Mha One shots

Izuku Midoriya was just finishing up his gym class when he heard the locker room door slam shut. He glanced over his shoulder to see who it was and was surprised to see Bakugo standing there, towering over everyone else in the room. The boy had changed out of his gym clothes and was now clad only in a pair of tight black shorts that hugged his muscular thighs. His broad chest was bare, glistening with sweat, and Izuku couldn't help but notice how defined his abs were.

"Hey, Kacchan," Izuku said cautiously, trying not to stare. "What are you doing here?"

Bakugo narrowed his eyes at him, clearly not fazed by Izuku's question. "Kirishima and I wanted to talk to you," he replied gruffly.

Izuku swallowed hard, a knot forming in his stomach. He knew he should be wary of the two boys, but he couldn't help the flutter of anticipation that filled him at their sudden interest. He turned to face them, his heart racing as he saw Kirishima leaning casually against the lockers, watching him with an intensity that made Izuku's cheeks burn.

"What about?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"We saw you undressing," Kirishima said, his voice low and husky. "We noticed how your muscles rippled under your skin when you took off your shirt."

Izuku felt himself blush even harder at the explicit mention of his body. He had always been self-conscious about his physique, even though he worked hard to maintain it. To hear Kirishima talk about it like that made his heart race.

"Y-you did?" he stammered.

Bakugo let out a dark chuckle. "Yeah, we did," he said, taking a step closer to Izuku. "And we think it's time we had some fun with you."

Izuku wasn't sure what they meant by "fun," but he couldn't deny the wave of excitement that washed over him at their words. He locked eyes with Kirishima, feeling a spark of something he couldn't quite name ignite between them.

"Well," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I guess we'll have to see what you have in mind."

For the next few days, Bakugo and Kirishima continued to tease Izuku, finding new ways to push his boundaries and test his limits. They would whisper dirty things in his ear during study hall, brush up against him in the hallways, or simply stare at him with that intense look that made his blood boil.

Finally, on the fourth day, they cornered him in an empty classroom after school. Izuku knew what was coming and couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and fear.

"We've been thinking about you non-stop," Kirishima said, his voice low and seductive. "We want to feel your skin against ours."

Bakugo stepped closer, his gaze burning into Izuku's. "You've been such a tease," he growled. "It's time we showed you what you've been missing."

Izuku couldn't speak, couldn't move. All he could do was nod hesitantly as they each grabbed one of his arms and led him towards the back of the classroom. There, under the dim light of a broken bulb, they pushed him against the wall and began to explore his body with their hands and mouths.

It was intense, overwhelming, and more than anything else, Izuku wanted more. He moaned softly as they teased and pleasured him, their rough hands contrasting with the gentle kisses they pressed to his skin. This was something he never imagined would happen between them, but now that it was here, he couldn't bring himself to stop them.

As they pushed him closer and closer to the edge, Izuku couldn't help but wonder if this was really happening or if it was all just a twisted dream. Either way, he knew he wouldn't want it to end.Suddenly, Kirishima pulled away, panting heavily. "Not here," he gasped, looking around nervously. "We need to get out of here before someone catches us."

Bakugo nodded in agreement, his eyes still dark with desire. "Let's go somewhere private," he growled, grabbing Izuku's hand and pulling him along.

They ran through the halls, down the stairs, and out of the building, their hearts pounding in their chests. Eventually, they found themselves in an abandoned alleyway behind the school. It was dark and quiet, the perfect place for what they had in mind.

Without a word, Bakugo pushed Izuku against the wall and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. His hands roamed freely over Izuku's body, tearing at his clothes until they were both naked. Meanwhile, Kirishima circled around them, watching hungrily as they touched each other for the first time.

Izuku couldn't believe this was really happening. He had never been with another guy before, but something about Bakugo and Kirishima made him feel safe and wanted. He leaned into Bakugo's touch, moaning softly as he explored every inch of Izuku's body.

Kirishima finally moved in, kissing and licking at Izuku's neck and chest. His hands were just as rough as Bakugo's, but there was something gentle about the way he touched him that sent shivers down his spine.

As they continued their heated encounter, Izuku lost track of time and place, giving himself over to the sensations they were creating. He cried out in pleasure as they took him to the brink of orgasm, only to pull back at the last moment, leaving him aching for more.

Finally, when they could barely stand, they collapsed against each other, panting heavily. "That was incredible," Kirishima whispered, his breath hot against Izuku's ear.

"You have no idea," Izuku murmured, wrapping his arms around them both. He knew this was a dangerous game they were playing, but for now, he was content to enjoy the ride.