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Kaminari and Bakugou had both had a horrible week. Between both having night shifts, press meetings, and social obligations, they were both tired and strung out. So Kaminari should have seen the fight coming. He didn’t even remember how it started. He might have said something snippy that set Bakugou off or the other way around, but either way one minute they were lounging on the couch, Kaminari with his head in Bakugou’s lap while he idly played with his hair, and now they were both screaming at each other across the room while Kirishima stood in the middle looking tired and stressed.
“Fuck you dude! Sorry I can’t be fucking perfect like you!” He yelled.
“Oh fuck off with that, I never said I was fucking perfect either! But you fuck around too much! Take your job more seriously and you’d get hurt less!” Bakugou snapped back.
This all felt familiar, like they’d hand this fight before. They probably had.
“I DO take my job seriously!” He yelled swiping his hand through the air. “God forbid someone cracks a JOKE every now and then!”
“Not when that joke makes you move out of the way too slow and you get hit with a fucking telephone pole!” He snapped again. “You’re lucky Chrome Dome had been on scene already or you’d be in the HOSPITAL right now!”
He clenched his teeth, making his head throb. “I had it under control!”
“Bull shit!”
“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not an ODIOT!”
“Hey Denks no one is saying that.” Kirishima finally found an opening to interject. “I think Kats is just trying to say not to take unnecessary risks for the sake of a joke. We just care about you baby.”
Fury rush up his spine. “Oh okay sure take his fucking side AGAIN!” He turned on the red head who’d started letting his black roots show a little more after he’d told him it looked cool.
Kirishima’s face turned from placating to down right offended.
“The hell does THAT mean?” He asked, voice rising.
He angrily motioned to the both of them “Just that old habits die hard huh? I know I came into this relationship late, but do you two ALWAYS have to fucking gang up on me?”
He knew he was off base but he was mad and a little bit jealous because Kirishima /was/ normally on Bakugou’s side, the fact that it was normally because he was generally more rational wasn’t cutting through his anger.
Kirishima’s face fell.
“Oh fuck you! Don’t pull out that old argument! We both fucking care about you!” Bakugou jabbed his finger in his direction.
“Denki you don’t really think that do you?” Kirishima said after sending a silencing look at the other explosive blonde. “We’re in this together, equally. He may be taking the wrong approach, but he’s right, we love you.”
He exhaled forcefully out of his nose, anger so potent he could see his quirk flash across his vision. Little bolts of electricity dancing around his eyelashes.
“I don’t know what I think right now.” he said turning to the front door of their shared apartment, grabbing his keys and phone from the little table by the entry way. “I need to get some air.” He said shoving his feet into some flip flops, he realized too late they weren’t even his. Damn he and Bakugou wearing the same size was annoying sometimes.
By the time he realized it he was already pushing the door open.
“Denki wait don’t leave!” Kirishima called after him.
“Let him go Eijiro. Give him time to cool off.” He heard Bakugou say gruffly as the door swung shut behind him.
/Uhg fuck him. He’s only saying that cause he thinks he’s right and I’ll realize it soon./
By the time he’d turned the corner to a near by shopping district, his anger had drained out of him and he just felt TIRED, down to his bones. It was only about six at night and the streets were still bustling with life.
He stopped in front of a store front with big shiny windows and looked up at a huge billboard with Bakugou’s infuriatingly handsome face on it. He looked like a damn super model. Eyes subtly lined in black, hair pushed back off his forehead with his mask. He’d let his hair grow out more since they graduated, it was still shorter than he and Kiri’s but it was annoyingly sexy all shaggy like that. His usual black plugs had been traded out for ones with his little signature orange X on them. There was an image of his signature scent from a cologne brand that Jeanist had set him up with. The lid of the bottle was a little grenade. He snorted at the tagline.
‘A scent so explosive, no one can resist it.’
It was a nice scent but that was a bit much. He’d know, he was currently wearing it.
