. Bakugou didn't even notice it from a distance. He licked his lips and bit them. He knew what awaited him. After that he lay on his elbows, spread his legs a little more, and waited. “Beautiful,” she whispered again.

“Izuku—” she called to her fiancé, but she kept her eyes on Bakugou, “—come help me, love.” Midoriya stood immediately beside her. Without a word, he took down her crop-top. Bakugou swallowed hard and stiffened. Like Momo, Uraraka wasn't wearing underwear. Her large, heavy breasts attracted him. He never had the desire to touch someone's chest as he had when he saw Uraraka in her tight-fitting costume or neckline dress. They looked so soft, yet firm. Maybe thanks to her quirk, they weren't even affected by gravity, and they were still sticking up, along with big, dark nipples. Midoriya immediately focused on her pants and unzipped them. He knelt so he could take them off and throw them aside. Even then, he kept kneeling. Like Bakugou, he looked at Ochako, who tilted her head to the side and looked at Bakugou.

Bakugou pulled his fingers out of his hole, yet kept them close. As Uraraka knelt between his legs in his imagination, she squeezed his narrow waist with one hand and grabbed the toy attached to the strap at his hips with the other, dipping it into his hole again. “Oh, Ochako, Ochako,” he whimpered, and immediately began to push his fingers in and out quickly.

Ochako never waited. Once she was in him, she started thrusting fast. Bakugou bit his fist so as not to scream loudly as he felt it being penetrated deeper than Jirou's fingers. “Handy and beautiful,” she whispered. She looked admiringly into his face, at his wet body from sweat and semen, at his swollen cock. Sometimes she looked as low as she could. She watched as a short but wide dildo disappeared in his warmth. She phantomly felt how he was gripping her, trying to get as close to her as he could. She dug her long nails into his thighs.

Bakugou tilted his neck unnaturally. He didn't notice the crunch in the back, only the lust that spread throughout his body. His fingers ached, as did his wrists. But he didn't stop. He couldn't. Because Uraraka didn't stop either.

Uraraka turned for the first time as the first crescents from his fingernails began to appear on his thighs and Bakugou felt soft skin tearing beneath them. She stopped watching his face and focused on her fiancé, who was still obediently sitting on his knees behind her, his hands folded in his lap, waiting. “Come here,” she said sweetly, as if calling to her favorite pet. Midoriya listened to her immediately. He crawled to her, buried his head in her shoulder and kissed her. He was already stretching his arms out in front of him to touch the blond man—

“No,” Bakugou whispered, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was already soaked with his sweat that it fell around his head and into his eyes. His face and ears were all red. Despite the excitement and fog in front of his eyes, he managed to grin cruelly and laugh lightly. “Not you,” he told his imagination.

Midoriya whimpered unhappily. “You know the rules,” Uraraka said in his ear, kissing him on the cheek before she bent over. Bakugou forgot about his childhood friend and enjoyed himself the pleasure she had given him again. Now she was full inside. She twisted her hips from side to side to make him feel full as much as possible. Meanwhile, Midoriya kissed her neck, squeezing her breasts with his hands and rubbing his own hips against her ass. It was the only thing he allowed him to do. He could watch, he could touch his fiancée, but he couldn't interfere in their act. No touches, no kisses, no words. He was just Uraraka's accessory he respected. He liked to know how much power he had over him. Because he—

“You could never do that. Y-you wouldn't do it for her,” he stammered excitedly as the hand on his cock slowed and his wrist began to shake. Uraraka longed for this, and Bakugou knew — thanks to one evening of drinking too much wine — that they had tried it several times before, but they could get no further than one finger. Midoriya wasn't comfortable with it, and Uraraka didn't force him to do anything. But Bakugou saw that her dominant side had longed for it for several years.

But he loved it. He loved when he could feel someone inside him. Feel the excitement that pulsed only because of his beautiful body, sharp tongue, great kisses and touches. “You're so good, Katsuki,” Uraraka whispered as she thrust a few more times, digging her fingers into his hips so that for a moment he couldn't tell when he was ending, and she began. She shivered for a few moments, and Midoriya hugged her tightly and looked into her face. His face was as red as hers, his eyes narrowed with love and climax. “Oh, Deku, honey,” she laughed as she stroked his hair and he dug his forehead into her throat.

