//NSFW, KRBK, dildos and general horniness???//

Imagine Bakugou buying a dildo the approximate size of his best friend.

He's seen him in the shower! Thing was fucking massive, what did you expect him to do??!

So anyway, after quite a bit of searching he managed to find one that looked pretty damn close. The length was off but the thickness was perfect.

He got tracked shipping, cause he was NOT having that box wait in the foyer where any old extra could pick it up.

So he waited like a damn dog at the front door, pretending he /wasn't/ waiting for a massive dildo to arrive.

The delivery driver stared at him as his face grew redder. The box was fucking massive, holy s h i t.

He ran back to his apartment (thanking every god under the sun he had the foresight to live alone) and gingerly laid it on the coffee table.

Shit, it was heavy too....bet that weight would feel good in hi-

Bakugou palmed the front of his sweats with a small whine.

He walked over to his balcony door to shut the curtains, when he glanced across the courtyard (like he always did) to catch a glimpse of his dildo muse.

Kiri's balcony door was flung wide open, curtains parted and music blaring.

"Fucking, calisthenics hour...close the damn curtains you idiot."

Cause it was almost obscene the way that Kiris muscles bulged and stretched with each pull up he did. Sweat shining his back in the late afternoon sun, bright red hair up in a high bun.

Fuuuuuuuck he must have been going at it while Bakugou was waiting for his dildo cause the grey cutoff sweats were black with sweat.

God damnit.

Bakugou shut the curtain with more force than was strictly necessary, spun on his heel, grabbed his dildo and marched to his room.

Fucker wants to do a half naked workout when he KNOWS Bakugou's gonna be home?

S'fuckin rude.

The fucking thing was too big.

The box hadn't deceived him, it truly was just that thick.

Anywhere he tried to affix the suction cup it just fell off.

Headboard? Slats too thin.

Cupboard door? Just kept pulling it open when Bakugou tugged on it to test it.

Mirror on the wall? Same issue. Wasn't stuck to the wall properly.

He didn't fancy slipping and dying in the shower and he was NOT going to stick it to the +

Door to his balcony, which conveniently faced kiri's apartment across the courtyard.

Although the balcony did have a solid wall around it, so as long as he kept it below waist level...

He was sure if he didn't have the image of Kiri sweaty and grunting in his head he could have thought clearer.

But he did and he was horny.

Glass balcony door it was.

Bakugou shivered a little. If the door was open he would definitely be heard, so he walked over to triple check it was locked. He didn't want interruptions

He was quite happy working off his excess...frustrations surrounding he best friend in peace.

CW//Uh slight humiliation + smell kink??? Sorry it just sort of went that direction, I'm winging it here //

Who's loud workout music could still be heard through the glass.

Fuck if Kiri looked over he wouldn't be able to see anything.

Bakugou's dick twitched in his pants.

Shit, having his best friend nearly catch him riding a poor imitation of his cock shouldn't have made his knees weak.

Bakugou slid his hands underneath the waistband of his sweats and gripped himself, hard.

It was gonna be hard to stay quiet. He was glad Kiri had such awful taste in music, the thumping bass would hopefully cover his poor attempts at trying to keep himself from screaming his best friend's name.

He gripped himself even tighter, hips twitching forward at the thought.

God damnit.

He was dripping already, balls lifting at the image of Kiri's face if he found him spread open on something he wished was him.

He wouldn't be able to look at him again, he'd need to fucking move city...

Would he be disgusted? Snort at the pathetic image of Bakugou on his knees wishing he had Kirishimas's /actual/ cock inside of him?

Bakugou choked off a moan as he bucked into his first slowly, dragging pre-cum down his dripping length.

No Kirishima wouldn't do that, would he?

Would he get down on his knees to Bakugou's eye level? Look at his red face, eyes wet with tears, mouth wobbling as he /begged/ Kirishima to fuck him?

Would he wipe away his tears, smile at him softly and ask him -

"How do I feel, baby? Do I feel good?"

/Fucking hell/

Getting the image of Kirishimas pitying face out of his head, Bakugou threw off his sweats and ripped open his bedside table and grabbed the lube.

