Katsuki knew it was a bad idea. He knew if he told anyone they would laugh in his face or tell him he was going to Hell—which to be fair he already fucking knew that.
But this was different.
He was graduating this year, today was his last day, and spending the entire year daydreaming about his teacher's monster cock was something he was long used to by now. Which at first was a little frightening.
He never felt like that before, always spending his time on school work and by most people's standards being a total nerd. He went to bed by eight thirty for fuck's sake.
But all of his thoughts rushed out the damn door the moment his Language Arts teacher walked in and Katsuki damn near died then and there. Katsuki knew the man had to be big.
The redhead was built like a tank but had almost a dad bod to him and Katsuki had to look the fuck away when he wore a t-shirt to class for the first time.
Katsuki knew the man could hold him up against the wall and fuck him stupid. He knew his teacher could fuck him so fucking well. Leaving him coming untouched and unable to walk for a week and fuck Katsuki needed to stop thinking like that, at least while in class, and staring right at the cause of his thoughts.
Katsuki bit his lip to try to distract himself. Class was almost over, he just needed to wait a little while longer and then he would help Kirishima grade the exams like the extra credit teacher pet he fucking was—at least for this class.
And today was not going to be any different.
Except Katsuki could not fucking stop staring at his teacher who apparently wanted to kill him. Death by gay thoughts. Mr. Kirishima was wearing a button-up, black, and fit to his muscular arms and for a moment Katsuki understood why there was a dress code against shoulders, because fucking hell.
Katsuki wanted to lick them.
Though to be fair he wanted to do a lot to the man.
He wanted the man to do a lot to him.
Mr. Kirishima looked over to Katsuki as if he could tell what the blond was thinking about. How the blond would bend over his desk so fucking well for him or maybe he would be under the desk, his mouth full—okay Katsuki needed to wait.
He smirked up at his teacher, faking the confidence he lacked at the moment as he grabbed his water bottle. He took a sip and paused for a moment when Mr. Kirishima looked back at him and Katsuki accidentally let a little water spill out of his mouth and down his chin and thankfully it was just water because somehow a little got on his white uniform button-up.
Katsuki looked up as innocently as he could, distracted by red eyes, and met his own. Mr. Kirishima looked away quickly and Katsuki fucking screamed internally. He wiped his mouth and smirked to himself, at his little victory.
Of course, Katsuki knew he was hot.
But he also figured out that this wasn't just some stupid crush—which did nothing to help the fact he was no better than some of the girls in his class that were throwing themselves at Kirishima because he was their young and very fucking hot teacher.
Katsuki knew that Kirishima liked him back, he knew that the redhead only let him be the teacher's assistant and help him after hours grading the idiots' papers. Katsuki knew the man loved food, anything with meat was his favorite, how he drooled the last time Katsuki brought in the extra food he had from lunch.
He just hoped he was reading the lingering stares the man gave back to him the right way. Kirishima was always watching him. And not like Katsuki's other teachers who were convinced since he was an asshole that somehow he was cheating—which was fucking stupid considering he was pretty sure some of the teachers would not pass their own quiz let alone some extra Katsuki would cheat off of.
So Katsuki figured if he wanted to find out if Kirishima felt the same way then he might as well make things more interesting.
He started wearing tight pants, much to his mother's confusion when he stopped his pants three sizes too big.
He never told her why or what he was planning. He did not need her losing her shit if she found out what her son had planned since his first week of senior year. It would be perfect.
Unfortunately, he did end up telling what most would call his friends and what Katsuki would call the assholes who have their phone numbers all saved in his phone. The same people whose contacts are under as their nicknames because he was pretty sure if asked he couldn't actually name them.
"So you're going to sleep with your teacher?" Pink Cheeks asked.
Katsuki sighed deeply because really he knew he was the smart one out of their group but he needed them to keep up for once. He did not need his mother overhearing them and stopping him or maybe she wouldn't care as much as he thought; he didn't really know much other than her betting he would die alone. Which, fair. But he would have bet the same about her.
"Wouldn't that get him in trouble?" Deku asked, confused which only turned into him muttering to himself about the blond who was right there.
Katsuki looked over to the green fuck and rolled his eyes at how stupid he was.
"Not if I'm no longer his student."
"I don't think that's how it—" Katsuki cut Deku off and turned back to Pink Cheeks. She would at least help him with what he needed.
"But yes that is what I'm going to do," Katsuki confirmed.
Hot and Cold looked up from his phone. "Get that dick, bestie!"
Katsuki face palmed at Icy Hot's words but at least he was on his side about it. He just needed for the human ice pop to stop insisting they were best friends. But right now he had other things to worry about.
This idea was his best work really.
"I mean I've just never seen you like this," Deku chirped in again.
"Yeah, baby got his first crush," Pink Cheeks leaned in and pinched his cheeks.
"Fuck off," he muttered batting both of them away from him.
She ignored him and instead looked him up and down, already on board with his plan and apparently she was helpful even if he knew it would cost him.
"So we need to get you something impressive, what were you thinking?"
"You're helping me?" Katsuki scoffed.
"You might have fashion designers as parents but this is my specialty," Pink Cheeks rolled her eyes at him.
As if he were the one being rude for asking that.
"What, slutty clothes?"
She sighed. "I mean Tsu hasn't complained."
She moved the shoulder of her shirt over to reveal the strap of a pink bra. Which to be fair did kinda look nice with her pink tone.
He ignored the choking sound Deku made before looking away from Pink Cheeks and reluctantly gave in. She might be helpful after all, plus it was less questionable for her to walk into one of those stores now that he passed.
As if reading his mind she continued.
"Plus I can just pretend to get whatever you need," Pink Cheeks muttered.
Katsuki was at least thankful for that. He might have been comfortable where he was in his transition, but he did not want to undo any of that work and trigger his dysphoria, especially over something that was meant to be fun.
"Fine."
He covered his face, tired already over all of this. Plus it was getting late and the fuckers knew he liked to be in bed by now. He didn't care if it was rude to kick them out.
"We can go tomorrow," Katsuki muttered sleepily. "And look for something. I want a school uniform, just a skirt and something for like under it."
Pink Cheeks grinned. "Sounds good, you said he liked red right?"
"Yeah, fuckers hair is fucking bright crimson."
"I can work with that," she cheered.
"I'll buy," Ice Pop held up his dad's black card.
Katsuki might have been rich but he did not need his mom reading over the credit card statements and he hated Todo's dad so it was a win-win situation.