Bakugou laughed. “Pathetic.” Who could climax into his pants as a teenager just by watching his fiancée having sex with someone he had admired all his life? Just Midoriya. “Fucking cuck.”

Uraraka got out of him cautiously. Midoriya helped her get dressed again and touched Bakugou's ankle as they stood up. It was the only touch he had given him throughout his fantasy. He liked him, but even after years of friends, he loved to torture him. He still couldn't catch his breath, and he heard more footsteps.

Bakugou opened his eyes and blinked. They seemed real. A seed of uncertainty settled in his stomach. But before he could see anything — though he was sure he was alone in the apartment, Kirishima messaged him today that he wouldn't return until tomorrow night — he whined. The slightest movement dug his fingers even deeper. He pulled them out of his hole and placed his hand beside his side. He let the hand rest for a moment. His other hand touched him faster. Bakugou felt another approaching orgasm, which was stopped by the ring at his root before his whole hand could be poured by white juice. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned as he shivered and closed his eyes again.

“You look beautiful, Kacchan,” Kaminari laughed, suddenly sitting between his legs. He was naked, his cock rubbing cutely against his stomach. When he saw that Bakugou was giving him all his attention, he took his cock in his hand and placed it next to Bakugou's.

“Denki,” Bakugou whispered softly, tightening his grip.

Kaminari's grip was always firm so that he could hug both of their penises. Bakugou's cock was warmer and wider, but Kaminari's was more veined and longer. Kaminari instead of a hand, but moved his hips. He started rubbing their cocks together. “W-Wow, Kacchan,” Kaminari whispered excitedly as Bakugou began to pour a lot of pre-cum and their cocks made some naughty noises as he rubbed. Bakugou lay beneath him, almost as if he had no bones. He didn't move, his hands resting loosely along his body. His chin was tilted down and he was looking at his crotch. He watched Kaminari grip them and saw only two dark pink tips. He licked his lips.

“I would like to do this.” Bakugou looked up from his crotch and looked at Sero, who was squatting beside him. He stroked Bakugou's stomach and scooped some of his semen into his fingers. He put his fingers in his mouth and laughed. “Sweet.” He unbuttoned his shirt, but didn't take it off. Bakugou looked at his long, sinewy body and elaborate chest. After the first sidekick paycheck he got, he got a tattoo of a large owl with outstretched wings. The tattoo was precise. Bakugou looked at it every time Sero undressed. He reached for his chest and touched the black skin. Sero smiled at him. “Do you like it, Katsuki?” Bakugou could only nod. “What about this?”

Bakugou twisted his wrist. It almost didn't hurt anymore. He spat in his palm and moved it to his cock. He jumped. “Oh, Hanta,” he whispered, closing his eyes again so he could immerse himself in his imagination.

Exactly as he expected. Sero leaned toward their joined tips and touched them with his tongue. His tongue was wet, wide, long, and most importantly strangely soft. Both Bakugou and Kaminari moaned. Sero first licked their mixed juices until they were completely drier. He tapped Kaminari on the thigh. He understood. He released them, moved his hand only to his cock, and pulled away. Sero grabbed Bakugou's cock and took it in his mouth. Just the tip. He played with it, massaged it with his tongue.

Kaminari stared at them for a moment until his dick began rubbing against Bakugou's testicles. They withdrew again.

“Oh, hell, again—again— agh!” Bakugou shouted, bending over. This time his cock hurt. It began to throb in him. Bakugou's eyes were filled with tears. He loved how he couldn't tell what was arousal, and what was already too much and hurt for his body. As if he didn't even feel the border. For a moment he saw only white stars before his eyes.

“Kacchan,” Kaminari whispered excitedly, and began humping him a little faster.

