Bakugou Katsuki hated parties.
It was nothing new, everyone who knew him knew this. However, when dragged there by one of his only friends—blackmailed actually—he somehow fucking found himself in the house of one of his fucking annoying teammates who thought it was a good idea to invite rival teams and the entire soccer team just so he could flirt with his boyfriend.
Ochako dragged him inside. "You could have dressed up."
Katsuki scoffed. "What to be a third wheel when you find your girlfriend, fuck that?"
He knew when she found Mina he would be stuck with dealing with extras the whole night. People from his team knew him well enough to leave him alone, knowing how well he checked people on the ice.
They knew better.
So Katsuki went and grabbed a drink. Which ended up being a can of soda, unfortunately, the healthiest option.
"BAKUBABE!"
Katsuki knew he was hard of hearing but was pretty sure his ears were ringing at this point with just how fucking loud the pink-haired woman was.
"Fuck's sake Pinky!"
Mina kissed him on the cheek before seeing her girlfriend and kissing her with way too much tongue.
Katsuki cringed.
He fucking did not earn enough friendship points for this shit.
"Oh here," Mina handed over a cup of a red liquid.
Katsuki didn't want to know what the hell it even was. Knowing her it would be enough to knock him out for weeks.
"I'll pass. Someone has to get us home," Katsuki reminded them. There was no fucking way he trusted anyone but himself to drive even on the best of terms. There was no fucking way he was going to have his friends—as annoying as they are go home unsafely.
"Oh come on. The Todoroki's have a billion rooms here I'm sure Shoto wouldn't mind. You know he thinks of you as a best friend."
Katsuki crossed his arms. "And I don't fucking know why."
"Yeah, I don't get it either," Mina shrugged. "Maybe it's that charming personality."
"Fuck off," Katsuki took her cup and downed it in one go.
Mina watched before smiling nervously. "So uh, that wasn't meant to be chugged—"
"The hell did you give it to me for?!"
"You'll be fine just don't operate any machinery."
Which was not comforting at all.
"Did you think I would pick up the hobby of driving a forklift tonight or something?" Katsuki asked sarcastically.
Mina shrugged. "Well, Denki did steal one before."
"I don't want to know."
Mina left it at that, for once not continuing to tell him something illegal Denki did again or that she did. Katsuki had too many fucking stories of the both of them.
"Anyway, go mingle. I invited Kiri~" Mina said in a sing-song kind of voice.
Katsuki rolled his eyes but Ochako was not going to let him play down his stupid fucking crush. She bumped his shoulder.
"You could do something fun~"
"Like leaving?" Katsuki suggested.
"Shut up."
Katsuki turned away from them both. Pretending not to hear them as they talked about him behind his back as he walked away.
"Ugh, how much longer do we have to see the mutual pining?" Ochako asked her girlfriend.
"Not to mention the sexual tension, Babe," Mina added, ever so helpfully.
Katsuki groaned.
Walking into the next room, music played everywhere, and the fact he had just drunk gods knows what—he was not in the best mood. Then again unless he was in a game and able to check someone or score he really rarely was ever in a good mood.
"Fuck off and die!"
He felt claustrophobic.
A puff of red hair caught his eyes and Mina did say her cousin was invited. So he pushed his way passed the people around him and over to Kirishima Eijirou was on the rival hockey team and the only person who could check harder than him.
Video clips of all the people whose teeth he knocked out… not that Katsuki watched those videos or anything… and he most certainly did not scroll through his Instagram daily because the idiot always posted gym selfies.
And really it pissed Katsuki off that he didn't fucking find them annoying like he did other gym selfies. Maybe he was just too distracted by the fact he was nearly always shirtless, muscular arms in full view, the hit of abs, or the way his shorts hugged his hips, fuck, Katsuki loved those pictures.
Katsuki tried to focus.
He could talk to him, why not?
Sure, Mina wasn't wrong about the sexual tension but Katsuki didn't need to deal with a relationship. Ignoring the fact he was demisexual and took the entire process of even so much as getting a crush to a frustrating level he did not fucking what to know how he would be if he ever got a boyfriend.
Nope.
He was not fucking going there, but he could have fun.
Damn the consequences.
He was drunk or he hoped that was what the fuzzy feeling in his head was and not him dying from whatever the fuck Mina had in that cup.
He walked over, pushing past the woman talking to Eijirou out of his way. Well, he more or less butted between them.
"Shitty Hair," Katsuki greeted.
Nailed it.