Now that Katsuki had actually bought the stuff and put it on he was second-guessing everything about it. He felt a little nervous and that alone was out of his comfort zone.
It was the not knowing for sure that Kirishima even liked him back in the same way or maybe he was just an affectionate guy, or maybe he was like Icicle and had no idea what personal space was.
Was this what his friends felt like when they got a crush?
It was fucking awful.
Katsuki looked down at the skirt he wanted so badly to wear, something that looked like the girls' uniforms at the school if it were redesigned by a slutty friend, which was the look he was going for so Pink Cheeks did a good job with it.
The skirt was long enough to cover his ass but not much more than that. The moment he moved his ass would be showing and really it was kinda nice. The waistband of the red thong he was wearing stuck out over the skirt, hugging his hips perfectly. He kept the same white button-up on, along with his binder underneath, and decided to keep the shirt untucked.
Katsuki took a breath.
After class he went into the private bathroom closest to Kirishima's classroom. He knew everyone would be out of the building the moment they could, even the teachers were rushing down the halls.
He changed into his outfit and hoped he was right.
He knew Mr. Kirishima waited until the last minute to grade or do any paperwork and so he offered to help him like the teacher's assistant would. But after all his planning he wasn't really sure how he was going to do the rest of it.
Just walk back into the classroom and Mr. Kirishima sees how hot he is and fucks him then and there or did he ask? Why the fuck did he have to be so bad at it? If Frozen 2.0 could get a boyfriend so the fuck could he.
He was really going through with this.
He reminded himself there was nothing wrong with what he was about to do. Sure, Kirishima was his teacher but really Katsuki was actually graduated the moment he was dismissed from class and he was an adult, plus Kirishima was only five years older than him.
Katsuki did not have time for this. Second-guessing himself was not something he did. He was Bakugou Katsuki for fuck's sake. He did what he damn well pleased.
He shook off the nerves and walked out of the bathroom and back into Kirishima's classroom. The hallway was empty, it was just him and Kirishima, who was still at his desk looking over his laptop.
He didn't look up at first when he walked in so Katsuki took a breath and walked closer to him hoping he wasn't going to embarrass himself more than Deku when he tried to ask out the coffee barista and nearly choked on the hot coffee he ordered.
"Hey man, we might be here late, do you wanna order something for dinn—" Kirishima shut up as soon as he looked up at Katsuki.
His eyes settling on his thighs where the skirt stopped and Katsuki felt like there was a hive of very angry bees in his stomach because holy fucking shit his plan might actually work.
Katsuki smirked at him.
He could fucking do this. So, he might not have ever had sex before with someone but if Pink Cheeks could manage to do it so could he, she was much more awkward than he was, and look how that turned out. She had a girlfriend.
Katsuki had read enough smut to know the basics and then some plus it wasn't like he did jerk off and used the toys he had hidden in his closet.
"Actually I was thinking we start with dessert," Katsuki hummed, walking over to his desk to set his backpack down.
Kirishima was staring at him completely lost in the sway of his skirt and how his button-up was wrinkled and messy.
"You—Baku—holy shit—"
Katsuki let him look, he made sure that when he set his backpack down he grabbed the lube and a condom he brought with him. He knew it was probably overkill with how fucking wet he was already and the condom was really not what he wanted either. If he was being honest he wanted to know what it felt like if he came inside. To leave Katsuki dripping with his cum.
He could always get Plan B if he needed to plus he had been on birth control since he was able to get on it to help with his periods and since starting testosterone he just let his doctor work out was best to keep him on contraception. So really as long as Kirishima was clean he didn't need the condom.
Katsuki left the condom in his backpack and bent down to put the bag on the floor, making sure Kirishima saw the red thong underneath his short skirt.
"Fuck," his teacher muttered.
He smirked to himself before turning back and walking over to him.
"So I was thinking," Katsuki started. He put his arms on the sides of Kirishima's chair. "You could give me a graduation present."
"Bakugou, I'm your teacher—plus your—" Katsuki cut him off right there.
"I'm eighteen and have been since April. And I'm pretty sure you stopped being my teacher ten minutes ago."
Katsuki didn't wait for an answer, he reached forward and grabbed Kirishima's hand. He let him. Katsuki guided his hand up his skirt.
"Wouldn't it be a shame to leave me like this," Katsuki whined.
Kirishima let out a little moan when Katsuki let him cup his sex, and really Katsuki didn't think it would feel that good to have someone else's touch. It was a small amount of contact but Katsuki couldn't help it. He ground down on his hand and looked up to see Kirishima staring at where his hand was.
A second later he looked back up at Katsuki, worryingly chewing his bottom lip. Katsuki knew he was close to giving in. He just needed a little push.
"Come on, just a little taste. Promise I'm sweet~" Katsuki hummed
"Oh fuck," Kirishima choked.
He pulled his hand away and Katsuki thought for a second he was going to tell him to leave but Kirishima grabbed him by the waist pulling him forward and into his lap. Katsuki straddled him as if it were the most natural thing to do in the world.
Kirishima's hands quickly moved to Katsuki's ass and it seemed like that was what it took for the blond to blush. That or because he looked up to see how close his teacher was. Close enough that Katsuki could see the little scar he had above his one eye.
"Are you sure?"
Katsuki ground down, feeling just how much Kirishima's pants were tenting already.
"Very."
Kirishima bit his lip again looking just as much lost in thought as he was still cupping Katsuki's ass. Katsuki moved his hand up and cupped the side of his face.
"I've been wanting you to fuck me over the desk since the first day," Katsuki confessed.
And that seemed to be all the reassurance he needed. Kirishima leaned in and Katsuki met him the rest of the way and for a quick second Katsuki wasn't sure how it happened but he was kissing his teacher.
He opened his mouth, both being just as desperate as the other. Katsuki nearly fucking melted when he was able to feel Kirishima lick into his mouth. It was hot and fucking desperate and Katsuki fucking loved it.
He followed his lead but when he licked into Kirishima's mouth he felt something on his tongue. He pulled back at how he could be so obvious over his biceps that he missed this. He pulled back and ignored the saliva that was still connecting them for a second.
"Your tongue is pierced?!" Katsuki asked.
He really didn't know how he could have missed it. Kirishima stuck his tongue out and in the center was a piercing. It was black on top and the ball on the bottom looked light the same bright red he dyed his hair.
"You just realized?" Kirishima chuckled.
Katsuki was totally lost. The man had a fucking tongue ring.
