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Fuck it. Fuck everything. Bakugou was going to make a move.
He found himself in the kitchen, angrily throwing his ingredients into a mixing bowl and beating them all to hell and back. He stared at the shitty mixer he’d just taken out of the box and watched it, trying not to turn the speed up higher than necessary. Yeah, he was making cookies. He stood there, in the apron his mother had gifted him when he first moved in eight months ago, wearing it for the first time, with flour on his cheeks and the counter, and a scowl on his face. Just a little bit past the mixer he saw the food dye he was saving for the frosting he planned to make. What the fuck.
He couldn’t tell you how he got into this mess. Okay, he could, but it would take too long. Well, he had about half an hour before he’d be taking these pieces of shits out of the oven. At least an hour before he could even decorate them. Fuck it. Fine.
It all started when the damn broad kicked him out. Okay he wasn’t kicked out, he moved out, of his own volition. After some insistence from his mother. But he’d been planning on moving out for years, he’d just needed to score his first contract with a publisher, and then he was GONE.
Well, it happened. He got published, and a steady job, and thus, a new apartment. He was able to get the unit at the end of the hall, too, so, minimal neighbors - less noise. The little old lady across from him was annoyingly abrasive and sometimes even scathing when she stepped out at the same time he was arriving back home with his groceries, but other than that, she was perfectly quiet. Out of sight, out of mind. That just left him with the next door neighbor.
“Good morning Kacchan!”
Bakugou scowled as a glob of the mixture flicked up onto his own face. He wiped it off and licked it - bleh, sweet, and gritty. He added in the flour and watched a cloud of white puff up in his face, clenching his teeth and scraping the sides of the bowl until it was perfectly combined, and he thought about the soft voice that went along with those words. He always said that, every time they ran into each other on their ways out. And what was with that nickname, huh? Fucking nerd. With his pretty ass eyes, round ass face, stupid fucking freckles. Those freckles haunted his dreams.
Midoriya Izuku, resident nurse at the hospital a couple of blocks over. Good to know that if he had an emergency and lost a fucking limb or something, there was a trained professional living next door. Bakugou could tell he was a good nurse, too, even though he hardly ever said more than one thing to him at a time. He wasn’t just gentle and caring, no, he could be firm when it was required. Like when the grandpa downstairs had broken his arm in a fall and Midoriya had made a makeshift splint for him before taking him to the hospital.
“DON’T move,” Midoriya had told him sternly, holding him in place until he agreed not to move again. Yeah. Okay. Hot.
His first day there, the day that Bakugou moved in, the bastard had come over to welcome him to the building with a plate of cookies, and his damn parents right about swooned. Yup. He was one of those. The kind that your parents loved more than you.
Well, Bakugou saw him in passing now and again. Didn’t think too much about it. So what if he had a pretty little neighbor that didn’t cause too much of a disturbance? Big whoop.
And then one night, about two weeks in, maybe not even, and Bakugou was lying in bed. And he heard it. Moaning.
His eyes shot wide open. You could not be serious. He just laid there for a moment listening, in disbelief. Was he really hearing this? It was, well, not crystal clear. The wall muffled it. Just a bit. Not enough of course. Because there was no mistaking it. The bastard was getting off.
Clearly Bakugou had chosen the room right next to Midoriya’s to be his bedroom. But the other room was just too perfect as a study for him to work from home in, with all its windows letting in the light and the extra outlets and shit. If anything, Midoriya Izuku should take his bed and shove it into the other room. Dumbass. God, his voice, it sounded so erotic, holy shit. He was really enjoying it, huh? The image of bare legs rising and bending in the air, calves rubbing together, floated in Bakugou’s mind and he shook it away. Fuck.
Bakugou was just about to bang his fist against the wall when that voice started to get all breathless and gasping and shit, like he was short on air. “Oh, oh god… Please please please-” It was muttered, low and deep, just fucking opposite him, so he heard it, all desperate and shit. Jesus Christ man. Guess nurses needed a little bit of release at the end of the day, huh?
Bakugou wanted to be pissed about it. He wanted to be so fucking angry as he laid there, getting no sleep. Their walls were paper thin (what the hell were they paying so much a month for anyway?) and the damn bastard on the other side was a noisy motherfucker during sex. NOT an ideal situation to be living in. Usually.