“You taste great,” Sero praised him as he pulled away from him for a moment. “Come here,” he said, and Bakugou listened. He sat down slowly so as not to faint from the way he felt dizzy. He put his hands on the ground and waited for Sero to do it. He licked his cock the entire length for the last time, gathered the last drops of his climax on his tongue, and knelt. He was slightly taller than Bakugou. He grabbed his chin and made him tilt his head. He opened his mouth with his thumb and pressed it hard against his tongue. Bakugou closed his eyes. As soon as Sero's hot saliva mixed with his sperm touched his tongue, which he slowly spat into his mouth, he whimpered and shot his hips higher in the hope that someone would notice his cock again. Kaminari understood. He immediately took them in his palm. Bakugou whimpered again. “Done,” Sero laughed as he pulled away from him and wiped his mouth. Bakugou slowly opened his eyes, his mouth still open. “Swallow,” he ordered softly, and Bakugou listened immediately. Sero smiled happily at him.

“Thank you,” Bakugou whispered, his voice full of lust. Sero winked at him.

There were further steps. Bakugou focused his gaze on Sero's shoulders, on which someone had laid their hands. Sero stroked his friend lightly on the hot palm. “I want to, too,” Todoroki said, helping Sero to stand up on his feet again. Sero disappeared, Todoroki replaced him. But he didn't kneel like his friend. He was only wearing a shirt, the sleeves of which he rolled up over his elbows and trousers, in which The outline of a large erection was visible. He stared at Kaminari for a moment, rubbing against Bakugou as his favorite toy. “Bakugou—” Todoroki took a step toward him, rubbed his thigh against his shoulder, and forced him to look at him, “—open your mouth.”

“Shit, Shouto,” Bakugou whispered as he moved his free hand, completely dry from the constant up and down movements, back to his lips. He put three fingers in his mouth and began to suck them. He groaned contentedly and closed his eyes again.

Todoroki slowly unbuckled his belt, followed by a button and zipper. Like everyone in the room, he had no underwear under his clothes. Bakugou reached out with his right hand to the hem of his pants and helped him pull them under his ass. His cock was already swollen and it almost punched Bakugou in the face. Bakugou touched him only twice, revealing his tip, which was still hiding a little under his skin, and opening his mouth wide. He was immediately overwhelmed by his taste, which he liked so much. Rather, he wondered how it was possible that, thanks to his quirk, he could feel his cock as hot as lava on one side and icy as a piece of ice on the other. It was nice, special and unique. Unable to get enough of the feeling, he inserted his cock deeper and deeper into his throat.

Bakugou rubbed his fingers against the almonds, and a little further, down to his neck. He thanked God that when he began to get to know his sexuality and after the first payout, as a sidekick, he bought the first toy for which he tried everything, he found that he had no gag reflex. He could put the toys so far into his mouth that he was afraid he would swallow them all. Just as he loved the feeling of something stretching his entrance, so he loved when his mouth was full.

And he admired it in his imagination. His nose was tinged with trimmed pubes, as halved in red and white as his hair. He smelled of sweat and cheap shower gel. Just as he loved the sweet scent of his girl friends, so he loved the masculine scent of musk on his male friends. And Todoroki was one of those who smelled the best. Bakugou immediately began to suck him, moving his head up and down, massaging him with his tongue, and playing with his testicles with a hand no longer held by his cock.

“Unbelievable,” Kaminari whispered, still rubbing against Bakugou, his eyes fixed on the two. “I will n-not last that long,” he laughed at his own little endurance.

“Neither do I,” Todoroki admitted, placing both hands on Bakugou's head. Bakugou looked at him. Todoroki's face was twisted with arousal, biting his lower lip and moaning softly. “ You're too good, Bakugou,” he told him, digging his fingers into his hair. He immediately forced him to speed up. Once they found a common rhythm, he began to pound into his mouth. Bakugou couldn't even breathe as he slammed his nose into his lower abdomen. “If you weren't an h-hero, you could do this for a living,” Todoroki suggested, narrowing his eyes. “I'd love to be your c-client.”

Kaminari laughed breathlessly at the idea. “M-me, too.” Before Bakugou could tell them to keep quiet, Kaminari clasped his hands beside Bakugou's hips and leaned toward his ear. “You would be our whore, Kacchan.”