The blond leaned back in getting a chuckle out of the redhead when he kissed him again. Katsuki slid his tongue over the piercing and, oh, dear god. That and the fact Kirishima was cupping his ass still only made Katsuki grind down on the man's lap.
Fuck.
He wanted more.
He wanted the redhead to have less clothes on right the fuck now. He felt rough hands slide up his thighs and under his shirt only to settle on his waist. Kirishima moaned into his mouth as his grip on him hardened.
Katsuki pulled back, Kirishima chasing after him and Katsuki couldn't help but smirk at him. The nerves from earlier were nearly gone, and the confidence only a Bakugou could have was back in full force as he reached between them and undid Kirshima's belt.
Kirishima didn't stop him, his heavy breathing mixed with Katsuki's both too lost in the other to process what they were even doing. Katsuki didn't give a shit anymore. He was as shameless as he was book-smart.
He unbuttoned Kirishima's pants and his hand was nearly down the front of the man's boxers before he was being stopped and lifted off the man. Katsuki was about to fucking complain but he felt those rough hands on him again and he was being lifted onto the desk.
Kirishima cleared it shamelessly, only taking the time to set the laptop down, the rest was recklessly thrown off, giving them plenty of room. There wasn't much to begin with just some papers they were working on and some pens, most of his things already packed away for the day.
Katsuki felt the cold surface on his ass, his skirt doing nothing but acting as a belt at this point with how much it rode up on his waist. His shirt wasn't much better, he knew it was messy from wearing it all day but by now some of the buttons were undone and really Katsuki didn't know why he was even still wearing it.
Kirishima trailed a hand up his thigh and Katsuki was totally gone. Lost in watching his hand travel higher and higher, almost making him squirm with anticipation in his seat.
He was seriously doing this.
Holy shit.
Kirishimas leaned back in but instead of kissing his lips, he kissed along his collarbone and then up his neck and Katsuki wanted to tell him to bite him. Sink his teeth into his skin and leave him bruised for days.
"All of this for me," Kirishimas muttered against his neck. "So manly."
Katsuki gulped.
He nearly cried out when Kirishima bit down on his neck or maybe he did, he had no fucking idea other than he wanted the man to do it again and again. Litter his body in bite marks.
He sucked a mark onto his collarbone next.
Oh fuck.
That felt good.
Katsuki tried to squeeze his legs together even with Kirishima pressed but between them. He needed some kind of friction or he was going to lose his godsdamn mind. Though he was pretty sure the moment he bought a red thong he was throwing out any thought of reason.
"Keep them open," Kirishima demanded.
He put his hands on his knees and spread them open how he wanted and Katsuki fucking let him. Kirishima pulled back from his collar bone and without saying anything he sat back down sliding his chair closer.
Oh, god.
Kirishima pushed Katsuki back a little enough to get him a better angle to put the blond's legs onto his shoulders. Katsuki knew his underwear were soaking at this point, but the moment Kirishima kissed the inside of his thigh he was done for.
"Please," Katsuki whined.
He was squirming at this point totally fucking ready to beg to come. Kirishima smirked at him before he moved his hand over Katsuki's pussy. Much more confident with his hand over the lacy thong before he slid it over to the side to expose him even more.
Kirishima pressed his thumb over his clit and fuck Katsuki laid back on the desk, just enough room for him lay back completely without falling off.
"Oh fuck, your cunt is so pretty," Kirishima muttered.
He kept the thong sliding over as he leaned down and licked up his folds, getting a taste for him and making Katsuki nearly melt into the desk because he had never felt anything like that before.
"Ahh fuck!" Katsuki arched his back.
Kirishima's mouth on him was everything. Feeling him suck on his clit before spreading his pussy lips open and spitting on his cunt only to lick it all up.
Katsuki put his arms over his head, not knowing what to do with them. He grabbed onto the desk as Kirishima spread him open again, licking him up and sucking on his clit as if it were the best thing on his tongue. The tongue that was pierced and doing things to Katsuki he did not want to admit.
Kirishima kept his hand on his waist to keep him in place, pressing him onto the desk while he used his other hand to rub two fingers down his pussy. Coating them in the mix of spit and slick between his thighs before he slowly pressed two into Katsuki's pussy.
"Oh shit—ahh—fuck!"
Katsuki closed his eyes as he felt Kirishima's tongue back on his clit all the while the man fucked two fingers into him. Katsuki felt like he couldn't breathe when he pulled his fingers out, curling them slightly and slamming back into him to do it all over again.
He tried to get a hold of himself, he breathed in only to choke when Kirishima's mouth sucked on his clit at the same time as his fingers curled in him. Katsuki couldn't help it.
He came, clenching around those thick fingers still moving in him just enough to let him ride out his high.
When Kirishima pulled his fingers out he kissed his inner thigh, this time much higher, almost where his thigh met his pussy and Katsuki could have died fully content in that moment. He felt so fucking good.
Kirishima let the tong slide back into place as Katsuki sat back up staring at the nervous-looking man who was still between his legs.
"Are you good was that okay or—"
Katsuki cut him off. "Shut the fuck up."
For fuck's sake he was still a bit breathless just from coming so hard. "If that's just how your fingers feel, fuck yeah, it was good dumbass."
He must have seen he was telling the truth because a shocked expression followed soon after the realization.
"Wait you actually want to fuck me?!"
Fuck he was an idiot.
And fuck was Katsuki here for it.
"I'd prefer you to fuck me, but I mean I'm fine with that too just didn't plan for that."
Kirishima stood up, Katsuki wrapped his legs around him as he leaned forward and kissed him again. Happily licking into his mouth.
Katsuki shifted below him enough to reach his waistband and slip his hand down the front of his pants and boxers. Fuck he wanted that cock in him right now.
Kirishima's hands were on his waist again pulling him closer.
"Fuck me," Katsuki moaned. "I know you want to."
He looked back enough to look Katsuki in the eyes. His eyes glazed over looking at him as if he really were the dessert and Katsuki fucking needed him in him now.
"You that needy for dick?" Kirishima asked.
"I am for yours."
"Oh fuck," Kirishima whined.
Katsuki moved to put his arms around the man's neck, resting them on his shoulders and looking him dead in the eyes when he asked: "Yes or no?"
He didn't think about it, Kirishima just agreed with him and whispered: "Yes."
Katsuki smirked and didn't fucking wait a moment longer to help his teacher out of his pants. While Kirishima pulled back to kick his pants the rest of the way off, Katsuki got off the desk. His teacher watching him confused as to why he moved before Katsuki was leaning over the desk.