But Midoriya Izuku’s voice was… so god damn sexy. He couldn’t deny the way his dick twitched to hear him building up, the heat in his sensual, horny voice, wow he sounded a little different than he did in the hallway, huh? Not so soft right now. No “Good morning Kacchan!” This was drenched in lust. He kind of wondered what he was doing to himself…
Yeah, he entertained the idea that it wasn’t just him over there. Maybe he had a very giving partner. But Bakugou had never seen anyone going over there. Maybe a few friends, but they were clearly just friends from the way they interacted. And one day, when Midoriya was helping the little old granny carry her bags up the stairs and down the hall, Bakugou walked out and overheard their conversation.
“Midoriya, young man, when are you going to find a nice young lady to settle down with?”
“Haha,” Midoriya laughed lightly, pleasantly at her comment. “I don’t think anytime soon, granny.”
“What about a man, hm? Kids these days don’t care too much about that kind of thing, right?”
“Uh- Uh…” She clearly caught him off guard. That was right as Bakugou was stepping out of his own apartment to head to the gym and those big ass green eyes caught on him, and then his face went red. Oh, where was that shame last night when you were so into it you were rocking your headboard right into Bakugou’s head? “N-No, no man… At the moment.”
The old lady sighed. “You’re not getting any younger you know.”
“Granny…”
Bakugou smirked when he entered into the stairwell that day.
So that was the impression he’d gathered of his new neighbor. He wasn’t some horny pervert that jerked off every night (college memories, leave him alone). It happened about once a week, give or take. The man worked some crazy ass shifts though. Kept him real busy. The nights he heard a buzzing followed by a deep, satisfied moan, yeah, he knew it had been a rough shift. But this way, Bakugou got a real good picture of what Midoriya’s pleasure looked like.
And yeah, fine. Okay. It was hot, got it? The man himself was hot. He was fucking gorgeous. Stopping in the hallway anytime he heard Bakugou’s keys jingling on his carabiner and turning to see him and give him that big smile. He didn’t seem to take it personally at all when Bakugou scowled in response. Not that, or the way he called him Deku in place of his actual name. Something about that had Bakugou readjusting his dick in his boxers when he got back into his unit.
But anyways, the damn bastard got him going. He made him hard, okay? What the hell was he supposed to do, huh? Pretend like his dick wasn’t pitching a tent to hear that beautiful, luxurious wailing? Fuck no. He grabbed himself and jerked it ‘til he heard the other getting breathier, and maybe even start whimpering a little, yeah, fuck, like that, fuck Deku, you like that? He’d gotten pretty good at timing his climax to match his cute little neighbor’s.
And then of course, one day. One fucking day. Bakugou was walking down the hall after returning from the store. He’d grabbed the mail and was shuffling through it when he walked past Midoriya Izuku’s door. Some laughter filtered through the front, sounding like multiple voices. Bastard probably had some friends over or something.
He just about reached his door when he looked at the last piece of mail - more like a package, something in a bubble mailer. He looked at the address, and the unit number was one off. This was put in the wrong mailbox.
He scowled, and then turned back around, pretending like his heart wasn’t ready to explode just from heading over to that damn door.
He knocked loudly, and after a few seconds, the door opened to reveal that beautiful, freckled face. His damn kindness just seeped through and seemed to glow from every pore. He just looked sweet as hell. Like a damn angel or something.
Those eyes widened to see him, the cheeks taking on a bit of color.
“Kacchan!” He said, a bit surprised. “Hello, what are you doing here?”
“Got your mail,” Bakugou responded gruffly, handing it over.
“Oh,” Midoriya said, gratefully taking the package from him. “Oh, this looks like the comic I’ve been waiting for!”
Bakugou allowed his mouth to half lift up and he leaned his shoulder a bit against the doorframe.
“All Might again?” Those eyes rose back up to him, this time amused.
“Yes, the most recent volume. I promise you, they’re worth the read!” Bakugou smirked for real then. This was a fun game he liked to play with his neighbor. Pretend like he didn’t have a whole collection of that exact comic series in his study, right at that moment.
Yet before he could continue his little game, he heard a cough coming from the kitchen. Midoriya looked down as he cleared his throat, and opened the door a bit wider to reveal the man with black hair and a too friendly face sitting at the table, two glasses of wine before him. Immediately Bakugou narrowed his eyes. He didn’t recognize this fuck at all.
“Oh, Shindo, this is Kacchan, he’s my neighbor. Kacchan, um, this is Shindo.” Bakugou did not care to greet this Shindo guy, but Midoriya had such a soft, sweet little smile on his face in that moment, he found himself grunting in acknowledgment, at least.
“Kacchan?” Shindo asked, tilting his head curiously. Fuck that shit sounded horrendous coming out of his mouth.
“Um!” Midoriya looked a bit flushed right then. But Bakugou interrupted.