That was enough to make Bakugou come again. He bit his fingers until he felt the familiar taste of his blood on his tongue. He immediately pulled his fingers out of his mouth and began to wipe them on the towel next to him. He withdrew his hand, which was beginning to turn unnaturally purple. The protruding veins were already bluish. The ring around the root was stretched to burst. “Fuck,” Bakugou whispered, leaning his hands on the ground and stretching his back. It made an uncomfortable sound. He needed to gain some strength. Relax. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He ran his tongue over his lips and laughed. It reminded him of a two-year-old memory.

At a former Class 3-A Christmas party, Sato brought his girlfriend. She had a cloning quirk, similar to the one the hero Ecloplasma had at school. She just couldn't copy herself, but the people she touched. When he said goodbye and went to their apartment with Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima to play games and watch a movie, they talked about what they would do if their clone appeared in front of them. Kirishima immediately became enraged at how he would fight him. Kaminari immediately began to dream about how no one could ever match his energy, so he would finally have a partner for all the nonsense he wanted to do. Sero sprawled on the couch and dreamed of letting him do his job while he enjoyed his time off at home. When it was Bakugou's turn, he simply replied, “I'd fuck him.” All three of his friends looked at him in fright. Sero broke the awkward silence with a question: “But you're still a virgin, Bakugou. Would you lose your first night - with yourself?” Bakugou just shrugged. “Who else knows my body so well that it would be an unforgettable night?” He went to do something to eat, and the boys didn't return to the subject.

But Bakugou wasn't ashamed of his answer. He liked himself. He didn't mind looking at his naked self in the bathroom. He didn't mind watching himself when he was masturbating. Only under his touch could he turn off and forget everything around him.

But now he didn't want to. Because his favorite part of the fantasy was coming. Last but the best. As he liked it. Best of all for the end, he told himself, often as he tried to justify why, in his imagination, he let himself be touched by everyone other than the one he burned the most for.

Bakugou looked at his crotch. He was still swollen, but the ring relaxed a little. He took it off slowly. It burned and when he touched the tip, he whimpered. However, he didn't come yet. He saved the most beautiful thing just for this.

He lay down on the stool again, his eyes still on the mirror.

But his imagination came to life again. He sat, legs slightly apart, an hole ready for someone to dive into immediately. Hair disheveled, mouth swollen, eyes filled with tears. Kaminari and Todoroki eventually came directly on him, and their semen flowed from his chin down, between his legs. His body was wet and glistening with sweat. He was tired, but he still wanted to continue.

He focused on the last person in the room. Kirishima was the only one still fully clothed. He sat in a chair, legs spread to relieve the painful erection in his tight pants. When they were all done, they sat quietly around the room and were silent. They knew that someone Worthy was coming to take him.

Kirishima unbuckled his watch and placed it on the table beside him, along with all the jewelry he had on his fingers and wrists. He walked slowly over to Bakugou, stepped in front of him, the only one who said nothing. He grabbed his chin and made him look at him. He raised an eyebrow.

Bakugou understood. “Please, sir, take me,” he said loudly. So that Kirishima would understand that he meant it. The redhead just grinned. He grabbed his chin even harder. “ Please, sir,” Bakugou tried again. He shivered slightly. Kirishima was always the only one to torture him, and it took him a long time to surrender to him. “Please, sir, I was so good.”

“Please,“ Bakugou whimpered in reality, “please, Eijirou.” His name sounded so beautiful in his tongue. He didn't know why he and Kirishima hadn't yet called themselves by their first names. They've known each other for so long. They experienced a lot together. They had slept in the same bed together since high school, at the beginning because one of them had a nightmare or was homesick, but over time they did so because they enjoyed it. Kirishima always called him Katsuki when he got drunk. And Bakugou's heart was always pounding so hard in his chest that he almost suffocated. “Eijirou,” Bakugou whispered again, relaxing more.

“You're incredible, Katsuki.” Bakugou groaned. His name never sounded as beautiful as it came from Kirishim's mouth. “Do you want this?” He asked as he touched his bulging erection in his pants. He weighed it in his palm several times. Bakugou licked his lips and nodded. “I didn't understand that,” Kirishima said, putting his hands in his pockets, “ you probably don't want me to play with you.”

