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It was another late night at the office. Bakugou sat grumbling as he painstakingly made his way through a stack of never-ending paperwork. It was times like these when he desperately wished he had a secretary. Soon as the budget allowed, he was definitely hiring some extra to take care of all these annoying forms while he focused on the more fun parts of hero work, like blasting villains in the face and being awesome. Bakugou groaned as he finished signing yet another obnoxious report. He just wanted to get through this mess and go the fuck home already.
A soft knock, on the frame of his open office door, had Bakugou stirring from his paperwork induced stupor. He glanced up to see Kaminari standing there, fresh from patrol and still in his hero costume.
“Hey boss, working late?” Kaminari quipped as he sidled his way into the office.
Bakugou frowned. When he had first decided to start his own hero agency, hiring his friends had seemed like a good and obvious choice. Right now though, when he just wanted to get shit done, he could clearly see the pitfalls of having a bunch of chatty jerks working for him.
“Fuck off, Sparky,” Bakugou answered without any real bite, “I need to get through these papers so I can fucking leave. I don’t need your stupid face distracting me.”
Kaminari smiled as he made his way around the side of Bakugou’s desk, “Oh so you find me distracting?”
Kaminari looked a little worn from patrol, just a touch sweaty and his hair a bit mussed. He slid out of his jacket and tossed it into one of the empty chairs by the door.
Bakugou surveyed the other blond, finding it hard to focus his attention back onto the document in front of him. Kaminari meanwhile was tugging absently at the choker he wore with his costume. The gesture drew Bakugou’s gaze towards the delicate lines of the other man’s neck. Then Kaminari perched himself casually onto the edge of Bakugou’s desk and quirked a brow at the mountainous stack of papers piled next to him.
“Damn,” he said, flashing Bakugou the same glowing grin he used for the press and paparazzi, “You look pretty swamped, Boss.”
Bakugou grunted, annoyed, “I told you not to call me, Boss. And I am, so get the fuck out.”
Kaminari tutted, making himself even more comfortable on the edge of the desk, “And you sound so stressed, like you could really use a break.”
Before Bakugou could answer, Kaminari had slid to the center of the desk. Bakugou blinked, confused. Hadn’t that space just been overrun with papers a moment ago? Bakugou wasn’t sure anymore, and he was too preoccupied taking in the new view in front of him.
Kaminari was sitting comfortably on the desk now, legs spread so that they framed Bakugou’s own. He hooked his hands around Bakugou’s neck and dragged him forward so that his view of his office was replaced by nothing but mischievous honey colored eyes.
“Let me help you take the edge off,” Kaminari purred and Bakugou felt his pulse pound as he stared, entranced by the subtle smirk of Kaminari’s lips. His gaze wasn’t able to linger long though as Kaminari soon dipped his head. He found a tender spot on Bakugou’s neck and eagerly latched on.
Bakugou let out a soft gasp at the contact. Kaminari’s mouth was rough and eager against his skin, and Bakugou closed his eyes and allowed himself to be drawn out of his chair and flush against the other man. Kaminari’s hands traced their way down Bakugou’s back, over his hips, coming to rest a top his ass.
“Come on, Boss, “ Kaminari was saying into his neck, “You’ve earned a break. Let me fuck you right here on the desk.” As he spoke, he squeezed his hands tightly around Bakugou’s cheeks, spurring the man to eagerly crawl onto the desk, up and into Kaminari’s waiting lap.
Bakugou began grinding into Kaminari at an eager pace while the other man continued to grope and bite at whatever parts of Bakugou he could reach.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good for all the hard work you’ve been doing. You’ve earned this baby. I’m gonna make you cum on my cock like you deserve.”
Kaminari was murmuring into his skin and Bakugou choked back a groan as Kaminari worked his hand in between their bodies to palm at Bakugou’s cock. Kaminari’s hand crept its way past the lip of Bakugou’s pants and-
The scene crumbled as Bakugou woke with a start. He was not on his desk. He was not at the office. He was miles and miles away. In bed. Alone.
God fucking dammit.
Bakugou sighed, the soft weightless sanctuary of REM sleep rapidly slipping away from him. He shifted in bed, keeping his eyes shut tight in the hopes that it would help him fall back asleep faster. As he moved beneath the blankets however, he could feel the straining tent in his pajamas pants.
Bakugou frowned and twisted his bedspread tight around himself. There was no way he was going to slip his hand down to palm at himself. He was not going to finish the job his dream had started.
A shiver ran down his spine despite the warmth of the blanket. The dream was still so fresh in his mind. It was like he could feel the ghost of Kaminari’s lips and hands still on him. However, there was no way he was going to jerk off to a fantasy of that dunce-faced loser.
Bakugou shifted again, muttering a soft curse into his pillow. This was the third time this month, that he’d woken up with such a truly annoying problem.
Sex dreams were nothing new. Bakugou was unfortunately a very pent up person. He always had been. He was constantly focused on more important things like climbing the hero ranks and being the best, which meant certain other needs always fell to the wayside. Combine being that pent up with the fact that Bakugou was very gay and very into hot beefy dudes and being a pro hero meant being around a lot of very hot beefy dudes. Sex dreams had just sort of become a normal part of Bakugou’s life at this point.
What was not normal and what was causing Bakugou much more distress than any past sex dream ever had, was that this dream and several of its predecessors had all starred fucking Kaminari of all people.
Bakugou worried he might be losing it.
It wasn’t that he’d never had a sex dream about a friend or a coworker before. No, Bakugou had absolutely woken up from dreams about being held by Kirishima’s strong arms, or winding up between Iida’s muscular thighs. There had even been a time where Sero had made an appearance, peeling off that ratty old drug rug he loved wearing, just to remind Bakugou that oh yeah, Sero’s kinda ripped. Those dreams didn’t bother Bakugou because at least he could objectively understand the appeal there.
These past few were baffling though, because there was no way. No goddamn fucking way in hell, that Bakugou could ever be attracted to such an irritating prissy little boy toy as Kaminari.
Bakugou did not dislike Kaminari. In fact, although he’d rather take a Detroit Smash to the balls than admit it, Kaminari was one of his closest friends. That being said, he was far far from being anywhere even remotely close to Bakugou’s type.
Bakugou liked a man’s man. Or at least someone who could step up to the challenge that he and his aggressive demeanor posed. He liked the type of guy that push him around and really put him in his place.
Kaminari was not that. He was small, at least compared to most of his fellow heroes, whiny, and absent-minded, and the only time he ever really tried to challenge Bakugou was when he was aiming to get on his nerves. Kaminari was the sort of soft little pretty boy that Bakugou found more annoying than attractive.
And yet here Bakugou was again, wide awake in the wee hours of the night, disgruntled and sporting a raging hard on, all because of fucking Kaminari.
Bakugou was really really starting to worry that he was losing it.
Whatever. Bakugou was not about to let his unfortunate sleeping issues get in the way of his waking life as one of Japan’s hottest, up-and-coming heroes, or at least that’s what he told himself.
A few days later and Bakugou was in his office, sipping from a mug of coffee and reviewing some old police reports when a familiar voiced startled him enough that he burnt the roof of his mouth as he took an inadvertent gulp of the steaming liquid.
“Sup, Boss!” Came Kaminari’s sunny voice.
Bakugou looked up from the reports with a glare, trying to mask the pain of his burning mouth. Instead he looked like he was trying to contain a mouth full of thumbtacks.
“What do you want?” Bakugou asked through gritted teeth. He was looking Kaminari up and down, really scrutinizing him to try and find just what his subconscious mind saw in the bastard.
Kaminari meanwhile recoiled under his gaze. He hadn’t expected to catch Bakugou in such a foul mood. Usually he had to say at least a little more than just two words to get Bakugou this annoyed with him.
“Nothing, I just wanted to say hi on my way to the lobby.”
Bakugou was still eyeing him, disgusted with the nervous look on the other man’s face, the way his shoulders had slumped when Bakugou glowered at him. Looking at him now, Bakugou was sure of it. There was no way Kaminari could ever fuck Bakugou the way he liked. He didn’t have the guts.
“I’m busy,” Bakugou snapped, and Kaminari slunk away muttering a half-hearted apology as he went.
Once the blond was finally out of sight, Bakugou felt a little bad. He didn’t need to be that harsh, but the moment he had seen Kaminari’s face and heard his cheerful voice his stomach had lurched with a horrifying cocktail of embarrassment and flustered anger.
Because the sight of the other man had immediately sent his brain spinning to the last time he’d seen him. Of course not in real life, but in another accursed dream.
This one had also taken place at the office, causing Bakugou to wonder if he possibly had some weird unexplored office kink or something. Kaminari had fucked him in the conference room this time, and he’d done it hard and fast and with his fingers stuffed into Bakugou’s mouth so that no one would hear what a “filthy little slut” Bakugou was. Or at least that’s how Kaminari had phrased it in the dream. Just the mere memory of the scene made Bakugou’s heart hammer.
Bakugou tried very hard to focus back on his reports but he couldn’t. He was contemplating the Kaminari that had just sulked away from his office and comparing it to the one in his dreams who always ravaged the shit out of him while spouting off such lewd phrases that they made Bakugou’s head swim.
The two versions were definitely not the same, which Bakugou was grateful for. If they had been, maybe he would have felt more threatened by the dreams then he already did. He’d be worried that he might actually wanna fuck Kaminari. That was definitely not going to happen though.
Still, Bakugou reasoned that maybe it was best if he avoided Kaminari until the dreams went away, or at least until he learned not to snap at the other man the way he just had.
Avoiding Kaminari was a tricky task however. They worked together, they lived not too far from each other, and they had nearly all of the same mutual friends.