He looked over to Katsuki and grinned. If Katsuki knew the idiot would be there he would have much rather been there with him rather than Ochako who fucking leaves him there to make out with Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony.
"Supp man," Eijirou exclaimed.
The woman he was talking with seemingly ignored in favor of the blond. Katsuki smiled at just how easily he could have the redhead's attention. Katsuki looked him up and down.
He had a shirt that ironically had 'manly' on it, cropped, of course, jeans that were ripped at the knees, his usual black boots with rainbows on the bottom.
And if Katsuki was sober he would stop himself but whatever Mina gave him was hitting him and really he should do something about this stupid crush.
So he went with it.
"You're coming with me," Katsuki stated.
Eijirou didn't push him away. He took Katsuki's hand and Katsuki nearly fucking died. If he was a simp for anyone it would be the fucking himbo who left red hair dye on every pillow he laid on, who took an hour to get ready, and who felt like a warm hug just talking to and Katsuki didn't fucking even like hugs godsdamn it.
But fuck.
He wanted the redhead.
Had all year.
So why not?
They were adults, and Katsuki knew they were both clean since they were all tested when starting their teams, plus he had a copper IUD out of pure paranoia and really for all the pain that he went through with getting it he might as well make use of it, so really he didn't see a problem if something happened.
It wasn't like he couldn't take it, he had several dildos in his dorm, under his bed, how hard could it be? Sure, he was drunk but that only gave him confidence at the moment to do the thing he had been wanting to do for the last fucking year.
And gods he knew he would not regret it.
"Where are we going?" Eijirou asked.
Katsuki didn't know.
The house was massive and he might have been a rich kid but at least his parents knew how to spend their money and not go overboard with a house the size of a booshie hotel.
He rolled his eyes at the ugly staircase and pulled Eijirou along.
"Shut up and follow me."
Katsuki pushed open the first door, seeing a naked couple in what looked like an office and really the sight only made him want to laugh.
Eijirou bumped into him and looked in the room and laughed too.
He left the door open because he wanted to be an ass about it and moved on to the next.
"I mean lock the door dumbass."
"Exactly," Eijirou laughed.
The next door was locked and Katsuki frowned. He just wanted to be railed. He never wanted to have sex and one of the rare times he did—and had a hot man with him—they had nowhere to go in this massive house.
Fuck that. If he didn't find a door he would call Shoto and have him give him his room. He would be insufferable about it but Katsuki knew the Icy Hot bastard would do it.
The fifth door down the hall was open and Katsuki ran towards it. Pulling Eijirou along with him still.
"Slow down dude!"
Seeing no one there, he pushed Eijirou in before someone else could steal the room. Katsuki was not risking it. He locked the door behind them and turned to face Eijirou.
He really just fucking dragged him off—interrupted his conversation and dragged him off to do what exactly? Katsuki was too distracted to care. All he knew was he wanted Eijirou alone and if the redhead was game so the fuck was he.
But really what did they witness to get there?
Eijirou looked at him and started laughing, and Katsuki couldn't help but join him. He wasn't sure what was funny. The fact they walked in on someone blowing someone, the fact they ran off, or maybe it was just his nerves settling in.
He didn't know.
All he knew was Eijirou was closer, backing him into the door and he didn't fucking hate it.
"Why did you really bring me here Ka-tsu-ki?"
Holy, fucking, shit.
Katsuki was fucked.
He was soaked.
He was so screwed.
Why did he think he could do this?
Red eyes met his own and without a single thought, Katsuki pulled him down, crashing their lips together. It was rushed and more messy than he would have liked but all Katsuki could taste was the peachy drink Eijirou had.
Fuck.
He moaned when Eijirou licked into his mouth, his tongue brushing over Katsuki's was enough to have the blond flustered. He didn't even care about the sounds that escaped his mouth in the process; all he knew was he wanted more.
Eijirou's hands were on his waist and getting lower.
Katsuki fucking knew what he wanted and fucking hell he would try his best to fucking get it.
"Fucking just—" Katsuki broke away, grabbing Eijirou's hands and putting them on his ass like he wanted. "Take what you want, don't be a fucking pussy about it—"
Cutting him off, Eijirou grabbed his ass roughly.
Katsuki grinned. Maybe he could have Eijirou where he wanted him.
Eijirou wrapped his arms around him, grabbing him by the thighs enough for Katsuki to get the hint. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders as Eijirou lifted him up effortlessly, holding him against the wall.
"Holy shit."
