kaminari makes a joke during band practice that he wants someone to fuck him as hard as bakugou hits the drums.

it was a joke entirely. a one liner meant to fuel the pervert image he created for himself as well as make his friends laugh.

and they did laugh, just not bakugou.

instead of breaking into hysterics like yaoyorozu had, or calling him a pervert the way jirou did, bakugou just spins his drumsticks before smacking them into the face of the snare.

a splintering crack, as well as a loud bang, flooded the room, and sweat rolled down his face.

“like this?”

the drummer held up two broken drumsticks, and he swallowed thickly as his eyes watched the upper shaft of his stick dangle uselessly.

“oh.” he whispered quietly.

the arrogant, lopsided smirk tugging on his lips caused an even harder pounding inside of his chest.

kaminari’s eyes followed bakugou’s hands, noticing that his tight grasp caused the veins near his knuckles and wrist protrude.

his gaze didn’t stop there, however.

it trailed along his glistening arms, those thick forearms and bulging biceps that he trains damn near every day.

then towards his strong shoulders, broad and damp with sweat as well.

he could see it drip down his neck before it pools into his collarbones and runs down his chest.

and oh... oh fuck.

his chest, bare and so unbelievably wide, is rising and falling with every labored breath.

he looked away before he could stare any longer, or his eyes could drift any lower, face heating worse than a mid-summer day.

“th-that’s...” his voice broke, earning a deafening chorus of laughter from his so-called friends. “k-kacchan... that’s rough...”

even bakugou joined.

the snickers leaving his lips made a knot tighten inside of his stomach.

“you should see your face.” the drummer mocked. “you really are a pervert, dunce face. i can’t believe you’re really thinking about things like that during practice.”

kaminari laughed nervously.

he pushed the hair from his face and then nodded, hoping no one noticed he was blatantly checking their friend out.

“i’ve got a rep for a reason.” he agreed sheepishly, hiding the tent in his black jeans behind the back of his electric guitar. “what do you expect, bakugou?”

“not much.” he answered as he sat back down, and kaminari watched as he pulled a fresh pair of drumsticks from a pounch hanging off the wall.

“mean.” he mumbled, checking his watch.

just one more hour of being stuck in this hot room. sixty more minutes until he can leave.

he sighed as his eyes closed, trying to focus on their music rather than bakugou’s body as he starts clinking his sticks together, counting down the beginning of their song.

but it’s difficult to focus.

in fact, it’s more than difficult. the feat is almost impossible to do.

it takes more than two hands to count how many times he forgot the chords, or the lyrics, or even came in off beat.

jirou’s using her hands, his hands, and now yaoyorozu’s.

“i say we call it quits for today.” tokoyami decided. “it’s been productive. my fingers ache.”

“fine.” she huffed. “i have homework to finish up anyways. we’ll continue tomorrow.”

‘thank fuck,’ kaminari wants to cry as his cock twitched in his pants at the thought of being alone in his room.

the only downside is now he doesn’t have a guitar to hide it from his friends.

luckily, they didn’t notice. or, rather, if they did then no one said anything about it.

yaoyorozu was the first to leave, then jirou. tokoyami stayed around to help him put the picks back into the guitar cases.

“i can do that.” bakugou smacked a hand on the wall. “get out.”

he beamed. “thanks, ka—“

“i wasn’t talking to you.” bakugou’s eyes met his before shifting to tokoyami. “leave. you actually did half decent. go rest.”

“alright...” their bandmate nodded before stuffing his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. “i’ll see you at the dorms.”

kaminari sighed, zipping up a leather travel case before setting it on top of the other.

“bakugou, can you grab—“

“get the fuck up.”

two rough hands grabbed his arms, and he widened his eyes as his back hit a wall.

a throbbing blossoming in the back of his head as he gasped.

