The weekend ended with Kirishima even more confused, Aoyama giggling and Bakugou just content. He had no idea what it all was, maybe it was the way Aoyama and his glitter laced lips wrapped around his cock, humming as he went down on him.
Bakugou sighed and his head fell back on his pillows. Grabbing blond hair that was currently bobbing up and down on his lap, he took a deep shattered breath.
"...fuck!" Bakugou gasped, feeling his toes curl and his mind turn to mush.
They had played the video game well into dark, and Aoyama had been in his damn lap again- wiggling and teasing him all afternoon. Not that he could do much with Kirishima there- staring up at them, but the moment Kirishima left- Aoyama had Bakugou like putty in his glitter hands.
"Oh mon cher," Aoyama sang, licking and sucking the sides of his cock, "your cock is so big…"
Bakugou moaned and slightly thrusted his hips- wanting that warm mouth back on him. Even though when Aoyama did- he twirled his tongue around the head of his cock, teasing him more.
"Fuck! You damn tease!" Bakugou moaned.
There was a giggle coming from his lap and he fisted Aoyama'a hair tighter- causing Aoyama to moan softly and suck him down.
His bed smelled like roses and there was glitter somehow all over his room- Bakugou didn't care. He was being led by his dick and the more Aoyama caressed his balls, the closer he was getting. It all come rushing at him as his cock spilled into Aoyama's mouth. Moaning and thrusting his hips softly, Bakugou gasped for air.
A wet mouth slurping off his cock, a hand tightly grabbing his chin, and Aoyama was kissing him deeply- pushing bitter fluid into his mouth. Bakugou was disgusted- but he found himself accepting his own release and swallowing. Growling, his hands were immediately tangled in the damn gaudy ass belt trying to get to Aoyama. A small giggle and Aoyama was helping him. Wrapping his fist around Aoyama's cock, he growled and bit at his pale neck- hearing the way Aoyama sang his name in his ear.
"Bonjour Bakubabe!" Kirishima giggled, bumping him with his hip as they headed out the dorms and off to the school.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Bakugou growled.
"So um… where is the little twinkling boyfriend?" Kirishima asked.
Bakugou shrugged. He had not seen Aoyama yet this morning- but mornings were generally chaos around the dorms. Somehow the girls had gotten to bitching over someone stealing a hair tie and it cause a major upset.
"Yes!" Ashido squealed, running over and wrapping her arm around Bakugou's shoulder, only to have him growl at her- which she ignored. "So where is this new little lover of yours?"
"Wait… so you were fucking serious?" Sero asked as him and Kaminari joined them on their walk.
"You have a really big fucking mouth," Bakugou growled at Kirishima.
"Dude! So is it true?" Kaminari asked.
Bakugou shook Ashido off his shoulder and walked a bit faster- leaving them all behind. It wasn't that he gave a fuck what any of them thought- he just didn't like being the topic of gossip. He heard them all giggling and talking as he continued his faster than usual pace to class. Taking his seat, he pulled out his phone, ignoring as people came into the classroom.
Though that moment he heard Aoyama's sing song voice, Bakugou found his head lifting and looking towards the door. Aoyama was in a deep conversation with Jirou and Todoroki over the game that Bakugou played all weekend.
Bakugou noticed how Aoyama seemed to light up as he was being acknowledged and not ignored. Long lashed fluttered as he laughed and talked animatedly over the newest levels of the game.
After a few moments, Aoyama saw Bakugou staring at him- bid Jirou and Todoroki farewell, making his was over to his desk.
"Bonjour, mon cher," Aoyama sang, then sat on his desk. "Sorry I missed you this morning! I was helping Asui find her hair tie!"
Bakugou smirked, and sat back, just staring up at Aoyama. He seemed more sparkly today then usual. "Yeah, I heard the girls throwing a fit over that damn hair tie," he grumbled.
"Oh, it was terrible!" Aoyama gasped, placing his hand to his chest dramatically.
Rolling his eyes, Bakugou gave a small laugh as Aoyama went into great animated detail of the morning drama.
A poke at Kirishima's side and Kaminari, Sero, Ashio, Todoroki, Midoriya- and well… all of Class 1-A kind of just stood there, watching the happenings at Bakugou's desk.