If he was getting fucked on the desk then he was going to get what he had been dreaming of—being bent over it as he was railed by his hot fucking teacher.
His ass was in perfect view, he made sure to press it out a little more.
Round and juicy, perfectly peeking out of his skirt.
Prompting Kirishima to grab his ass, flipping up the rest of the skirt as he moved closer. Spreading his feet apart enough to lean in closer, grinding up behind him.
"Please, please just fuck me," Katsuki groaned.
"What do you mean," Kirishima laughed cruelly. "I just made you cum. What more do you want?"
But before he could answer Kirishima was moving the thong out of the way again. Katsuki didn't really know why but it felt much more exposing to keep it on like this. Like he really was living up to the slutty vibe he was going for when picking out the outfit.
He felt the head of Kirishima's cock tease his pussy, not pushing into him as he felt it slide between his legs.
"Or did you mean this?" Kirishima asked right before he thrust into him in one go.
Not letting Katsuki get used to his size as he stretched him so good. Katsuki damn near screamed when he felt him fully in him. He had no control over the sounds escaping his mouth as he was fucked.
"Did you need this?" Kirishima asked condescendingly.
Katsuki whined.
He was so fucking full. None of the toys were close to making him feel this fucking good. It was like they were just a joke compared to being fucked and stretched open by his teacher.
"Oh fuck, baby you're so fucking tight," Kirishima groaned.
Katsuki loved hearing him curse but the praise made him curl his toes with each thrust. Being fucked just as roughly as he had demanded just moments ago and in his head since he learned just how much of a himbo his teacher really was.
Katsuki was pushed into the desk with each thrust, Kirishima's balls smacking his ass and really Katsuki didn't have much of an inside voice, to begin with, now was no different. He felt like he was getting recked and fuck he loved it.
"Fuck," Kirishima cursed a sound that was music to his ears. "If I would have known you felt so good I would have fucked you so much sooner, ruined your tight little pussy for anyone else."
Katsuki's legs shook.
"It's yours," Katsuki moaned.
"Mine," his teacher hummed.
Katsuki screamed when he felt Kirishima slap his ass, rough enough to turn red. The sting afterward felt like he was on cloud nine. It shouldn't have felt so fucking good but Katsuki leaned back into his touch even more.
"So easy aren't you?" Kirishima asked, his voice condescending and mocking.
But all Katsuki could think of was how fucking deep he was. Thrusting into him and ruining him completely. Katsuki was pretty sure his legs were as helpful as jello at the moment. Kirishima must have noticed because Katsuki felt him pull out, leaving his cunt empty and clenching around nothing.
Katsuki fucking whined like the needy bitch he was at the moment.
"Shh," Kirishima reassured him.
He was turned around and lifted onto the desk again. Kirishima made sure he was comfortable as he laid him back before spreading his legs open again. Thrusting back into him without warning and picking up his pace from before.
"Oh god, oh god!" Katsuki wrapped his arms around him.
"You can call me that but I prefer you scream my name," Kirishima muttered against his neck.
Katsuki could feel him slamming into him, ruthless and so godsdamn deep. He felt so fucking hot all over. His pussy being used like it was a wet fucking dream. Fucking hell, he was losing his mind. Going so cock dumb he could barely think.
"Kirishi—"
"My first name."
Katsuki groaned as he was pounded into the desk, his head thrown back when his teacher spread his legs, pressing him down and using him. Just as needy as Katsuki was to be fucked, messy and rough.
"Eijirou" Katsuki screamed as he came.
His eyes closed as he felt his body tingle, his toes cruel, and his back fucking arched as he tried to remember how the fuck to breathe.
Eijirou stilled in him, his dick pumping deep in him as he came. And holy shit. Katsuki was totally and quite literally fucked because if he thought he felt full before it was nothing to the warm feeling of Eijirou coming in him.
Katsuki milked his cock for everything he could.
"Oh fuck," Eijirou moaned.
He rocked his hips a few more times riding out his high before he stopped. Staying buried inside him, leaning over Katsuki as they both caught their breath. As they both processed what just happened. As they processed how fucking screwed they both were.
"Holy shit," Katsuki whispered.
Eijirou slowly pulled out, sheepishly as he tried to help Katsuki to his feet. The blond was still a little fucked out of it but he managed to balance himself as Eijirou put his thong back in place only to curse.
Katsuki damn near moaned when he felt the load of cum leak out of him. He really needed it to not feel that fucking good. It should have been gross but he couldn't help but move his skirt up and watch the white trail of cum run down his thigh.
Oh dear god.
"Oh my god I'm sorry, that was not manly of me," Eijirou scrambled to find a tissue or something to clean him but quickly paused when he saw the blond.
Katsuki reached between his legs and swiped a finger over the trail of cum, Eijirou looking at him with wide eyes as Katsuki slipped the finger into his mouth. Making a show of how well he sucked on it.
"Kinda bitter but not bad," Katsuki said shamelessly.
"You are trying to kill me," Eijirou panicked.
Katsuki leaned closer to him, wrapping his arms around his neck and standing on his tippy toes to reach his mouth.
"Aw, but I'd make it fun~"
Eijirou looked over his wrecked face, no doubt seeing the tear tracks on his face from when he was practically sobbing on his dick as he came.
He fucked a student.
"Stop thinking about it dumbass. Order some food so we can get this paperwork down and you can take me home so you can fuck me again," Katsuki muttered as if it were nothing.
Eijirou looked at him like a total fucking idiot. The man could not be serious. Katsuki was his only student who seemed to be more of a nerd than anyone Eijirou had ever met and Eijirou had just fucked him. Hell, he even came in him as if it was nothing, as if he didn't then it would have been the end of the world.
"You act so shocked. As if I haven't been trying to get you to fuck me since you walked into the door," Katsuki muttered, rolling his eyes.
Eijirou pulled back, taking a seat on his chair, putting it all together because really he knew he had a crush on Bakugou Katsuki but he never thought the man liked anyone. He was rude as fuck, even the few times he talked with someone his age it ended with him cursing them out. Plus Eijirou reserved his rants about the blond to his roommate who he was pretty sure was going to lose her mind when he tells her he fucked a godsdamn student.
Eighteen or not.
What the fuck was wrong with him?!
Katsuki raised a brow at him, hesitantly moving to straddle him again. Eijirou half thought he should put some space between them but really all he wanted was to curl up in bed with the blond. To run his hands down his back, to hold him close, maybe even fuck him full and plug him up until the morning, leaving him dirty and messy and full.