Not every hero had their own scent, but after Bakugou debuted as a full fledged hero instead of a sidekick just six months after graduation, his popularity had skyrocketed. He’d become the youngest hero to break the top five since hawks, coming in at number four at nineteen shortly before Deku surpassed him a few months later. Now at twenty one he was sitting at the number two spot just below Deku, which obviously infuriated him to no end.
Looking in the shiny glass window he took in his own reflection. Bakugou had left a little braid in his hair right in front of his ear behind his little black lightning bolt. He’d let his blonde locks grow out too, it fell loosely above his collarbone now. He looked like a slob in the black flip flops that Bakugou only used to go grab the mail or a quick trip to the corner store, a rumpled Red Riot t shirt and yellow shorts that came to his mid thigh. He’d filled out a lot since graduation, thanks to the carefully crafter workout routine that Bakugou made for him, and he’d grown an inch or two. But next to his two gorgeous bodyfriends he looked downright plain.
He sighed and walked a few more blocks, eyes finding the poster of Kirishima and Mina advertising some his and her body washes. Their poster was more simple, both just in their hero costumes, holding the bottles that matched. Kirishima flexing his impressive bicep and grinning ear to ear. God the things that smile did to him.
Despite him being very open about his relationship with him and Bakugou, ad agencies loved to run advertisements pairing Mina with him. Kaminari had to mute the ship name “KiriMina” on all social media because so many fans were in favor of them together that his feed had become inundated with it. His gut twisted.
Kirishima wasn’t doing too shabby in the hero rankings either. He’d stepped out of a sidekick position to hero a humble year after graduation, and had since ranked in the high twenties and just last month reached the number ten slot.
While Kaminari took a year and a half to be promoted to hero, something he’d told himself he was fine with. After all he’d started out just wanting to be a sidekick anyways. He crawled up the rankings and was sitting at number twenty five, where he’d been the last two years. But hey at least he hadn’t been knocked down yet.
He wasn’t a hero for the glory. He just wanted to do his job and save people. He just didn’t do it as well as his boyfriends.
He sighed, pulling out his phone and dialing a familiar number.
Sero picked up on the third ring.
“He buddy what’s up!” He answered, chipper voice lifting his spirits a little.
“Hey bro, are you busy?” He asked trying not to sound as gloomy as he felt.
“Nope!” He said popping the ‘p’ “Just heading home from work. Roki is outta town until tomorrow so I’ve got no plans.”
“You wanna grab a drink?” He asked hopefully.
“Sure buddy. You okay? Sounds like you’ve got something on your mind.” He said perceptive as ever.
“Yeah I’m good. Just got into it with Kats and I need you to tell me if I’m being an insecure baby or not.” He said heading to a bar down the street they frequented.
“Can do! The usual place?”
“Yeah see you soon.”
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“You’re being an insecure baby.” Sero said point blank over the rim of his beer bottle after he’d filled him in on the fight. His black hair hung limply a little past his shoulders and he wore a simple white T-shirt and jeans.
“Fuck.” Kaminari said sliding his arms across the bar top, resting his chin on the polished wood.
“Sorry dude.” He said shrugging. “But if you’re still feeling insecure about them having been together before you joined in, you gotta talk like an adult about those feelings. Not throw them in when you’re already mid argument. Besides it sounds like Bakugou just got upset seeing you almost get hurt, as would you if it was the other way around.” He said taking a break to sip his beer again.
He sighed, sitting up and taking his own sip. “Well when you put it like that…” he said studying the bar top.
“Should he have yelled about it? No. But this is Bakugou we’re talking about. His love language is cussing you out then cooking you dinner. I’d say go back and apologize but maybe suggest not barking it at you next time.” He said simply.
He downed the rest of his beer, enjoying the fuzzy buzz it gave him. Now he just had to go home.
“You’re right.” He said reaching for his back pocket. “I should get-“ he cut himself off when he patted his pocket only to remember he’d left his wallet at home. “Shit.”
“What?” Sero asked concerned.
He turned to him already clapping his hands together in apology. “I left my wallet. I’ll get you next time! I’m sorry!”