“you’ve got some fucking nerve, don’t you?” bakugou lowered his voice, both of his hands now pressed against the wall behind him.

with a heavy amp to his left, a stack of guitars to his right, a wall behind him, and bakugou in front, there was no where for him to escape.

“k-kacchan,” kaminari swallowed thickly, unsure if he was dizzy from his head hitting the wall or the musk and cologne rolling off of bakugou’s body. “hey, i-i was just joking, earlier, ‘kay?”

crimson eyes dropped to the tent in his jeans, and he swore silently to himself.

of course it’s not just a joke when his cock is this hard and this noticeable.

“‘just kidding’, huh?” he asked.

bakugou’s hips pressed forward, and kaminari whimpered against the pressure. after being hard for so long, every little touch is enough to drive him up crazy.

“i seen you.” the drummer said. “hiding behind your guitar like that, throwing looks my way when you thought i was preoccupied, who do you think you’re fooling?”

kaminari choked on a moan as he reached to pull bakugou closer by the belt loops of his jeans and the attached chain.

“you-you caught me.” he caved, and bakugou grinned.

that arrogant and crooked smile always made him weak in the knees no matter where they were or who it was directed too.

there’s just something about it that’s so sinful, so promising, and it makes his cock twitch helplessly.

soft lips brushed his neck as bakugou’s left forearm flattened against the wall by his head, and kaminari curled into his best friend. one of his arms leaving his jeans.

he threaded though calloused fingers into his blond hair and forced his mouth closer to his sweaty skin.

“you sure know how to rile a man up.” bakugou growled, twisting the knots already forming inside of kaminari’s stomach. “i’m going to fucking break you, sparky.”

“please.” he breathed out, an airy moan escaping his lips. “like your drums. fuck me as hard as you hit your drums.”

another embarrassingly pitched gasp was forced from his mouth when bakugou bit down on his neck without warning.

the sharp pinch caused his hips to jerk forward, applying more pressure against his sensitive cock and bakugou’s growing bulge.

“o-oh.”

he’s already so big.

it’s intimidating, and causes his hesrt to hammer in his chest.

was he really going to cross that kind of line with bakugou?

“don’t blame me when you can’t walk...” his best friend warned, “or sit down.”

the answer’s yes. a definite yes, and he’s not at all ashamed of it.

slowly, bakugou pulled away from his body. as he examined the mess he made of his neck, another grin tugged on to his lip.

“you’re pretty cute when you’re not talking, did you know that?” he said, and kaminari exhaled shakily as his right hand reached between their bodies.

“i-i heard you’ve been told the same.” he shot back, not nearly as cool and collected as the other had been.

“come.” he nodded, his large palm pressing hard against kaminari’s zipper, causing his knees to nearly give out. “i want you bent over my lap once i sit on my drumstool.”

bent over his lap?

before kaminari could even think about what that meant, bakugou’s pulling away from him.

“h-hey!”

but even if he’s walking away, that doesn’t mean his fist isn’t curled into the collar of his white t-shirt.

the sheer force of his yank causes him to stumble.

“i can walk for now!” kaminari reminded as bakugou took a seat on his stool. “you don’t have to ruin my sh—my shirt!”

“so fucking noisy.” bakugou groaned, rough hands curling around his—suddenly exposed—lithe waist before jerking him forward. “just take it like a good boy...”

kaminari tilted his head back as those lips pressed against the skin of his stomach, tracing the ridges and lines of his body.

though he’s not muscular, he’s also not as lanky as people seem to believe.

very faintly, away from the bones of his ribs and hips, was some muscle.

unlike bakugou, he’s not much of a close combat fighter, and doesn’t depend on brute force to win.

“small...” bakugou murmured against his skin, and kaminari pressed both hands against the back of his head. ash-blond locks then tickled his knuckles.

“b-bakugou...”

skilled fingers began to unbuckle his belt, and kaminari bit down on his bottom lip. lower and lower those plush lips trailed, and sparks began to bubble inside of his nerves from the electrifying sensation.

