Katsuki has a dirty little secret. Between the hours of 7-9pm, he disappears, only to resurface the next day, ignoring every question and comment thrown his way.
Blonde Bombshell - KiriBaku AU

Content Warnings

💦 Quirkless Katsuki
💦 Aged up Characters
💦 NSFW
💦 Sex
💦 Eijirou and Katsuki = strangers
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Katsuki yells out.

The passengers closest to him jump and shuffle away from him.

The stupid train is delayed another 15 minutes.

At this rate, he’ll be late getting in and he /detests/ being late.

The warbled voice of the conductor crackles over
the speakers and all of the passengers erupt into a triumphant cry.

The train lurches forward and Katsuki can feel his anxiety slowly fading.

***

He affixes his phone to the holder on the shower wall, checking the angles and the lighting. Steam swirls around
His naked body and the sweet scent of honeysuckle tickles his nose as he lowers himself into the warm bubble bath. He watches the countdown on the screen and when it reaches zero, he speaks softly,
“Hello. How was your day?”

He carries on a one sided conversation as he gently pushes aside bubbles, reaching for his loofah.

He runs the black and red bath sponge over his shoulders and sighs softly as water cascades over his body, dripping over his chest and breaking
up the bubbles that rest against his abdomen.

A notification pops up on his screen and he’s informed that several people have joined his stream.

Comments come pouring in, the most common one being, “when can we see that gorgeous face of yours?”

Katsuki chuckles softly and
holds out a finger, waggling it from side to side.

“You know my rule: no face, no case.”

He pushes the bubbles away from his stomach and smirks as one user quickly replies, “Can we at least finally see /all of you/ today? You’re driving my wife and I crazy.”
Katsuki lets out a throaty laugh. “I adore couples. And, maybe, just a quick peek.”

He rises out of the water, fully aware of the way he looks as the droplets fall from his hairless body. He turns around and bends over, poking his ass out.
“You know my second rule,” he says seductively. “Gotta pay to play.”

Dozens of notifications come rolling in as his viewers send in his fee. He holds a hand over himself, barely concealing his semi-hard cock and stands in front of the phone.

His upper thighs were in the shot
and as he removes the phone from the holder, he ends the stream.

His viewers know the routine: he cleanses himself, a few of his toys, and within the next half hour, they’re rewarded to a birds eye view of Katsuki, stretching himself open and moaning
one name repeatedly: Red Riot.

He ends his stream, with one of his own; cum coated fingers wiggling in the camera, only to disappear and come back drenched in spit and completely clean.

Every once in a while, he’ll use a novelty toy that features Red Riots signature phrase
“Let’s Riot!” On the base. His viewers love that one.

The toy is nearly a foot long and the width rivals a soda can. When he whips that one out, he knows the show will last longer than the hour he’s allotted. So,he charges double.

They always pay.

He always cums.

Win-win.
This particular night, he’s fucking himself with a vibrating dildo, nearly on the edge, when a notification pops up.

“Is that a tattoo?”

Oh shit.

He forgot about that.

He moans out, “Fuck, yes. Does that turn you on daddy?”
The viewer comments, “It might, if it stands for what I think it does.”

Jesus Christ. This guy is really asking him about a fucking tattoo as he’s working a dildo in and out of his ass.

Luckily, his audience can’t see his face as he rolls his eyes and sighs softly.
“Don’t you want me to cum daddy? I really really want to cum for you.” He whimpers as he pushes the dildo deeper, holding it steady against his prostate, causing his legs to shudder and shake.

Multiple viewers comment: “Please cum for me baby. I want to watch you come undone.”
He closes his eyes and arches his back as his body tenses. His hips jerk upwards and his hole clenches around the toy as he screams out, “Yes, Red Riot.”

Cum coats his stomach and his chest. He lays still for a moment, chest heaving as he comes down from his high.
He wipes a hand through his spend, spreads his sticky fingers in front of the camera, and brings his fingers to his mouth, making loud slurping sounds.

Once his fingers are clean, he wiggles them in front of the camera, three fingers devolving into his signature
sign off of a middle finger.

Before he ends the stream, the original commenter sends a message: “How much for a private show?”

Katsuki chuckles and responds, “I don’t do private shows love.”

<Notification: Anon user wants to send you a private message>
Katsuki sighs, irritated. “Anon, if you want to message me, you better grow a pair and use your screen name.”

<Notification: RRiot1016 wants to send you a private message>

He closes down the stream and opens the private message.

<RRiot1016: Not even for a long time fan?>
<BlondeBomb: All my fans are long time, dumb ass>

<RRiot1016: Not even for the man you fantasize about fucking every night?>

Katsuki lets out a loud laugh. Over the years, many men and women have impersonated Red Riot.

<BlondeBomb: Nice try asshole. What do you want?>
<RRiot1016: Your tattoo, EK. Does it mean what I think it does?>

His fingers ghost over the small red initials, permanently etched onto his hip.

