Day: 11/30 (light smut)

Prompt: lap dance! Commissioned!

Couple: M/M Kirishima, Bakugou

Words: 840

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When Katsuki became an erotic dancer his parents weren't surprised.

He always carried himself in a way that told everyone he was the center of attention. So yes, they expected him to be some sort of entertainer or manager or spokesman, something. but a stripper definitely wasn't on the agenda.

But when they found out it wasn't a huge reveal. He told them, they laughed at him, and then they moved on.

When he told his friends, no one really cared. Eijirou seemed to feel something or another, the thought made his heart flutter. But the topic passed and they never talked about it again.

Katsuki liked his job, and he was damn good at it too. There was nothing like dancing for some grease balls of men and women and getting paid to get compliments. and Katsuki never got in trouble for being cocky. Because he was the best. And everyone knew it.

But now, he was in deep shit.

Katsuki had never had trouble learning a group dance. Hell, sometimes hed even choreographs them. But this time was different.

The dance wasn't the problem. The problem was the dancers were assigned to dance together with a group of volunteers they'ed pick from the crowd.

Like a group lap dance thing? Yeah.

But Katsuki's never really danced with a stranger.

He was more of a pole, heals type of guy.

So when it was decided they'd do their first group volunteer dance Katsuki freaked.

Of course, Katsuki refused to go to the practices that would have taught him this information. Mainly because he would have looked fucking stupid and clueless.

So here he is. 

Standing in front of an empty chair in his room.

Sulking.

And the empty chair isn't going to fucking help. But what the fuck else is he supposed to do? He refuses to buy a life-sized doll for one fucking dance.

He grabbed the chair and began the dance. It wobbled with every move.

"This fucking sucks!" He yells.

Katsuki kicks the chair down only to pick it up again and growl.

"Jesus Bakugo why are you yelling so much more than usual today?" 

Katsuki looked at him angrily. "This dumbass stupid ugly dumb fucking chair is dumb as fuck to dance with because the dumb bitch doesn't know how to stay still." He flicked off the chair and pouted.

Kirishima looked intensively at the chair and back at Katsuki, who scowled.

"Why didn't you just ask me? If you just needed someone in the chair…" Kirishima sat in the chair and looked up at Katsuki with a smile.

"You're volunteering for a lap dance?" Katsuki looked down at kirishima questingly. The other froze.

"I actually… didn't think about that huh." he remained seated. "If I can help I don't mind."

Katsuki shrugged. "Well, you already offered so you don't have a choice." Katsuki pressed play on the song and got in position. 

The dance started with him standing in front of kirishima. He hoped he didn't mind his ass in his face.

Once the music started Katsuki turned. His hands found their way on both of Kirishima's shoulders. He sat in Kirishima's lap and circled his hips slowly. Kirishima fidgeted with his fingers.

"Stop fuckn moving." 

Kirishima whined, "I don't know where to put my hands!"

"Have you never had a lap dance before!" 

Kirishima yelled back. "No!"

"On me, you put your hands on me!" Katsuki angrily took Eijirou's hands and placed them on his hips. 

"Like that. Now I'm gonna start over. Don't fuck me up again or you're fired."
 
Katsuki started the song over and stood in front of kirishima again. "Now watch and learn." 

Katsuki held Kirishima's shoulders and sat down on this lap. He circled hips again. Kirishima's hands found a place on his sides.

Katsuki put his leg in between Kirishima's and sat on his left thigh and Ground down. Kirishima grunted. Katsuki ignored him and continued on with the dance. He spun to where he was facing away from Eijirou and sitting on his right leg. He ground back on him.

The music beat hard as Katsuki placed his hands at the front of Kirishima's knee and lifted his ass quickly, grazing the other's torso. 

Eijirou didn't know if he was in heaven or hell. He could feel his dick rising to the occasion inside his shorts. Embarrassing. He cleared his throat.

Katsuki turned and looked at him. "What the fuck is up with your face is your stupid ass okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I've never wanted to fuck someone this much in my life. that's what up

"You're really good." He took his hands off of Katsukis hips. "I think you'll do great." Kirishima stood up. 

"That's wasn't even half of it!" Katsuki shouted at Katsukis back. Kirishima still left. 

Katsuki smiled. yeah, he got hard.

He was confident he'd kill it at the show.