Escape Captcha

[cantbreakmybody]

Comments

[blastedass]

one of them's pretend and the other isn't.

[It's called fucking Role Play for a reason, Shitty Hair!]

kinky and school related...
now that i know what you want, might not be opposed.
you think you got what it takes to get an A paper outta me?

[All system go.]

[cantbreakmybody]

oh
yeah guess that's true...

[Look he didn't think far beyond sexy school stuff.]

want me to come over and show you,

[blastedass]

idiot.

[Get an idea in that head and just CHARGE it, huh.]

better make it worth my time, shitty hair.

[cantbreakmybody]

im on my way!

[Of course! He's not about to hesitate with Bakugou agreeing! He goes scrambling to Bakugou’s room. Maybe a little over-eager. But he's not ashamed of that.

Okay! He's got this!]

So. I really need an A. I was told you could help me out with that. I'll do anything to get one.

[blastedass]

[He doesn't bother responding. Why would he? Kirishima's gonna be coming here through hell or high water. All however many feet between their room.

He lets him in when the redhead arrives.]

...

[Tempted... fuck it, going for it. Bakugou leans back against his desk, eyeing the other boy.]

Anything? [Deliberately drops a hand on his thigh.] Who told you that?

[cantbreakmybody]

[eyes follow that hand for a moment before snapping back up to his face.]

Oh... um... a friend of mine. He said you helped him out. And that it cost him quite a bit. I don't have a lot of money, but... maybe we can work something out?

[blastedass]

[Bakugou frowns at him before putting his elbow on the desk and resting his fist against his mouth, eyes never once leaving the other boy's face and body. Wanders up and down once or twice.]

Maybe. C'mere.

[cantbreakmybody]

[He moves forward obediently.]

Got some ideas?

[blastedass]

[Bakugou waits for him to get closer before reaching up, grabbing him by the shirt, and pulling him down close to him. Looks him in the eyes, a sort of cool heat burning in them.]

You said you gotta pass... and you're willing to do anything to get a good grade, right?

[cantbreakmybody]

[Those burning eyes sure do something delightful to his stomach. He feels distinctly like a lamb in front of a wolf. That intensity makes his knees weak]

Y-yeah. Anything.

[blastedass]

Anything.

[Bakugou leans forward, hand tightening in Kirishima's shirt to fist the material and draw him right in to his face. Close enough their breaths can ghost each other's lips.]

Would you... study?

[And that, Shitty Hair, is a joke just to troll him. (Look, if Bakugou's ever gonna be a professor, he's going to be a jerkass even still.)]

[cantbreakmybody]

[He swallows hard as Bakugou grabs him by the shirt. Oh man. Oh man. Oh man.

oh...

He groans, disappointed.]

...probably should have seen that coming.

[He was really into it...]

Is it too weird? We don't have to do anything you're not feeling.

[blastedass]

[Bakugou laughs at him. Fuck, that was a great reaction! So happy and then instantly WILT.

He eases up his grip on Kirishima's shirt, but then abruptly hooks his leg around the other boy's knees and tries to pull to make them buckle and drop him in front of him.

Hand going to the back of his friend's head in the process as he leans in again.]

Well too fucking back, cause I don't have studying on my mind.

[He's not breaking character, cause he's awesome.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima goes down on his knees with a yelp of surprise. He tilts his head back to peer up at Bakugou. Surprised.

Oh! It's just part of this?

He offers a hesitant smile. Cheeks a little flushed. Hopeful again. He'll let himself get jerked around if that's what Bakugou wants...]

Yeah? Got something in mind that calls for me being on my knees?

[blastedass]

[He knows what Kirishima wants. Had to have his fun first before; now he can move on to the next part. (At least he's careful enough not to bust his friend's knees.)

Bakugou lazily pulls Kirishima's head back via the hand in his hair, leaning down so his forehead's close to the other boy's.]

You said anything... I want you to be mine. Saw you working out the other day. Think I'm fucking curious.

[cantbreakmybody]

[First the leg swipe. Now the hand in his hair. Bakugou is unsurprisingly a little rough and Kirishima's into it. There's a good reason he's attracted to the explosive boy. Kirishima's tough and likes being manhandled a bit.

He likes returning the favor too. Something he feels confident he can do with his friend. Bakugou was tough too. He could take it.]

Be yours, huh?

[He pretends to think on it. As if his mind isn't already made up. He grips the sides of the chair, arms bracketing Bakugou in.]

How do you want me? You got me down on my knees... I feel like I'm about to be given an 'oral exam'.

[blastedass]

[Of course he is. It's a mixture of his own pride and aggressive nature and figuring Kirishima's usually the tough guy with that hard body and kind spirit who probably doesn't have many people wanting to rough him up, even though he can totally take it. And obviously likes it. He tugs his friend's head back, moving to scrape his teeth across the redhead's chin in lieu of some kiss.]

That wasn't a fucking question. [Not planning on giving him time to think about it either. That's the deal. The blonde huffs against his skin before drawing back and leaning against the flat of the chair.] In a bit. Why don't you show me what I got? But don't get off your knees.

[Can he demand a kneeling strip show? Well he just fucking did.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Not a question, huh? That sends a delightful little chill right down Kirishima's spine. He's definitely going to be getting pushed around here today. But he's more than willing.