It had probably been pretty fucking obvious that something was wrong, when there had been that one morning where Bakugou had seen Sero and Kirishima yucking it up at the water cooler before patrol. He had considered joining them, but when he spotted Kaminari hidden behind the massive wall of muscle they called Kirishima, Bakugou immediately turned on his heel and headed straight the other way.
Then There had been that day where Bakugou had been mid workout at the gym. He was hefting the weights for his next set onto the machine, only to look up and see Ashido and Kaminari coming in through the locker room entrance, and then just like that Bakugou went from adding weights to subtracting them, before he grunted a very unenthused greeting to his friends and gotten the fuck out of there.
There had also been the afternoon when Bakugou had arrived back from patrol and gone to change in the locker rooms. He was halfway through putting his civilian clothes back on when Kaminari had come in, getting ready for his own patrol shift. Before the other man could utter so much as a hello, Bakugou had burst half naked out of the room and into the office. He had to pull his shirt on as he stalked down the hall, flipping Sero off as the man gave him cheeky wolf whistle at the sight of his friend’s naked chest.
Bakugou was fully aware he was not being subtle about this at all, but when had Bakugou ever been subtle.
Finally when the last Friday the month rolled around and Kirishima and Sero poked their heads’ into Bakugou’s office just as he was wrapping up for the day, Bakugou knew that he could only avoid the other blond for so long.
“You coming tonight?” Kirishima asked, because they had a routine, last Friday of the month, they’d all take off to spend an evening at the bar together. Bakugou knew it was coming and he was dreading it, because there was no way he could bail without everyone in their friend group demanding to know what the fuck his problem was.
“Sparky’s coming, right?” It was a stupid question, but he asked it anyway.
“Duh, dude,” responded Sero, “Why? What’d he do to piss you off this time?” Sero was wearing his usual lazy grin. No doubt he had noticed Bakugou’s weird avoidance of Kaminari lately and found it highly amusing. The bastard found most things involving Bakugou highly amusing.
Bakugou pressed his mouth into a thin line. He wasn’t sure how to answer Sero’s question without revealing his very embarrassing nightly debacle.
“What hasn’t he done, annoying little shit.” Bakugou grunted. Best to keep things vague and hope that everyone just mistook Bakugou’s unnecessary hostility towards the other man as just his usual mild irritation towards everyone.
One of Kirishima’s massive arms landed around Bakugou’s shoulders forcing him to stoop slightly under the weight.
“Come on Bakugou, whatever it is just let it go for the night. It’s bar night!” Said Kirishima, who had long ago decided that there was an unspoken rule stating that regardless of whatever minor squabbles the squad might be facing, they all had to behave during bar night. Kirishima steered Bakugou out of the office as Sero hit the lights on the way out.
“Yeah,” he said from behind them, “I’m sure whatever Kaminari did, you can suck it up for just one night.”
Bakugou wasn’t sure about the validity of that statement, but he didn’t really have much of a choice. He was already trapped in the elevator with the other two men, and they were making their way down into the lobby.
The elevator doors dinged open and sure enough there was Kaminari waiting for them alongside Ashido. Bakugou’s red eyes met Kaminari’s gold and it felt like a punch to the chest.
Bakugou had not mentally prepared for this. Snippets of his past several sex dreams ran rapidly through his mind like the world’s worst movie. Flashes of Kaminari’s tongue on his neck, over his chest, along his hips. Kaminari’s hands roving over his ass, wrapping around his cock. Kaminari whispering things in his ear that shouldn’t be repeated in front of polite company.
Bakugou balled his hands into fists, willing the images to dissipate from his brain. That Kaminari wasn’t real. The one before him was, and the one before him was looking rather sheepish in Bakugou’s presence, almost like a puppy that knew it was going to get scolded.
Bakugou willed himself to greet the final two members of their group. All he could manage was a stiff nod in their direction. Kaminari returned the nod, just as stiffly, and Ashido either didn’t notice the awkward tension or simply didn’t care. Knowing her it was almost definitely the latter.
“Finally we can leave!” She cheered, “This week has been sooo long. I need some booze in my belly and a cutie I can flirt with at the bar.”
“You’re not gonna ditch us to go make out with some rando again are you?” Sero asked, grinning.
“That depends,” she teased back.
“Depends on what?”
“On if the hotties are out tonight. Just know that I can’t make any promises.”
Bakugou slipped to the back of the group as the rest of the idiots continued to banter on the walk over. Eventually Kirishima fell into step beside him and lowered his voice so that only Bakugou could hear.
“Seriously man, I don’t know what’s been up your ass lately but you should just relax tonight.”
“There’s nothing up my ass,” Bakugou griped, glaring at the man beside him.
Kirishima flashed that sharp-toothed smile of his, “Maybe there oughta be. When’s the last time you got laid dude? Is that why you’ve been so bitchy lately?”
“That is none of your fucking business,” Bakugou hissed, “Unlike the rest of you idiots I don’t need to use sex to distract me from how lame I am.”
Kirishima gave out a sharp bark of laughter, “Sure man, all I’m saying is if the hotties are out tonight, maybe you should snag one for yourself. I’m sure it’ll improve your mood at least a little.”
Bakugou was glad that they had reached the bar at that moment because he really wasn’t interested in continuing that conversation.
Getting laid definitely had crossed Bakugou’s mind recently. He had wondered whether a good fuck would cure him of his incessant sex dreams, but picking some extra up at a bar wasn’t really his scene. Bakugou already hated talking to anyone outside his immediate circle of friends, and listening to some stranger ramble on about who cares, just so Bakugou could maybe get his rocks off, sounded so fucking insufferable.
The group occupied their usual booth and Bakugou made sure to take the end as far away from Kaminari as he could get. He fiddled with the draft list as they waited for the waitress to come and grab their order.
They put in their first round, and Bakugou had to physically force himself not to grimace while he watched Kaminari order some fruity candy colored cocktail complete with a little maraschino cherry sticking out the top.
Bakugou honestly hated feeding into negative stereotypes. He hated being that obnoxious masc aligned gay guy that ragged on dudes like Kaminari, but watching the little bastard take his dainty little sips off his stupid little cocktail, Bakugou simply couldn’t fathom how anyone would wanna get their hands on that. Watching it only made him even more disgusted with himself.
Kirishima’s suggestion rattled around in Bakugou’s brain however. Maybe some action would lift his spirits just a little. Bakugou figured he had maybe two more rounds before his friends started hunting for some action of their own, so Bakugou went ahead and actually started searching around the bar, at least it would distract him from Kaminari and his idiotic cocktail.
There were a few decent guys out. Bakugou spotted one or two that he wouldn’t mind taking him to bed, guys that looked like they could really wreck him, powerful dudes that got Bakugou’s blood pumping.
He was eyeing up a guy across the room, appreciating his sharp jaw and the way his t-shirt clung tight to his muscles as he took a swig from his beer, when Bakugou heard a chorus of gasps and hollers from his friends. Bakugou turned to look and saw the glistening red cherry stem sticking out of Kaminari’s mouth. He had twisted the tiny thing into a knot using his tongue and was now showing it off to the delight of his friends.
“Told you guys I could do it,” he said grinning.
“No way!” Cried Ashido, “Can you teach me?”
“I’m not surprised,” smirked Sero, “That’s totally a slut trick you taught yourself to impress dates.”
Kaminari laughed but he didn’t make any attempts to dispute Sero’s claims.
Bakugou had to keep himself from rolling his eyes so hard that they never rolled back, of course Kaminari would know a dumb trick like that.
He glanced back towards the guy across the way. Yep, there was no doubt, he’d much rather get dicked down by that guy than Kaminari. Bakugou continued to keep an eye on him as the night wore on.
A few rounds later, and bar night was taking its usual course. Ashido had stolen a bunch of quarters out of Sero’s pocket, proceeded to run to feed them into the jukebox and then just never returned, which was typical Ashido behavior. They still had visual at least. They could see her across the bar, enthusiastically doing shots with a bunch of strangers. One of them would come to collect her before the end of the night.
Meanwhile the guys were locked in an idiotic discussion that Bakugou was only half paying attention to.
“What do you mean you wanna fuck Fatgum?” Cried Kirishima, incredulous.
Sero knocked back his beer and shrugged, “I wanna fuck Fatgum.”
Kirishima was clutching at his hair, looking obviously distressed by this admission.
“Dude I did my internship with Fatgum! Fatgum’s like my dad.”
Sero was completely undeterred by that statement,“Maybe I wanna fuck your dad.”
“Bro don’t say that to me!” Kirishima wailed. He didn’t want the thought of his best friend and his former mentor bumping uglies to creep into his mind.
“Wait,” piped up Kaminari, “are we talking about fat Fatgum or slim Fatgum?” Sero made a face, to let Kaminari know that he considered that to be a stupid question.
“Does it matter? Dude’s hot. Whether he has some extra cushion for the pushing has nothing to do with it.” Kirishima made an anguished noise at Sero’s words.
“He’s like my dad how can you say that?” He had resorted to pressing his head into the table and burying it under his arms, anything to get out of the current conversation. Sero was unrelenting however.
“Maybe he shoulda been your daddy,” he grinned, waggling his brows. Sero took another swig of his beer before giving another shrug, “I don’t know, I guess I just like that big smile of his.”
Bakugou finally decided to add his two cents to the conversation,“You narcissist, you have the same big stupid fucking smile.”
“Maybe so,” answered Sero, “Whatever though, there’s no way I’m the only one in this bar who’s down to fuck Fatgum. Besides,” he added, directing the attention away from himself, “Kirishima said he’d hook up with Gang Orca, how is that not the weirder choice?”
Kirishima popped his head up from his makeshift hideaway, spluttering something about how he just thought Gang Orca was really manly or whatever. Sero interrupted him.
“How would you kiss him?”