"What the fuck?" Sero asked.
"Dude… I told you," Kirishima said, shaking his head.
"Well I think it's sweet!" Ashido chirped.
"What is sweet?" Uraraka asked, joining the rest of her class. It was then at Midoriya pointed and she turned her head. "Oh…"
It was as if Aoyama and Bakugou were off in their own world- and they even saw a slight hint of a smile on Bakugou's face.
"What the hell is going on here?" Aizawa growled at the door.
Though none of the class bothered to move. Once Aizawa pushed his way in- he froze and stared at where Aoyama was literally perched on Bakugou's desk, flipping his hair as he laughed while telling a story to Bakugou.
The most surprising was Bakugou was lounged back, his foot in the chair next to him, arms crossed and actually paying attention. It was as if the entire class was waiting for Bakugou to blow up Aoyama- though it never came.
Turning back to his students, Aizawa gave a questioning look as they all shrugged their shoulders.
It was only Monday and Aizawa was already over this week completely.
During break, Bakugou went to get a drink from the vending machine, Kirishima next to him chattering the entire time. A hand in his- and without even looking he knew it was Aoyama's due to how soft the hand in his was. Not batting an eye, Bakugou squeezed his hand as they continued down the hallway to the machines.
"Want anything?" Bakugou asked Aoyama.
"Just a sip off yours!" Aoyama sang.
"I have a feeling you'll hate what I'm getting," Bakugou said.
Aoyama took a second and then nodded. "True… the strawberry should be good!"
Kirishima just shook his head as they all stood there drinking their drinks. Bakugou went back to his conversation with Kirishima, though he wrapped an arm around Aoyama's shoulder as they all walked.
Even students in other classes stopped in their tracks and watched as Bakugou casually walked down the hallway with his arm draped over Aoyama's shoulder- like this was the normalest fucking thing he ever did.
"See you at lunch?" Aoyama asked.
Bakugou nodded and headed back to his desk.
All Might, Present Mic, Midnight and Aizawa all stood at the door- watching whatever the fuck just happened. Aizawa put his hand out- the other teachers handing over their money just knowing Aizawa was pranking them.
It wasn't that Bakugou was parading around his new…
What even was this? Was he dating Aoyama? Were they just friends?
Fuck he had no idea. He was sure it all seemed strange, but he really didn't care. Once you got over all the damn glitter and sparkle- Aoyama really wasn't a bad guy. He craved attention and someone to listen to him. Bakugou found amusement in the way Aoyama over exaggerated his stories, but it wasn't hurting anything.
At lunch he sat and listen to Ashido and Sero argue over some lame shit about more class drama that didn't involve him- so he didn't bother to pay much attention.
He did find it odd that Aoyama wasn't anywhere to be found- that was til he got a text saying to meet him back in the classroom. Downing the last of his drink, Bakugou excused himself, though no one took notice as he left.
He was only halfway to class when a hand reached out from behind a door, pulling him into a closet. Growling, he felt his quirk firing up til soft lips pressed to his.
"Mon cher," Aoyama sang.
"Don't just pull me into random broom closets!" Bakugou growled, backing Aoyama into a shelf and returning the kiss.
Hands in his hair and Aoyama wrapped a leg around his waist. It did not surprise him Aoyama tasted like strawberries, as he was sure Aoyama had gotten another one of those drinks.
"Wanted to catch you off guard, trésor," Aoyama whispered.
Bakugou was licking back into Aoyama's mouth, forgetting for a moment where they were. As he was biting Aoyama's lower lip- light filled the small closet they were in and hands were pulling them out.
"What the…?" All Might trailed off.
Bakugou felt his cheeks warming up, and Aoyama had yelped.
"I'm gonna let you boys off with a warning, just this once! Aoyama, go back to class," All Might said, "Young Bakugou- my office."
Oh what the hell?
Bakugou saw Aoyama shrug as he skipped back down the hallway, wiggling his fingers in a goodbye.
"Let's have a talk, young man," All Might said, wrapping his arm around Bakugou's shoulders- leading him to his office.
((Thank you Vernon E Verne for the French tips!))
