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hs!deku scrolling through a twitter fan page of nsfw pro hero cosplays and fucking himself hard on a bright red dildo, wishing it were the big, strong heroes wrecking his hole.
the door swings open as he cums.
“oi, runt, you flunk outta u.a y—“
it’s pro hero ground zero.
the door swings open as he cums.
“oi, runt, you flunk outta u.a y—“
it’s pro hero ground zero.
his scrolling, unfortunately, was caught on a red riot and ground zero pov cosplay video, and the two are groaning and growling as they pretend to touch on the viewer.
“come on...” the ground zero cosplayer purred into his room, “show me what a shitty extra like you can do...”
“come on...” the ground zero cosplayer purred into his room, “show me what a shitty extra like you can do...”
“that’s it.” the one dressed as red riot chuckled. “if you do a good job, i’ll show you how a real man fucks. i bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
deku’s face is bright red, and his cock hasn’t softened yet as he kept his gaze locked with his old babysitter’s.
“i can explain!”
deku’s face is bright red, and his cock hasn’t softened yet as he kept his gaze locked with his old babysitter’s.
“i can explain!”
seconds pass, then minutes, and deku still has his fist around his cock as he tries thinking up things to say.
the video is still going, shock freezing him from moving to turn it off.
‘you feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking me all like a fucking bitch in heat...’
the video is still going, shock freezing him from moving to turn it off.
‘you feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking me all like a fucking bitch in heat...’
‘ah, ground zero, don’t be so mean to... unless... you want us to be mean, because heroes can play dirty too, angel.’
bakugou crossed his arms, biceps straining around the sleeves of his polo shirt and crimson eyes glaring down at him as the door closes.
“oh, you can, can you?”
bakugou crossed his arms, biceps straining around the sleeves of his polo shirt and crimson eyes glaring down at him as the door closes.
“oh, you can, can you?”
deku swallowed thickly.
“then give me my damn explanation, kid.”
“i-i um...” he stammered uselessly, and bakugou walked up to him before spinning his desk chair around.
“‘i-i um...’” bakugou mocked, the pitch of his voice raising as his large hand smacked against deku’s mouth.
“then give me my damn explanation, kid.”
“i-i um...” he stammered uselessly, and bakugou walked up to him before spinning his desk chair around.
“‘i-i um...’” bakugou mocked, the pitch of his voice raising as his large hand smacked against deku’s mouth.
“‘i just get off to the thought of pro heroes ground zero and red riot destroying my tight, virgin ass.’ he said, still speaking in that pitched tone.
deku panted into his palm, tears brimming his eyes as bakugou’s firm stomach pressed against against the back of his head.
deku panted into his palm, tears brimming his eyes as bakugou’s firm stomach pressed against against the back of his head.
his free hand reached for the phone, and his nose crinkled as he turned the volume up.
“this sounds nothing like us.” he criticized, and deku’s ass clenched around the toy he’s been cockwarming
“if they strain their voices so much, they’ll hurt themselves. idiots...”
“this sounds nothing like us.” he criticized, and deku’s ass clenched around the toy he’s been cockwarming
“if they strain their voices so much, they’ll hurt themselves. idiots...”
bakugou, despite his distaste, replayed the video from the beginning before grabbing his own phone.
“fuck yourself.” bakugou’s hand slid from his mouth to his bare chest. “go on, get off to your rip off ground zero and red riot.”
“h-how did you g-get in my house—“
“fuck yourself.” bakugou’s hand slid from his mouth to his bare chest. “go on, get off to your rip off ground zero and red riot.”
“h-how did you g-get in my house—“
“your mother let me in. she’s out buying stuff for dinner, so be as loud as you want.” bakugou answered, scrolling through his own phone.
deku squeezed his own cock, looking down at the hero’s hand and wishing it were the one touching him instead.
his hands are so big, so hot.
deku squeezed his own cock, looking down at the hero’s hand and wishing it were the one touching him instead.
his hands are so big, so hot.
they’d feel good wrapped around him, or even stretching him open and getting him ready for his cock.
“k-kacchan...” he whimpered, bouncing himself on his chair as his eyes shifted to his phone.
‘i think we should take responsibility for our actions, ground zero...’
“k-kacchan...” he whimpered, bouncing himself on his chair as his eyes shifted to his phone.
‘i think we should take responsibility for our actions, ground zero...’
‘i think you’re fucking right for once, red. looks like we got ourselves yet another mess to clean up.’
seconds later, he hears the sound of bakugou video calling someone, and a cold shiver runs up his spine as his cock twitched in his grasp.
“k-kacchan, who are you... no!”
seconds later, he hears the sound of bakugou video calling someone, and a cold shiver runs up his spine as his cock twitched in his grasp.
“k-kacchan, who are you... no!”
it’s too late.
“bakugou!” he heard a cheery voice, and deku tilted his head back, looking up at the hero as he silently begged him not to tell.
“weren’t you goin’ home today? why you callin’ me for? don’t you got parents to hug and babies to make cry?”
“a baby, actually.”
“bakugou!” he heard a cheery voice, and deku tilted his head back, looking up at the hero as he silently begged him not to tell.
“weren’t you goin’ home today? why you callin’ me for? don’t you got parents to hug and babies to make cry?”
“a baby, actually.”
deku covered his own mouth, and bakugou’s hand cupped his chest tightly.
“you remember the nerd i used to babysit in middle school and u.a?”
“bro, i still got the blackmail photos that your mom sent me of you two falling asleep together on a couch! but what about him, though?”
“you remember the nerd i used to babysit in middle school and u.a?”