<BlondeBomb: What do you /think/ it means?>

<RRiot1016: My name. Eijirou Kirishima>

<BlondeBomb: It /is/ Red Riots name, yes>
<RRiot1016: Still don’t believe me? Need proof?>

Katsuki quirks an eyebrow and pauses for a moment. This was the first time anyone impersonating Red Riot has challenged /him/ on needing proof.

<BlondeBomb: Sure, but my camera stays /off/. You don’t get a free show.>
The incessant dinging of an incoming video chat grates on his nerves. He accepts and...

“HOLY SHIT.”

Red Riot sits in front of a computer, shirtless, hair air drying in loose waves around his shoulders, flashes of silver in his nipples catching the light.
He leans back in his chair, exposing a black happy trail that disappears into sweats hung low on his hips.

“Hello, Kitten.”
“It’s really you.” Katsuki gasps out.

Red Riot nods. “I’ve been watching your stream for several months now. You put on quite the show.”

Katsuki nods, dumbfounded and forgetful.

Red Riot can’t see him.

Fuck!
“Hold on...let me get dressed.”

Red Riot chuckles and Katsuki’s face heats. Suddenly he’s stricken with the need for modesty. He knows it’s ridiculous, but holy shit... it’s Red Riot!

He pulls on an oversized t-shirt and boxers and settles in front of the computer
again.

He turns on his webcam and moves into the frame.

Rule number one - thrown out the window.

Red Riot lets out a low whistle of appreciation. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

Katsuki murmurs, “Shut the fuck up Red.”
The other man chuckles and shifts in his chair, giving Katsuki a quick glimpse into a room decorated completely in Crimson Riot merch.

“Fan boy much?” Katsuki huffs out.

“Says the blonde bombshell with my initials engraved into his hip.”

Katsuki purses his lips together
but remains quiet.

“I like it. I get tagged all day long in posts of tattoos dedicated to me, but none have gotten me as...rock hard...as yours.”

“Did you just make a shitty pun while trying to hit on me?” Katsuki laughs loudly.

A red tint creeps into Red Riots cheeks
and he chuckles softly. “Maybe. Did it work?”

Rule number two - fuck off.

“Maybe...”

Katsuki situated himself, so the laptop is at the perfect angle for Red Riot- /the Red Riot/ to see his hard cock, straining against the material of his underwear.

Red Riot lets out
a soft hiss. His hand disappears inside his sweats and Katsuki’s mouth waters as he watches Red Riot fist his cock slowly.

“Wait!” Katsuki cries out.

Red Riot growls softly and stops his movements. “Yes?”

“I-can we-I just want to maybe talk first?” He has the perfect
opportunity and here he is, asking for simple conversation? He’s a dumb ass.

Red Riot smiles softly and pulls his hand out of his pants. “Sure thing. How was your day?”

Katsuki moves back into the frame. He proceeds to tell Kirishima fucking Eijirou about his boring ass day.
And the wonderful man that he is, listens intently, asking questions, laughing, and commenting until nearly midnight.

“It’s been fun, but I have to go. Patrol starts at 6am.”

Katsuki pouts. “Do you have to?”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure I do. Can I talk to you again tomorrow?”
Katsuki nods eagerly.

Red Riot smiles and then yawns and stretches. “What can I call you? Feels a little silly to call you blonde or bombshell.”

“Katsuki is fine.”

“Nice to finally meet you Katsuki. Please, call me Eijirou. Goodnight and sleep well.”
The feed is disconnected and Katsuki quickly grabs his phone. He types out a message to the group chat and then stops.

None of his friends know about his stream.

Therefore,

“I can’t tell anyone about Red-Eijirou.” He flops back on his bed, agitated and horny.

***
Katsuki doesn’t believe in his professional life bleeding over into his personal life, but he’s making an exception.

He logs in to his site and types out a quick message: “Just here to say hello.”

Almost immediately, a message pops up from Eijirou.
<RRiot1016: Hello Katsuki. I’ve been thinking about you all day>

A dozen messages roll into his inbox and he actively ignores them for Eijirou.

<BlondeBomb: Shouldn’t you, y’know, be paying attention to saving people and shit?>
<RRiot1016: It’s nearly 4pm, I’m off the clock and have been a for while. Care to see what I’ve been doing since I’ve been home?>

<BlondeBomb: Weird, but okay>

Katsuki neaely drops his phone as a picture of Eijirou’s hand wrapped around his thick cock pops up in the chat.
He lets out a small whimper as he imagines Eijirou with his hands gripping Katsuki’s ass, thrusting up into him as he rides Eijirou.

“Hey, Katsuki!” An annoying voice disrupts his thoughts and he turns to face his manager. “No phones at work, yeah?”