He picked up the weighty cock off his bed and could only just wrap his fingers around it.

He could almost hear Kirishima in his ear, cooing at him.

"It's a shame they didn't make one my size, sweetheart. Doesn't matter though, I can watch you practice with this one.

I don't want that slutty mouth near my dick if it doesn't know what it's doing"

Bakugou whined, and brought the silicone to his mouth.

Kiri would be sweaty from his workout, /fuck/ he could only imagine what he smelled like.

He kitten licked all over the bulging head, almost tasting the salty pre that would be there.

He could feel the ghost of Kirishima's lips on his ear, telling him he'd have to do better than that of he wanted a go on the real thing.

Fuck.

He really hoped Kiri kept playing his music.

Kirishima Eijirou knew his best bro like the back of his hand. He felt confident enough to say that after being best friends with the prickly blond for the better part of 7 years.

They'd been through so much together!

Hell just this last week when they'd been on shift, Baku had saved his ass /again!/ because he was too distracted looking at the aggressive taper of his back.

Down to his really tiny waist.

Eijirou often wondered if he could fit his hands around it.

Ugh! There he goes again!

He angrily wiped his forehead, and jumped back up to catch the pull-up bar.

The only reason he was working out aggressively enough to make his sweatpants see through, was /because/of Bakugou and his gorgeous tiny waist.

He'd been having a frankly /worrying/ amount of awkward boners around his best friend recently.

He could usually keep his feelings under wraps, but Baku's just changed back from his winter costume and....

Well it wasn't fair at how low the vee went in his summer vest.

This time of year was always a struggle for Eijirou.

It wasn't manly to think of his best friend to get off, so when these eager boners arrived Eijirou had to try his level best to keep a straight face and think of week old raw chicken.

That had recently stopped working.

But, no matter!

Working out his frustrations worked just as well! He'd been wanting to bulk out a bit more so the extra gym time was a perfect excuse, if Baku noticed and said anything.

Which lets be honest he probably did, cause that man had eyes like a hawk, and really didn't like routine change.

Finishing his set with a grunt he dropped from the bar and rolled forward, putting his hands to the floor.

Nothing like a good workout on a hot day to get you sweaty and feeling like you'd accomplished something!

He swiped his already wet gym towel off the floor and wiped his face, turned around to his balcony door and walked out.

The warm breeze tickled the loose hairs from his bun as he turned his head to look over the courtyard.

It was so cool his bro lives so close!

Sure he was a bit gutted when Baku had said he wanted to live alone, but he totally got it! His bro loved his space, and Eijirou totally wasn't gonna get in the way of that.

It was just he missed seeing Baku sleep-soft and really quite sweet in the mornings.

His balcony door was firmly closed and the curtains partially drawn, which Eijirou found a little odd. Baku was an early bird and it was 2:30 in the afternoon!

He couldn't see anything below waist level thanks to the concrete wall, and the angle was a bit off so +

He could only really see a little corner of Bakugou's sofa. Eijirou took a big swig from his even bigger water bottle and pondered the oddness of his bro breaking routine.

When he looked back over he could see that the balcony door was...moving? Yeah it was totally moving, the reflection in the glass was warping!?

Eijirou squinted his eyes as if he could zoom in.

Wait was that Bakugou's hair??

Yes, it was! What the hell? A tiny tuft of blonde hair was visible over the concrete wall.

The glass was still moving strangely, and the tuft of hair was moving along with it.

Is his bro ok?? What the hell was he doing?

Eijirou got up on his tip toes to see if he could angle himself to get a better view.

He could only just see the tops of Bakugou's eyebrows, which were scrunched up in pain, and Eijirou could see wet skin by his eyes.

Bakugou was crying?!

Oh god was he hurt?? Had a villain managed to get into the complex!? Was he being tortured right now and Eijirou didn't notice cause he was too busy trying to get rid of his stupid boners?!!

Eijirou didn't even think before spinning on his heel and launching himself out his +

Front door.

It was time to pay his bro back after all this time and save him for once!