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It’s only a matter of time before Kirishima gets the chance to fuck his coach’s son. Not like he’s counting the minutes, more like he’s waiting for the right time to execute his plan.
“Dude, will you stop drooling over the coach’s brat for a minute and help us out here?” Tetsu asks him, waiting for Kirishima to spot his sets while he’s on the bench.
“Nah man, I think I’m good just enjoying the view for now.” Tetsu grunts and goes to find someone else to help him. Meanwhile, Kirishima makes the best out of his water break.
The guy’s name is Bakugo Katsuki. He’s the only son of their swimming team’s coach, Bakugo Mitsuki. When Kirishima first joined the team he was sort of scared of how much both his coach and son looked alike, and sometimes acted like the same person.
However, they are not the exact same, because Kirishima has the biggest boner for the dude while he’s afraid to even look at his coach the wrong way. He has nothing but respect for Bakugo-san; but damn, he’s constantly questioning whether or not to ask her for his son’s hand in marriage.
It’s just too hard not to stare all the time. Bakugo is doing squats and that bubble butt is facing Kirishima’s view head on. Plus, the guy is always wearing the tightest Speedos to the pool. It’s like he wants to show himself off. The worst of it all is that he seems to have zero interest in Kirishima. Every time Ejiro even looks his way, Bakugo is already looking away, not remotely concerned by the borderline obsessive teammate who spends his days thinking about him and the nights jerking off to him.
Whatever, he will get there eventually, he only needs some time and to keep making a good impression on the man.
“Kirishima! Why the fuck are you just sitting there? Your water break is over, now move on to the treadmill!” Bakugo-san yells at him while not even looking at him, she’s busy spotting Tetsu. Oh crap, not the treadmill.
He runs into the object of his desires an hour later, once all the others have showered and are headed to the pool. Kirishima was held back by a few minutes of trying to catch his breath after the treadmill.
“Hey bro, Bakugo-San wants you on the fourth lane by yesterday.” Tetsu comes in to warn him while Kiri is cleaning his goggles.
“Yeah, I’m almost done here, just hold her back for a little more.” Tetsu nods and leaves the locker room.
He hears someone enter the locker room and close the door behind them.
“Hey Tetsu, just tell her I’m almost-”
“Not Tetsu.” Kirishima is interrupted by a very familiar voice.
He turns his head so fast he feels his neck cramping. Bakugo Katsuki stares at him with an indecipherable expression.
“Hey man, did Bakugo-San send you to pressure me?”
“Nope. My mom is sort of busy looking for the culprit who hid her training programme.”
“Oh shit, is she out for blood?”
“Yeah,” Bakugo stares at his nails, unbothered by the terror that his mother represents to a bunch of very buff and strong athletes.
“Well, are you looking for it here? I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen anyone come in here to hide anything. But I can help you look for it if you’d like.”
“There’s no need for that, I know exactly where it is.” Bakugo finally lifts his eyes to look at Kirishima directly.
“Uh, then why are you here?”
“Because my mom will take at least fifteen minutes more trying to find them, and that means we get exactly that before she figures out that it was me.”
“Wait what?”
Kirishima is sweating in fear. Is Bakugo making him his accomplice in pissing off his mother?
“Now don’t play coy with me here, shitty hair.” Bakugo walks directly towards him, cornering him to a wall of lockers with no possible escape.
“Huh?” Kirishima’s back hits the wall and he’s way too turned on for Bakugo not to notice it through the fabric of his swimwear.
“I forgot you’re a little dense.” He opens his mouth to protest but Bakugo beats him to it. “I want you to fuck me, Kirishima.”
Oh.
Oh.
“Mmm, I see now. It’s Ejiro though. If you want to get pounded to the wall you better get my name right, Katsuki.”
The blonde doesn’t wait one more second before jumping him. Attacking his lips with a bruising kiss. Kirishima doesn’t want to lose any more time, so he puts his hands to work on taking off Bakugo’s speedo.
Kirishima is able to get it off and he’s immediately groping Bakugo’s ass. The man moans against his lips, Kirishima presses harder to get more sounds out of him.
“C’mon pretty boy, I wanna taste you so bad.”
“Yes please!” It’s the first time Kirishima has heard Bakugo plead for something, he will make sure it is not the last.
He switches their positions and presses Bakugo’s naked body to the cold metal lockers.
“You stay there and be good while I eat you out, and if you behave then I will fuck you hard just like you want, princess.”
Bakugo mewls in response, a sweet sound that goes straight to Kirishima’s hard dick. He pulls it out of the restraining fabric before getting down on his knees and burying his face in Bakugo’s ass.
The blond holds Kirishima’s hair with one hand, and with the other covers his mouth to soften the volume of his moans.
Kirishima starts by just licking around the rim, getting used to the twitches of Bakugo’s body, and slowly brings one hand up and towards Bakugo’s hole.
“Please, Ejiro, more, more please!”
Ejiro is quick to comply, finally moving his fingers inside the tight and wet space. At first, he just sticks one to the first knuckle, but Bakugo just pushes his ass back to get more.
Kirishima takes the hint and starts working two inside, a little further each time until he’s fingering Bakugo.
“Yes yes yes, ngh, just like that.”
Kirishima brings a third finger inside and toys with Bakugo’s nerves for a little before pulling them all out at once.