Sero sighed. “Yeah, yeah I’ve got it.” He said reaching for his wallet. A glint of silver caught his eye and he snatched his friend’s hand and took a closer look.
“Dude.” He said as he took in the shiny silver band on his ring finger. “Is this what I think it is??” He asked voice pitching higher in excitement.
“Oh uh,” sero scratched his nose shyly, “yeah I was waiting to tell you in person but we’ve both been so busy lately. Sho asked me to marry him.”
He SQUEALED, ignoring the dirty look he got from the dreary looking businessman down the bar, because holy shit his best friend is getting MARRIED!
“Congrats dude!” He said squeezing him in a bear hug. His heart was SOARING with excitement. “I’m so happy for you! Now I feel doubly shitty for not treating you! We need to plan a proper congratulatory drink! Or hell a whole meal!”
He excitedly rambled for a while asking if they’d picked a date yet. They hadn’t. Where are they getting married? No idea yet, and the like. Sero settled their tab and they said their goodbyes.
When he walked in the front door the apartment was quiet, all the lights were off aside from the one above the dining table, where Bakugou was sitting with a steaming cup of tea in front of him. He looked up when he walked in.
“Hey.” He said plainly, eyes looking tired.
“Hey.” He said walking over to the table, gut twisting with regret and guilt.
“I made tea.” He said gesturing to the Almight tea pot and the extra cup placed at his usual seat. “It’s chamomile.”
He sat, smiling weakly at the cup. He’d gotten him the set for Christmas last year second hand. They didn’t make it anymore so when he saw it he knew Bakugou would love it. The guys charged him a fortune but he didn’t care.
He silently poured himself a cup, holding the sides with both hands, letting the warmth sink in.
“Ei head to bed already?” He asked making a point to glance around.
“Yeah.” Bakugou said leaning back in his chair across from him. “He tried waiting up but he was dead on his feet.”
“Forgot he was up at like four today.” He said, guilt clenching his gut for starting shit (cause yeah he’d started it) when he’d had such a long day.
Bakugou made a grunting noise in response, picking up his tea cup and taking another sip.
He sighed.
“I’m sorry.” He said watching the tea in his cup ripple from the movement of his hands. “It’s been a long week for all of us. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Or said the things I did.”
There was a pause, and a clink of ceramic being set on the worn wood table.
“I shouldn’t have yelled either.” He said softly. “But Ei was right, we just care about you. And if we’re doing something to make you feel like you’re not equal in all this…” he trailed off.
Kaminari looked up, guilt stabbing at his chest again when he met his gaze. He looked worried, and maybe a little sad.
He lurched forward in his seat, grabbing his hand on the table.
“No! You guys aren’t- I mean I don’t-” He took a breath trying to organize his thoughts. “That’s got nothing to do with you guys and everything to do with my own insecurities.” He admitted looking at their tangled fingers, giving them a squeeze. “You guys are so great, and I’m just me ya know?”
The last bit came out as a quiet admission.
Bakugou squeezed his hand.
“Hey.” He said, waiting patiently for him to look up at him again. When he did, the passion behind his carmine eyes sent heat down his spine. “When are you gonna see how great you are?”
His face warmed from the praise, chuckle forcing its way out of his lungs. He shrugged. “I dunno, but when you’re looking at me like that it’s kinda hard not to believe it.” He said grinning slyly.
“Yeah?” Bakugou said leaning forward, propping his elbows on the table. He felt his bare foot slide up the inside of his ankle, electricity zipped up his leg right to his crotch.
His chair hit the floor with the force of him standing. Bakugou was already up as they reached for each other across the table. Their teeth clacked together as their open mouths met, both groaning at the force of the impact.
Kaminari reached up to grab at the back of his head, gripping the blonde spikes a little roughly. Bakugou pulled back long enough to round the table and wedge himself between his hips and the table.
When their lips reconnected he nipped at Bakugou’s plush bottom lip, sliding both hands into his hair this time.
The other blonde let out a WHINE.
Oh.
It’s one of those nights then.