Eijirou grinned like an idiot. "I'd rather you call me Eijirou but 'Holy Shit' is fine I guess."
Katsuki glared at him. "Fuck off."
"Help me."
Katsuki blushed, suddenly aware of how close he was. How was he going through with this?!
Eijirou must have taken his gay panic for hesitation because he was starting to ramble. "I mean we don't have to I—I'm kinda drunk and you don't look any more sober than—"
"Shut up and take your pants off!"
Eijirou coughed as if not expecting that which to be fair neither did Katsuki.
"Yeah, man sure?"
He set Katsuki down and the blond frowned at no longer being held, no longer being pinned to the wall.
He was being dramatic.
He knew he was.
Eijirou unbuttoned his pants and Katsuki watched unashamed. He didn't really think anything of it, his eyes following his black happy trail down to bright red boxers.
He was about to fuck a rival.
He was about to fuck Mina's cousin—wait—ew—he didn't want to think of it like that right fucking now. He wanted to think of the redhead in front of him and not the 'I told you so' grin Pinky would have plastered to her face once she found out he finally made a move.
He shook his head and moved, taking control as he pulled the redhead's pants the rest of the way down.
"You're taking fucking forever," Katsuki exclaimed, tugging his boxers off too.
Eijirou kicked out of them along with his shoes, trying not to trip in the process.
But Katsuki didn't notice. He was too fucking focused on the dick that was about the size of his biggest dildo.
He licked his lips.
"Holy shit."
Katsuki hit him on the shoulder.
Eijirou grunted. "Ow!"
"Shut the fuck up and get your dick inside me."
Eijirou tilted his head. "You don't worry about foreplay do you?"
"Why should I?" Katsuki deadpanned.
He was used to his hand or toys, he was used to getting himself off and didn't fucking see a point in dragging it out. He just wanted to cum and get on with life. He didn't fucking care how he did it just as long as the horny feeling went the fuck away so he could focus again.
Eijirou leaned close. "Because we have all night, why rush?"
Katsuki rolled his eyes.
He really didn't care—though he wasn't sure what to do at this point. Did he kiss Eijirou again, did he take off his own clothes, should he really take off Eijirou's shirt? But in the end, he had no fucking idea what he should do next. He wanted Eijirou to fuck him, simple as that, but he had no idea what he was supposed to do before then.
Sure, he watched porn but it was more of a joke. He never got off on it, the people were far too annoying no matter what kind of porn it was. The men were annoying and the women's moans fucking gave him a headache. So when it came to having sex he kept it himself. Ordering dildos he kept under his bed and only used when he was stressed.
He really didn't think sex would be a big deal in real life. Sure, he was twenty-one but really he had more important things to focus on.
"If you take all night to make me cum, I will kill you."
Eijirou chuckled. "Wow, such a way with words."
"Shitty hair," Katsuki warned.
"Dude, call me Eijirou or even Kirishima at least."
"Don't fucking call me dude then!"
"Fine, Katsuki. Take your pants off too I don't like being the only one half-naked!"
"I've seen you on Instagram you're always half-naked," Katsuki muttered.
And why did he say that?!
He just admitted he stalked his Instagram. At least he didn't tell him he jerked off to some of his gym photos.
Shirtless.
Sweaty.
Fuck what was he talking about?
"That's the top half and it's different," Eijirou muttered.
"Whatever, Red."
"Now you're just doing that on purpose," Eijirou grumbled.
Katsuki rolled his eyes, and he kicked his shoes off, trying to not look at Eijirou's dick again. It was hard to make eye contact, pun intended, when he was pantsless. Katsuki shoved his own pants down with the confidence he didn't fucking have.
But he shrugged it off.
He knew he was hot—well most of the time. He faked it when he didn't. However, luckily drunk him was apparently okay with this.
"Now push me back against the wall and fuck me," Katsuki demanded.
Eijirou looked him up and down. Katsuki watched his eyes dilate a bit before he looked up to his face, meeting his eyes and knowing he got caught staring.
Katsuki smirked. "Like what you see, Ei~"
And that was it, Eijirou was pulling his shirt off and taking Katsuki's off before he shoved him back to the wall.
Katsuki grinned when his back hit the wall, fuck.
This was happening.
This was happening.
Eijirou lifted him up again, though this time without clothes, it felt a bit different. Being skin to skin felt more real and the thought alone had Katsuki squirming. He was pretty sure he had never been this wet before.