“bro, i still got the blackmail photos that your mom sent me of you two falling asleep together on a couch! but what about him, though?”
“are you alone?” bakugou asked, and deku shifted in his chair, trying to stand up so he could cover himself.
“you know i live alone. don’t gotta rub it in like that.” red riot huffed.
“ah,” bakugou looked down at him when he lifted himself off of the toy, “sit the fuck down.”
“you know i live alone. don’t gotta rub it in like that.” red riot huffed.
“ah,” bakugou looked down at him when he lifted himself off of the toy, “sit the fuck down.”
“bakugou?”
deku moaned loudly when he was forced back down, the tip of the dildo pressing down hard inside of him.
“b-bro, what’s going on?”
“remember when you saw deku that one day during his internship with uravity...” bakugou lowered his voice.
silence flooded the room.
deku moaned loudly when he was forced back down, the tip of the dildo pressing down hard inside of him.
“b-bro, what’s going on?”
“remember when you saw deku that one day during his internship with uravity...” bakugou lowered his voice.
silence flooded the room.
deku feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest.
“h-hey, you said we wouldn’t bring that up again!” red riot argued. “i could get in trouble, bro.”
“trouble?” bakugou asked. “why would you get in trouble?”
“because the kid’s jailbait, dude. have you seen him?”
“h-hey, you said we wouldn’t bring that up again!” red riot argued. “i could get in trouble, bro.”
“trouble?” bakugou asked. “why would you get in trouble?”
“because the kid’s jailbait, dude. have you seen him?”
“oh yeah...” bakugou nodded, his fingers reaching for deku’s phone. “do you wanna see him?”
“shit, i hope i never do. if i see that kid do another aerial split... i’m going to jail, man. period. red riot is over. done.”
deku’s not sure how he feels knowing all of this.
“shit, i hope i never do. if i see that kid do another aerial split... i’m going to jail, man. period. red riot is over. done.”
deku’s not sure how he feels knowing all of this.
“listen, kirishima.” bakugou hummed, bringing the device closer.
‘oh, of course you like that.’ the red riot cosplayer chuckled. ‘you look so good taking my cock, baby...’
“no offense, but what the fuck do you have me listening to, man?” red riot, no... kirishima, asked.
‘oh, of course you like that.’ the red riot cosplayer chuckled. ‘you look so good taking my cock, baby...’
“no offense, but what the fuck do you have me listening to, man?” red riot, no... kirishima, asked.
“sit down first, kirishima, or you’ll hurt yourself.”
“yeah, okay, i’m sitting down. tell me why you’re listening to—wait... was that supposed to be me?”
deku’s breathing hitched when his chair was rolled back, and bakugou’s eyes settled on him as he handed him back his phone.
“yeah, okay, i’m sitting down. tell me why you’re listening to—wait... was that supposed to be me?”
deku’s breathing hitched when his chair was rolled back, and bakugou’s eyes settled on him as he handed him back his phone.
“i‘m in deku’s room,” bakugou’s hand curled around his neck, “and i found the little slut fucking his own ass to two people dressed up like us...”
“bro, you’re really not funny.” kirishima snapped. “making fun of me like that, i’m never telling you anything ever again.”
“bro, you’re really not funny.” kirishima snapped. “making fun of me like that, i’m never telling you anything ever again.”
deku gasped when bakugou’s hand tightened sround his neck, and he pumped his cock faster.
“do you want to see, kirishima?”
“s-see? isn’t this some sick prank because you think i’m gross for wanting to smash a... how old is he? a fifteen year old? sixteen?” kirishima asked.
“do you want to see, kirishima?”
“s-see? isn’t this some sick prank because you think i’m gross for wanting to smash a... how old is he? a fifteen year old? sixteen?” kirishima asked.
“prove it to him, deku.” bakugou demanded, and he moaned as tears rolled down his cheeks. “louder.”
“k-kacchan!” he whined, and bakugou chuckled as the hero on the other end of the line sucked in a deep breath. “kirishima!”
“go ahead and tell red riot what i found you doing.”
“k-kacchan!” he whined, and bakugou chuckled as the hero on the other end of the line sucked in a deep breath. “kirishima!”
“go ahead and tell red riot what i found you doing.”
bakugou’s phone was pressed closer to him, but the camera was faced the ceiling.
“i-i...” deku bounced in his chair as heat spread over his face. “i was f-fucking myself to-to red riot and kacchan... to a v-video of them talking dirty...”
“he’s a fucking slut, isn’t he?”
“i-i...” deku bounced in his chair as heat spread over his face. “i was f-fucking myself to-to red riot and kacchan... to a v-video of them talking dirty...”
“he’s a fucking slut, isn’t he?”
“wait.” he heard kirishima breathe out. “let me see. can i see him?”
bakugou perched his phone up on the desk, and deku’s eyes shifted to the camera. in the small box on the corner, he could see himself, and on the larger screen, he could see kirishima.
“you heard me, huh?”
bakugou perched his phone up on the desk, and deku’s eyes shifted to the camera. in the small box on the corner, he could see himself, and on the larger screen, he could see kirishima.
“you heard me, huh?”
he nodded, pumping his cock more. “i-i want you too, red riot. i won’t tell...”
“i wish i was there...” kirishima bit into his own hand. “seeing you touch yourself... feeling you ride my cock...”
“maybe this weekend i’ll bring him to your house. i’ll tell inko it’s training.”
“i wish i was there...” kirishima bit into his own hand. “seeing you touch yourself... feeling you ride my cock...”
“maybe this weekend i’ll bring him to your house. i’ll tell inko it’s training.”
