Bakugo wasn’t new to the deafening sound of the police siren bursting into the air. Kirishima, on the other hand, panicked as soon as the echo arrived to their ears.
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Bottom!Bakugou, Top!Kirishima, voyeur Deku, recreational drug use! NSFW

“Fuck, fuck, Bakugo we need to go.”

His voice quivered while his eyes jumped around glancing at the streets checking if anyone arrived in any direction.

“Calm down shitty hair, there’s no way they’re here for us.”

He was not wrong, Kirishima knew it but still couldn’t relax. A snort came out of the smaller when he noticed his words did nothing to his just best friend, so he grabbed his wrist and pulled him away from the street light they stopped to prepare the pot right into a dark corner.

Bakugou’s body trapped between the amount of muscles he dragged and the wall holding breath as their dilated pupils found each other under the suffused light and the noisy background.

The air between them quickly becoming so thick it almost dragged their lips together, fuzzy minds facilitating the job.

“We should talk about th-”

Kirishima had his words cut by the clear sound of steps.

“Hey! You two! What you doing in here?!”

Both heads snapped at the police officer barely visible behind the strong torch’s ray of light now pointed at them. Bakugo hissed before leaving all they had fall of his fingers to take Kirishima hand.

“Run.”

He whispered alerting the other and both took just a second before starting to speed through the alleys slightly laughing at the man way behind them obviously too old to keep up with them.

Bakugo took another couple of turns tightening his fingers around his maybe more than best friend glimpsing at him for a second catching his smile before bumping into a big solid soft chest.

The recoil so hard he almost tripped over Kirishima matched with a soft surprised murmur.

“Not so fast, you two.”

Bakugo knew that voice, knew that police officer that was probably alerted by the first one.

Midoriya Izuku was just a couple of years older than them and during the past year has been breathing on Bakugo’s neck so many times he lost the count.

“Fucking you again.”

The police officer smirked, getting his hands on a couple of handcuffs that hanged loos on his belt and heading to the problematic boy first.

“Watch your mouth with me.”

He replied quietly, turning him around brushing fingers on the trained arms, breaking their hand holding and pressing his wrists together to secure them under raging grunts.

He then moved to Kirishima, too freaked out to react in any way that wasn’t blind compliance, and Bakugo felt a strange shake moving in his back and making his cock twitch at the image of his definitely not his best friend being handcuffed.

“You’re not here for us, are you?”

He managed to say before catching Kirishima’s scared glance. The red head receiving a sly smile in return.

“Of course not. But you smoking marijuana in the dark and running away from my colleague surely gives me enough reasons to give you a ride to the precinct.”

Midoriya firm hands grabbed their shoulders, making them walking out of the alley they were to the main street where he left his car. The sirens were still discernible in the far distance and while looking at his clumsy secret crush Bakugo decided he wanted another kind of ride.

Once they’re both seated in the back of the car, Bakugo’s gaze fix himself on Kirishima’s lips, waiting for the police officer to jump in and start the engine.

He knows it will take a while, even with his mind too blurred from the adrenaline, and as soon as he can he leans over his maybe soon to be boyfriend lazily rest lips on his shoulder.

Kirishima’s head snaps looking at his who knows what they even are anymore catching the almost invisible smirk.

“Bakugo what are you doing…”

His whispered words reach the ear of the blonde as an electric discharge that makes him arch his back with his eyes closed and his lips just open to catch air.

Their thighs now touch and Kirishima feels his cock twitch in front of that scene, and if it wasn't for the weed they smoked, he would have already panicked. Instead he simply wonders a nervous-why-that makes him immediately turn his blushed face towards the window.

“Eijirou…”

Bakugo whines, pushing his face higher, towards his whatever he is neck, trying as much as possible not to get hurt with handcuffs.

"I want to kiss you, kiss me."

The words slip out of the mouth more easily, in the condition they are, and the boy can’t keep them in his throat anymore. He doesn't know how long he has liked his best friend;

he has no idea how long it has been since the first time he tried to suppress the desire to have him closer to feel his breath on the skin.

"Don't mess up back there"

Midoriya's green eyes look at the two through the rearview mirror but fail to capture anything more than the face of one against the neck of the other.

