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Everyone has a bad day every once in a while, even Katsuki.
He only slept 7 hours tonight, so today was already off to a shitty start. Deku rambled too much in the classroom, and that’s essentially listening to nails on a chalkboard for ten minutes straight.
Also, they ran out of spicy curry at the cafeteria today.
He was really looking forward to that spicy curry.
This crappy day is lasting forever, and ending on a chaotic note. Quirk combat training is in session, everyone is using their quirks left and right, and Katsuki’s accumulating exhaustion is starting to affect him. Amongst the havoc, he finds two purple balls on him. Mineta, that fucker, seems to isolate himself in an improvised purple minefield as he throws his balls from a safe distance!
“That sly bastard…”
The bell rings to indicate the end of the session, but Katsuki hates that cowardly technique so much and he decides to take out Mineta, simply out of spite.
He flies over to knock Mineta out, but at the last moment a splash of acid flies his way and he emergency-lands right into Mineta’s personal space, so close that he can see the panic in his dark eyes.
Mineta makes a move to throw more balls and Katsuki, without thinking, does a frontal nelson hold— a move he recently practiced with Angel Face. Just as he’s about to deliver a final kick to knock Mineta off, he realizes something important.
His hands are stuck to Mineta’s head.
As mentioned, it’s a bad day.
Any attempts to remove them just end up in Mineta screaming at him to “Stop trying to tear my head off!”
“You’re going to remove my hands from this ugly head of yours,” he tells Mineta, grinding his teeth, “and I’ll be kind enough to let you walk away without blowing your face off.”
Mineta obeys instantly… Or at least tries to.
“I can’t reach my head, your hands are pulling my shoulders down!”
Yup, it’s a really bad day.
“Try harder if you don’t want to die.”
Mineta starts to squirm and struggle, his feet kicking in the air and hitting Katsuki’s knees.
“Stay fucking still—”
Katsuki stumbles into the ball minefield, falls on his back, and essentially embeds him to the floor.
Mineta is sitting on top of him, ignoring Katsuki and looking left and right. “Wait! Someone get me out of here!”
Katsuki suddenly realizes that most of the class is already out of the gym door, some of them glancing back but still packing up their bags.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me, you damn extras—”
“—Help! He’s going to blow my head off!!”
“Good riddance!” Katsuki hears one of the girls saying before the gym door shuts behind them.
They’re both silent for a moment, breathing heavily, waiting for help from the future generation of heroes.
Help that never comes.
“You damn scum, none of the girls are willing to get near you because you’re such a creepy pervert!”
“Me?? How about you! Your shitty attitude keeps both women and men away! Why can’t you just nicely ask for help like a normal person?!”
Katsuki growls and tries to shake Mineta away, but of course the glue keeps Mineta at arms distance and all he does is essentially make their bodies slap together, short stubby legs flapping in between his longer ones.
Katsuki feels the vein pulsing in his forehead, and takes a deep breath. He’s going to tackle this rationally.
“How long, purple shithead?”
“Don’t worry!” Mineta gives him a thumbs up, but because of the angle of his shoulders it comes out aimed at the ceiling. “The glue is extra strong, but short lasting, so… about two hours?”
“Motherfucker, I’m going to kill you!!”
He thrashes again and Mineta flails his arms in pathetic attempts to reach his head. Their bodies are getting hot and sweaty from the action, and a few sparks accidentally get released against Mineta’s smooth purple scalp.
“It burns!! You’re going to give me brain damage with your explosions!”
Mineta starts crying in panic, whining about how he doesn’t want to die a virgin.
“That brain of yours is good for nothing, you sex-crazed moron!”
The whiny crying turns into hysterical sobbing. Ugly faces, long weeps, short gasps for air in between, the works…
Katsuki cringes when he feels a tear sliding on his neck. If he’s going to get snot on his training outfit, he’s going to fucking burn it.
“Hey, stop.. stop crying.”
“How would you feel if you had explosives stuck to your head, controlled by a short-tempered gremlin?”
Ouch .
Katsuki sighs.
“It’s not gonna do ya any good.”
He sucks at this, at being a comforting presence. He usually doesn’t feel much for people crying around him, but it’s hard not to care when Mineta is sitting right on top of him, all small and helpless, annoying and endearing at the same time. Maybe it’s the guilt talking, but he just wants to.. make him feel a bit safer.