He practically growled into Bakugou’s mouth, leaning down to grab at the back of his thighs and /lifted/ the other blonde up and set him on the table so he could crowd in between his thighs. Times like this made him thankful that he was stronger now. He still couldn’t lift Kirishima, but you’d have to be built like a fucking brick house to pick him up.
Bakugou immediately wrapped his arms around his shoulders and slid his hand up to tangle in his hair. The normally explosive blonde whined again as he gripped his thighs and pressed their growing erections together.
Bakugou pulled back from the kiss. “‘M gonna break the table.” He grumbled.
Kaminari pressed a kiss to his neck and chuckled. “Sweetheart I came home to you fucking Ei on this table last week.” He bit down and sucked the thin skin into his mouth, heat rolling through him at the breathy little noise he made in response. “I think it can handle just you.”
“Denki.” He said with a needy roll of his hips against him.
“Mmm need me to take care of you tonight sweetheart?” He whispered hotly in his ear.
Bakugou nodded.
Kaminari decided a change of scenery was in order.
Grabbing Bakugou by the backs of the thighs again, he lifted him and turned to move the short distance to the couch, strong thighs wrapping about his waist immediately.
As gently as he could, he laid him out on the couch, pressing their lips together again, groaning into it when scarred fingers immediately tangled into his hair again.
“I’m sorry baby.” He said pulling back and laying soft kisses along his sharp jaw as he spoke. “If I’d have know you were feeling like this, I’d have never yelled at you.” He nipped at his collarbone meanly. “I’d have just bent you over the couch and fucked you instead.”
Heat flushed up his body again at the whine his words earned him.
It had taken Bakugou several months into their relationship to finally show him this side of himself.
Kaminari had come home from a few day mission in another city to Kirishima cradling him in their shared bed. At first he was worried that he was hurt, dropping his bag he’d rushed over. The needy noise the blonde let out while reaching out to him sent him to his knees, slamming down hard onto the mattress he’d CRAWLED to him. Ready to do whatever he wanted. Then Kirishima explained as Bakugou crawled into his lap, wrapping his arms around him like he was trying to crawl into his skin.
“He gets like this every now and then. Normally when he’s really stressed or something’s been bothering him.” Kirishima explained.
“Want you.” He’d said tugging at his clothes like they’d offended him.
“You heard him Denki.” Kirishima said, moving closer and pressing a kiss to the side of Bakugou’s head. “Wouldn’t wanna make him cry would you?”
Bakugou let out a whimper at that. He’d never gotten naked faster in his life.
Back in the present he sat up to yank his shirt off and over his head, and pulled Bakugou’s knit lounge shorts off, slinging them to the side. Leaning back down he devoured his lips again, nipping roughly at them, savoring every needy little noise.
Kaminari trailed kisses down his neck while pushing Bakugou’s T-shirt up to his arm pits, immediately laying open mouthed kisses on his full pecks, dick twitching his his shorts when he arched up into the touch. He grinned at a mark clearly left by Kirishima, red shark teeth imprints perfectly circling one of his pretty pink nipples, slightest bit of bruising surrounding it.
“Mmm how sweet of Ei to leave me a little love note.” He said, then traced the shallow indents with his tongue, before sucking the already abused nipple into his mouth.
Bakugou keened arching off the couch. Without looking, Kaminari reached over to the coffee table and pulled open the thin little drawer on the side and pulled out the little bottle of lube Kirishima had stashed there after one two many times of one of them reluctantly having to rush to the bedroom to grab some when they’d get into it on the couch.
Releasing his chest he sat up enough to pour some of the thick substance out to coat a few of his fingers, diving back in to give the other nipple the same treatment once his fingers were sufficiently coated.
He lifted one of Bakugou’s legs, placing it over his shoulder, spreading him opene so he cold rub at his hole. While he was expecting a little resistance. A thrill skittered up his spine when there was hardly any, finger sliding in easily, he twisted it around, feeling his already slick walls. He groaned, sinking his teethe into the firm muscle a little harder than before. He pulled back, letting his extra saliva drip from his tongue before grinning up at the other blonde.