Fuck.
But when he thought about it all, Katsuki let him be close to him. Helping him and only him. Eijirou knew the rumors from his other teacher and Katsuki might have been a straight-A student but he was a total dick to everyone—except him.
"So all the times you spilt something," Eijirou trailed off.
"Yeah, dumbass it was all on purpose. As if it was for any of the damn extras in the class. There was no fucking way I was fucking any of those losers for my first time."
A fact few people knew about the blond was that he was no better at rambling out things he most definitely meant to keep to himself than Deku was when he was in one of his muttering moments.
Eijirou coughed. "First time?!"
There was no fucking way that that was his first time he—Eijirou was totally not manly for fucking him so roughly he should have been more gentle or stopped himself before he fucked a student raw, or before he eat him out, and definitely before he leaned into the man who tasted like candy when he licked into his mouth.
Katsuki cupped his face, forcing him to look at him.
"Don't make a big deal about a social construct," Katsuki groaned.
"I'm just surprised," Eijirou blurted out. "You're, uh, well I think it's safe to say you're hot but seriously? You should have said something."
"Fuck off about it, I wanted to be railed into the desk and you delivered," Katsuki chuckled. "Literally."
Eijirou let his head rest on Katsuki's shoulder in embarrassment.
"Now help me get these papers done. I don't want to be here all night," Katsuki shrugged him off and threw his pants at him.
Eijirou nodded and was handed his phone to order them food much like he suggested earlier before Katsuki walked into his classroom dressed—well barely dressed would be a better way to put it.
When Eijirou was done he set his phone on the desk. Katsuki had put most of the thing back on it and moved a chair over as he began grading the last exams that Eijirou had put off until the last fucking minute.
Eijirou felt like he couldn't look away from the blond, his eyes drawn to the red pair ever so slightly a brighter red than his. The way the sun was setting by now, shining in the room and into Katsuki's hair. He looked much softer than Eijirou had ever seen him.
Katsuki looked up.
"If you don't start your work, I am not sucking your dick later," he deadpanned.
Eijirou gulped.
How the fuck was he a virgin only an hour ago?
He was going to be the fucking death of him if he kept talking like that.
Instead Eijirou just gay panicked and grabbed the papers he needed to grade and pass to Katsuki to log into his laptop. He muttered out an: "Okay," before getting to work.
Though it lasted for two papers to be graded before he paused.
"Katsuki?"
The blond looked up from the laptop, unbothered. "What?"
"Did you by chance remember to cover the camera pointing in through the door?"
He blinked. "Shit."
Well, that was not reassuring. They would have to worry about it later, Eijirou just hoped the window on his door was out of view enough of his desk that it didn't see anything. Anything other than a student walking into his classroom in a skirt that was barely even that.
"Shitty Hair, we'll work it out."
Katsuki turned back to the task at hand and Eijirou eventually followed his actions. Getting everything finished up for the day was much easier when he had someone to help him. He knew as soon as he could quit this job he would, it was too much paperwork for him and he knew he was shit at dealing with it.
But saving up for a place of his own required him to work the jobs he was able to get for the time being.
When they were ready to leave, Eijirou insisted on helping Katsuki change back into his uniform pants. He did not need the man walking out in a skirt that was stained with cum and that showed way too much for anyone else to see.
Katsuki threw the skirt at him and Eijirou caught it before it hit him in the face. Though he definitely stared as he watched Katsuki pull on his pants over the red thong he was still wearing.
Eijirou had never made the drive home so quickly in his fucking life. Fumbling as he scrambled for his keys and tried to unlock his front door.
Katsuki's hands on him were not all that helpful. Eijirou barely was through the door before he gave up and leaned down kissing the blond as if he never kissed him before.
The leftover food was nearly thrown on the counter as he stepped into the house. His shoes kicked off as Katsuki slipped his tongue into his mouth.
Katsuki took control this time, pushing Eijirou back against the door, slamming it shut as he kissed him roughly. Eijirou didn't seem to mind; he rocked his hips into him, pulling him closer as his hand grabbed his ass.
And just as suddenly it all was brought to a sobering stop when a woman behind them cleared her throat.
Katsuki pulled away pissed the fuck off he was interrupted and pissed off even more that when he turned around he saw a woman with her arms crossed looking amused at them.
She was attractive and definitely, the type Pink Cheeks would nudge Katsuki's shoulder with a comment about how much boob she was showing in that tank top. Katsuki was going to kill the redhead behind him if he was in a relationship.
"Okay, do I want to know?" the pink-haired woman asked.
"Probably not," Eijirou muttered sheepishly.
"Uh—Kiri babe, how old is he?"
Katsuki was going to kill her as well the fuck was she calling him 'babe' for?!
"He has a fucking name!"
She laughed. "Okay, wow, you're definitely his type."
"Mina, please leave," Eijirou whined.
"Oh, my god bestie. It will cost you," the woman known as Mina sighed.
"Whatever, just please leave for the night," Eijirou muttered.
"Oh the night," Mina chuckled, totally amused by them at this point.
She winked at Katsuki before she answered Eijirou.
"Fine, luckily my girlfriends' are picking me up for a date night which if done right I won't be back until tomorrow."
That was enough for Katsuki to be fucking confused was she dating said girlfriends or was it one of the times his mom said she was going out with a group of her friends who happened to be women?
Mina was pretty and part of him was jealous, but really he wasn't sure why. Other than fucking him—Eijirou were not in a relationship so he had no fucking right being mad at the moment but his anger never let logic win.
"So you're mocking me for wanting the house to myself while you go out with your girlfriends," Eijirou rolled his eyes at her. "We both know you aren't coming back until the morning."
Mina shrugged. "Well lesbians can last all night, what can I say; I'm a team player."
Katsuki really had no idea what to say to that.
So they weren't dating.
"Introduce me and I'll leave," Mina muttered.
"Mina," Eijirou groaned and looked more like a damn puppy than he normally did.
The pink-haired woman crossed her arms, stubbornly waiting.
Eijirou sighed. "Mina, this is Bakugou Katsuki. Kats, this is my roommate Mina Ashido."
Before Katsuki could even gay panic over being called: 'Kats' by Eijirou, Mina was shouting at them.
"Wait, Bakugou?! As in the blond with the nice ass?!"
Eijirou turned as red as his hair.
Katsuki raised a brow. "Nice ass, huh?"