“Sure, sure, whatever.”
He waves a hand, dismissing the man and returns back to his computer. The manager hangs about and Katsuki sighs loudly, rolls eyes with exaggeration, slowly opens the desk drawer, and drops his phone inside.

“Happy, Deku?”

“Always!”

He glares at the back of the green
haired asshole as he flounces away, probably to bother the other receptionist.

When Deku is busy speaking with Todoroki, Katsuki pulls out his phone again.

<BlondeBomb: Holy shit Eijirou.>

<RRiot1016: Hope that wasn’t too forward.>
/Too forward?/

Katsuki snorts as he quickly replies

<BlondeBomb: You’ve literally seen me get off to you and you’re worried about being forward?>

<RRiot1016: Well in that case...>

A video clip pops up in the chat.

Katsuki hops up, yelling out “10 minute break!” as he
rushes to the bathroom. He closes and locks the door behind him, checking to make sure his volume was low enough.

His finger hovers over the play button.

He takes a deep breath, presses play, and nearly creams his pants.

30 glorious seconds of Eijirou stroking his cock.
30 glorious seconds of him groaning.

30 glorious seconds of watching him fuck into his fist.

Katsuki unbuttons his jeans and slides them down, freeing his aching cock. His breath is coming out in short shallow bursts as he wrenches his t-shirt up to tuck under his chin.
<RRiot1016: You still there?>

Katsuki ignores the message as he pushes a few buttons. After what seems like an eternity, Eijirou’s perfect face pops up on his screen.

“Hi Katsuki.”

“Shhh.. just watch.”

He angles the camera down to his hand that’s already
wrapped around his cock. He tightens his grip slightly, a soft moan falling from his lips, and he begins to slide his hand up and down the shaft, teasing himself and stopping shy of the sensitive head of his cock.
He hears Eijirou inhale sharply and the sound spurs him on. He moves his hand faster, sliding his palm over his head, spreading pre along his shaft, making the glide easier.

“God I want you in my mouth Katsuki.”

Katsuki’s hips stutter forward and he gasps.
“You can’t just..”

“I want to taste you. Will you let me?”

“God damnit-yes-keep talking.”

He thrusts into his tight fist, panting as Eijirou’s smooth voice whispers all of the things he wants to do to Katsuki.
“I want to be the reason you cum Katsuki. Want to feel you around me, squeezing me, as I watch you unravel. Can I? Can I fuck you Katsuki?”

Holy shit.

His orgasm hits him hard and for a minute, he forgets where he is as he lots out a loud moan.

“Say my name baby.”
“Red-“

Eijirou cuts him off, “No /my name/. I’m almost there. Say it.”

An after shock ripples through his body as he whimpers Eijirou’s name.

“Oh fuck fuck. Say it again. Louder.”

He moans Eijirou’s name. He raises the camera just in time to see Eijirou’s face screw up,
Sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip, almost drawing blood, skin rippling with his quirk, and finally, his mouth hangs open as he grunts Katsuki’s name when he cums.

“Jesus fucking Christ Eijirou.”

There’s a knock on the door and Deku’s nervous voice calls out from the
other side, “Katsuki it’s been more than 10 minutes. Todoroki needs help checking in patients.”

Fucking Deku.

The sound of Eijirou panting pulls Katsuki’s attention back to his phone. “Gotta go?”

“Gotta go. Will you be on my stream tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”
“Bye Eijirou.”

“Wait! I have a uh, special request.”

Katsuki props his phone on the sink and washes his hands. “I don’t take requests, but I can make an exception for you.” He smirks at Eijirou.

“Can you...”
Katsuki blushes at the request but nods in agreement.

“Great. I’ll see you tonight then.” Eijirou winks as he disconnects the video chat.

***
Katsuki waits for the count down. At zero, he moves into the frame.

Tonight, things were a little bit different, per Eijirou’s request.

Comments rolled in asking about the bath.

Katsuki huffs a coquettish chuckle as he answers aloud, “Things are different tonight.
I promise you guys will be pleased.”

He slips off a robe, revealing a collar with the initials EK in the center, along with thin long silver chains that connected to thick leather cuffs.

He has on black lace panties that have a red bow nestled over the top of his ass.
He does a small twirl for his viewers, waiting for one in particular to comment.

<RRiot1016: God your body is amazing.>

“Thank you Riot. You like? They’re a gift from a guy I really want to fuck.”

<Iron4: Lucky guy.>
“Not yet he isn’t. He doesn’t know how good I can take dick. Wanna see?”

Comments flooded the screen like crazy.

“What’s my second rule?”

<Daddy10392: Gotta pay to play.>

“Exactly.”

He waits as subscribers send his fee. When he gets the
Notification that RRiot1016 has paid, he switches over to his paid channel.

“Did you guys know, that some of the pro-heroes actually have molds of their cocks at sex stores?” Katsuki moves out of the frame.
He comes back in front of the camera, holding a black package with purple writing looped across the top, “Midnight Fantasy.”