“I want to!” Bakugou shouted impatiently, spreading his legs more as proof of his words. Kirishima's eyes immediately fell to his cock and the open entrance, which glistened with saliva and sperm. It winked at him in regular intervals to see how excited he was. Kirishima swallowed dry. He looked into Bakugou's face again. “I want it, sir, so much,” he tried again, tears welling up in his eyes again. He didn't understand why he was always so hungry when his imagination revolved around Kirishima. He managed to endure it with the others, even at times he tortured them; but it was always different with Kirishima. He begged, moaned, whimpered, shouted. He gave himself to him and let him do what he wanted with him. This Kirishima - the one in his head - knew it, he was abusing it, and Bakugou didn't mind.

“You deserve it today,” Kirishima said at last, and sighed, “I'm starting to have a weakness for you, kitten,” he said with a smirk, and Bakugou denied the desire to whine. Even so, what sounded like an imitation of cat purring came from his throat. Kirishima laughed. He knelt in front of him, his hands still in his pockets. “Undress me,” he ordered. Bakugou listened immediately. Eagerly, but expertly, so as not to break any buttons, he took off his shirt. He wanted to sink his head between his muscles and grab him with his hands behind the big ass. Kirishima was several times not only civilians but also heroes voted as the sexiest hero in Japan. And Bakugou had to prove they were right.

As he unbuttoned his pants, Kirishima pulled his hands out of his pockets and stroked Bakugou's hair. He began to moan contentedly, but still focused on his work. Soon his pants were down, and Bakugou admired his whole cock.

“God,” Bakugou whimpered, finally reaching for the dildo he'd had prepared from the start. He moistened it with lubricant until it almost slipped from his palms. He smeared it carefully until it felt like it was really stroking Kirishima's cock. That's exactly why he chose this toy.

Since middle school, he has showered with other boys. It didn't change in high school. During the shower, there were also important talks and comments, either about training or school. It was normal for boys with shampoo-filled hair, naked and wet from a running shower over their heads and protruding penises, to look at each other and talk during the process. None of them were saints, and even though they tried to make them just listen to them, their eyes sometimes slipped a little lower. Everyone knew how big others were. That's why everyone envied Kirishima a little. Sato, Koda, and Shouji were tall and muscular, so it wasn't surprising that they were the biggest in terms of their dicks. But Kirishima was one of the biggest, and he was one of the smallest in the class in height and had same muscles as the others. On his body, his cock looked almost unnatural.

But it was nothing until he filled it with blood and began to stand in pleasure. Bakugou only saw it once. But he never forgot. It might have been different if he'd caught Kirishima watching porn or masturbating, but this - this was weird for both of them. They were on a mission with Mirko together, helping her fight some embarrassing villains who had tried to rob an old house that they had half destroyed. They were helping the last family out when the other half of the house collapsed. Bakugou stood under it, and before he could react and get out, a large rubble fell on him. But he felt no pain. When he opened his eyes, he found Kirishima rushing toward him, activating his quirk, and with his hardened back and arms, he held the rubble all over his body. They were glued to each other, and whenever Bakugou tried to move, he moved Kirishima too. They breathed into each other's faces and looked into each other's eyes. They were covered in rubble, and even if nothing happened to them, they had to wait until the fire department rescued them. Bakugou couldn't use his explosions, otherwise they would have collapsed even more and Kirishima would no longer be able to withstand another ton of weight. Kirishima, on the other hand, couldn't turn off his quirk or move, otherwise the rubble would fall on his friend. While waiting, looking at each other's faces and breathing the hot breath of the other, Kirishima shivered and blushed. Bakugou lowered his eyes and noticed that his pants had torn during the rescue. And they revealed— “Kiri—”

“I'm sorry,” his friend whispered shyly, tears welling in his eyes.

But Bakugou just shook his head. “I-It's okay,” he stammered, turning his eyes back to his face. They both preferred to close their eyes. All the while they waited for the firefighters, whose work took an unnaturally long time, they felt Kirishima's cock rubbing against their bellies and longing for some attention. Bakugou had to lie on his hands so he wouldn't touch him.