"Oh, he would not shut up about it," Mina laughed. "The amount of times he came home to get a cold shower and come out ranting to me how your clothes were getting tighter. Oh, my god, this is fucking amazing."
Eijirou looked like he was never going to hear the end of this and Katsuki sure as fuck was not going to let this information go. He fucking noticed.
"Anywhore, I'll leave my number with you and we can meet for coffee sometime. I want to know everything about the Bakugou Katsuki who turned my dear cousin into a whore."
Katsuki laughed, handing over his phone.
Eijirou choked on air.
Mina took a picture of herself for her contact information and handed back Katsuki's phone before she grabbed her bag and winked at them.
"Have fun~" she sang as she left.
Eijirou locked the door behind her.
"I'm so sorry about—"
Katsuki cut him off and kissed him.
"Ei," Katsuki muttered. "Take me to your room."
Eijirou blushed before he nodded excitedly. "Yes, Sir."
Katsuki went to pull back but Eijirou pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him and leaning in to kiss him again. They made their way through the kitchen and living room area and down the hall while not once breaking apart.
Eijirou opened his door, pulling Katsuki in with him, his hands on his waist, brushing his skin every once in a while and driving Katsuki insane.
He didn't know what the fuck he was doing but he switched their roles, taking control and pushing Eijirou back on his bed. Eijirou looked a little confused but too horny to really care as long as Katsuki was touching him.
Katsuki didn't think about it as he dropped to his knees. Eijirou seemed to clue in on what was happening. Katsuki looked up at him amused to see how much of a himbo the man could be.
Fuck, he was adorable.
"So, you like my ass?" Katsuki teased.
Eijirou covered his face. "Stop I just—"
Katsuki unbuttoned his pants, effectively cutting off whatever he was going to say.
"Because I definitely think you have a nice dick," Katsuki informed him with zero shame.
Katsuki couldn't help but grin when he noticed how much the redhead was blushing. Really he had no right being that damn cute. Katsuki was not patient on a good day so he reached forward again this time freeing Eijirou's dick from his pants.
Tugging at the waistband and pulling his pants off and throwing them behind him as he pulled Eijirou closer to the edge of the bed for a better angle. Eijirou sat up and nearly choked as Katsuki settled between his thighs.
Katsuki had practiced before, deepthroating one of his dildos while he got off. But now that he was not alone in the safety of his own room and with a very attractive man's dick about to be in his mouth he was a bit nervous.
But fuck it, he got this far he was not going to let his shitty brain ruin it for him.
He leaned down and licked the tip before he opened his mouth wider and took his dick into his mouth slowly. Which seemed to be the right thing to do since Eijirou moaned when he managed half of it in his mouth.
Katsuki couldn't help but drool as he tried to take more into his mouth, feeling his cock hit the back of his throat only for him to choke.
"Slow down," Eijirou warned, pulling him back.
"If you don't fuck my mouth I'll kick your ass," Katsuki muttered aggressively.
"Are you always this violent about sucking dick?"
Katsuki glared, crossing his arms. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"So the mean comments aren't just an act?" Eijirou asked, amused by the glare.
Katsuki got up and pushed the redhead back, not bothering to be gentle about it as he got up on the bed with him, straddling his lap.
"So is the innocent teacher just an act or do you just have a thing for blondes with nice asses?" Katsuki grumbled.
Eijirou grabbed him by the waist and pushed him off only to flip them around so that Katsuki was pinned underneath him. And fucking fuck, Katsuki was definitely not going to forget that.
"I think we're passed that," Eijirou muttered.
"Oh case closed then," Katsuki rolled his eyes and looked away at the idiot.
"Bakugou—"
"Katsuki, you fuckass."
"Ka-tsu-ki~" Eijirou leaned down and kissed him.
Pressing his lips softly to Katsuki's mouth and fuck if Katsuki didn't kiss him back. He thought he had more stubbornness than that. He was a Taurus for fuck's sake. But he gave the fuck in as soon as Eijirou leaned in.
Eijirou pinned his hands above his head. "I can't go around saying how badly I wanted to fuck you."
"I disagree," Katsuki muttered matter-of-factly.
"What would you have wanted me to walk over to your desk and have this pussy when I wanted?"
Katsuki moaned at the thought. He wouldn't want to admit how quickly he would have let the man fuck him over his shitty school desk in front of his entire class.
"I mean it would keep those Extras away from you."
Eijirou looked confused at that.
Katsuki blinked in disbelief.
No fucking way.
"Did you really not know?!"
Eijirou looked even more confused.
Katsuki sighed. "All the girls tried to figure out if you were straight and they all asked for extra study hours."
Eijirou almost laughed. "Yeah, and I sent them to the tutor for my class."
Katsuki met his eyes. "You mean you didn't help them?"
"I didn't have the time, I have another job after class part-time and the school has a tutor so I just recommended them to go to her. Plus I'm gay and their teacher and it wouldn't be manly if I did anything like that—"
"You do realize I have your cum in my underwear?"
Eijirou blushed and hid his head on Katsuki's shoulder.
"Oh, now you're getting embarrassed?!" Katsuki laughed.
Eijirou on the other hand bit down on his neck, shutting the blond up. He licked over the mark and Katsuki relaxed into his hold completely, he needed him to do that again.
"Thought you weren't my student anymore?" Eijirou asked teasingly.
"I mean I think there might be some things I need help with," Katsuki informed him with a knowing smirk.
Eijirou tilted his head. "Is that so?"
He moved off of him a little, enough to kiss the other side of his neck. Marking him like he did to the one side.
"Yeah, I think I work better with a hands-on learning approach," Katsuki damn near moaned when Eijirou licked over the forming hickey.
Eijirou laughed and fuck Katsuki loved that sound.
"I think I can help you with that," Eijirou muttered, kissing him on the lips this time.
Katsuki kissed him back and tried not to read into any of this. He knew just because they fucked that it didn't mean they were dating or even going to. He knew that. But it didn't mean he wasn't going to be a greedy bitch while he could be. He would not go down without a bang… several bangs actually.
The blond tugged at his shirt needing the redhead to be fully naked this very second.
"I want to see," Katsuki muttered, pulling back.
Eijirou raised a brow but complied with the demand. He got off of Katsuki and unbuttoned his shirt quickly, most likely ripping a few buttons in the process. Katsuki couldn't help but stare as he watched the shirt be thrown to the ground with the pants Katsuki had taken off him earlier.