Kirishima spluttered some more, but Sero wasn’t actually looking for an answer as he polished off the last of his beer.
“Kirishima you’re just gonna have to accept it, your adoptive father figure is hot. I’ll prove it to you too.” Sero was already sliding out of the booth, dragging Kirishima along with him.
“Where are we going?” Asked the redhead.
“To prove my point. I bet you someone else in this bar can totally back me up on this. Plus you can’t rag on me for Fatgum when you wanna fuck Gang Orca.”
“I just think he’s a really manly guy!” Insisted Kirishima as Sero dragged him away. The pair continued to argue as they disappeared into the crowded bar.
And then there were two.
It took a second for Bakugou to register this as he was still eyeing up the cutie across the room. Then he heard the squeak of someone sliding across the leather booth seat and felt the shift of weight beside him.
“So you gonna go talk to that dude or just gonna stare at him all night?”
Kaminari’s voice was right next to Bakugou’s ear and he jumped, realizing that he was now alone with the other blond.
Fuck.
“Dude’s got to have noticed by now, but with your resting bitch face he probably thinks you wanna kick his ass or something.”
Bakugou chanced a glance towards Kaminari. He was sipping on another stupid fruity cocktail, this one came with a skewered piece of pineapple. Bakugou was sure the distaste on his face was evident.
“Why the fuck do you care, Drooly?”
Kaminari stirred his drink absent-mindedly, “I mean maybe if you asked nicely I’d agree to be your wingman.”
“I don’t need your help snagging that guy,” Bakugou snapped, definitely harsher than he meant to, but he was put on edge the moment he realized he and Kaminari were finally alone together.
Kaminari sighed, taking a long sip of his drink before pushing it aside.
“Alright, what the fuck did I do?” He asked.
“What?” Bakugou responded stupidly.
“You’re clearly mad at me, dude. You’ve been avoiding me and getting short with me for days now so just tell me what I did and I guess I’ll apologize or whatever.”
Bakugou was at a loss. What was he supposed to say? Kaminari hadn’t done anything, not technically, it was all Bakugou’s horny misguided subconscious, but there was no way for him to fucking explain that without revealing the whole mortifying ordeal.
“You didn’t- I’m not-,” Bakugou hated not knowing what to say. It just made him feel as foolish as he felt, “I just haven’t been sleeping very well lately okay.” That wasn’t actually a lie.
“Sure okay,” Kaminari said as he fiddled with the label on Sero’s abandoned beer bottle. It was so obvious he wasn’t buying it. “Don’t tell me I did something to piss you off in a dream,” he laughed.
Bakugou probably looked like he had just swallowed a live scorpion.
Kaminari’s laughter picked up even more, “Or is it something even dumber like you had a sex dream about me or something.”
Bakugou made the fatal mistake of taking just a second too long to respond. He should have immediately cursed and told Kaminari not to flatter himself but he was too preoccupied with the cold chill that had run down his spine the second Kaminari guessed correctly.
Bakugou opened his mouth ready to protest, but Kaminari was already looking at him, eyes wide in realization.
“Oh shit,” He whispered, and God had Bakugou never known true embarrassment until that moment.
Kaminari’s shocked expression was quickly morphing into bemused delighted.
“Sparky,” Bakugou said in a warning tone, but he was too late. He had already fucked it up royally.
“No fucking way,” said Kaminari. His voice was still thankfully quiet, but giggles were starting to break through. He clapped his hand to his mouth as if that could stop them, “Oh fuck, Bakugou you can not be fucking serious right now.”
“Listen you little shit,” Bakugou started but it was drowned out as the dam finally broke.
Kaminari’s fist landed with a loud thud against the table, the ice in the gang’s empty glasses shaking. He was wheezing into his chest, the laughter pouring out of him endlessly.
Bakugou wanted to melt into the floor. He wouldn’t have minded a meteor hitting the earth just to stop this from happening.
“Dunce Face,” Bakugou said through gritted teeth, “If you don’t stop laughing, I’ll make it so you can never laugh again.”
“Oh shit,” said Kaminari, finally getting his breath back, “That is so fucking funny.” He was wiping away tears from his eyes before he asked, “So was I good in the dream?”
Bakugou wished he could have stopped the blush that crept over his skin at that moment.
“You were awful!” He barked, his voice sounded far too loud and insistent, like he was trying to convince himself more than he was Kaminari.
Kaminari leaned onto the table and smirked at Bakugou, “Oh so I was really good.”
“What the fuck did I just say, Sparky? You were shit!”
“If I was shit, you wouldn’t be getting all blushy and flustered right now,” Kaminari smiled, “Man one little sex dream about me and you couldn’t even look at me for days. I must have really rocked your world Bakubro.”
Bakugou didn’t answer. He was focused on trying to manifest a new quirk that would somehow get him out of this situation.
“Unless,” continued Kaminari, who was actually far too good at reading people when he really wanted to be, “Was there more than one dream? Bakugou have I been dream fucking the shit out of you this whole time?” Just from the tone of his voice it was obvious that Kaminari was on the verge of dissolving into another fit of giggles. Bakugou would rather disintegrate on the spot than look at him.
“It doesn’t matter Dunce Face! It’s not like you could ever fuck me in real life as good as you did in any of those stupid dreams,” Bakugou practically shouted, because through this whole mortifying debacle that was the one thought he’d clung onto to keep his sanity. The dreams didn’t matter because they were just fucking dreams with no actual basis in reality.
Bakugou didn’t notice it right that second, but something about Kaminari’s demeanor changed at those words. There was a new glint to his eye that wasn’t there moments before, almost like he saw Bakugou’s words as a challenge.
“What, you don’t think I’m a decent lay in real life?” Asked Kaminari, his tone conversational, “You know I’ve had tons of practice over the years at least.”
“Just cause you’re a slut, doesn’t mean you know how to satisfy me,” answered Bakugou.
“Why? Is it hard? Are you into like weird shit or something?”
“Because you’re not my type, idiot,” Bakugou spat, he was still pretty mad about having been found out.
Kaminari stirred his cocktail contemplatively before pointing at the hottie across the bar from before, “You mean I’m not like him.”
“Yes,” stated Bakugou, without even thinking, “You’re…” he trailed off his eyes bouncing between Kaminari’s flamboyant cocktail, his lithe little frame, painted nails, ears full of colorful piercings, carefully styled hair and gaudy choker. He wasn’t sure how to say what he wanted to say without sounding mean, “you’re you,” he finished sort of lamely.
“Right, of course,” said Kaminari, not sounding anywhere near as insulted as Bakugou expected him to be, “And you don’t think I could ever fuck you the way that guy could?” Again he gestured to the man on the other end of the bar.
“I know you can’t,” said Bakugou confidently.
“Do you?”
There was something about the tone of Kaminari’s voice that Bakugou wasn’t a fan of. He was still sporting that godforsaken smirk, like he knew some delightful secret that Bakugou didn’t, and his words felt almost condescending.
“You’re not my type,” Bakugou reiterated, “Either get over it or get out of my face.”
“Of course I’m not your type,” Kaminari rolled his eyes, which made Bakugou even more annoyed “That’s why you dream about me fucking you so good it makes you get all huffy and red-faced just at the mere thought of it, right?”
Bakugou swallowed. He didn’t like where this conversation was going. He didn’t like the low cocksure tone of Kaminari’s voice. Bakugou couldn’t remember ever hearing the other man speak in that tone before.
And yet it sounded so painfully familiar. Bakugou cracked his knuckles nervously as he realized it was the same tone Kaminari used in his dreams.
Bakugou was glaring daggers at the other man, reminding himself that Kaminari was the one who hid under the blankets when they watched scary movies. He was the one who whined and fussed until someone drove him to McDonalds. He was the one who had been photographed by the press, falling flat on his face after tripping over a stray sidewalk crack.
Bakugou didn’t feel like he was talking to that very same Kaminari right now.
He furrowed his brows even harder, wishing that Kaminari would stop staring at him with that dumb self-satisfied smirk. He opened his mouth to speak, to tell Kaminari to shut his stupid fucking face, but when he did he found his mouth was dry.
It got even drier when Kaminari reached out his hand and playfully grabbed Bakugou round the chin.
He was tilting Bakugou’s head and forcing him to look him in the eye as he practically purred, “How do you know what sex with me is like if you’ve never had it? You shouldn’t knock it til you try it.”
Bakugou swallowed and he swore the sound was louder than the noise of the bar around him. No way was he rattled though. He gave Kaminari a nasty grimace.
“As if, Sparky,” he hissed, “There’s no way a stupid, pathetic, weakling…” Bakugou’s mouth continued to run, but he really wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying anymore.
He was always a little mean to Kaminari. He was a little mean to everybody, but right now he was feeling especially venomous. He wanted to wipe that smug look off of Kaminari’s face, and so he just let the insults keep rolling, his voice dripping with far more malice than usual.
“…obnxious, pretty boy, little bitch like you could ever give me a fuck worth my time,” Bakugou finally finished.
Kaminari hadn’t moved the whole time. He had sat there taking the berating in silence. He didn’t recoil, or whine, or try to protest like he usually did. He just stayed staring at Bakugou, his gaze intense but far from upset. The bastard actually looked pretty amused.
Kaminari’s hand was still cupped around Bakugou’s chin too, and when he finally moved, it was only to swipe his thumb teasingly over Bakugou’s bottom lip.
Bakugou should have snapped at it. He should have bitten that stupid finger clean off, but the look in Kaminari’s eyes had him frozen to the spot for some stupid reason.
The chatter of the bar surrounding him was pounding into Bakugou’s ears as Kaminari quirked a knowing brow, “Is that really what you think Bakugou? Cause I’m gonna have so much fun proving you wrong.”
