I don't know if this is oneshots because I'm gonna add some plot. But every chapter will be NSFW. I'll only work on this if I got all my chapters done for the week and have nothing to do. So don't expect scheduled updates.
Now for some plot, yeah I'...
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--Bakugo's POV--
"You're still looking for a job right?" Todoroki asks.
"Yeah."
Going to be honest. In a gym changing room is not where I thought I'd be discussing my job options. But if I want to upgrade my collection then I'll take any job I can get.
"Well you know the strip club I work at?" He asks but doesn't give me time to answer, "They have an opening."
"Getting naked and getting paid at once. Count me the fuck in."
He laughs, "I knew you'd say that. I'll tell my boss. First shift is tonight."
"Wow, such little notice. I got nothing going on though, I'll be there."
I smirk as he walks away. Because I just remembered Todoroki works at a gay strip club. This will be fun.
--Kirishima's POV--
After working all day I feel exhausted. Mina opted we relax by going to a club. I don't really know what club it was. I just agreed to go because I need to have a beer or two. She ushered me into the car with a wicked smile and began to drive. I just kind of pushed it off but I had a feeling this was going to end bad.
I guess I like bad.
Mina quickly pulled in to a club parking lot. She got out and smirked. I followed her into the club. She runs over to a bar to mingle with a bunch of girls and leaves me by myself. Neon lights flash through the club and I get lost in a sea of people. I call out Mina's name and look around.
The crowd stops moving and start to dance. I tense as I hear the extremely sexual music begin to play.
"Oh shit..." I whisper and turn around.
A stage with a pole in the center was being illuminated and people were preparing their cash. I gulped and tried to move away but the people just kept pushing me back. Fake fogged rolled off the stage and flooded the dance floor.
A shadow of a boy appeared on the stage. I bite my lip and despite my initial want to leave I strain myself to see who it is.
The boy steps out onto the stage and at first it's hard to tell who it is. Then the fog clears. Spiky blonde hair, his red eyes.
"Bakugo..." I whisper and stare wide eyed.
He makes his way over to the pole and slowly pulls off the black tank top he is wearing. I clutch my hand to my chest. Without thinking I push myself past the crowd and to the front. Bakugo wraps his arm around the pole and lifts himself off the ground. He must have amazing upper body strength to be able to spin and perform tricks with only his arms keeping him up.
I can't pull my eyes away from him. The way he practically owns the stage. Everyone is clapping and waving money. I just stand there drinking in the sight of sweat trickling down his abs. The light flashing just becomes background nonsense. All I care about is the way he runs his hand through his messy hair and bites his lip sexually.
He begins to take off his pants and I am struggling not to get an erection. The way he just effortlessly was taking my breath away. His knees hit the ground and he moves up and down on the floor using his knees to push him up and down. He is right up on the edge of the stage and right in front of me. His eyes are closed and he is dripping with sweat. His muscles tense and un-tense as he moves up and down. I feel like I can't breathe.
My eyes wander over his body and down to his boxers. Damn I wish I could rip those off. I watch Bakugo rub his hands over his body. His eyes flutter open.
I meet his gaze and bite my lip. He looks shocked for a second but it gives way to a smirk. He stands up and makes his way back over to the pole. His eyes are locked on mine. The entire time he is dancing he never leaves my eyes. Every smirk, lip bite, and occasional groan he would make was directed at me.
It didn't feel like he was dancing for money anymore... It looked like he was dancing to get me flustered.
And it's fucking working.
The songs end and he walks backstage. I run my hand through my hair and wipe the sweat from my forehead. The people file out of the dance floor and move onto another stripper's stage. I'm the only one standing idle on the dance floor.
I feel too dazed to move. After a few minutes Bakugo comes back out and is surprised to see me. He isn't wearing a shirt but he does have pants on. I glance towards him and he smiles. My stomach feels like it's being swarmed by butterflies and there is no denying I'm definitely hard.
He sits on the edge of the stage and grabs a water bottle. I watch as he gulps it down slowly. His eyes watch mine as he does. He dumps the rest of the water on his face and uses a towel to wipe away the sweat and water.
I sit up on the stage beside him.
"Didn't expect you to be here." I muttered.
"Didn't expect you to be watching me strip." Bakugo said with a smirk. I'm guessing he doesn't have a girlfriend after all.
"Can I ask a personal question?" I ask.
"Wow already moving onto personal questions." He jokes and elbows me.
"Why do you buy all those sex toys?"
He couldn't possibly be using them on himself... Could he? He hesitates for a moment and looks away. Finally he sighs, "Monday night come over to my place, and I'll show you." He smirks and winks.
My face feels hot and I can tell I'm blushing as he gets up and walks backstage again. I get off the stage.
