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Bakugou really thought he'd have enough time to jack off and clean up before he had to make it to class.
Unfortunately, here he was with a large ridged vibrator up his ass, and the clock had decided to cockblock him. He lay there on the sheets staring at his alarm clock debating his next move. He hadn't cum and was pissed he just wasted all that fucking time stretching himself. Bakugou flung himself off the bed, growling lowly in frustration. He'd just leave the godsdamn thing in then. The blond yanked his clothes on roughly and stomped out his dorm, fighting low moans as the, luckily turned-off, vibrator shifted around.
"Shitty hair! We're going to be fucking late if you don't hurry your dumbass up," Bakugou yelled, slamming his fist into the other's door. Leaning his head closer to Kirishima's door, he could hear thudding and a quiet "ow." The dumbass had been surprised awake by his greeting. Bakugou shook his head and snorted, knowing very much that he himself would be late also. He started tapping his foot in impatience as Kiri responded.
"I'm almost ready! I was totally awake before you got here!" drifted out through the door.
Bakugou thumped his fist against Kiri's door once more, "Yeah, right!"
Suddenly, he stumbled forward as the door was yanked open to reveal a messily dressed Kiri with a half-done bun.
"Hahh...," Bakugou breathed out sharply, smacking his palms onto the redhead's chest for support when the sudden movement pressed a ridge of the vibrator against his prostate.
Kiri's hands flew up to grasp his wrists, "Morning, Bakubro. Whoa, you okay?" The other immediately flushed a deep red.
Pulling back his hands and righting himself, Bakugou smoothed down his shirt, "Yeah, I'm fucking fine, Shitty Hair. Let's get the fuck to class." Turning on his heel, the blond quickly shudders and stalks away, completely missing the small clunk.
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Shrugging off his best friend's odd behaviour, Kirishima bent to pick up whatever had fallen out of Bakugou's pocket and shouted after him.
"Bro, wait up! You dropped....," he stood up with the piece of unassuming plastic in his hand, sentence fading out as he noticed Bakugou had already stomped out of view.
Why's he in such a hurry today? Wait.. do we have a fricking test I forgot? Kirishima thought to himself as he raced after Bakugou, subconciously pocketing the plastic. He started at the thought of a potential test that he must have missed the announcement on.
"Damn," Kirishima huffed out as he reached the school's hall and pumped his arms harder.
He skidded, sneakers screeching, into their classroom just as the bell rung. Bakugou was already sat facing the board when he arrived.
Ah, well, guess he really didn't want to talk. Is it about earlier? He looked embarrassed..., Kiri pondered, padding towards his desk.
Kirishima plopped down into his seat, still breathing heavily. He turned toward Kaminari and Mina, who were sat next to each other, "'Sup!"
"Morning, bro!"
"Hey, Kiri!"
He grinned back at them before turning to wave morning to Sero as well, about to open his mouth to greet him when Aizawa started announcements. Kirishima smiled an apology and twisted to face forward.
As he listened, Kirishima's fingers found the plastic box thing he'd picked up earlier. Stimming with it, Kirishima settled into his chair more comfortably and attempted to pay more attention to the lecture. The maths lectures never really taught him much; Aizawa taught too quickly for him to keep track with. He just relied on Bakugou's fantastic tutoring to help him pass the tests.
Oh, that's right. Bakugou. Kirishima flicked his gaze to the blond boy at the front of the class. He was shifting around a lot, fussing with his collar.
Odd. He's usually so still and focused. Must be whatever was bothering him from before, he thought, focusing on the lesson completely gone from his consciousness. Kiri watched as Bakugou squirmed and gripped the edge of his desk. Trace amounts of smoke were seeping out from under his palms. It must really be bothering him. damn.
Kirishima felt something press on the plastic he was holding and, an eyebrow raised, looked down curiously. So it was a remote of some kind that Bakugou had dropped. It didn't look anything like remotes Kiri had seen before. He had legitimately no idea for what Bakugou could be using it. A fan? Why would he have it in his school pants' pocket then? He shrugged and went back to fidgeting with it, pressing the small "+" button.