“Seems like you and Ei got up to something while I was gone.” He said already pressing a second finger in. “You sure you even need me after he split you open on that monster of his?” He asked knowing damn well he did.
Bakugou whined again, thrusting back on his fingers.
“Yes, need it. Need you too.” He said voice pitching much higher than was usual for his normally gravely bass.
“Mm.” He hummed, leaning up to press his teeth against his inner thigh. “Our little slut. Mr number two hero, can’t be satisfied without having two cocks in him in one day.”
His only reply was to whine again, thrusting himself onto his fingers faster.
“Ssshhhh.” He hushed him, removing the digits and tugging the waist band of his shorts down just enough to pull out his already weeping dick. “I’ve got you sweetheart don’t worry.” He soothed.
He slid in easily, so much lube and cum still coating his entrance he didn’t even need to slick himself up. He moaned, unashamed, head thrown back savoring the slick warmth.
“Fuck you feel so good.” He leaned forward, gripping Bakugou’s leg.
He slammed his hips forward, angling up, knowing he would slam right against his prostate.
Bakugou’s back bowed off the couch, chest heaving, mouth open in a silent moan.
“So sensitive like this.” He said, sliding his palm along his abs, pointedly not touching his angry red erection. He gripped his hip pulling out slowly, then slamming home again.
Somewhere around the tenth thrust at that pace, Bakugou’s voice returned. A string of breathy moans filled the room, he picked up speed, spurred on by the sweet little noises.
He pressed forward, bending him practically in half with the leg still on his shoulder, and pressed their lips together again. Strong arms slipped around his shoulders, blunt nails dragging stingingly across one of his shoulder blades. Goosebumps broke across his skin in their wake.
With a particularly rough thrust, Bakugou groaned against his lips, muscles tightening around him as he felt his cum spill between them. The warm fluid spread against the shirt he was still wearing.
He unfolded himself long enough to toss his shirt aside, letting his leg slip off his shoulder. He dove back in, gripping the firm globes of his ass in each hand, pressing him up into his thrusts. He pressed his face into the other man’s neck, breathing hotly against the sweat damp skin there. He didn’t let up after his orgasm, knowing he wanted him to keep going. His thrusts transitioned into a lazy grind against his prostate, no longer even worried about chasing his own orgasm.
Bakugou’s pleasure consumed him.
He occasionally scrapped his teeth against the side of his neck, as some point he left a dark spot on his sharp collarbone.
Heavy breaths turned into deep moans, his hips twitched against him, grinding his softening dick against his abs, vulgarly sliding through his own cum.
He shifted to wisper hotly into his ear. “You cumming dry for me sweetheart?” Sudden memory of Bakugou crooning almost the exact same thing into his ear years ago tickled the back of his brain.
The answering moan along with the vice grip around his length had him crashing through his orgasm before he could even sense it approaching.
Kaminari let his weight fully press on top of Bakugou, the overwhelming need to close his eyes taking over. He snuggled into the cum drunk man below him, inhaling the salty musk of his arousal.
He’s fairly certain he essentially passed out, stress of his week and the fight earlier crashing over him.
When he blinked back to awareness, Bakugou was tracing his fingertips up and down his spine.
His face was still pressed against his throat, sticky with a thin layer of sweat. Peeling his head up he looked over his boyfriends’ face. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen him so relaxed, face slack with none of the usual tension holding anywhere, lips turned up in a slight natural smile.
Happiness flutters in his chest at being able to help him feel so relaxed and happy.
“Hey.” He said lamely.
Carmine eyes slowly slid to his face.
“Hey.” He answered, happy little smirk splitting his face.
He pressed a kiss against his lips, contently sighing against him as a warm hand clamped against the back of his neck.
They pulled away a sleepily.
“Thanks for that” Bakugou said contently.
He huffed a disbelieving laugh. “Oh honey you never have to thank me for that.
“Kay.” He said a little loopily.
Kaminari sighed. “Hokay up we go! To bed!”
After some clean up, they crashed face first into bed on either side of Kirishima, who somehow managed to sleepily snuggle both of them under him.