“Try to relax. I’ll figure this out, so just calm down and shut the fuck up while I’m thinking.”
Slowly, Mineta’s sobs turn into short weeps. He rests his face right between Katsuki’s pecks, breathing heavily between them.
Something feels off. Katsuki can’t put his finger on it, but the way Mineta is breathing on top of him like he’s trying to inhale a scent, caressing his round cheeks against the valley covered by his training shirt, makes him sweat even more.
“Mineta… what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m calming down.” Mineta mumbles, rubbing his gross little face into Katsuki's chest. His round nose bumps into Katsuki’s hard nipple and he experiences an involuntary, whole body shiver.
God, was he always so sensitive ? How did his nipples even get this hard?!
“Can I touch them? They look so full, I wanna squish them so bad!”
Katsuki snarls, complaining but not saying no. “Squish? The fuck you think it is, those are pecks, not...”
Mineta stretches his arms as far as his limited shoulders allow him and his little palms cup Katsuki’s chest from both sides.
“It— it’s all muscles! It ain’t a pair of boobs you can ogle!”
“I know, I know,” Mineta admits, his words muffled by the fabric of the shirt. “It’s just… they’re big , you know? But not too big, they fit in my hand perfectly...”
Katsuki doesn’t say anything, but he agrees, keeping silent and just lets himself feel . The contact feels so nice, soothing his skin and exciting it at the same time. When was the last time someone touched him so tenderly? Nobody was ever this brave, until this damn pervert…
Mineta continues to massage his chest and pinch his nipples, getting all riled up about it and dry humping like some kind of a horny pug trying to breed. Katsuki sure as fuck should be pissed off about laying down on the floor as Mineta uses him like a blowup doll, but all he can focus on is the way the fabric of his boxers drags across his cock, pulling up and down with each short thrust and rubbing across the tip of his cock.
“Fucking hell… keep goin’, purple bastard.”
“Gladly,” Mineta purrs and somehow manages to lift Katsuki’s shirt up with his teeth, exposing his confined chest to the cool air.
The look in Mineta’s eyes, when the nipples pop out, is strikingly similar to the way he looks at their female classmates— dark, hungry and desperate, pupils slightly expanded. Katsuki always hated seeing it…
But now for the first time, as it’s directed at him, he’s surprised to find he doesn’t hate it. He’s been working on his body so much and fuck yes, it feels good when someone looks at it with pure lust in their eyes.
“I thought you were scared of me,” he purrs, shoving Mineta’s face into his chest. “And now you can’t get enough of me?”
Mineta makes a noise akin to someone entering the gates of heaven, sticking his little tongue out and licking the moisture dripping across the bulging pectorals. “Mmm yes, can’t get enough of those tits, you look so pretty when I play with them...”
Katsuki grins, panting and weak between the legs. “Remember the sports festival where you called me gay for going too hard on Ochako? Well looks who’s gay now, asshole!”
“Nu-uh,” Mineta either shakes his head, or attempts to motorboat Katsuki’s chest. “Liking tits can’t be gay~”
Katsuki has some doubts about that, but he’s also very inexperienced, and not sure he’s ready to have the formative moments of his sexuallity be defined by fucking Mineta of all people, so he just shrugs. “Yeah, whatever. Hold me tighter, I kinda like this feeling of you thrusting.”
Mineta complies, moving faster and fiercer and god damn, the drag of his hips against the other, the intimate sensation of a soft little belly against his sculpted abs makes him feel drunk on faux-sex.
They're still mostly clothed, but the movements, the arousal and the position make it so easy to imagine; at this point, Katsuki can even tell the exact shape and size of Mineta’s hard prick. It’s stiff and short like a fat weiner, constantly rubbing against Katsuki’s lower stomach, occasionally jabbing and dragging lower, brushing against his own blood-filled tip that’s poking out of his sweatpants.
Oh yes, his dick is also awfully hard, leaking and twitching every time Mineta sucks his nipple… Yet unlike Mineta, he can’t do a single thing about it. He tries to grind but his back is stuck to the floor, and the longer his cock stays hard and neglected, the more pent-up he gets.