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Whatever fucker picked up his damn remote was going to get fucking hell when Bakugou found them out. They decided it'd be oh so funny to screw with him during class.
Bakugou gasped harshly, feeling the vibrations suddenly up immensely. He could feel each and every ridge buzzing much more madly into the soft silk of his insides. He clenched his smoking hands harder to his desk, desperately trying to stop shaking. Teeth dug into his bottom lip to keep his needy moans and gasps in.
He must be making quite the scene, breathing heavily and red-faced, but no one seemed to care, used to Bakugou's over-the-top actions. They didn't even react to the desk, which was slowly melting and dripping to the ground with the concentrated heat of Bakugou's suppressed explosions.
How do none of these extras hear this fucking thing? he wondered in shock. Bakugou then jolted forward over his desk to attempt to contain his pleasured expression and writhing. Instead of just buzzing at a steady pace, the damn vibrator had begun pulsing randomly. It wasn't one of the set patterns, so there was no way to prepare for or expect the next pulse of vibrations.
"Sh-ii-t," Bakugou cursed as he huffed breathlessly into the top of the desk, his hips jerking backwards ever so slightly.
"Bakugou!" He started at Aizawa's voice, thinking he'd been caught.
Looking up, the blond snapped, "What?" and hoped no one commented on the waver in his voice.
Aizawa's dark eyes narrowed at Bakugou, his gruff voice asking, "Do you need to visit Recovery Girl?" He gestured the chalk at the classroom door. Bakugou straightened himself up, forcing back his reactions.
"No, I'm fucking peachy. Keeping teaching these extras," Bakugou hissed, still panting slightly. Aizawa raised an eyebrow before shrugging and turning back around to continue writing on the board. The blond slumped back over his desk at that as he sighed internally, head in his arms.
"Mmph!" Bakugou slammed a hand to his mouth so as to bite into his fist. The damn extra had put the vibrator on every highest setting, and now, Bakugou's eyes rolled back as his hips thrust faster and more vigourously. He was going to fucking come in school surrounded by his classmates and teacher. He'd never live it down, but he also couldn't let go of his pride enough to leave to go jack off after he'd said he was fine.
Bakugou moaned softly, long and drawn out. Pleasure crashed through him as the vibrating sensations beat and beat at his abused prostate. He was so close, not aware of how his hands were now inch or so deep into the side of his desk. Bakugou didn't care anymore; he needed the orgasm so badly that tears had begun to well up in his eyes. Then he shifted his hips in just the right position and saw stars.
"FUCK!!!"
Just as he flooded his pants with come, he'd exploded the entirety of his desk. He assumed the distraction of the mess and debris would hopefully keep the class' focus as he stumbled out of the room. However, as soon as he stood up, the fact that the vibrator hadn't stopped was made very apparent. Bakugou made it a few feet on wobbly legs before crashing to the ground in front of Kiri's desk.
"Bakugou. Oh my gods," Aizawa hissed exasperatedly, steepling a hand on his forehead. "I don't know what quirk you were hit with or who pissed in your cereal; go cool off. You have detention for the rest of the week."
Bakugou barely heard him and the class muttering to each other; his gaze had landed on Kiri's. Tears were streaming down his face as he tried to push himself up. His arms didn't want to hold his weight as he twitched in overstimulation.
"I've got him, Sensei," Kiri said, his eyes never leaving Bakugou's wrecked form. The redhead stood up and hoisted Bakugou up. Immediately, Bakugou pressed his splotchy face into Kirishima's neck, whimpering. He couldn't stop shuddering and whining with the vibrator still going full-force inside him, and now he was in a pitiful state. He wouldn't dare let the rest of the class see that.
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Kirishima really had no idea what to say to the dazed and twitching Bakugou. What quirk could have done this? Rubbing a hand over one of the blond's shoulders, Kirishima walked them out of the class.
Only once they were out of the classroom and he'd shut the door behind them, did he comfort Bakugou, "Hey, man, I don't know who did this, but I got you. We'll get you rested and better soon. Got it?" Kirishima felt Bakugou nod his head against his shoulder as Kirishima guided Bakugou out to the dorms.