The cry Bakugo makes is heart-breaking. So the redhead silences the despair by sticking his full tongue as far as it’ll go.
Bakugo’s voice changes from desperate to overwhelmed in an instant. Getting choked up on his moans as he tries to tell Kirishima to stop.
“Wait- wai- Ej’ro, I’m close.”
Kirishima swaps his tongue for his fingers again, this time four, making Bakugo sob harder.
“So? I’ll just make you come as many times as I want.”
Bakugo is shaking uncontrollably, and Kirishima has to grab the base of his dick as hard as he can so he doesn’t blow his load right then and there.
“No please- jus’wait-”
“Let it go for me, won’t you, baby?”
“Ejiro!” Bakugo screams as he comes, it’s a beautiful sight to see his head halfway turned, eyes full of tears, back and legs shaking, the man can barely hold himself up. Yeah, I did a good job.
“You did amazing, Katsuki.” Krishima stands up and hugs Bakugo from behind, burying his face on the blond's neck and pressing kisses to it. “Now let me go get the lube so I-”
“Bakugo Katsuki, where the hell are you!” Bakugo-san ’s very loud scream interrupts Kirishima, oh shit.
“Fuck. I thought we had more time.” Bakugo looks at the clock and there’s a little fear in his eyes. “We have to go somewhere else.”
“I think we should just go to the pool and leave this for later.” Kirishima doesn’t want that, but he’s not about to risk getting his dick cut off by his coach.
Bakugo turns to fully look at him, he seems shocked and offended.
“You promised to pound me into the wall, shitty hair, you better deliver.”
“Yeah, but I don't think now’s the right time.”
Bakugo looks down and his face goes from angry to smug. The blond’s hands grab at Kirishima’s still half-hard dick and he squeezes, slowly making Ejiro lose his damn mind. “Don’t you want to get off too? your pretty cock here looks very lonely, I bet it would feel great if you just fuck me.”
“Katsuki, oh my god, wait-”
Another loud scream interrupts them, so Kirishima makes a quick decision to get out of their coach’s rage. He grabs Katsuki’s hand and drags the both of them to the farthest shower stall. He manages to close the door just in time to hear footsteps inside the locker room.
“Brat, I swear if I have to reprint the programme your ass will be grounded for a month.” Mitsuki’s voice doesn’t seem to scare Bakugo anymore, the blond even looks smug, like he’ll be able to avoid the consequences.
Out of nowhere, their savior comes barreling inside the room.
“Coach!” Tetsu sounds out of breath. “I found it! It was in your office.”
“That fucking brat, gimme that.”
They can hear footsteps walking away, they think they're completely on the clear until Tetsu breaks the silence.
“You owe me one, Kirishima! You better not complain about roommate chores again.” And so Tetsu walks away too. Leaving two flushed naked men inside a shower stall.
“So… TetsuTetsu is your roommate?” Kirishima doesn’t care to talk about his living arrangements at the moment, but the small frown on the blond’s face is cute. Gives away the jealousy.
“Yeah, just my roommate though, right now I’m single.”
“Like I care.” Still, Katsuki’s face is satisfied again.
“Well, I do care, I would love to take you out on a date.”
“If you come inside me, I might accept.” Bakugo tugs on Kirishima’s cock again. Ejiro is a gone man.
“As you wish.”
They make quick work of getting hot and bothered again. It’s quite easy to get hard as a rock when Bakugo keeps grinding their clocks together.
He must be trying to kill Kirishima, because after getting him hard and dripping, he turns around, braces himself on the wall with one hand and spreads his hole with the other.
“C’mon Ejiro, just fuck me already.”
It’s all the encouragement he ever needs. He trusts inside in one go, the feeling so overwhelming it almost makes him come on the spot.
“Shit, s’ big.” Katsuki is already starting to sound garbled. His back flushed, and legs shaky once again. Ejiro is in heaven.
He sets a rhythmic pace, hitting Bakugo hard until he finds his prostate. When he does, it’s easy to get him on the edge again.
“Please, Ej’ro, please more”
“Are you close, baby?” Kirishima keeps nailing that spot, the sound of skin slapping just making him more desperate, he won’t last long either.
“S’close, I wanna come.”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Ejiro grabs Katsuki’s cock and touches him at the same time he presses him to the wall with every in-and-out motion.
For the second time that day, Katsuki comes with Ejiro’s name on his mouth. Spilling on the shower wall, and clenching his ass. Ejiro comes right after him, he’s been resisting it for too long.
They’re panting, sweaty and breathless. Ejiro gets the sudden post but clarity, and he slightly panics about exactly how he’s going to tell Bakugo-San about dating her son.
“You better not be overthinking, shitty hair.”
“I’m not.”
“Sure you're not. I can hear your thoughts swarming your brain.”
Ejiro chuckles, he pulls out his now soft cock. Helps Katsuki turn around and lay his back on the wall for support.
“So… about that date?”
“You better take me out on a date after that. I’m not letting you go, ever.”
Ejiro smiles wide and leans in to kiss Katsuki.
-Fin-
Epilogue
“Masaru, your son doesn’t know the locker room has cameras, I won’t be having this conversation with him. I’m fucking pissed off at him.”
“What? What conversation?”
“Tell him that fucking his boyfriend in the locker room is forbidden. This is the first and only time I delete footage of a whole day just to cover his ass.”
“What?! Mitsuki, what do you mean?!”