He looked at his slightly chubby torso and then down to the cock and back up to those fucking biceps. The man looked like he walked right out of Katsuki's wet dream.
"Your turn," Eijirou smirked.
Katsuki blinked, trying to zone back in and not get lost in reality.
"What?"
"Clothes off, Ka-tsu-ki."
Eijirou kissed him all too sweet for the sound of his voice or the fact he just told him to take his clothes off.
Katsuki sat up on the bed and decided to just get up unbuttoning his pants and kicking them off alone with the red thong. He really had no idea how people wore them, it was fine for the moment but he would kill himself if he had to wear it regularly or casually.
When Katsuki got to his shirt Eijirou was in front of him. Kissing his neck, his hands grounding him as they wrapped around his waist. Katsuki didn't even think about it as he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the ground.
Eijirou didn't stop kissing him, his neck, his collarbone, and his face, and Katsuki didn't know what to do with the feeling. The soft and tender press of his lips felt so fucking good.
Eijirou pulled him closer but seemed to hesitate and pull back for a second looking down to his waist.
"You have a belly button piercing?"
Katsuki looked down instinctively, even though he very much knew it was there. The silver jewelry with the PlayBoy bunny hanging at the bottom of it was the choice of Icy Thot on Thursdays.
"Yeah, I was bored one day," Katsuki shrugged.
Not telling him that Pink Cheeks did it while he skipped class and that Deku passed out when he saw the needle go through. Katsuki didn't even feel it since he was laughing at the green-haired boy who was lying in the stairwell unconscious.
Katsuki watched Eijirou look him over, his eyes falling on the jewelry on his belly button. Something he must not have noticed when he was fucking him earlier, the skirt must have covered it when it was pushed up on him, though he was too distracted to notice much of anything else at that moment.
Katsuki smirked.
So Eijirou liked it.
"You going to fuck me again or do I need to do it myself?" Katsuki asked, knowing damn well he wouldn't.
Eijirou looked up to his binder, silently asking if he was taking it off. Katsuki knew he should, given it had been well over eight hours and while it wasn't too tight on him he just hated taking the thing off.
He pulled back and turned around, grabbing the top of his binder and tugging it off. He took a breath before he turned back around.
Eijirou kissed him on the throat before he pushed Katsuki back onto the bed. Katsuki rolled onto his stomach and Eijirou's hands were on his ass.
"Should have noticed it sooner," Katsuki moaned.
"Noticed what?"
"How much you liked my ass," Katsuki wiggled his ass out just to prove his point.
But he gasped when he felt Eijirou slap it.
"Again," Katsuki demanded.
Eijirou chuckled. He smoothed the area he slapped before slapping the other side just as hard. Katsuki barely noticed when Eijirou shifted onto the bed, at least not until he felt the head of his cock line up between his spread legs.
Katsuki moaned when he felt Eijirou thrust back into him. The redhead groaned as he pushed into his pussy. So fucking wet for him already.
He could get used to this. And really that was what scared Katsuki the most. Getting lost in the feeling of Eijirou inside him, moaning into the man's sheets as he was used. Thoroughly and roughly fucked so fucking good.
Katsuki could feel his toes curl as he was pounded into the bed. He gripped at the messy sheets but it didn't help him not lose his damn mind. Katsuki was not like his friends, he did not fall for people—he didn't have sex just to have sex but right now fuck, he couldn't think of anything better to be doing.
"Can I flip you over?" Eijirou asked.
Katsuki didn't have to think about it before he was nodding. Eijirou pulled out only to help him flip over onto his back. The redhead leaned down and kissed his abs.
Katsuki wrapped his legs around him and pulled him closer. "Inside."
Eijirou kissed him before smirking. "You are a fucking menace."
He leaned over the blond and thrust back into his pussy. Watching as the blond closed his eyes and let out a moan that Eijirou would never forget.
He fucked him harder.
Katsuki's head hit a pillow somewhere behind him but he paid it no mind as he was practically screaming for all the neighbors to hear.
"Ei—AHH—fuck me, fuck—AHh—right there!"
If Eijirou thought he was a menace, well he was wrong, Katsuki was closer to a demon as he screamed louder and louder. Eijirou was sure he would have to have some awkward complaints to deal with tomorrow but fuck if it wasn't worth it.
Eijirou reached down letting his hand roam Katsuki's body, his hand cupping one of his pecs as he leaned down enough to kiss along the man's neck.
Katsuki moaned even louder when he bit down.
The blond gasped for air as he tilted his head giving Eijirou more access. He really couldn't wait to see all the bruises, the teeth marks that were left behind had him clenching around the cock inside him.
"Moaning like a good little slut just begging to be touched," Eijirou whispered against the crook of his neck.
He brought his hand down to circle around Katsuki's clit.
And fuck.
Katsuki's eyes fluttered shut and he could feel his body shake as he came.
He had never had that happen before, he felt like he could pass out as he gulped in some air. Feeling Eijirou thrusting deep inside him before he felt him come. Katsuki moaned loudly at the feeling.
"Fuck, oh, god—"
Eijirou thrust into him a few more times as if he were fucking his cum a little deeper inside. Katsuki wrapped his arms around him, his short nails digging into Eijirou's back as he was thoroughly fucked.
Katsuki pulled him down completely, Eijirou's full weight resting on him as if he were nothing more than a weighted blanket.
"Oh, my god," Katsuki whispered.
Eijirou looked up at him, a dorky little smile on his face. Katsuki ran his fingers through once silky hair, though at the moment it was a bit of a mess from their after-school activities.
"So," Eijirou started, a bit nervously. "Is it a bad time to ask you on a real date?"
"You mean while your dick is still inside of me?" Katsuki deadpanned.
"Yeah."
Katsuki tilts his head, making him look at him.
"I like hiking," Katsuki stated.
"Is that a yes?"
"Fucking, of course, fucker. I am not letting go of you that easily."
Eijirou grinned, bright and toothy, and fuck Katsuki needed to kiss it right the fuck off of him before he died of gay panic.
Katsuki leaned in and did just that. It was soft and sweet and left that fuzzy feeling going crazy inside him as Eijirou pulled back and laid on his chest. Katsuki ran his fingers back through his hair absentmindedly before he fell asleep.
Katsuki woke up with a sore throat.
He groaned at the thought of getting up, burrowing his way back into the soft sheets and comfortable bed that smelled pleasantly like strawberries as he turned to his other side. The soft sheets on his naked skin made him hum in contentment.