Eijirou ground down and Katsuki could have groaned which he was pretty sure he actually did. Though he wasn't sure. It fucking felt good.
It felt even better when Eijirou leaned down. "You wanna know what I think?"
Katsuki felt Eijirou's hands grip his thighs tighter.
"What?"
He ignored how his breath fucking hitched at his own question. Nothing had even happened yet and he was already so far gone.
"I think," Eijirou kissed his jaw. "I'll have you screaming."
"Is that a promise—"
Katsuki felt the head of his cock press against his folds, Eijirou holding him by one arm only to guide himself in.
Katsuki held his breath, preparing for it to hurt as he slammed in, but it never came. Instead, Eijirou pressed into him slowly, letting Katsuki get used to his size and ultimately getting his dick wet.
The blond grabbed onto his shoulders a little better, needing something to hold on to steady himself.
"Holy shit," Eijirou moaned.
His hips were flush with Katsuki's as he sank fully inside.
Katsuki smirked. "That's my line, dumbass."
He felt so fucking full. Stretched and—okay really he shouldn't be liking this as much as he did. He hadn't even moved and Katsuki was already losing it.
"Move," Katsuki demanded.
"You sure I don't want to—"
Katsuki cut him off. "Fucking ruin me, you himbo jock!"
"You're a jock too."
Katsuki groaned, annoyed. "I am literally here on an academic scholarship for biomedical engineering."
Eijirou blinked.
"So basically you're a nerd."
Katsuki opened his mouth to say something but really it would only confirm the statement because, okay, technically the answer was yes.
Eijirou smirked.
"You really are. So, I don't want to stereotype but you'd look hot in glasses," Eijirou chuckled.
Katsuki blushed.
"You wear glasses!" he laughed even harder.
"Do you want to fuck me or talk about my bad eyesight?!"
Which at least that seemed to get his attention. He could show Eijirou that, yes he sometimes wore glasses. But right now he was happy to have the redhead's attention back on the task at hand.
Eijirou pulled out before slamming into him.
Katsuki gasped, not expecting him to listen to his demand at being ruined. But fuck Katsuki was not about to fucking complain.
He moaned instead, pretty sure that he made a few sounds he didn't know what to think of as Eijirou fucked him as good as Katsuki thought he would.
His pussy stretched around his fat dick and felt even better than he imagined it to.
"Ahh—gods," Katsuki moaned.
He was too drunk to care about how loud he was being, how needy he fucking sounded, he felt so fucking good. He always muffled his sounds, too embarrassed he could even make a whine sound like that. But fuck.
"Should have fucked you sooner," Eijirou groaned.
"Damn right," Katsuki really needed to yell at their friends for not setting them up sooner.
Even though he was pretty sure he would have flipped them off if they tried. Eijirou had no problem pressing him into the wall fucking his pussy, not even fazed by his comments beforehand.
Katsuki wrapped around him, letting himself be whiny and needy, letting Eijirou fuck him right fucking there. This felt better than just getting off by himself—which yeah maybe he should have thought about doing this sooner.
Eijirou fucking him came with a lot of problems for the future him. But current him was trying not to sound like a bitch in heat as he was pounded into the wall behind him.
Eijirou pulled him in by his open thighs and Katsuki couldn't help but look down to see where they were connected.
Okay, wow, he shouldn't have done that.
He leaned back, his head hitting the wall. Only half aware he was chanting Eijirou's name as the redhead kept hitting a spot that made him fucking see stars. If this was what it was like Katsuki could see why people liked sex.
He tugged on Eijirou's hair, pulling him in for a kiss. The red-haired man happily complied, kissing him back a bit messy but he pressed back just as roughly.
His rhythm was off a bit, distracted just as much as Katsuki was.
Katsuki knew he was close, he knew that Eijirou was just as lost as he was and there was something about that feeling that felt different and more euphoric than anything else. He felt high off the man fucking him and he had no idea what to do about that.
It didn't help when Eijirou pulled away moaning. "Can I cum inside, please, ahh—gods—please let me cum inside your pretty fucking cunt!"
And even if Katsuki was sober there was no fucking way he would say no.
He wanted that load.
And gods, he was a mess.
"Yes, please, Ei!"
Eijirou pulled him in for another kiss that was more like gasping in each other's mouths than anything else. It should have been gross. It should have been too much contact.
But Katsuki liked it.
Tasting the peachy drink on Eijirou's tongue as he felt a warm load of cum pumped into him. Eijirou still fucking him, as if he were trying to pump it deep in him.