It was like falling onto a sword. A mere moment ago Bakugou had been a hundred percent positive that the Kaminari that visited him in his dreams was purely fictional, but now he wasn’t so sure.
In fact a terrifying thought was crossing Bakugou’s mind. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was wrong and the Kaminari of his dreams was real. Not only that, maybe he was real and he was right in-fucking-front of Bakugou at this very second, brushing his fingers over his lips and appraising him with an expression of lust that should have been illegal.
Bakugou felt like a Sim and God was a snot-nosed ten year old kid who had just deleted the pool ladder from his game.
“No way,” said Bakugou, scrambling away from Kaminari’s grasp. His heart was thundering around in his chest like he was a rabbit caught in a trap. “I’m not having sex with you!’ Bakugou asserted even though he was mortified by how high and tight his voice sounded.
Kaminari pouted, and Bakugou actually breathed a sigh of relief. At least that behavior was something he was used to from the other man.
“Why not?” Asked Kaminari, “Aren’t I the man of your dreams?”
Bakugou groaned, secretly grateful that Kaminari’s sultry, confident demeanor was dissolving into something more familiar.
“More like the man of my nightmares,” Bakugou answered.
“Right right right,” said Kaminari, he was back to sipping on his stupid little cocktail, but also sliding his way down the booth so that his thigh was now pressed to Bakugou’s.
Bakugou clenched his teeth. Kaminari’s body was too warm next to him, but he couldn’t slide away. He wasn’t going to give the other blond the satisfaction, plus he was nearly out of booth.
Kaminari leaned towards him so that now their shoulders were brushing as well, and Bakugou could smell the remnants of the sweet syrupy drinks on Kaminari’s breath.
“You want a guy like that, yeah?” Kaminari directed his attention to the man across the bar once more. He spoke low enough that only Bakugou could hear. His lips were nearly pressed to Bakugou’s ear as he continued, “You want someone who can break that cocky demeanor of yours. Someone who’ll knock you down and rearrange your guts a little. You want a guy to shut you up either with his cock down your throat, or by turning you into such a babbling mess that all you can do is beg and whine his name all soft and pretty while he wrecks you. Right?”
“Yeah,” Bakugou forced himself to answer. He had made the mistake of imagining it as Kaminari said it, and now he could feel his blood pumping through his body, pounding in his chest and his dick.
“And a dumb pretty boy twink like me could never reduce you into such a needy drooling little slut, right?”
Every point of contact between him and Kaminari made Bakugou feel like he was on fire. He was still staring in the direction of the hottie across the bar, but his eyes had completely unfocused. He couldn’t concentrate on anything but Kaminari’s words rattling around in his imagination. Bakugou was vaguely aware that Kaminari was expecting him to respond.
“You could never ever satisfy me,” Bakugou said. His tone was even, flat, definitive, but he refused to look at the man beside him.
“Never ever?” Kaminari teased.
“Never ever,” Bakugou repeated.
“You know there’s a pretty easy way to prove me wrong.”
Bakugou still refused to look, but he didn’t need to, to hear the smirk in Kaminari’s voice. Finally he felt the other man sliding away from him, and if his presence had set Bakugou’s skin on fire, then his absence was now sending chills down his spine.
“Anyway I’m gonna go out to the alley for a smoke break,” said Kaminari as he slid out of the booth. Bakugou fixed him with a scowl.
“You don’t smoke,” he said.
Kaminari smiled, tossing him a playful wink, “You’re right I don’t.”
Then just like that he was slipping out the back entrance of the bar. Bakugou chewed on the inside of his cheek as he watched him go. It would have been so easy for things to just end there, but sometimes Bakugou was an idiot.
Bakugou’s eyes flicked around the bar. He had lost visual on the rest of their friends. Good. He didn’t want them seeing this.
He slid out of the other side of the bar booth, his pulse pounding. He was cursing himself before he even got up.
Bakugou insisted to himself that he wasn’t doing this because he wanted to. He wasn’t doing it for fun or to get rid of the throbbing semi he was unfortunately sporting. He was doing this to get Kaminari to shut the fuck up. He was doing this to prove to himself and his stupid subconscious once and for all, he was not attracted to that prissy little bitch.
The night air was cool and the alley was quiet in comparison to the bar. It made Bakugou’s hair stand on end, and the thud of the bar door closing, pounded in his ears.
Kaminari was leaning against the brick wall of the alley, scrolling through his phone and twirling his hair absently around his finger. He didn’t even look up at the sound of the door. He didn’t need to. He was so smug, so sure that Bakugou would follow him outside. Just the mere sight of him made Bakugou spitting mad.
He waited until Kaminari at least had the decency to pocket his phone, and then Bakugou was in his face snarling, “You think you’re real fucking cute huh? Saying that shit to me in the bar just now.”
Kaminari peeled himself off the wall, stepping straight into Bakugou’s challenge.
“Not as cute as you are right now trying to act all tough, and pretending like you still don’t want me.”
Kaminari had nothing on Bakugou size-wise. He was shorter by a good inch or two, and his frame was nothing compared to Bakugou’s. Bakugou may not have been as ripped as some of the other heroes in the business but compared to Kaminari he was fucking jacked. That’s not quite how he felt right now.
Chest to chest with the other blond, his dick throbbing with need, and his vision overtaken by Kaminari’s cocky smile, Bakugou felt foolish and weak in a way that he liked just as much as he hated.
Bakugou suddenly realized he had no fucking plan. Bakugou had wanted to prove Kaminari wrong so badly, but he didn’t know how to do that without doing exactly what Kaminari wanted him to. Kaminari was beaming at him like this was a contest that he had already won. Bakugou was not gonna stand for that.
He dove towards Kaminari, no thoughts just actions. He grabbed the other man’s shoulders with a vice like grip and forced their lips together like a car crash.
It was terrible. Their teeth knocked together, and Kaminari was laughing, and Bakugou felt exhilarated but so goddamn fucking stupid.
Kaminari snaked a hand into Bakugou’s hair. He grabbed a fistful just at the base of his skull and gave a gentle tug, pulling Bakugou away from him. Once his mouth was unoccupied Kaminari let out a chuckle.
“Easy tough guy,” he said and the way that condescending little pet name made Bakugou’s stomach flip. “Let me lead, okay? I’m good at this.”
Bakugou’s face was burning. How could the jackass be this cocky? Where had he found the balls to act like this around Bakugou and why was it such a fucking turn on?
Bakugou allowed himself to be guided by the grip Kaminari still had in his hair. When their lips met again the contact was gentle and teasingly slow. Kaminari’s lips were soft and they smelled and tasted sweet, like a dime store lip balm.
It was nothing like the makeout sessions that Bakugou was used to. The ones with burly dudes that reeked of sweat and musk and had so much rough stubble it rubbed Bakugou’s face raw.
This was more like making out with a flower, just too soft for Bakugou’s taste. He growled low in his throat. He should have been elated that he had been right, but instead he just felt disappointed.
At the sound of Bakugou’s frustration, Kaminari gave a sharp tug to his hair, wrenching the man’s head so that he could nip at his jaw.
“Did you just fucking growl at me?” He asked into Bakugou’s skin, “What are you? Some kind of yappy little dog?”
“You’re too fucking soft,” Bakugou answered, “You kiss like a bitch.” He was palming at Kaminari still trying to pull him into the kind of kiss he actually wanted, rough and relentless. Kaminari grabbed him around the wrists however, and they struggled against one another.
“You’re such a jackass. You’re lucky I put up with you,” said Kaminari
Bakugou bristled, indignant “I’m the one who has to put up with you, Dunce Face!” The end of his sentence was cut off by a sharp cry of pain as Kaminari sank his teeth into Bakugou’s neck. Bakugou stopped trying to grapple for control as Kaminari sucked fervently over the tender flesh. Bakugou hissed at the sensation while Kaminari flipped their positions, pivoting them so he could press Bakugou against the alley wall.
Hard bricked pressed against Bakugou’s back while Kaminari’s hands snaked up to grip his front. His hands were small but dexterous, thumbing teasingly over Bakugou’s nipples as he began administering a new hickey over his throat.
“I was gonna take things easy on you to start, but I didn’t realize you were so eager to be my little bitch,” Kaminari was mumbling into his neck.
Bakugou was a sucker for having his neck kissed, but it wasn’t enough to distract him from Kaminari’s words.
“I don’t need anyone going easy on me Sparky, especially not a little priss like you.”
At his words, Kaminari pushed Bakugou even harder against the wall. With his shirt hiked up slightly he could feel the bricks scratching against his bare back. Kaminari was kissing him again now and there was nothing delicate about it.
Kaminari’s nails were digging into his chest as their tongues slid together. He had pushed his thigh between Bakugou’s legs and Bakugou started grinding onto it eagerly, the friction it provided sending him to cloud nine.
Kaminari pulled away from the kiss, leaving Bakugou’s lips feeling tingly and empty as he panted into the open air, still grinding away.
“You really are a yappy little dog,” said Kaminari, “Look at the way you’ll hump my leg like a bitch in heat.”
Bakugou snarled. Yes he was turned on. No that wasn’t gonna stop him from acting irate over it.
“You bastard. Don’t act like you didn’t put your leg there to get me riled up.”
Kaminari chuckled. His touch had gone from intense to gentle once more, his finger tips ghosting over Bakugou’s skin instead of gripping it like he wanted to break him.
“You even bark like a bitch.”
Bakugou leaned forward, trying to push their mouths back together. He wanted more even though his cheeks were burning with humiliation. The embarrassment honestly made it even hotter. Kaminari’s forceful hand on his chest stopped him, however.
“So are you finally going to admit you’re attracted to me, or is this boner purely coincidental?” Kaminari pushed his thigh into Bakugou’s groin as he spoke.