He pulled the sheets up, enough to cover his chest out of habit.
Katsuki groggily opened his eyes, looking around the room that most definitely wasn't his.
He was alone.
The bedroom door closed.
Katsuki laid there for a moment taking in everything that happened yesterday and then again that night.
He looked at the dorky room around him. The room was still a bit dark from the blinds being closed but enough light peeked through to see the posters of the superhero Crimson Riot, comic collections, gym stuff, and a few books that looked to be all queer from the ones Katsuki recognized at least.
Katsuki sat up suddenly.
"I slept with Eijirou," he whispered.
He laid back into bed and grinned up at the ceiling.
He actually fucking did it… literally.
Pink Cheeks and Candy Cane Reject were not going to believe him, Deku probably would if he was being honest. He had too many theories not to.
Katsuki threw off the cover and looked over to the dresser. He got up and grabbed a pair of Eijirou's boxers, the waistband were a little loose but they fit well enough. He looked at his pants on the floor still and grabbed his phone.
He walked over to the mirror, taking in all the bite marks on his usually flawless skin. He traced over a mark on his thigh and one on his hip he didn't even remember. He felt a bit sore different from the times he went to the gym but at the same time, he felt more relaxed than ever. His pussy ached and he lowkey loved it.
Katsuki grabbed his phone and took a quick picture in the mirror before sending it to his group chat—the same group chat he refused to acknowledge but read all the messages anyway.
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Katsuki sent the message before putting his phone on Do Not Disturb and wrapping the fuzzy blanket around him before he walked out of the room, just in case Mina had returned.
He walked down the hall and to the kitchen where he watched Eijirou rush around frantically.
"Shit, shit, shit," Eijirou muttered in a panic.
He looked like he was burning what should have been toast but looked more like a slice of charcoal.
Eijirou turned around and noticed Katsuki before he switched to his sunshine personality and acted as if there wasn't a smoking toaster behind him.
"Oh, hey," Eijirou greeted him, casually leaning up against the counter.
"Do you always try to burn the apartment down while making breakfast?" Katsuki asked.
Eijrou groaned. "I was trying to impress you."
"Your dick is impressive enough," Katsuki muttered without thinking.
Eijirou's eyes widened and his face turned a lovely shade of pink. "You can't just say stuff like that."
Katsuki rolled his eyes, he was not going to start having shame over, well anything. Plus it wasn't like he was lying.
He pushed Eijirou out of the way and let the blanket he had wrapped around him drop. Not giving a shit that he didn't have a shirt on or his binder.
Katsuki made quick work of making breakfast. Scrambled eggs in one pan and french toast the way his dad always made on Sundays, the perfect amount of cinnamon, and then when it was plated he sprinkled it with powdered sugar.
"You make that look so easy," Eijirou whined.
He came up behind Katsuki and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his head on his shoulder. Katsuki tried not to grin like a total idiot at how domestic it all felt. He couldn't help but picture more mornings like this. Eijirou wrapped around him while he made them breakfast, lazy and soft and thinking about last night.
"Well, unlike you, apparently I know how to cook basic food."
"You literally just pulled french toast out of thin air."
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I just made it, idiot."
Eijirou kissed his jaw and Katsuki nearly burned french toast, quickly turning off the heat on the stove and taking a breath.
Eijriou kissed him innocently on the cheek before moving away to the fridge and grabbing a mug of orange juice.
"What do you want to drink? I think Mina has coffee k-cup things somewhere," Eijirou muttered while looking through the cabinets.
"Orange juice is fine."
Katsuki plated their food and Eijirou got their drinks before they both sat down at the kitchen counter and started eating.
Katsuki had just taken a bite when he quickly turned to look over to the man beside him who had just moaned.
Eijirou took another bite of his food and moaned again.
"Holy shit how is it this good?!"
Katsuki bit back a: "that's what she said joke," he needed to new friends—but he contained himself.
"It's just eggs and French toast."
"That isn't burnt," Eijirou pointed his fork at him.
Katsuki shrugged. "Fair."
They finished eating in silence, or a few moments later in Eijirou's case. Katsuki grinned to himself that his parents had both taught him how to cook and he knew he was good at it and apparently, the way to Eijirou's heart was through food.
Katsuki helped clean up, only managing to get distracted a few times when Eijirou kissed him. Making out with him was not the worst thing in the world, he definitely knew why people liked it so much. Eijirou tasted like cinnamon and sugar.
Eijirou lifted him up onto the counter, Katsuki wrapped his legs around him as he cupped his face kissing him as if he hadn't just made out with him a few minutes ago.
The kiss was broken up by a phone on the counter buzzing, the ringtone loud and annoying. Eijirou pulled back and looked at Katsuki's lips not wanting to move away.
Katsuki kicked him lightly, letting him go. "Answer your damn phone."
Eijirou walked over and grabbed his phone barely getting a hello out before he was nodding and muttering an: "Okay."
He hung up and walked back over to Katsuki.
"Mina is going to be back in an hour or so. Do you wanna shower?" Eijirou asked, leaning to kiss him again on the neck.
"Does that mean I get to borrow your shitty clothes?"
"So rude," Eijirou scoffed, not really offended. "But, yes. Whatever you want."
Katsuki wrapped his legs around Eijirou's waist and his arms around his neck. Eijirou got the hint and lifted him up. Cupping his ass.
"Good."
Eijirou carried him down the hall and into the bathroom beside his room. Setting him down on the counter.
He walked over and turned the shower on and made his way back to him as if he were going to leave. Which was not going to work for Katsuki.
"Towels are in there and—"
"You're getting in there with me," Katsuki stated.
Eijirou nearly ran into the door.
Katsuki grinned.
"Fuck," Eijirou whispered to the doorframe.
"I mean if you wash me up real nice I don't see why we couldn't," Katsuki muttered. Jumping down off the vanity and walking over to the shower. He took his boxers off and threw them over to Eijirou who was very much blushing.
Katsuki stepped into the shower not bothering with pulling the shower curtain closed but rather leaving it open as he let the warm water wash over him.
"You joining me Red or do you just like the show?"
Eijirou scrambled to take off the t-shirt and boxers he had on before he joined him in the shower and really Katsuki could not stop himself from grinning like a total idiot. Because he might have done some stupid things, but fucking his dorkish teacher and getting himself a himbo boyfriend was not one of them.
Katsuki wrapped his arms around Eijirou's neck and kissed him again and again. Eijirou was smiling just as stupidly when he kissed him back each time.
THE END