When the firefighters finally pulled them out, Kirishima immediately transformed his body into the Unbreakable, where his entire body turned into rock. Nobody noticed anything. He could get out unnoticed around the corner and cover his crotch with a red cloth that had been strewn on the ground. They never talked about it.

But Bakugou didn't forget that. He still had the perfect cock in front of his eye. Wide, firm, wet, long. He had never seen anything more perfect in his life. He even drew it once, hoping it would help him stop thinking about it. But it further supported his desire. He was finally able to satisfy it when he bought his favorite toy.

When he was sure the toy was perfectly prepared, he grabbed the end with one hand and pressed it to his entrance. He dipped his fingers in his other hand. He was still quite wet and ready. He spread his fingers so that the tip of the toy would easily sink into his warmth. As soon as he felt an icy kiss at the tip, he groaned and closed his eyes again.

“Katsuki—” Kirishima moaned as he plunged into him excruciatingly slowly, “—you're so tight,” he complimented him. Bakugou was always perfectly stretched so that nothing hurt him. The tightness Kirishima felt were just the exercises he had learned to do. It was nice for him too. He felt him so much more inside him. “You're throbbing,” Kirishima laughed as he placed his hand on his lower abdomen and squeezed.

“Don't do it ,” Bakugou whined.

“Why not ?” He asked, squeezing even more. “Would you piss yourself? Like a small, untrained kitten?” Bakugou groaned and nodded several times. “That would be interesting,” he laughed at the thought that the perfect Bakugou Katsuki wouldn't be able to control his bladder after his best friend's sperm and heat flooded his entire gut.

“Sir, please don't torture me,” Bakugou whimpered, looking at his crotch. Kirishima held him by the hips and lifted him slightly off the ground to give him a perfect view of how all his purple cock sank into his hole. “Please,” he whimpered several times.

“You're incredible, Katsuki ,” Kirishima said as he entered him fully and moaned for the first time. His voice sounded a little rougher than normal. More charismatic, more sexy, more predatory . “Unbelievable, but so perfect.” Before Bakugou could say anything, Kirishima began to thrust into him.

Bakugou immediately immersed the dildo completely in his body and began to move slowly back and forth, in and out. He needed to get used to it, but he couldn't continue so slowly for a long time. The bumps on his dildo rubbed against all the walls, and especially against his prostate - the little nut that made goosebumps all over his body and he longed to feel something more, more, more.

“More?” Kirishima laughed at his imagination, releasing his hips and clasping his hands next to his head. Bakugou grabbed him by the hips and looked at him. “Then I'll give you more.” And Kirishima dropped everything that had tamed him until then.

Bakugou forgot how to breathe. He could only think of how beautiful Kirishima looked. Leaning over him, his long hair, which looked like a red flood of lion fur, fell halfway down his back, baring his sharp teeth and moaning. Loud, deep. He sounded dangerous. Everyone was afraid of the sound. No one would dare enter the territory of his kingdom. Bakugou was his, and he admired everyone by the way he pushed hard, deep, and fast into him. Bakugou repaid him equally - only Kirishima could make such desirable and satisfied sounds out of him.

“Oh, sir, sir, you—”

“Shut up, Katsuki,” Kirishima growled. Bakugou pressed his mouth tightly together, into a narrow line, just to blow through his nose. Tears welled in his eyes again. He wanted to moan, whimper, beg. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to show him how good he was for him. He wanted Kirishima to hear him. But the redhead apparently didn't want it. He was almost crying when Kirishima squeezed his chin tightly, forcing him to look into his eyes again. The first tears ran down his cheeks. Kirishima wiped them carefully. He was so strangely tender, it didn't match the hard thrusts that made his hips at all. “That's not my name, Katsuki. If you want something,” he leaned over to his ear and whispered, “call me by my name.”

“I-I can't—”

“You can. You can do anything - you are Bakugou Katsuki.”

“B-but—” Kirishima pulled away from him and thrusted again in a brutal way. Targeted to hit his prostate with every move.

Bakugou bent over and groaned, “Eijirou!” Bakugou looked at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was already half-face down. One hand moved frantically on his cock, the other controlled the dildo. He always pulled it out almost completely and pushed it all the way in again. “Eijirou,” he moaned again.

“That's it, Katsuki, say my name.”