Bakugou sneered through his blush, “You still haven’t fucked me. I might just be thinking about that guy at the bar. Maybe I should just go inside and ask him to do the job I know you can’t.” He was baiting Kaminari, cause it had worked so spectacularly last time. The moment he had gotten bratty, Kaminari gave him the exact fight he was looking for. Kaminari wasn’t as dumb as most people thought he was though. He wasn’t gonna fall for the same trick twice.
Kaminari stepped back from Bakugou, giving him ample room to make his exit back to the bar, “If that’s what you want then go right ahead. Go have a real man fuck you.” The condescension dripping from his voice made Bakugou’s cock throb.
He didn’t want that rando in the bar anymore. He wanted Kaminari, but he’d rather rip off his dick than admit it. His brain was scrambling for an excuse while he watched Kaminari walk away cooly. The little sway of his hips in those stupid tight pants he always wore made Bakugou’s blood boil with equal parts lust and anger.
Kaminari was nearly at the door to the bar, ready to slip away, “Have fun with your man,” he teased, “I guess I’ll see you in your dreams.”
“Wait,” Bakugou grabbed Kaminari around the wrist before he could disappear, “You better finish what you started you pussy.” The insult sounded so lame when Bakugou could feel how flushed he was.
It wasn’t a total admittance of defeat, but it was good enough for Kaminari. He wrapped his hands around Bakugou’s ass and pulled the other blond close.
“You wanna go to my place or yours?”
Oh shit. This was really happening.
Bakugou thought about it. He couldn’t imagine waking up in Kaminari’s small filthy apartment. He couldn’t imagine taking Kaminari back to his either. The thought just made things suddenly way too real. They were really gonna do this. Bakugou was gonna have sex with Kaminari.
“Too far,” Bakugou finally blurted, and he meant it. Bakugou was worried he’d lose his nerve on the way, and he didn’t want that to happen. He needed to get off.
Kaminari let out a small chuckle, he had noticed Bakugou’s subtle shift from needy to hesitant, “Then where do you want it? The alley? The bar bathroom?” Bakugou grimaced at those suggestions and Kaminari tried again, “Where do we fuck in your dreams?”
Snatches of scenes between the two of them flitted through Bakugou’s mind and he named the first location he recognized.
“The office.”
Kaminari’s eyebrows rose before his face split into a maddening grin, “Oh Bakugou you little slut.” Even as he spoke, Kaminari was pulling Bakugou out of the alley and towards the direction of the office. Bakugou followed him blindly, his thoughts racing.
His stupid sex dreams were actually going to come true tonight. He felt exhilarated, and embarrassed, and so fucking horny he couldn’t stand it.
When they got to the front lobby of the building, Kaminari would not stop eagerly pressing the elevator button until the damn thing came. The sound of it clicking rapidly drove Bakugou nuts.
The doors opened onto their office floor and Bakugou stumbled as Kaminari yanked him over the threshold. His heart was pounding. What were they supposed to do now that they were here?
“This was a stupid idea,” Bakugou grumbled, “The fuck are we supposed to do it at the office?”
“This was your idea remember,” Kaminari purred as he lead Bakugou down the hall, “You didn’t wanna do it in a bed. You wanted me to bend you over a desk like in a cheap porno.”
“That’s not what I said back there,” Bakugou argued. He was quickly realizing that doing it at his place of work felt so much dirtier than doing it at one of their apartments.
“Whatever,” muttered Kaminari. They had stopped near the water cooler so that Kaminari could press a line of sloppy kisses over Bakugou’s neck. In between kisses he spoke, “If we’re gonna do it at the office, it’s obvious we have to do it on someone’s desk.”
“We’re not doing it on my desk,” Bakugou answered. Yes that’s how it had been in several of his dreams, but Bakugou liked his office and he didn’t want the memory of Kaminari fucking him, changing his opinion of it in any way.
“Well we can’t do it on mine. Mine’s too small,” Kaminari countered.
“Yeah a little desk for a little bitch,” Bakugou quipped and he was rewarded with a sharp nip to his collar bone.
“We should do it on the desk of the person that would be the most annoyed if they knew what happened,” offered Kaminari. There was a pause in which they both contemplated who that might be.
“Sero,” they both concluded in unison.
“You head there. I gotta grab something,” Kaminari said, he pulled himself away, giving Bakugou a playful slap on the ass before he ran off.
The moment Bakugou was alone he noticed the cold sweat coating his body and the nervous emptiness of his stomach. His dreams never included the weird anticipatory moments before sex.
Sero’s office was at the end of the hall. Bakugou flicked on the lights and then promptly shut them back off. The fluorescent overhead lighting was far from sexy, and there was enough light from the windows and the nearby city to keep them from stumbling around in the dark.
Sero’s office was thankfully pretty clean. The worst was maybe the slew of half alive plants he kept on the edge of his desk. Bakugou carefully placed them onto one of the chairs in the corner. He wasn’t exactly sure what he and Kaminari were gonna do in this room, but Sero would probably notice and be upset if they fucked up his plants.
Bakugou eventually settled himself in Sero’s desk chair and sat waiting for Kaminari to return. He gently palmed at his cock through his pants, not wanting to lose the rush of lust he’d felt back in the alley. He was replaying the scene in his mind and thinking about the other blond.
Bakugou liked submitting in the bedroom, but he always chose partners that were easy to submit to. Guys that were big and strong and tough. Kaminari was none of those things but he still had made Bakugou feel so small and needy back in the alley. It had his pride and his lust roiling wildly inside him. He loved it and hated it and hated that he loved it and fucking loved hating it.
Bakugou was staring at the skyline outside of the office when Kaminari’s voice broke through the silence.
“Mr. Bakugou,” he said, in the formal voice he reserved only for serious agency clients and business deals, “I’m so glad you agreed to meet with me.”
“What are you doing?” Bakugou asked, already annoyed.
“Now if my reports are correct I believe you have some accounts that need managing. Is that right?” Kaminari strode into the room and settled on the opposite side of the desk, resting his hands on the surface while he appraised Bakugou.
“Dunce Face, cut the shit. You’re not funny.”
“Excuse me is that any way to talk to your superior? I’m gonna have to write you up for that, unless of course you can think of a way to make it up to me,” Kaminari responded, grinning madly.
“First of all, I sign your paychecks. Second of all, roleplaying is stupid so stop it or I’m out of here.”
Kaminari giggled leaning further over the desk, “Why are you so adverse to fun?” He teased, lightly tapping Bakugou on the tip of the nose.
Bakugou made a fantastically disgruntled noise at the contact, “The more you run your dumb mouth the softer I get. I thought we were gonna fuck.”
Kaminari shook his head like he was dealing with an unruly child, “So impatient.” He took a quick inventory of the small room, like he was calculating just how they were going to do this. His eyes fell on the chair housing all of Sero’s plants, and he smiled.
“I see you cleared off the desk for us, so why don’t you hop on up there baby boy?”
Bakugou’s glare softened into a challenging smirk, “Why should I?” He asked.
Kaminari circled round the desk. He planted his hands firmly onto Bakugou’s thighs, leaning forward and pressing his weight down so that they were eye to eye.
“You don’t wanna behave for me, sweetheart?” Kaminari asked, his smile matching Bakugou’s.
Bakugou bared his teeth in a manic grin. He loved being a brat, and now that he knew that Kaminari actually had some bite hidden under that soft exterior of his, he was determined to make the most of it.
“You’re lucky I’m even letting you get your hands on me. If you want me to behave then you’ll have to make me, Dunce Face.”
“Oh I’d love to,” said Kaminari as he slid his way right into Bakugou’s lap. He perched himself perfectly so that the growing bulge in his pants was pressing right up against Bakugou’s own. Kaminari cupped Bakugou’s face and pulled it forward as he pressed himself flush against the other man. He writhed rhythmically, grinding himself down onto Bakugou as their tongues slid together.
Bakugou let out a groan. God did the friction feel good. His hands were wrapped around Kaminari’s hips and they squeezed eagerly with a bruising grip. He was rocking up into the other man while also trying to pull him closer. His fingers slipped under Kaminari’s shirt and his nails dug desperately into the tender exposed flesh.
All too soon Kaminari was pulling himself away. He slipped his way out of Bakugou’s reach and stood looming over him with a hungry expression.
“Get back here,” Bakugou growled. He pushed forward in the chair, trying to wheel his way back to the other man. Kaminari caught the chair with his foot however.
“Not until you lose some of those clothes,” he said, “Ditch the shirt.”
Bakugou tossed it aside without a thought before he stood and crowded Kaminari back against the desk. He wanted to feel the other man’s lips on his throat again. He wanted to continue grinding against each other.
Kaminari smiled as Bakugou’s mouth came at him. The man’s eagerness was adorable. He took advantage of Bakugou’s now naked torso, roving his hands freely over his muscles. Kaminari felt his way down Bakugou’s sculpted back, then traced his fingers over the contours of his abs, and finally came to a stop cupped around his pecs.
Kaminari’s fingers teased over his nipples and Bakugou’s cock twitched. He ducked his head and carefully mouthed over Bakugou’s nipple. When Kaminari tugged at the tender spot with his teeth Bakugou had to concentrate to keep his knees from buckling. Kaminari smiled into his chest, kneading the flesh enthusiastically.
“Man you’ve got such amazing tits,” he breathed.
“Tits?” Bakugou hissed out. He was grinding his teeth to keep from making too much noise as Kaminari worked him over. He really hated having such a sensitive chest sometimes.
“You heard me,” answered Kaminari, making eye contact with him as his tongue circled his nipple. He sucked over the nub until Bakugou started to squirm, then he dislodged himself and kneaded Bakugou’s chest as he spoke.