“Turns out, Midnight was the first one to suggest making a mold of pro-heroes. I’m so glad she did because, guess what I have?”
He opens the package and pulls out a flesh colored, thick, 9 inch dildo, with a suction base.

“Red Riots cock.”

<RRiot1016: Gonna show us how you’d fuck Red Riot if he was there?>

“Of course daddy, but you have to be patient.”
Katsuki slides his panties down over his hips, halting just under the base of his hard cock.

“I have another surprise for you all.” He turns around, wiggling his panties completely down and spreads his ass, revealing a bejeweled heart nestled firmly against his hole.
Usually Katsuki will spend time opening himself with his fingers, but per the request of one Eijirou Kirishima...

A private chat pops up.

<RRiot1016: Ready?>

Katsuki moans softly as a small vibration rolls against his walls.

<RRiot1016: I like the way you sound>
A stronger vibration has his back arching slightly as his hips roll, in search of friction.

“I-ha-received another lovely gift from-fuck-the guy. I have strict-Jesus- instructions to not cum unless I beg.”

<Iron4: Oh shit, is he controlling the vibe?>

Katsuki swallows
thickly, “Yes, god yes, he is.” The intensity increases and Katsuki’s hole clenches around the plug, pulling it tighter against his prostate. “I told him, I don’t beg so he’s shit out of luck.”

<RRiot1016: Bet you will soon>

Other comments popped up, agreeing with Riot.
The rhythm changes, lasting a bit longer between pulses.

He’s seated on his bed, legs splayed wide open, allowing for the perfect view of his red and twitching cock.

His hands grip his thighs and lets out a low moan as the staccato pulses tap against his prostate.
His legs twitch and he’s doing his best to not touch his cock. The pulses slow and he relaxes.

“That was clo-fuck me.” His hips lurch forward as the pulsing continues, vibrating against his walls.

The private chat dings. <RRiot1016: I will if you beg>

“Fuck off,” he moans
loudly.

<Daddy10392: Is the guy in the chat rn?>

“Rule number three - Confidentiality is key,” he draws out the last word as the pulses come faster than before.

His fingers quiver, inches away from his dick.

Private chat: <RRiot1016: Beg me, by name, and you can cum>
Fuck.

“Please?” Katsuki whimpers.

Private chat: <RRiot1016: I can barely hear you love. Louder.”

“Please Red Riot?” He whines, squirming, near tears as the steady pulse hits his prostate again and again.

Private chat: <RRiot1016: Thats not my fucking name. Say it.”
“Please Eijirou, I want to cum. I need to so badly.”

The comments came in quickly as the viewers tried to ascertain who Katsuki could possibly be role playing with during the stream.

Private chat: <RRiot1016: Fuck yourself with my cock Katsuki.>
He scrambles to oblige, gently pulling the vibrating plug out and fixing the dildo to plastic base. He slicks up the toy with lube and with his back turned to the camera, slowly sinks down.

Despite being stretched and prepped already, he still wasn’t quite ready
for the girth. He hesitates, hole clenching tightly, keeping him for sliding down further.

He gets a notification on his phone.

Private chat: <RRiot1016: Relax love. If you can’t take the replica, how can you handle the real thing?>
His eyes roll in his head as his body relaxes, allowing him to slide completely down on the toy. He straightens his back and pulls himself forward a bit, giving his viewers a better angle as he slowly bounces on the cock.
He strokes his length quickly, picking up his speed as he rides, squeezing his muscles with each slide.

“You feel so good inside of me Eijirou. I’m going to cum baby-shit.”

His back arches as he cums, spraying his comforter with his seed. He grinds down on the toy,
moaning loudly as he courses through his orgasm.

Private chat: <RRiot1016: Call me.>

Katsuki mumbles something believable about ending the stream early. His viewers, being well satiated, don’t complain.

He slides off the toy and flops onto his back, kicking his laptop
closed with his foot.

He dials Eijirou’s number and stifles a yawn. Eijirou picks up on the 4th ring.

“I’m going to wreck you Katsuki.”

His stomach clenches and an involuntary moan is pulled forth.

“Hi to you too.”

“I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Katsuki’s cock
gave a weak twitch.

“Keep talking Eijirou.”

“When I get back, I’m going to take care of you. Make you scream my name over and over.”

Katsuki can hear the muffled slide of a lube slicked hand across skin.
“Are you touching yourself right now Ei?” Katsuki asks softly.

“Fuck-yeah. Like that name. God you’re so amazing.”

Katsuki was spent, but the least he could do was help Eijirou out.

“I want to choke on your cock Ei. I want to swallow every last drop.”

Eijirou’s moans
sound magnificent.

“Yeah?”

“Yes baby. I want you to fill me full of your cum.”

Eijirou’s breath hitches and he lets out a strangled moan. “How are you so sexy Katsuki?”