“you bruise so fucking easily.” bakugou noticed.

“l-like a banana.”

their eyes met, and bakugou yanked his belt off before examining the leather.

“you know what i’m going to do with this?” he asked, and kaminari shook his head as bakugou one-handedly began to unbutton his jeans and tear his zipper open.

“uh... s-spank me?” he guessed.

when he said fuck him the way he bands his drums earlier, he didn’t quite mean that he wanted to be hit, but the rush of the possibility is making his stomach knot in a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

was he really not going to be sitting and walking for anytime soon?

“i will, but not with this belt.”

kaminari can’t tell if that’s better, or worse as he watched him use both hands to form two loops into the leather.

“turn around, hands behind your back.” bakugou instructed as he held his belt up.

o-oh.

his cock throbbed at the sight.

quickly, he turned around, his wrists pushed behind his back as the leather began sliding against his skin.

“i-i didn’t know you were into this kind of stuff. it’s pretty kinky.” he swallowed thickly when the restraints slowly began to tighten. “somehow, it’s-it’s fitting.”

“shut up and tell me if it’s too tight.” bakugou ignored, and kaminari wiggled his fingers before pulling against the leather.

“it’s fine.” he looked over his shoulder briefly. “h-hey, by the way, so if we’re fucking, don’t we need lube? i love a little pain, but spit isn’t—“

“you talk too damn much.” bakugou grit, and kaminari’s jaw dropped when his pants were forced down his thighs.

as is, his denim was tight. now bunched around his thighs awkwardly with his boxers, there was no way he could move his thighs aby further apart from where they’re at.

“that’s a pretty sight.” he praised, and kaminari shivered when rough fingertips scratched down the dip of his spine. “you know, it’s pretty fitting.”

bakugou guided him to turn back around, and he laid him over his lap before grasping his left arm tightly.

“k-kacchan—“

the scratchy fabric of bakugou’s jeans felt bittersweet against his aching cock, and he shifted at the pressure.

“ah ah,” his hands heated against his arm, “don’t try getting off before we even start. i want a make music with this body of yours, and then i’ll let you cum.”

kaminari whimpered silently when bakugou’s opposite hand pressed against his ass. the shape of his dull nails was soon embedded into the skin before his palm pulled back.

fuck.

“scream for me, why don’t you?” he hinted, and kaminari’s arms pulled on the belt helplessly.

with a loud smack of skin, bakugou’s hand came down on to his bare ass, and kaminari whimpered at the sudden impact.

“i’ve broken these drums before,” came a low warning. “don’t fucking underestimate me.“

“again.” kaminari breathed out. “bakugou... bakugou, do that again.”

he could feel the smirk as it stretches on his face.

“you talk so big... don’t go tapping out now.” his friend chuckled darkly as his heated palm left the burning round of his ass.

his hand swung down against his other cheek, and kaminari choked on his own spit at the sting.

“where’s my fucking wallet...” he heard bakugou murmur, his thumb rubbing against the surface of his skin.

after some rustling, he heard a please hum vibrate through bakugou’s lips.

“yapping about lube... you really think i’d initiate anything if i wasn’t ready?” he scoffed.

“y-you carry lube with you?” he asked, surprised and just a little out of breath from being spanked. “and you have the gall to-to call me a pervert?”

“tch. if horny little twinks like you didn’t throw themselves at me every fucking day, maybe i wouldn’t have to.” he snapped.

“unless you don’t want to use—“

“of course i want it! you’d never fit if we didn’t use lube!” kaminari rushed.

a laugh bubbled from the depth of bakugou’s chest as he handed him a foil packet.

“oh, my cock would fit, honey. it always fits.” he insisted, and kaminari shivered.

just what was that supposed to mean?

his eyes shifted to the packed, and he gently squeezed the soft middle when bakugou’s hand met the skin of his ass once again.