“You call these pecs, Blasty? Nah they’re far too big and sensitive, and I bet they bounce around when you get fucked.” Bakugou was blushing at his words. “You’ve got yourself a pair of nice juicy titties, my friend.”
Bakugou could not fathom why those words were such a turn on to him.
Kaminari continued squeezing his chest and thumbing over his nipples. He kept squeezing the two pecs together, his expression contemplative.
“Bet I could totally titty fuck you,” he mused.
“Not on your fucking life,” Bakugou spat, even though the humiliating thought was already going straight to his dick. Kaminari smirked and leaned close enough, so that Bakugou had to really strain his neck if he wanted to look anywhere but at the other blond.
“Maybe I’m not asking if I can tit fuck you, maybe I’m telling you that I’m gonna slide my cock between your tits while you play with your nipples and then I’m gonna make you lap up the mess like a good slut.”
Bakugou flushed a fantastic shade of red. He tried to utter some sort of irate threat, but he was unfortunately tripping over his words, preoccupied with the thought of Kaminari’s weight on top of him, his cock thrusting into his face while Bakugou squeezed his pecs together solely for the other man’s pleasure. Bakugou definitely said something in response but it was completely garbled. The only words that came out clear were “fuck” and “shit”.
Kaminari laughed and miraculously Bakuogu somehow blushed even darker.
“From that reaction, seems like you might actually want that.”
He didn’t. Not really. Tit fucking sounded stupid and probably was even dumber in practice than it sounded in theory, but the humiliation, that cocky tone, goddamn were they really doing it for him.
“Where the fuck did you learn to say shit like that?”
“That’s how I am in your dreams, right?” Kaminari grinned. Damn him for being so quick to catch on, “I guess that figures.”
“What?” Spat Bakugou, once he had regained his composure a little the word came out a bit sharper than he intended.
“It’s just you’re so aggressive and in control all the time,” Kaminari paused, lips tugging into a delighted smile, “but I had a feeling there was no way you’re like that all the time."
Bakugou swallowed audibly, because everything Kaminari was saying was very true and he really fucking hated when Kaminari was right.
“It’s so funny that back at the bar, you were so insistent this wouldn’t work out,” he continued. He had leaned back against the desk, giving Bakugou some room to breath. Kaminari’s tone was casual as he absently studied his colorfully lacquered nails, “Cause like yeah, you’ve always been super hot but I never really thought about you much beyond that,” he chose that moment to look Bakugou in the eye, his gaze piercing, “Not until I saw how cute you get when you’re all flushed and nervous.”
It was like a serpent eating its tail. The more Bakugou got turned on by Kaminari the more embarrassed he felt, and the more embarrassed he felt the more he got turned on. He was getting screwed from all sides.
Kaminari was still talking, “You can a be real piece of work sometimes Kaachan, really pretty grating on the nerves actually. But the thought of you as a needy little mess, is just too good.”
Bakugou’s heart was hammering in his chest.This was amazing, but at the same time he hated that Kaminari could speak to him like this and the words would just go straight to his fucking cock.
“The fuck are you talking about,” Bakugou said. He just was not used to letting Kaminari have the upper hand like this. His voice came out a little shakier than he intended, “You’re the one who grates on my nerves. I’m the one who has to put up with you.”
Kaminari wasn’t deterred in the slightest. He cupped Bakugou’s cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from it and admiring the way Bakugou’s glare was laced with a nervous glint.
“God, you’re so adorable like this,” Kaminari sighed before he shoved Bakugou forcefully back into the rolling chair.
The chair rattled as Bakugou fell into it. Then next thing he knew Kaminari was tearing away at the front of his pants, tugging them down his hips and his legs once Bakugou finally lifted his ass. He had pulled down Bakugou’s underwear along with them, and Bakugou was sitting butt-ass naked now, on Sero’s desk chair with his hardened, leaking cock on display.
“So pretty,” Kaminari mused, admiring him for a second before he licked a long slow stripe up Bakugou’s length.
Bakugou shuddered at the wet heat. After that Kaminari proceeded to mouth at him, planting his lips everywhere but the obvious. Bakugou gripped the armrests of the chair tightly as Kaminari sucked hickies onto his inner thighs, tongued at his balls, and nipped over where his stomach met his groin.
“Goddamn it,” Bakugou hissed. His eyes were shut tight and when he opened them he saw Kaminari hovering just above his shaft looking wicked and bemused. His lips were so close to Bakugou’s head that he could feel Kaminari’s hot breath ghosting over his cock. His hips twitched in the direction of the warmth. Kaminari ran his thumb lightly over Bakugou’s base while he continued to lick and kiss around the juncture of his thighs.
Bakugou couldn’t take it anymore, “Jesus Christ, Sparky! Don’t tease.”
Kaminari smiled at him, his lips pressing into his skin as he spoke, “Sparky isn’t my name.”
Bakugou let out a soft groan, “Kaminari,” he corrected quickly, “Kaminari, come on.”
The other blond still didn’t take him into his mouth, “Close. I’ll give you one more try.”
“Denki please,” Bakugou gasped, squirming to be touched properly.
“Well since you asked so sweetly.” Bakugou closed his eyes again. His heart leapt as he waited for the feeling of Kaminari’s hot mouth around him.
It didn’t come.
Instead Kaminari was placing Bakugou’s legs up onto his shoulders, folding him so that Bakugou’s ass was on obvious display. Kaminari pulled Bakugou’s cheeks apart and slid his tongue along the space in between.
“Oh you bastard!” Bakugou moaned, but he wasn’t really mad, not when Kaminari’s tongue felt amazing pressing against his hole. Bakugou’s legs twitched atop the other man’s shoulders. It had been quite a while since a guy had eaten him out.
He felt slightly ridiculous the way he was stuffed and folded on the chair so that Kaminari had access to his entrance. He stifled a soft whimper as Kaminari’s tongue breached the tight ring of muscle. For a few moments Bakugou was tongue-fucked open while Kaminari pushed his legs even higher. He eventually wrenched Bakugou’s hands from their death grip on the chair and forced him to hold the back of his knees up and out of the way while he continued his work. The position made Bakugou feel like a whore, keeping himself spread open for Kaminari.
Bakugou gasped when Kaminari switched up his ministrations and began sucking fervently over his hole.
“You bitch. You fucking bastard. You goddamn fucking bitch bastard. Fuck.” Bakugou was muttering breathy curses uncontrollably, and they only helped to spur Kaminari on as he worked. He alternated between lapping slow broad strokes and sucking intensely over the entrance, not letting up until he heard Bakugou’s breath hitch.
Kaminari had never been a large or imposing man. Even with Kaminari’s impressive quirk Bakugou was always the stronger one. Bakugou could have beaten him into the ground easily, but right now he was completely at Kaminari’s mercy.
Kaminari broke the suction with a wet pop. He traced a finger around Bakugou’s spit soaked hole and just admired his work for a moment. Bakugou looked wrecked already. Sweating and red-faced, and still holding himself open.
“Get on the desk,” Kaminari ordered. Bakugou vaguely registered that it was the first time he had ever heard Kaminari really give an order, and he complied without any protests.
He hopped up onto the desk, his hole twitching from the onslaught it had just endured. Kaminari carefully helped to position him just how he wanted him. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny bottle of something.
Bakugou’s brain was still a little foggy with lust, but he concentrated until he recognized the shape of the bottle. Lube. Where the fuck had Kaminari gotten lube?
“Did you just have that on you?”
Before Kaminari could answer Bakugou remembered him running off to grab something earlier and he put two and two together.
“Do you keep lube at the office you fucking whore?”
Kaminari laughed, loud and unabashed.
“Sometimes I have a date after work and I don’t have time to run home. You never know how things are gonna go so it pays to be prepared,” he explained. Bakugou still frowned at him as Kaminari started lubing up his fingers.
“You really have no fucking shame you stupid spark plug,” Bakugou was muttering, his lust-induced daze apparently had lifted.
Kaminari snorted as he came closer, leaning over Bakugou who was perched at the edge of the desk, “I told you it pays to be prepared. Or were you hoping I’d go in dry?”
Bakugou’s eyes were sharp but there was a playful smirk tugging just at the corner of his lips, “I just can’t believe what slut you are.”
“Says the guy who’s about to get prepped to take my dick in an office that isn’t his.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes just to be annoying, his brattiness was back full force “How much prep do I even need? Your dick is probably just as small and weak as you are.”
The end of his sentence was followed by a sharp gasp as Kaminari’s fingers slid into him unannounced. The rim job from earlier had loosened him up some but it was still quite a shock when two slender fingers were suddenly prodding at his insides.
Bakugou’s jaw went slack as they massaged his walls, and Kaminari watched with a satisfied grin.
“Kaachan baby, you’re so insufferable but it’s so worth shutting you up.”
Bakugou dropped his head down so he didn’t have to look at Kaminari. All he could muster in response was a groan as the two fingers scissored inside him. It wasn’t long before a third was added into the mix.
Bakugou’s walls were clenching around Kaminari’s fingers and he still refused to lift his head. He just kept cursing and grunting into his chest. Kaminari was not going to stand for that.
He brought a gentle finger up under Bakugou’s chin, trying to tilt it up. Bakugou pulled away however. Kaminari let out a disappointed breath. He dropped his finger to swirl absently over Bakugou’s chest as he spoke in a sweet soft voice.
“Sweetheart, baby, I wanna see your pretty flushed face while I work you open. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
When Bakugou didn’t respond he continued, “If you don’t look at me then you’re not getting my cock. I’ll just keep fingering you until you’re a sobbing mess.”
He brought his hand back up, this time threading it into Bakugou’s hair and gently tugging until the man lifted his head with a glower.
His face was so flushed it was adorable, and there was no other way to describe the shallow breaths he was taking, Bakugou was panting as he clenched around Kaminari’s fingers.