Katsuki laughs softly as he cradles the phone to his ear. “How long are you going to be gone?”
He unsnaps the collar and removes the cuffs, rubbing absently at his wrists.

Eijirou’s voice is husky and low, “Maybe a week, two tops. When I get back, would you like to, maybe go out to dinner with me?”

“I gotta be dreaming... did you just ask me on a date?”
“I thought me fucking you stupid was the dream?” Eijirou yawns.

“A guy can have more than one.” Katsuki pulls back his covers and settles into bed.

“You’ve been my /only/ dream for a few months now.”

“You’re full of shit Ei.” Katsuki’s voice is soft as he drifts toward sleep.
“Dinner when I get back?”

“I would be a dumbass if I said no. So, fuck yeah.”

“Good. See you in two weeks. Sweet dreams.”

Katsuki is fast asleep before the call ends.

***
“I’m sorry, you’ve been /sexting/ THE Red Riot?!” Ochaco squeaks out. In he excitement, she nearly knocks over both their drinks.

“Are you just going to breeze past the part where he mentions meeting him on /his/ fucking cam service? Our Katsu is a whole ass porn star.”
Camie quips.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yes, I’ve been sexting Red Riot, and yes I’m a solo cam star. Focus, you two. What if, he only wants to fuck?” He nervously picks at a napkin on the table.

“I mean, would you be pissed if he just wanted to blow your back out?”
“Camie!” Ochaco gasps. Her cheeks brighten quickly and she claps a hand to her mouth. “You can’t just say stuff like that in public.” She hisses.

Camie rolls her eyes and tries again, “Would you be upset if Red wanted to dick you down?” She faces her fiancé.
“Better babe?”

Ochaco grimaces. “You’re incorrigible Cam. And ‘Tsuki, if it was only about sex, he could have asked you to hook up before he left.” She shrugs as she takes a bite of her croissant.
“But, what if?” The napkin under his hands is shredded to bits. His leg shakes nervously under the table.

Camie leans forward, gripping his knee, bringing his leg to a stop. “If he does, you better give him the best piece of ass he’s ever had. And if he doesn’t,
you better give him the best piece of ass he’s ever had.”

Katsuki grins at Camie. “Ochaco is right, you’re incorrigible.”

“Whatever bitch.”

***
Katsuki has just ended his live stream and is in the process of cleaning up when his phone dings. He ignores it, and continues sanitizing the toy he’s used, when the phone dings again, three times in a row.

“Fuckin Camie,” he grumbles, believing it to be the group chat.
Camie has a knack for sending the stupidest memes. He shakes his head as he dries his hands on a towel and grabs his phone.

He shouldn’t have been as excited as he was to see the texts.

Ei: I’m home.
Ei: Still up for dinner?
Ei: I’m free tomorrow.
Ei: 8pm? Anywhere you want
Katsuki’s body was nearly vibrating with excitement as he sent a quick reply.

Katsuki: How about I cook for you?

Ei: Man after my own heart.

Katsuki rolls his eyes and bites the inside of his cheek to hide his smile.

Katsuki: You’re so fucking lame
Ei: Lame? It’s manly to admit your feelings bro.

Katsuki: Call me bro again, and that’ll be the last thing you do, Shitty Hair.

Katsuki moves through his apartment, turning off lights and heading to the bedroom to settle in for the night.

Ei: Shitty Hair?
Ei: I’m going to assume you’re this aggressive because you missed me. 😉

Katsuki: Whatever

Ei: Did you though?
Ei: Miss me?

Katsuki crawls underneath his weighted blanket, asking himself the same question.
His cock answers for him, as it twitches to life at the thought of Eijirou. The way his voice becomes husky when he’s aroused, how his skin ripples with his quirk when he’s climaxing, the nipple piercings...
Katsuki sighs softly as he runs his fingers over his thighs, passing over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs to dance across his balls, before stroking his cock once, twice, three times.

He dials Eijirou’s number and when he hears his voice, Katsuki lets out a breathy moan.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Eijirou chuckles.

Katsuki tightens his hand around his cock, stroking slowly, imagining Eijirou’s mouth around him.

“What are you thinking about right now, Katsuki?” Eijirou’s voice is low and husky, causing a wave of pleasure to
ripple through Katsuki’s body.

“You. Sucking me off.”

Eijirou’s breath hitches in his throat.

Katsuki rolls his hips up, needing more; more friction, faster pace, more Eijirou. “I need you Ei,” he whimpers.

“Shit, okay. Yeah. Send me your address.”
Katsuki stops his motions and sits up in bed. “Are you fucking with me Eijirou?” He can hear the sound of a door slamming shut in the background and Eijirou cursing as he fumbles with something.

“I’m on my way. Send me your address, /now/,” he demands.
Katsuki ends the call.

He texts Camie first: Bitch

And then Eijirou his address.

