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Kirishima doesn’t mind working at a sex shop. He gets to meet a ton of interesting people and the work is easy. Need a lube? He’s got you. Need the latest plug? Yep. He’s got it. But, he didn’t always want to work at a sex shop. When Kirishima first came into the shop, he wasn’t looking for a job.
The redhead was on a mission to find a dildo, but not just any dildo. It was the Dynamight dildo; a realistic replica of the number one hero’s dick.
You could say Kirishima was a fan. He followed the pro hero’s career ever since he started protecting the streets of Japan.
On more than one occasion, Kirishima would jerk off to Dynamight showing up to save the day; wishing it was him being swooped up into beefy arms.
But… Dynamight was untouchable, completely out of his league, and quite frankly, he’s pretty sure the blonde was straight (at least he seemed like it based on interviews he’s had with news reporters and talk show hosts). People were always asking the blonde about the special lady in his life, Dynamight would usually give a generic “it’s private” answer and laugh it off until the subject was changed.
While refilling a bowl of condoms at the register, Kirishima is ripped from his thoughts.
“Hey - uh… could you help me?” The voice was rough, gravelly, and sexy as hell. The redhead deadpans to the man across the counter.
Dynamight .
His idol, his wet dream was standing just three feet from him wearing a black zip up hoodie and blue jeans. He looked so different in civilian clothes. Sexier almost.
“I- I- uh hey. there. Hah! Nice to meet ya!” Kirishima’s head is spiraling with questions, one of them being: was his replica dildo to scale? Kirishima glances down at the blonde’s dick and then back up to meet an impatient face and piercing red eyes glaring at him. Fuck did he get caught staring at his dick?
Kirishima shakes off his nerves before starting again, “I’m sorry Mr. Dynamight. H-How can I help you?”
The blonde clears his throat, “you can call me Bakugou. None of that Dynamight shit.” He takes a deep breath, “I um… need a… um… d…” Bakugou’s voice trails off.
“I’m sorry Mr. Dyn- Bakugou. What was that?”
The blonde rolls his eyes before looking around the shop for other customers. When he confirms they are alone, he speaks again. “A dildo. I need a dildo. And probably some… um… lube.”
Never in a million years did Kirishima see this coming. The man who has a permanent spot in his spank bank, the man who until this moment thought was straight and unattainable, was asking him where the dildos were. He might just die.
“Dildos. Right - Yes, we sell those!” An awkward silence falls between them before the redhead’s brain kicks into gear. “Fuck - sorry, hah… over here.” Kirishima leads him to a wall littered with toys. “What exactly are you looking for? Something longer? Wider? We have a few that vibrate too.”
Kirishima watches the blonde scan the entirety of the wall before his eyes land on a display of his face next to a girthy toy.
“Ha.. Fucking ridiculous. Can you believe people actually buy this shit!? Thinking it’s an actual mold of my penis. Like I’d willingly give those fuckers the real thing.” Bakugou barks in a humorous tone.
Kirishima’s face turns red thinking about his Dynamight dildo tucked away under his bed at home, “I mean, who could blame them for wanting a piece of you. I mean - fuck - just - look at you.”
Bakugou quirks his head toward the redhead as the corners of his mouth turn up into a devious grin, “You probably have one, don’t you.”
“No! Fuck - I didn’t mean it like that, I mean you are but - I just-” his voice is panicked.
Bakugou chuckles and puts a reassuring hand on Kirishima’s tensed shoulder. “Calm down, red! I’m just fuckin’ with you.” Bakugou turns his attention back to the wall and picks out a purple toy with 8 vibration settings.
Kirishima is suddenly jealous of the purple toy. He wishes he could use the blonde as a cock sleeve.
On their way back to the register, Kirishima quickly grabs a bottle of lube from the shelves next to the counter, “don’t forget your lube.” With another light chuckle, Bakugou looks at the medium sized bottle Kirishima grabbed and walks over to the display to swap it out with the biggest bottle.
'Ok then…' Kirishima thinks to himself as he starts to scan the items. With a quick swipe of Bakugou’s credit card, Kirishima hands the blonde his receipt to sign while he bags up his items.
“Alright - you’re all set.” Kirishima beams a smile at the hero, “you have a great rest of your day.”
Bakugou grabs the bag from Kirishima before winking at him, “Hah… you too, Red. We’ll be in touch.” And with that, he was gone.
Kirishima wonders what he meant, we’ll be in touch, and that’s when he looks at the receipt.
//Text me, red… xo//