Bakugo lets go of a half growl, which of course can’t reach the policeman’s ears, before returning to look at Kirishima's distressed face.

“Baku- “

“Katsuki, my name’s Katsuki and you know it Ei.”

He does, as he knows that has liked his best friend for years and has waited for that moment for too much time, day dreaming about it, but never expected it to happen this way.

“Katsuki, this is just the weed talking I-“

“It’s not, just kiss me already.”

Bakugou is growling again, but doesn’t have enough time to complain more since Kirishima’s lips are on his, dried out from the drug, rough, moving messily desperately trying to find what they’ve been waiting for.

Their backs arching in the most uncomfortable position while not being able to let their hands roaming on each other bodies.

The officer understood what was starting just behind him only when moans started to fill the car, nasty exaggerated low moans that made his cock suddenly aware.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

His voice almost cracked when his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror once again this time clearly seeing Bakugo sitting on his friend’s lap, hands moving disjointed trying to find a grip. Both of them grinding against each other.

“Fuck, Bakugou, we can’t-“

Another growl, the blond bit his lip almost breaking it. He had waited too long for this, and a stupid cop would not ruin it.

He pressed his throbbing erection against Kirishima’s one once again, making him moan shamelessly trying to make him understand he would not stop.

The next noise to fill the car is the one of their jean’s zip. Legs wrapped in the strangest way and bodies tangled in the small space while their fingers ran to get rid of what blocked their cock.

“Bakugou Katsuki! What do you think you’re doing in my car?”

This time Midoriya’s voice is trying to be as firm as he can, while he takes the wrong route.

“Fucking my boyfriend.”

His voice came out lewd while the drug cancelled the pain of the handcuffs squeezing his wrists extended to the maximum just to reach Kirishima’s cock and align it to his hole.

“Fuck, Katsuki, fuck, please.”

Kirishima’s hands blocked behind his back, being able only to scratch the seat while the swallow tip of his dick poked Bakugou’s ass.

“Jesus Christ Ei I’m /trying/!”

All the movements clumsier than usual, while the cop could hardly look at the street instead of their half naked bodies, their barley illuminated dicks.

He should have stopped the car, should have stopped them from fucking in the back seats, he should surely enough not have an erection dyeing to be touched.

And what convinced him to lend and hand on it was the absolute obscene sound that came from Bakugou’s throat as Kirishima’s dick finally stretched him enough to stuff him.

Muffled “Fuck yes” came from both mouths as soon as Bakugou adjusted himself and started to jump recklessly on the biggest dick he had ever seen, knees tight around his thighs and head pushed back. Windows slowly starting to steam up with all their heavy breaths.

Midoriya’s mind filled with nothing more than them, the clear sound of their wet skin meeting, balls spalling against Bakugou’s ass as he pushed down on his friend more vehemently that Midoriya ever seen someone do.

One hand on the steering wheel taking another wrong route taking them way far away from the precinct again, giving them more time. The other firm on his crotch, palm energetically rubbing against it trying without success to dull it.

“Good lord Ei, since when do you have this master cock.”

Bakugou voice was heavy like his breath, while he pressed his forehead now on his shoulder bones starting to ache as the weed effect fades away.

Kirishima giggled, while biting down his own lip and pushing hips against Katsuki’s ass.

“Since ever, Kats.”

Replied before a wet moan reached directly his ear. Bones aching was not the only consequence.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Ei, I’m gonna cum”

Broken voice reaching both Kirishima and Midoriya’s brain, breaking them down at the same time. Kirishima pushing with all his strength his heels to the ground to thrust into him as fast as possible, holding himself to not cum in his ass before him.

Midoriya’s right hand almost loving the grip on the car, left one now unzipping his own uniform’s trousers to grab his pulsing red erection. A desperate moan slipping out of his lips, lost in the filthy noises coming from the couple behind.

“I love you”

It was almost less than a whisper, a choked whisper as a gush of liquid warm cum spills over Kirishima’s this t-shirt that made him cum immediately, filling with a moan of pure pleasure Katsuki’s hole.

Midoriya’s eyes wide fixed on them while silently cupping his tip and all the sperm coming out of it trying so hard to not stain any of his clothes. Shamefully blushing as soon as the couple, still heavy breathing, noticed him.

“You should handcuff us more often, Deku.”