Camie replies: 🍆🍩💦

His laugh was a little too loud, but he chalks that up to nerves. He was moments away from having /the/ Red Riot, Kirishima fucking Eijirou, the man of his wet dreams,
splitting him open on his massive cock.

He looks around his room and is suddenly hit with a wave of embarrassment. So much Red Riot merch lined his walls, were on shelves, and holy shit, he forgot about the Red Riot dakimakura.
He grabs the pillow and rushes to the hallway closet. He pulls the closet open just as he gets a text from Eijirou.

Ei: Here

Katsuki shoves the pillow and the closet and scrambles to the door.

Shit shit shit.

He’s not the least bit dressed for a dick appointment.
He’s wearing an oversized Red Riot t-shirt that’s hanging off one shoulder, a pair of mismatched socks, and...

“Oh god,” he groans as he remembers he took his underwear off prior to calling Eijirou.

Ei: You sleep? I can come back tomorrow?

Katsuki yells out “No!” and yanks
The front door open. He can’t think, is given no time to speak, before he’s wrapped up in strong arms that lift him easily.

Soft lips are hungrily chasing after his own and he vaguely recalls the door being kicked shut as hands are spreading his legs to wrap around
Eijirou’s waist.

Katsuki tangles his hands in damp waves of red and pulls Eijirou tighter against him, moaning as Eijirou’s tongue meets his own.

A rough hand pushes up his shirt and hardened fingers drag across his side, sending small shivers racing through Katsuki’s body.
“Bedroom?” Eijirou asks.

Katsuki tries to answer, he really does, but Eijirou’s hands are gripping his ass and spreading him open and goddamnit a finger is rubbing against his hole. He pushes back against Eijirou’s finger, hissing as it breaches the first ring of
stretched muscles.

Thank fuck for his cam show.

“Couch. Couch.” He’s doing his best to form full sentences, but Eijirou’s finger is lazily dipping inside of him and he can fill Eijirou’s cock grinding against his thigh and the bedroom is too fucking far...
Eijirou stumbles through darkness, nearly dropping Katsuki, and when his legs bump against the couch, he does drop him.

Katsuki’s back hits the soft material of his sofa. His shirt is already pushed up around his waist showcasing his hard leaking cock and when he spreads
his legs wide, Eijirou actually fucking /growls/. His skin ripples with his quirk and he all but shreds his joggers when he pulls them down.

Katsuki’s chest is heaving with each ragged breath. Eijirou is a fucking god and Katsuki is ready to worship.
“You sure you wanna do this?” Eijirou asks as he’s holding the base of his cock with one hand and holding an unopened condom in the other.

“Fuck yes.” Katsuki bites his bottom lip.

“Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me Eijirou.”

Eijirou tears open the condom with his teeth and rolls it on his cock. He kneels on the sofa, grabs Katsuki thighs, and pulls him so his legs fit around Eijirou’s waist.

Eijirou pushes two fingers inside Katsuki’s mouth and groans
As Katsuki’s tongue expertly rolls around his fingers.

Eijirou pulls his fingers out of Katsuki’s mouth slowly and painstakingly slow, eases both fingers inside of Katsuki.

Katsuki’s eyes flutter close and he bites his bottom lip.
Eijirou fingers him slowly, dragging his fingers along Katsuki’s walls, all while whispering how beautiful Katsuki looks.

Katsuki clenches around Eijirou’s fingers and grinds down, pushing his fingers in deeper. “Hurry Ei, fuck.”
Eijirou pulls his fingers out and lines up the head of his cock with Katsuki’s fluttering hole. “You sure?”

“Jesus fucking Christ ye-“ he lets out a broken moan as Eijirou pushes inside of him. He pulls Katsuki’s hips forward as he thrusts.
Katsuki’s hands scramble for purchase as Eijirou sinks deeper inside of him. He bottoms out and Katsuki is a panting teary eyed mess.

He’s so fucking full. No one or thing has ever made him feel this full and he decides in that moment-
“I’m gong to fucking ruin you,” “Eijirou says softly as he starts a slow pace.

Eijirou took the words right out of Katsuki’s mind. He’s ruined for anyone else and Eijirou hasn’t even fucked him in earnest yet.

Katsuki struggles to sit up, but a large hand is placed on his
chest, pushing him into the sofa as Eijirou gives him long strokes. A hand holds his writhing hips steady as Eijirou thrusts deep inside of him and grinds against Katsuki’s ass, pushing and pulling him along Eijirou’s cock.
Katsuki can only whimper as Eijirou shifts his legs so they’re up on his shoulders. He begins to fuck Katsuki in earnest, snapping his hips against Katsuki’s ass and gripping the back of the sofa for leverage.

“You feel so good Katsuki. God you’re so tight.” Eijirou moans.
Katsuki moans his response as his hands grip Eijirou’s forearms.

Hardened abs slide against Katsuki’s cock and when Eijirou moans his name, Katsuki shudders as an orgasm is ripped from his body.