“Eijirou,” Bakugou moaned in reality. He loved the way his name sounded so sweet.

“Katsuki,” Kirishima moaned, his elbows falling around his head. He leaned his nose against his and let their breaths mix into one. He thrusted faster and deeper. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” Bakugou answered him in reality. His voice was getting louder and louder. The neighbors must have heard him. But he didn't care. Now he was fully immersed in his imagination, in the lust that flowed through his body. “I love it,” he repeated, “t-the way you're inside me.”

“That sounds wonderful, Katsuki. Do you think about it often?”

“Often. Too often, Eijirou. I want—oh!”

“Hmm?”

“I've wanted this since I saw you, hard and horny for me—!”

“Really? So long?”

“So long. So long Eijirou! I wanted to touch you. I-I wanted to feel you. I-I wanted them to find us so I could pull you around the corner so I could suck you.” Bakugou shuddered. He never said it out loud. He never admitted it. But if he ever really felt the urge to do something sexually, it was only with his best friend. He thought about it more and more, and maybe he just couldn't admit why. But now he was willing to give in to all those ideas and desires. He celebrated, didn't he? “I want to f-feel you. Have you finally f-for yourself. God, I'd like to have you. In my mouth, in my hand, inside me. Eijirou, Eijirou, Eijirou—!”

“Katsuki,” Kirishima moaned, and hugged him, “Me too.”

Tears began to stream down Bakugou's face. He felt so much. He couldn't even name some of the emotions. He wanted to prolong it, but he wanted each other to have it all over, and he felt the perfect satisfaction he had been waiting for. “Eijirou,” he whimpered again, his hands quickening again. He began to move his toes. He was approaching the top. He could feel it in every crease of his body. “Eijirou!”

“You can, Katsuki.”

“I-I—”

“Do it for me.”

“Eijirou!” Bakugou shouted, and finally, after a long, torturous, yet so wonderful hour of masturbating, he finally came. His cock jerked and squirted the white juice he had saved for the perfect moment. His insides tightened, and he gripped a toy that suddenly seemed twice as big as if it were supposed to tear him. Kirishima, too, moaned, arched, and filled him so much that he had a bulging belly for a moment.

Bakugou wanted to sink into his imagination for a while, to stroke Kirishima's cheek and finally kiss him. But instead he lost consciousness for a moment.

After a few seconds, he woke up again. He was still breathing fast. His head was like in the clouds, his mouth dry. He turned his head to the side and opened his eyes. He looked beautiful. His body glistened with sweat, he had a few splashes of white on his stomach and chest, his cock was still swollen, he was throbbing a little still. He stroked his cock gently with his hand, touched one white splash with the other and wiped it off. He put his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them dry. He never imagined that sperm could taste so good. Like his saliva, like his sweat, the semen was sweet and tasted light after caramel. He sometimes felt like a walking Christmas stick. He moaned contentedly and pulled his fingers out of his mouth. He slowly pulled the toy out of himself and placed it on the towel next to him. He relaxed, put his hands on his thighs, looked at his reflection, and gasped tiredly.

But after a few seconds, he heard it. The sound of footsteps he had heard from the beginning again. But this time he was no longer in his imagination. He frowned slightly. He couldn't turn, so he just focused his eyes on the corner of the mirror, which reflected not only his reflection but also the whole room.

There, around the corner that separated the hall from the living room, stood Kirishima. He was wearing camouflage trousers, a loose black T-shirt, a plaster on his face, and his right hand bandaged with a white bandage. He had a box of fast food in his hand. Bakugou was so immersed in his imagination and could only smell the lubricant and his sweat that he didn't even notice the smell of fried food. He opened his mouth a little when he noticed that Kirishima was shaking. The outline of his hard cock was also visible in his trousers. His mouth was ajar, the tips of his ears red, his eyes narrowed. He licked his lips and bared his sharp teeth for a moment.

Bakugou shivered again. He smiled. “Did you enjoy the show, Riot?”

Instead of answering, Kirishima tossed the food to the ground, and the sounds of approaching footsteps and the opening of the hatch echoed through the room.

Bakugou grinned. The celebration isn't over yet.