“you’re already turning so red back here.” he mused. “just a few little slaps and you’re bruised...”

kaminari pushed back against his palm, and then winced lightly when he squeezed.

“again.” he mumbled, and bakugou reached his hand back. “hit me again, kacchan...”

“what a slut.”

his hand smacked against both of his cheeks, and kaminari’s body jerked as his cock twitched.

“bakugou!”

“that’s it.” he encouraged him before planting another harsh slap on his ass. “this room was soundproofed for our music. don’t bothing being fucking quiet if you know what’s good for ya’.”

oh.

fuck, that’s right.

jirou had yaoyorozu soundproof this room for them.

“scream for me, baby.” he demanded, and kaminari choked on a moan when he brought his hand back down against his skin.

he gasped, and bakugou raked his eyes over his friend’s spread body before teasing his puckered rim.

“you want to be fucked like never before, don’t’cha?”

“mhm...” kaminari shivered when his dry finger pocked at his hole. “please, kacchan.”

“banged like my drums. well, i use sticks for that, you know.”

e-eh?

“y-yeah... your uh... your d-drumsticks...” he nodded, and then squirmed on top of his lap.

he’s not really....

is he?

kaminari felt his hand leave his skin, and then the tell-tale sound of the drumsticks rattling around in their pouch.

the fresh sticks that were just waiting for him to crack them down on the kit.

“oh god... oh j-jesus...” he breathed out heavily at the thought.

what would that feel like? that sturdy, sleek wood snapping against his skin, and bakugou really playing his body like an instrument...

“speak now or forever hold that tongue.” bakugou warned, the cool stick pressing flat against his ass.

“please.” he caved under his curiosity.

“you’re a freak... damn, kami, we should have done this a long time ago. what took you so fucking long?” bakugou laughed.

his chest fluttered in both anticipation and joy.

“say my name again.” he begged, turning his head to look up at his friend. “just once more. please.”

bakugou’s lip curled as he spun the drumstick in his hand, and then pulled his arm back.

“i’m gonna spank you a few times with this, kaminari...” he dragged out, his voice low and promising as the wood snapped against his skin.

“ah!” he cried, the burn nothing like his hand.

“then i’m going to prep you with it...”

the tip of the drumstick traced between his red hot cheeks, and then teased his hole. it’s small, beaded tip just barely pushing inside before pulling out.

“kacchan,” he panted, his cock aching against bakugou’s denim clad lap.

“oh god, b-bakugou, please.”

kaminari melted into him, a whistle following the swing before it came in contact with his ass.

“yes!” he sobbed, tears stinging in the corners of his eyes at the fire licking across his skin.

“and after you’re nice and stretched for me...”

bakugou’s other hand tangled into his hair, forcing his head further back so their eyes could meet.

“i’m going to split you open and fuck you right against my drumkit.” he promised, and kaminari closed his eyes as he imagined it. “i’m gonna break this pretty body of yours.”

kaminari just handed him the lube, unable to respond as he tried gathering his thoughts together.

“you’re mine now.” bakugou whispered, rubbing the smooth surface of the drumstick against his ass. “my play thing.”

“it hurts.” he forced out, rutting against his thighs.

“my cock... k-kacchan, i’m so hard. touch me.” he pleaded, earning a bounce of his leg and the rough denim against his sensitive skin.

”if you want to act like a slut during band practice, embarrassing me with your perverted little skits around our bandmates...” he reminded.

“then i’m going take my time humiliating you and taking advantage of you. so shut up, and be happy with what i’m giving you before i take it all away.”

kaminari whimpered, his hands pulling on the cuff of bakugou’s black jeans.

“you don’t want that, do you?” he asked.

“no.” he forced, squeezing his eyes shut when the drumstick came down one more time against his ass. “n-no, kacchan, i’m sorry.”

“lube.” bakugou murmured, letting go of his hair to hold his hand out.

shakily, he handed him to foil packet he had been squishing like a stress toy.