His vision whites out and without meaning to, he locks his ankles behind
Eijirou’s neck, pulling the man tighter against him and deeper inside of him.

Sharp teeth sink into his shoulder and he cries out, muscles involuntarily clamping down around Eijirou, squeezing and milking his cock.

Eijirou groans, his skin hardens and Katsuki can feel
him swelling inside of his ass as he shoots his load in the condom.

“Holy shit babe.” Eijirou gasps.

Katsuki lays underneath Eijirou, completely limp. “I-I-I can’t feel my legs.”

Eijirou moves Katsuki gently, shifting their bodies so Eijirou is behind Katsuki.
He pulls Katsuki close and nuzzles his head in the nape Katsuki’s neck. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Katsuki laughs softly as he relaxes against Eijirou’s body. Their breathing becomes slow and even. Hands trace lazy circles against Katsuki’s thighs.

“Don’t wanna get up.”
“Then don’t,” Katsuki responds.

“Condom.”

“Well get your ass up and don’t leak on my fucking furniture.”

Eijirou chuckles as he climbs over Katsuki and stands, bare assed and confused in the living room. “Uh, bathroom?”

Katsuki huffs as he sits up on the couch.
“Down the hall, first door on the right.”

Eijirou smiles as he shuffles down the hallway. Katsuki’s face heats up and his heart races as he hears Eijirou open a door.

“Oops, holy shit dude.. there’s so much Red Riot merch in here.”

He flies off the couch and rushes down
the hallway, pushing, or trying to push Eijirou aside. “Wrong room Shitty Hair!”

Eijirou laughs as he steps inside Katsuki’s room. “Oh man, I remember when they made those plushies. I think it was my fourth year as a pro-hero?” Eijirou holds up a tiny Red Riot plushie.
“Your second year.” Katsuki snatches the doll out of his hands and places it back on the shelf. “Don’t you have a condom you need to dispose of or something?”

Eijirou nods, “Yup, already did.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrow. “Nosy bastard.”
“It’s kinda hot being in this room. After having watched you in here for months.” He sits on the edge of Katsuki’s bed and pats his thighs.

Katsuki smirks as he straddles Eijirou’s lap.
“Think your subscribers would be pissed if I fucked you on camera?” Eijirou’s voice is dangerously low.

Katsuki’s body responds and he’s rutting against Eijirou. “I think they’d love it, but no.” He slows his movements.

“Why not?” Eijirou is kissing Katsuki’s neck gently
and doing a fan-fucking-tastic job at distracting him.

“Because, you’re Red Riot. Won’t that fuck with your rankings or some shit?”

Eijirou’s runs his tongue over the bite mark in Katsuki’s shoulders. “I can always hide my face.”

“Well obviously, but your quirk.”
Eijirou hums, “Mmm I can always keep clothes on.” Her sucks gently at the bite mark, causing Katsuki to moan softly.

Fuck.

Katsuki pulls back and stares at Eijirou. “Seriously?”

“Yup.” Eijirou smiles up at Katsuki and had the man asked him for his checking account number in
That moment, that dazzling smile would have made Katsuki spout of those numbers quickly.

“If you’re fucking serious about this, tell me what are my rules?”

Eijirou’s smile broadens as he repeats Katsuki’s rules. “No face, no case. Gotta pay to play. Confidentiality is key.”
“And?”

Eijirou’s eyes widen as he searches for the answer. “There’s only three?”

“Well, we have to come up with hard limits and safe words so, ya sure you can handle that?”

Eijirou flops back on Katsuki’s bed, pulling him forward so Eijirou’s semi is nestled against
Katsuki’s ass. “Mhm. But first...”

He pulls Katsuki’s body higher along his own until Katsuki’s thighs rest on either side of Eijirou’s face.

“You mentioned something about me sucking you off?”

Katsuki groans as he feels Eijirou’s mouth close around his flaccid cock.

***
Warmth swells around Katsuki as he inhales the scent of jasmine and orange blossom. He dips a hand into the bathtub, testing the water.

Perfect.

He mounts his camera to the opposite wall and waits a beat, for the countdown. When it reaches zero, he wiggles wet fingers
in front of the camera.

“Tonight is special. I actually have a guest here with me.”

Eijirou lounges against the bathroom sink, stark naked and hard as he watches Katsuki with hungry eyes.

They took a few months getting to know one another outside of the
amazing sex, before Katsuki agreed to have the pro-hero join him on camera.

They discussed the hard limits and identified safe words. Plus, Katsuki really just wanted to keep Eijirou to himself for a while before he shared him with his subscribers.
When Katsuki agreed to have Eijirou fuck him during his stream, Eijirou was balls deep inside of him, making him scream out his name for the third time that evening.

Afterwards, they laid connected, bodies intertwined and Katsuki noticed a small bandage on the outside of
Eijirou’s wrist.

“What the hell happened to you Shitty Hair?” He taps the bandage carefully.