“Give me your cock,” he growled. He was trying to sound tough but juxtaposed next to his face, his tone just sounded needy, “Come on already Dunce Face, give it to me.”
Kaminari continued pressing his fingers against his walls, batting his eyelashes as he looked around the room absently like he hadn’t heard Bakugou’s request.
“Denki please,” Bakugou corrected himself through gritted teeth, “Fuck me you tease.”
Kaminari pulled his fingers out and Bakugou shuddered at the empty feeling that gave him.
Kaminari was unbuckling his jeans and Bakugou watched, unable to mask the excited glint in his eyes, as Kaminari’s cock sprang free from its confines.
Kaminari fished a condom out from his pocket, another something which he had grabbed before meeting Bakugou in Sero’s office, and rolled it down over his length. He gripped Bakugou’s thighs and began to position himself. Bakugou however closed his legs.
“Hold the fuck up. How is it that I’m sitting here with my bare ass on the desk and you’re still fully fucking clothed.”
Kaminari snickered trying to coax Bakugou’s legs back open, “I guess my little slut was just so eager to get undressed for me.”
“Shut up,” Bakugou griped, “at least give me something to look at while you fuck me.” He tugged at the bottom of Kaminari’s shirt, indicating that he wanted it gone.
Kaminari complied. He slid the shirt off and tossed it into the same corner that Bakugou had discarded his. Meanwhile Bakugou stared flush-faced at the newly naked torso in front of him.
He had seen Kaminari shirtless before, during their adolescence and in passing in the agency locker rooms, but he had never really taken a good look.
Kaminari was skinny, but he was hiding more muscle than you’d expect under his clothes. His skin was smooth and slightly tanned with barely any hair stretching above his waist. He had a graceful neckline and a line of trim abominable muscles that drew the eye perfectly down into the well defined V that lead into his groin. Bakugou knew there was a slang term for that area but he’d rather die than use it.
It was cum gutters. Kaminari had really nice cum gutters.
The entire view was nice, but there were three spots in particular that Bakugou’s eyes kept bouncing between. Three flickers of silver that glinted in the dim light. Two nips and a stomach, flashing tauntingly in Bakugou’s face. Kaminari had his nipples and belly button pierced and it looked divinely slutty and aggravatingly dumb and stupidly sexy all at once. Bakugou could not get over it. This was the guy who was about to rail him.
Kaminari was watching him stare and he gave a smile that flashed almost as brightly as his piercings.
“See something you like?”
Bakugou couldn’t answer, not like he wanted to. His mouth had gone totally dry.
When he found his voice again it came out like a croak and all he could manage was a very lust-laden, “Fuck.”
It sounded like music to Kaminari’s ears.
He positioned himself back between Bakugou’s legs and began sliding himself in inch by inch.
Kaminari took his time bottoming out, savoring the low groan Bakugou gave as he sank inside. When his hips were finally flush against Bakugou’s ass, Bakugou rolled his head back and banged his fist against the desk.
“Goddamn,” he hissed. The fullness felt amazing and he clenched involuntarily around Kaminari. Meanwhile Kaminari was enjoying himself just as much, sliding his hands hungrily over Bakugou’s thighs and sighing at the warmth now encasing his length.
They stayed like that for a few moments before Bakugou snapped his head back up and glared directly at Kaminari.
“Fuck me,” he demanded. Kaminari tickled his nails over his thighs in nonsensical patterns, but otherwise didn’t move. “Come on, I said fuck me,” Bakugou reiterated.
Even though his voice was rough, he looked sweet and desperate the way he was splayed out, chest heaving and hand gripping desperately at the edge of the desk. Kaminari loved seeing Bakugou this way. He loved seeing what was usually a big bad beast of a man reduced to this.
“Not yet,” said Kaminari, his voice breathy and playful, “I wanna just enjoy this a little longer.” He gave Bakugou’s legs an affectionate squeeze, “God you’re so tight Katsuki. I wanna just enjoy being inside your cute little ass for a moment longer.”
Bakugou’s cheeks flushed just a little darker at the use of his given name. He turned away because there was no way he’d be able to say what he wanted to say if he had to look at Kaminari.
“You better start fucking me soon you idiot, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last.”
Kaminari’s eyebrows rose in both surprise and delight. He hadn’t expected Bakugou to make such an admission. He leaned forward so he could press his bare chest into Bakugou’s. The feel of warm skin against skin was amazing.
“So you are just as needy as you look,” Kaminari teased. He mouthed over Bakugou’s neck, gently rocking his hips for the first time and pulling a low satisfied moan from Bakugou. “Well if my baby needs it that bad, then he can have it.”
“You’re damn right,” Bakugou answered trying to sound in control still, even though he was aching for it. He wrapped his legs around Kaminari as the other blond started rocking into him with more vigor.
Kaminari let his pace build gradually. He wanted to watch Bakugou’s desperation escalate. Eventually he shifted their position slightly, hooking his hands under Bakugou’s knees and lifting him up just slightly, with a level of strength that Bakugou didn’t know he possessed.
Kaminari looked damn good, hoisting him up like that, the way his muscles flexed slightly as he angled Bakugou’s ass higher. The position was perfect as Kaminari finally brushed up against that magic spot inside of him.
The moment he hit the bundle of nerves, Bakugou whimpered, a sound he never expected to make in front of Kaminari. Bakugou shoved his fist in his mouth, because there was no way he was doing that again, but Kaminari had caught that initial involuntary little sound and he really wanted to hear it some more.
Kaminari matched the angle he’d achieved before and thrust in with renewed force. The resulting pleasure had Bakugou seeing stars.
“Oh you like that?” Kaminari said. He chose to keep his pace steady but the strength behind his thrusts was building now. Bakugou didn’t answer but he was screwing his eyes shut and biting his lip to keep from crying out.
“Yeah I thought you might,” Kaminari continued, interpreting Bakugou’s expression to be an obvious yes.
Kaminari’s muscles we starting to tire a bit, so he maneuvered Bakugou onto his side, one leg hoisted and bent towards his chest. It was tricky, but Kaminari managed to find his target once again, and he reveled in the sight of Bakugou writhing with pleasure as he drilled into his prostate.
Bakugou was nearly scratching at the desk and grunting just to keep himself from making some other higher, more pathetic sound. He kept his head down and away from the man who was railing him, until Kaminari reached out and gripped his chin, forcing him to stare directly into his dastardly honey-colored eyes.
“That’s it baby,” Kaminari cooed softly, “Look at me while I fuck you.”
Bakugou didn’t have the energy to fight against the gesture. He was too preoccupied by the sensation pooling in his gut.
Every thrust from Kaminari was right on the money, pace steady and force brutal. Bakugou was not going to last much longer, and he was very excited by that.
Bakugou hadn’t jerked off in weeks. He had been too afraid of cumming over the thought of Kaminari, too irked by his incessant sex dreams to even think about touching his dick. He was way past that now though, as Kaminari had proved that he absolutely could rock Bakugou’s world, and he was about to make him cum harder than he ever could have dreamed.
Bakugou’s muscles were twitching, his toes curling. He was right on the brink and he could tell it was gonna be so fucking good. After all this time, Bakugou was really getting his shit rocked and he knew his orgasm was about to take him straight to heaven.
Kaminari knew it too. He could see it written so plainly all over the other man’s face, in the way his body was tensing. Bakugou was teetering, about to tip over.
And then.
Nothing.
It was like reaching the top of the roller coaster and never dropping.
Something racked through Bakugou’s body but it wasn’t an orgasm, or at least not the one he’d been anticipating. Seconds before it came Kaminari had stopped. No movement. No stimulation.
Just nothing.
Bakugou twitched and cried out, a high humiliating sound. A tiny pitiful bit of cum, dribbled sadly from the tip of his cock. He had finished, but he hadn’t really finished, and Kaminari was grinning at him sadistically, standing above him and still filling his stretched hole.
In all the years he had known the other blond, Bakugou didn’t think he had ever been more furious with Kaminari.
“What the fuck did you just do to me you bastard?”
His voice came out more desperate than angry and he felt awash with shame over the sound of it.
Kaminari leaned over him so that there was nowhere to look other than his absolutely awful self-satisfied smirk. His tone, low and sickeningly smooth, was starkly different than Bakugou’s.
“Remember back at the bar, when you said I couldn’t fuck you worth your time?” He nearly giggled, “Well, I guess you were right, Blasty.”
In that moment Bakugou actually might have hated him.
He could feel rage and humiliation barreling through his body, heating up his blood, burning through his skin, and pooling in his stomach the same way his ruined orgasm had. How dare Kaminari do this to him.
Even though Bakugou had came his cock was still standing at full attention, and Kaminari tapped it playfully the same way he had booped Bakugou’s nose earlier. He smiled at the way the aching cock bobbed over Bakugou’s stomach.
Bakugou glared, wishing his gaze could pierce straight through Kaminari’s skull.
“You fucking…” Bakugou’s voice was dripping with disgust but he couldn’t find the words to properly voice his indignation over having his perfect orgasm snatched and spoiled so tremendously.
He grabbed Kaminari by his hair, pulling until he heard the other man let out a sharp yelp.
“Fuck me!” He demanded, as if Kaminari wasn’t already still inside him, “Fuck me you bastard. Fuck me until I cum. This time for real.”
Even with Bakugou nearly ripping out a fistful of his hair Kaminari looked so unfairly smug. He actually rolled his eyes, prompting Bakugou to voice a furious snarl.
“After the huge fuss you put up trying to pretend you didn’t want me,” Kaminari said, “and now you’re here begging for me? Oh Bakugou you’re such an embarrassing little slut.”
“I’m not begging!” Bakugou snapped, “I’m ordering you to fuck me, you bitch!”