“Yeah,” he said, doubling down on the nickname.
“Ah, thank you so much for giving me my mail. I really appreciate it,” Midoriya said, narrowing the opening of the door again, like he was saying goodbye.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou said, shoving off the doorframe. “Just trynna avoid a felony.” Midoriya’s laughter sounded like a string of jingling bells, or maybe a chorus of angels. Either way, it ended when he said goodbye, and then the door closed on Bakugou’s retreating back. Fuck.
That night, Bakugou heard two voices on the other side of the wall.
He laid on his back, glaring up at the ceiling with his arms crossed over his chest. Both of those perverts were moaning and groaning all disgusting and shit. He heard the tinkle of Midoriya’s giggles every so often, something light and sprinkled throughout. He heard Shindo’s low, in-the-mood timbre, and he tried not to retch. Yeah, he was definitely filing a complaint the next morning. He didn’t even give a shit if it gave him away for having heard all the times before.
And yet, it didn’t take very long for Bakugou to realize that something was off…
It was Midoriya. His voice… It wasn’t warming up the way it normally did. Yeah, it almost sounded… Well, it sounded a bit more like his normal voice. At least, the voice from when Bakugou had first moved in. Bakugou realized that his neighbor had started to become a bit more expressive around him with time. But that all seemed to backtrack right then. Something about his gasps and moans, they sounded… purposeful. Forced.
The headboard started banging, light taps at first, and then it increased until it was rocking and slamming and Bakugou could’ve sworn he saw the wall trembling each time.
“Hah, hah, yeah, hah, oh fuck-” Shindo’s voice came through the wall, sounding pathetically horny.
“Oh, oh, oh, o-oh?”
Bakugou barked out a laugh- then he smacked his hand over his mouth.
The rocking above his head slowed, and he heard, “Did… Hah, did you hear something?”
“No,” Bakugou thought he could hear Midoriya say in his soft voice. After a second, it picked back up again. And Bakugou couldn’t help but find it funny as shit.
The whole five minutes it lasted, Shindo was losing his shit, mind melting from some simple in-and-out, in-and-out thrusting, like some damn teen getting his dick wet for the first time. Meanwhile Midoriya put on a cute little show. Might be convincing to someone who wasn’t privy to his other, much sexier shows.
“Hah! Crap, you like that? Yeah, oh yeah-”
“Uh- Uh huh! Yeah. Yes. Oh! Please, yes, keep going! Like, like that. Good job-”
Bakugou snorted behind his hand. Good job?!
He was actually grateful when Shindo started grunting like he was gonna bust his nut. “Crap, crap, where, oh god, where?”
“Stomach-” Midoriya supplied quickly. Then Bakugou heard a groan that sounded very much like a damn dying whale, and the shaking stopped suddenly. There was what sounded like heavy breathing, and then possibly Midoriya helping guide Shindo’s hand - maybe even taking over - until Midoriya came. Just a fraction of that luscious moan that Bakugou could get off to himself, but that night he definitely wasn’t feeling it. Not even close. He actually had to race out and close the bathroom door behind him so he could burst into gleeful, mocking laughter.
Despite all of that, this Shindo “thing” wasn’t a one time thing. Apparently the two of them were a thing. Midoriya Izuku supposedly didn’t do one night stands. So Bakugou had to see this Shindo guy a bit more. Had to see Midoriya go out in cute outfits to see this new man, go on dates, go to the movies, go for walks. Bakugou heard them a few more times, too, each time as disappointing as the last. It was really the only thing getting Bakugou through it at all. Because seeing Midoriya’s smiling face walking down the hall with that ugly ass, fake ass smile next to him, really fucking pissed Bakugou off. The two simply weren’t comparable. One was a literal angel. The other was the last box of a generic cereal brand that nobody wanted left on the shelf.
But whatever. Bakugou had no right to complain. Not like he’d made a move when he had the chance. Hell, he was barely even a part of the other man’s life. Hey, how are you, good morning? What a joke. How did he even know Midoriya liked him back? The bastard was nice to everyone. No way in hell was that him flirting with his next door neighbor.
And then a fucking miracle happened. Bakugou came home one evening and saw that Midoriya’s door was ajar. A little suspicious, possibly even concerned, he approached it, and knocked on the frame.
“Oi. Nerd. Deku. You home?”
There was some shuffling in the kitchen in response, followed by a sniffling noise that ruled out a robber, in Bakugou’s mind. Then he heard slippered footsteps scuffing over, and he saw that familiar face appear in the narrow opening. Except it was redder than normal. And kind of puffy looking.