Eijirou blushes and instead of answering, thrusts weakly, making Katsuki gasp.

“Ah-thats not going to work Ei. Did you get hurt or something?” Katsuki’s eyebrows are pulled
together in concern.

Eijirou kisses Katsuki’s shoulder and mumbles, “Promise not to get mad?”

Anger flares instantly and Katsuki is pushing Eijirou away. “Tell me /now/.”

“I can show you...” Eijirou pulls away the bandage and Katsuki’s eyes widen.
Katsuki cups Eijirou’s face gently and kisses him softly, in a manner that surprises them both.

“You free in a couple weeks at 7? I want to build the suspense before you rail me on camera.”

Eijirou places a kiss on Katsuki’s temple and rolls him over onto his stomach
lifting his hips. He thrusts inside of Katsuki, sheathing completely inside of his tight heat. “Think I can manage it. But only if,” Eijirou leans over Katsuki’s body and whispers, “you cum for me.”

Katsuki grips the blankets beneath him and moans his assent.
Now, Eijirou was waiting patiently for Katsuki to invite him in the large tub.

Katsuki curls his finger, beckoning Eijirou forward. He’s still in a state of disbelief that Eijirou is all his.

Eijirou steps in the tub behind Katsuki and waits for the blonde to
Fix the angle of the camera so neither of their faces will be seen. The angle is odd, due to the height difference, but Katsuki believes the viewers will be happier with the lower angle.
He never did anything sexual for the subscribers that were able to watch his channel for free but there’s always a first time for every thing, right?

Eijirou settles behind Katsuki, lowering his tall frame into the steamy water. Katsuki sits facing him, legs draped
over Eijirou’s. “You sure you wanna do this Red?” He whispers.

“Positive.” He pulls Katsuki forward, lifting his body as he moves, so he can begin the slide down Eijirou’s cock.

They spent ample time earlier, stretching Katsuki, since they both agreed that tonight’s show
wouldn’t be about the build up. Foreplay was done off camera and Katsuki was dying for Eijirou’s touch again.

They ignore the incessant dings from the notifications rolling in, as Eijirou thrusts inside of Katsuki.

Katsuki holds Eijirou tightly against him, gasping at the feel
Of shallow thrusts. His head falls back as Eijirou’s hands squeeze at his waist, pulling his hips forward at an almost frantic pace.

Suddenly, there’s emptiness as Eijirou pulls out and pushes Katsuki over the edge of the tub.

Katsuki helps as a hand is brought down on his
ass cheek.

Eijirou’s hand glides up the curve of Katsuki’s spine and fingers ease around his throat. Pressure is applied as inch by inch, Eijirou slides inside of Katsuki.

When Katsuki attempts to push back on Eijirou’s cock, the fingers around his throat tighten.
He’s all but powerless as Eijirou fucks into him deep and hard, water sloshing around their bodies.

Eijirou’s hand closes around Katsuki’s length and he strokes him at a pace much slower than he’s being fucked.

It was driving Katsuki wild.
He came with a loud cry and as his muscles spasmed around Eijirou, he snapped his hips forward, spilling freely inside of Katsuki.

Eijirou releases his grip and pulls Katsuki back against his body, settling again inside the warm water.

Katsuki forgot they were
streaming as Eijirou’s hand pushes his damp hair of his forehead.

The almost too delicate tattoo on Eijirou’s wrist makes Katsuki’s heat swell and before he can stop himself, he rushes out three little words that send his subscribers into a frenzy.
Eijirou kisses his him softly and whispers the words back. Katsuki holds up his middle finger in his signature sign off and cuts the stream as Eijirou holds him.
-end-
Just kidding!!

Months later, Katsuki is editing video footage of the two of them, to upload to his website, when his phone vibrates.

Ei: Cats out of the bag babe.

Katsuki looks at the text and blanches.

Katsu: Fuck fuck fuck! You forgot to put on the make up didn’t you?
Ei: Perhaps...

He groans as he looks at the picture Eijirou sent him.

The cover of a tabloid magazine with a grainy picture of the initials “KB” on Eijirou’s wrist and the headline, “Who’s the lucky lady in Red Riots life?”

Katsu: I always remind you and the one day I didnt
Ei: Sorry

Katsu: Don’t be. We’ll do damage control.

Ei: Don’t think we need too...

Katsuki laughs loudly at the video Eijirou sent. He screen recorded him going through his email. Multiple offers from day time TV, Out Hero magazine, and several
seemingly angry turned sweet emails from his publicist.

Ei: How do you feel about going an television with the “first openly gay pro-hero?”

Katsu: Pretty sure His Purple Highness beat you to that, but what’s my first rule?

Ei: No face, no case?
Katsu: Exactly. Can’t wait to see your interview though!

Ei: Babe! You’re the worst!

Katsu: So I’ve been told. Hurry home. Love you.

-End for reals-
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