“Fuck— it’s too hot in my pants, help me get ‘em off—”
He shoves Mineta’s head lower and the other boy starts to wiggle and shove his legs, until their pants are pulled down enough to free their dicks— Mineta’s pants are all the way down whereas Katsuki’s clothes are still stuck to the purple balls and only slide down enough to release his cock and balls from their sweatpants cage, but that’s just enough to relieve the tension, just enough to get their cocks touching. Mineta is so small and stiff compared to him, but still hot and meaty, and every time he thrusts lower and their members brush together he feels his cock pulsing with pure need .
Katsuki can’t take it anymore. No, of course he’s not into Mineta, but the teasing and humping is driving him crazy horny!
“Fuck. Fuck ! Put your legs together ya little shit, I want my cock suffocating between your thighs.”
“Fine, but it’s just to help you get off! Don't even dare to think about s— sticking it in my ass!” Mineta mewls and obeys, and Katsuki finally utilizes the hands stuck to Mineta’s head, sliding them up and down. Mineta’s body obviously follows, and so his cock is finally slides between Mineta’s plump thighs, penetrating the tiny gap between the balls and legs, pushing forward until his tip lodges between Mineta’s cheeks.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight…”
Katsuki moans at the sensation of his cock engulfed by warm, soft flesh that squeezes him so tight and he starts to move Mineta up and down, practically using Mineta’s body to pleasure himself… Although he’s not sure which of them is losing themselves in pleasure, and which one is taking over.
Yes, Katsuki is the one who decides how Mineta’s head moves, thus deciding the pace of this unholy act, but Mineta is mouthing his chest like a combination of a parched man and a rabid dog, still moving frantically and thrusting like he’s trying to milk Katsuki’s cock.
“Harder you little bitch, ‘m getting close! Bite my nipple!”
“Bossy asshole...” Mineta murmurs, but still locks his mouth around the hard nub and bites down until pinpricks of pleasure spread over Katsuki’s skin, making him shiver and shake.
They hold each other in this intimate-yet-not-at-all-gay embrace, limbs entangled together, getting their rocks off the movement of Mineta’s thrusts lead by his head. Mineta moves so smooth now that his thighs are slicked with precome, creating the perfect wet opening for Katsuki to fuck, and he does so eagerly— as much as he’s able to while Mineta perks and bites his nipples from above, and purple balls restrain him from below.
“I can’t hold it anymore— ugh!!”
He feels his scrotum tightening just before the pleasure takes over and he tips over the edge.
They stay there for a moment, panting and quivering as Katsuki coats Mineta’s meaty thighs and buttocks with sprouts of cum.
“What about me?” Mineta asks eventually, pouting like a child demanding his turn on the xbox.
“There’s nothing for you to fuck, unless you can bend— whattheshit” Katsuki yelps when he feels something jab his belly— more precisely, his belly button.
“You’re underestimating my talents… Yeah, I can definitely work with this.” Mineta grins and grinds his dick up against Katsuki’s navel, digging it into that shallow hole. It’s not like it’s deep enough for Mineta to sink his entire dick into, but it’s enough to immerse the head of dick perfectly.
“You like that, you little whore?” Mineta says and slaps Katsuki’s chest as he rolls his hips. “Big tiddy slut with a tight little hole?”
Katsuki finds himself affected by the filthy words and deep thrusts, even though he just came. Yeah, Mineta takes it too far but damn, he has moves , so Katsuki lets him run his dirty little mouth.
“Call me daddy!”
“Go to hell, you’re watching too much porn!”
Mineta holds him by his pouting cheeks. “Shhh, let me have this, I’m so close!”
Katsuki can feel it too— his belly button slightly stretches to accommodate with each vigorous pump of Mineta’s flustered dick.
“Go to hell, daddy !”
Mineta shakes on top of him, biting his lips as he empties his little balls, and Bakuou feels something hot and gooey spilling and overflowing from his navel.
“This was… amazing ,” Mineta says as he keeps thrusting shallowly, his dick twitching inside Katsuki’s tussy (tummy pussy).
“What now?”
“All we can do… is wait,” Mineta muses, scooping the cum out of Katsuki’s navel and smearing it on Katsuki’s pecks like he’s fingerpainting.
Katsuki grumbles, but he doesn’t have the energy to do anything about it. He’s actually quite comfortable, now that his body has taken the shape of the balls below him…
Eventually Mineta puts his head on Katsuki’s chest and they fall asleep on top of eachother, exhausted yet satisfied.
Tomorrow will be a good day, Katsuki is damn sure of it.