Bakugou spat in his face. He didn’t know what else to do. His whole body was burning with anger and embarrassment. He felt like he was about to be enveloped in one of his own explosions.
Kaminari winced as the spit hit his face, but he didn’t loose his composure, which drove Bakugou even more berserk.
Kaminari brought his hand up and wiped away the spit on his face. He looked at the way it coated his fingers, expression ambivalent like he was merely checking his nails. Then he locked eyes with Bakugou as he placed the spit-soaked fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean.
Bakugou watched, his breath heavy, his anger and lust stewing. Kaminari was still smiling faintly around the fingers in his mouth.
“Kay, now your turn,” Kaminari said, after sliding the slick fingers out from between his lips. They glistened with a wet sheen in the dim light of the room, before he pressed them to Bakugou’s lips. Bakugou immediately snarled and recoiled away from their damp touch. Kaminari smiled tauntingly.
“That’s fine. I guess you don’t want me to really fuck you then.”
Goddamn him.
There wasn’t much Bakugou could do. He had already tried fighting and this was his punishment for it. He didn’t think his skin had ever been so flushed and his cock was practically pulsing with need. He could hear his blood pounding in his ears, and feel it pumping down to his groin. He needed to get off. He needed it more than anything else in the world.
Bakugou let his lips fall open, shame hitting him like a speeding train.
Kaminari looked so wicked and handsome, his bastard smile glinting in the dark office. He looked nothing like the pathetic weakling Bakugou had seen him as before.
He slipped the saliva coated fingers into Bakugou’s mouth.
“That’s it tough guy, open up,” he whispered breathlessly. He pushed down onto Bakugou’s tongue until the other man obediently began to suck.
Bakugou’s eyes fluttered shut. He felt too needy, too furious, too humiliated to keep them open. He just concentrated on the weight of the fingers in his mouth, praying for Kaminari to start drilling into his prostate again.
A hand wrapped loosely around his aching, still hard cock, and not even the fingers in his mouth could stifle Bakugou’s whimper. He felt more sensitive than he ever had, that simple feather light touch taking him close to the edge again.
The hand began pumping slowly, gliding thanks to the cum from Bakugou’s previous release. Bakugou bucked up into the touch, just as his hole clenched around Kaminari. He was gripping the edges of the desk beneath him with a white knuckle grip.
“Jesus Katsuki,” Kaminari purred, “Do you know how sexy you are when you squirm and squeal for me?”
Another whimper escaped Bakugou’s throat, this one higher and more pathetic than the last. He didn’t care. He just wanted to cum so fucking bad.
Kaminari rocked into him, brushing teasingly against the spot Bakugou wanted him to hit. He did it a few more times, driving Bakugou insane with how fucking close he was, but purposefully not pounding into him the way he had before.
Bakugou felt like he was losing his mind. The hand on his cock, the fullness in his ass, it felt so good, annoyingly good, but he knew it wasn’t enough to take him to where he needed to go. He was writhing on the desk, mewling around Kaminari’s fingers like a pathetic mess. He needed more.
Kaminari pulled the fingers from Bakugou’s lips, letting Bakugou’s shrill whines echo through the room, as he kept teasing him with those slow shallow thrusts.
“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” the mock concern in his voice was sickening. It would have made Bakugou want to throttle him, but he wasn’t focused on anything other than getting off right now.
“Denki,” Bakugou gasped, “Denki, please fuck me. I need it. Please fuck me.”
“Like this?” Kaminari asked, finally pushing inside with the same force as before.
Pleasure shot through Bakugou’s spine, making his head spin and his thighs twitch, “Yes!” He cried, gritting his teeth from the absurd pleasure.
Kaminari thrust in again, fast and forceful, sending Bakugou straight to heaven once more. He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter and let his head roll back in ecstasy.
Kaminari’s voice came floating to his ears, “See what happens when you ask for things nicely?”
Bakugou hummed a response, eagerly agreeing just so he could continue to get pounded.
Kaminari set up a more brutal pace than before, pumping Bakugou’s cock in time with his thrusts. The unrelenting rhythm was everything, taking Bakugou rapidly back up to his peak once more. His chest was light and hopeful, praying that this time it would hit him for real. His muscles were twitching. He was moaning completely openly now, nearly sobbing and too focused on finishing to care about anything else.
It hit him suddenly with a full body spasm, bringing him arching up off the desk with a strangled whine.
Kaminari finished as well, the sight of Bakugou beneath him bucking and begging for him, was just too sweet not to send him over the edge.
They could feel each other’s orgasms. Their muscles twitching in tandem, Bakugou clenching around Kaminari as his cocked throbbed inside of him.
Bakugou’s cum splattered hotly over both of their chests, and the world swam around them for a moment, everything bizarrely still and quiet save for the sounds of their labored breathing.
Kaminari removed himself slowly, tying off the condom and tossing it into the nearby trashcan. Bakugou shuddered at the emptiness, the lack of a warm body pressed up against him. He fell onto his side, his eyes still shut tight, his body still coming back down from that incredible high.
When he finally found the strength to sit up, his head swam. He felt weak and shaky and a second wave of hot humiliation and excitement washed over him when he looked toward the man who had just caused him to feel so good.
Kaminari was fumbling with a wad of tissues, trying to wipe away the cum from his chest. He looked unremarkable in the dim light, slim and unassuming. There was no way Bakugou could have guessed what he was really capable of.
Bakugou sluggishly got up to grab his own wad of tissues from the box on the corner table. His legs felt like jello and when he turned, his face grew hot at the sight of a sweat print imbedded onto the desk in the shape of his ass.
He threw the tissue box Kaminari’s way, “Make sure we didn’t get any jizz on Tape Face’s desk.”
Kaminari erupted with a high lilting laugh, “That would be fucking hilarious.”
“Not if we don’t clean it up,” Bakugou answered, “There’s no way I’m explaining what happened here to that idiot.”
He didn’t know why his ears were burning so fiercely at the thought of their friends learning what Kaminari had just done to him on the desk. He and his friends had never been particularly shy about talking about sex in the past, but Bakugou couldn’t imagine ever disclosing what had just happened.
He busied himself with redressing as Kaminari did as he was requested, wiping down the desk and repositioning the collection of plants. When he was finished, Kaminari did the same, buckling his jeans and pulling his shirt back over his head.
“Hey Bakugou,” he said, his head popping over the collar of his shirt.
Bakugou didn’t answer, just looked up from where he was tugging on his pants.
Kaminari gave his hair a light and playful toss, letting the strands settle into their usual shape, “You don’t have to tell me I’m a better lay than all the muscle heads you usually let pound you. I already know I am.”
Bakugou bristled, his ears burning once again.
“You were pretty good yourself though,” the other blond continued, sidling up to wrap his hands around Bakugou’s waist, “You’re real fucking adorable when you cum, you know.”
Kaminari leaned in to kiss him, but Bakugou hurriedly pulled away. He could hear Kaminari chuckling as he slipped out of his arms, and he felt like he finally knew just what was making him feel so embarrassed over what had just happened.
Bakugou had just been proven wrong. No, not just wrong, but insanely wrong, by Kaminari.
Fucking Kaminari. Of all people.
Well, at least he’d gotten a world class dicking out of the ordeal.
“Let’s just get out of here,” Bakugou said, zipping up his pants.
They left the office in a silence that was spoiled by the obnoxiously smug energy radiating off of Kaminari. They walked to the street corner where the paths to their apartments divulged and Kaminari turned to Bakugou, the smirk on his face making Bakugou want to brace for the worst.
“Soooo are you still gonna act super rude to me around the office tomorrow or like what?”
Bakugou shrugged generally unsure whether this encounter had made things better or worse, “I guess that depends on how I sleep tonight,” he eventually answered.
“Well if you wake up feeling frustrated, you know where to find me,” Kaminari said, “Sweet dreams Kaachan,” he called, tossing a playful wink over his shoulder before disappearing into the darkness.
Bakugou rolled his eyes as he watched him go. Regardless of whether he could dick him down or not, Kaminari was still an annoying shit.
The following day at work, Bakugou passed a horrendously hungover Ashido on the way in. She gave him a greeting that sounded more like a zombie groan than a hello as he made his way to his office. Bakugou could hear the familiar voices of the rest of the gang drifting from the lobby area, and he headed in their direction, wanting to fix himself his usual cup of morning coffee.
“I swear to god dude,” Sero was saying, “There’s a used condom in the trashcan in my office and I have no idea how it got there.”
Bakugou stiffened as he poured the grounds into the coffeemaker, but nobody noticed over the uproarious laughter of Kaminari.
When Bakugou turned around, he made searing eye contact with the other blond, but Kaminari hardly seemed bothered as he said to Sero, “Do you think maybe the cleaning staff fucked in your office or something? That’d be hilarious.”
“Are you sure it’s a used condom you saw?” Asked Kirishima with a skeptical smirk.
“I know what a used condom looks like,” insisted Sero, I’ll show you guys if you don’t believe me!”
Kaminari and Kirishima continued to laugh in response, and Bakugou’s shoulders finally relaxed. He pushed silently past the trio to get to the cart where they kept the mugs, and Kirishima called out to him cheerily.
“Morning boss!”
“Morning,” muttered Bakugou.
“We didn’t see you after we came back to the booth last night. I guess you got home alright.”
“Don’t I always?” Huffed Bakugou.
Kaminari took a long sip from his own mug of coffee before he asked, “Did you sleep okay last night?”
Bakugou selected his mug and glared at the other blond. Could the idiot be any more suspicious? The two held each other’s gaze for a single tense moment before Bakugou finally answered.
“You know what, Sparky? I slept fucking great.”
And for the first time in weeks Bakugou actually had