"Shit," Katsuki was not expecting it to feel like that.
He hadn't done it raw before—or really at all but still, there was just something about too many fluids being too fucking gross.
But fucking shit.
Katsuki's eyes rolled back and he relaxed completely. Letting Eijirou fuck into him a little more, feeling like he was on the edge of his own orgasm. Eijirou leaned his head on Katsuki's shoulder, slowly fucking into him.
He held Katsuki up with one arm and with his free hand rubbed over Katsuki's clit. Gentle and consistent circles that were enough to have Katsuki moaning out his name as he came. Clenching around him and milking his cock absentmindedly.
Oh, this was not good.
There was no fucking way he was letting the red-haired jock get away with only doing this once. Katsuki was fucking addicted to this feeling. His whole body tingled and his mind had never felt so fucking calm.
"Are you oka—"
Katsuki leaned in and kissed him, lips parting as he slipped his tongue into the other's mouth. Eijirou kissed him back just as desperately.
Katsuki moaned and just as suddenly pulled back. Embarrassed but it was soon gone when he saw the blush on Eijirou's face.
"Bad timing but you're single right?" Katsuki asked.
As if right now was the time to ask, the man's dick was still very much in him.
Eijirou laughed. "I wouldn't have come up here otherwise—"
Katsuki kissed him again, tangling his hands in red hair. Even if he knew the redhead would get upset if his hair was messed up. It really wasn't shitty. Katsuki liked it.
"Good. You're my boyfriend now—"
This time it was Eijirou's turn to cut him off. Katsuki damn near choked when he felt him thrust back into him. Sure, they made out for… well, he didn't know. What he did know was that Eijirou was fucking him again. Katsuki felt his softening cock harden in him again and holy fuck he felt overstimulated and in heaven all at fucking once.
A knock on the door startled them both. Eijirou looked right at Katsuki as he pulled out and just as Katsuki was about the whine about it he slammed back into him.
Katsuki let out a loud moan shocking even himself.
The knocking stopped and Eijirou smirked at him, fucking him deep and so fucking full.
"You're so fucking good at that," Eijirou groaned. "You have no idea how long I've fucking wanted to hear those pretty little sounds you make.
Katsuki was fucking lost.
He would have to get Ochako flowers for dragging him to this stupid fucking party and some for Pinky for making sure her cousin was there.
Gods, they were going to be insufferable.
But fuck if Katsuki cared when Eijirou was biting his neck. Hopefully leaving a mark, fuck, his mom was going to lose her shit when she found out. Even as an adult Katsuki knew the woman was not to be any less of a hag than she was when he was a kid.
"Ei," Katsuki whined.
He held on to him, most likely scratching his back as he was fucked into the wall again—holy shit he was being fucked for the second time.
Okay, he was not calm about this, but also not freaking out about it either.
His orgasm blindsided him too much to think about it any more than that. He was fucking cumming with a scream. Feeling Eijirou still inside him and coming for a second time.
Eijirou kissed him on the cheek. "You good?"
"I don't think I can walk but yeah other than that fucking amazing."
Eijirou laughed.
Carefully Eijirou moved them over to the vanity. Pulling out and setting Katsuki down on the counter.
"Hold on, I'll uh clean you up just have to," he trailed off looking in the cabinets for a towel. Doing as he promised and making sure Katsuki was as clean as he could manage.
And as cute as it was Katsuki probably should have been less embarrassed about this after what they just did but he felt like his face was on fire.
Eijirou just leaned in and kissed him when he was done, as if they were dating—which technically they were if Katsuki's demand earlier was anything to be taken seriously.
He yawned. He had no fucking idea what time it was but he knew it was too fucking late to be coming to the realization that he had a boyfriend.
He was a boyfriend.
He needed to get Ochako one of those expensive fruit gifts she always eyes instead because how the fuck did he fucking manage this.
"You're my boyfriend."
He didn't mean to say it but it just kinda came out. Katsuki didn't believe it.
Was it really that fucking easy?
Just drag his best friend's, girlfriend's cousin into the bathroom with him and after fucking him, tell him that they were dating.
"Seems like it, how about we spend the night and I'll take you on our first date tomorrow?" Eijirou asked.
Katsuki was not blushing—okay he very much fucking was.
"Yeah—yeah," Katsuki wrapped his arms around his neck. "Kiss me again."
"As you wish, Kats~"
Katsuki loved how that sounded.
And how it felt when he was kissed again.
He could get used to this.
THE END