He leans back a little bit, hands going to his shirt. He took his blazer off after class. But he's still wearing the button up, the top two buttons already undone. But he starts to slowly undo the rest. One-by-one, taking his time. Revealing his toned chest and abs.

He's confident in his body. He keeps it in top shape. All hard packed muscle. He has no shame showing it off.]

Whatcha think?

[He pushes the sleeves off his shoulders, letting it slide back, off his body. Dropping onto the floor behind him.]

Like what you see so far?

[blastedass]

[How much of that pushing around is role play and how much is normal Bakugou, that's kind of up to him to figure out. But considering he'd be way more "hmph" about it if this really were school for sex sort of thing, probably more role play. Though he does like some of that pushing around bit...

Bakugou follows Kirishima's hands, following the scuff of material as those fingers work one button after the other. He can't stop the way his tongue traces between his lips as each spring open reveals more of Kirishima's toned torso, from those strong pectorals to the sculpted abs he's always showing off when wearing his hero costume. Fuck.

Of course he wouldn't have shame showing his body off. He totally deserves that confidence.]

No wonder you run around with your fucking shirt off during missions... Wonder how many people are thinking lewd shit about you out there. [Okay so that last one might not be entirely role play and more Bakugou's mild irritation.] Fuck yeah. That'll at least get you a C.

[Kirishima's body is fucking A+ material, but in the name of role play, exceptions have to be made.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Oh ho! That certainly sounds like Bakugou's not happy to think about other people checking him out.

Possessive? Good.]

Only a C? That's not good enough...

[Still leaned back a little to give Bakugou a good look, he pulls out a little trick he learned. He flexes his pecs. First one, then the other. Then both together. Grinning up at the blonde, clearly so pleased with himself as he shows off for him.]

Sure I can't convince you to bump it up a little more with this?

[blastedass]

[He's not! Originally didn't give a shit, but now? Yeah, he's totally having to deal with some possessive thoughts and reactions. Especially since Kirishima's nice enough (and sometimes dumb enough) that people think they can take advantage of him.

You don't need your damn head against his pec for a fucking picture, bitch! For example...]

C's passing. You really want that A though, don't you.

[An ashen brow jumps up into his bangs again when Kirishima decides to show off. With... a pec jiggle. Speak of the devil(s). His eyes obviously train on those moving muscles and a smirk tugs the corner of his mouth.]

I dunno... That's kinda tempting. But there's more you could offer... isn't there.

[cantbreakmybody]

[He's definitely too nice sometimes. Often letting things slide that he shouldn't.

Girls like leaning against his chest or even grabbing his pecs. And he should probably shut it down. But he just can't bring himself to do it.

Maybe he needs someone who isn't afraid to tell someone off for being inappropriate?]

I came here for an A. Definitely willing to work for it.

[His hands go to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. He has to rise up just a little, still kneeling, to push them down off his hips, falling around his thighs. Now kneeling with his boxers showing. He watches Bakugou's eyes as he hooks his thumbs into his boxers and eases them down agonizingly slow until the head of his already-hard cock peaks out the top.]

Something like this what you're after?

[There's a bit of hunger in his eyes as he keeps easing his boxers down. Revealing more and more. His tongue slowly swipes between his lips.]

Think I might be able to persuade you into an A with this?

[blastedass]

[Yeah the one that grabbed his fucking pec when Bakugou was nearby earned herself a yell as he swatted her hand away. Don't fucking grope him in public, dammit! Red Riot is a hero, not some fucking pinup model sex idol! (Though that could be argued.) It's only happened once or twice in Bakugou's presence, but if it happens again, he's probably going to yell at Kirishima about it as well as the perpetrator.]

Then show me what else you fucking got. Cause I'm just seeing a C+ right now.

[Yeah, pec dancing gets him a + on the grade. Bakugou's curious about how he's gonna strip while still keeping on his knees. Obviously he can, but hey, give him a challenge. His eyes stay locked onto his friend's hips as those thumbs hook into the waistband of his boxers, almost narrowing in with a fixated gaze. Slowly shedding them until that rounded tip peaks out.]

You're already hard, you pervert. [Doesn't sound at all like he's adverse to that either. Waits for him to get his boxers down to the base of his shaft before finally offering,] For that, you're at a B-... I put a lot of work into my papers.

Make sure they get the highest grades.

[cantbreakmybody]

Maybe I see something I like.

[But okay. Still not enough. He lifts one knee slightly to push his pants and boxers past it. Then the other. Carefully reaching back to work them off without getting out of his kneeling position.

Now he's fully on display for Bakugou.]

If just seeing everything I have to offer isn't enough... I could always give you a demonstration? Show you what I can do with my... assets? What do I gotta do to bump it up to an A?

[blastedass]

Better not be my paper writing skills...

[Just to be a dick. Bakugou tilts his head a little, peering at the other boy in an interested gaze that takes in all those amazing details. From the flex of his torso as he tilts to the side to the shifting of his leg muscles when he hikes one to pull his clothes down, then the other. When Kirishima reaches back to strip them off the rest of the way, without leaving that position, Bakugou offers a semi-sarcastic, semi-impressed whistle.]

B. [Kirishima veers a little into cheesy dialogue and Bakugou's tempted to clunk him with his knee, even if there's a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Dork...] Did you really think I'd write you a fucking A paper just for the chance to look at you? Course you're gonna show me.

[And not just a demonstration too. He said his payment was Kirishima being "his" before. That doesn't STOP afterwards.]