“Oh, Kacchan.” His voice was a bit thick as he made to grab the doorknob. “I’m sorry, I must have not closed it behind me. I think I was distracted… Thank you.”
Bakugou stopped the door from closing. “Oi, you crying?”
“Uh, no!” Midoriya said quickly as he started to rub his face with his forearms.
“You’re fucking crying,” Bakugou said then, decisively.
“Sorry, I cry easily,” Midoriya tried to explain as Bakugou pushed his way in and followed the other man into his kitchen (making sure to close the door behind himself.)
“What the hell happened?”
“Um… Sorry, it’s really not that big of a deal. Shindo and I broke up.”
“Shit…” Bakugou said, as if his heart wasn’t doing fucking jumping jacks in his chest to hear the most beautiful words in the whole entire world. “That’s rough.”
“Ha,” Midoriya laughed lightly at his blunt observation. “Yeah.”
“Sorry,” Bakugou added, taking off the edge to his tone this time.
“It’s okay,” Midoriya assured him, grabbing a second cup to pour some tea for him.
“You can do better.”
“Oh, that’s sweet, but you don’t have to say that,” Midoriya told him with an appreciative smile.
“Why would I say something just to say it?” Bakugou asked. This question seemed to perplex the other man.
“I… don’t know.”
“What he’d do wrong?” Bakugou asked then, deciding to move on.
“Hm? Oh, uh, nothing…”
“He break up with you?”
“...no.”
Bakugou smirked. “Good.”
He liked the way Midoriya’s lips twisted up a little before he took a sip of his own tea.
“He was nice. Very nice. It just wasn’t really what I wanted…”
“Then why the hell are you crying?” Bakugou asked with a quirk to his brow.
“I’m sad it didn’t work out,” Midoriya told him honestly.
“He was a dumb bastard,” Bakugou reminded him.
“He was not,” Midoriya insisted. “He was nice.”
“Yeah? That good enough for you?”
Midoriya blinked back at him, stunned. Bakugou sipped from his tea, holding his gaze.
So there you have it. It took exactly as long as Bakugou needed to combine the mixture, let it sit, roll the dough, cut the shapes, throw ‘em onto trays, toss those into the oven, and then take them out to let them cool. He was currently making his own frosting, whipping it aggressively and watching it drip to test the thickness. This one he needed to be firm enough to write with.
Okay, okay, fuck. So his story didn’t actually explain just why the fuck he was making cookies. But just the other day he couldn’t help but overhear Midoriya speaking with his best friend (yes, through the wall - sue him) about his most recent break up. And his friend, luckily for Bakugou, was loud as fuck. That was how he learned about the cookie test.
Apparently Midoriya didn’t know the cookie test either. But his friends had come up with this concept between themselves to determine whether they liked his partners or not. They always watched to see if Midoriya’s new significant other would make him cookies.
Because apparently that was something Midoriya did. Every time he started dating someone, one of the first things he did was make them cookies - the fucker loved sweets. He really did it for everyone that he met. His friends would joke that he’d make a batch for every patient he treated if he had the time. Flashback to move in day…
More often than not, his romantic partners would take them with a “gee, thanks!” and then never make him anything in return.
So there. That was why Bakugou Katsuki was making cookies (for the first time ever, but he was a master in the kitchen and he could follow instructions well when needed) and why he was glazing them over with different colors and why he was piping some letters onto each one. Because dammit, he wasn’t going to sit there and let man after ungrateful man walk into Midoriya Izuku’s unit like it was a fucking revolving door, and not a single one of them make him a damn batch of cookies in return.
He stormed out of his apartment, plate in hand. They’d had just enough time to dry under the fan when he was fixing himself up, ripping off the ugly ass gingham apron and wiping off any patches of flour, then dressing up real nice, the way his mom taught him to. And he stood before Midoriya Izuku’s apartment, and he knocked on the damn door.
It opened to reveal the sweetest face ever. Below, Midoriya was wearing a soft sweater with hearts on it, and a nice pair of jeans. Must be his day off.
Those lips lifted up into the smile that sent Bakugou’s heart into overdrive, and his head tilted in greeting.
“Hi Kacchan! What are you doing here?”
Feeling his face starting to heat up, Bakugou shoved his plate forward, right in front of Midoriya, and said gruffly, “Here.”
Surprised, Midoriya looked down and studied the gift offered to him.
“Are, are these-”
“Cookies,” Bakugou confirmed with a nod. He cleared his throat and forced himself to relax. Play it cool, idiot. “I made ‘em. For you.”
Midoriya was blinking rapidly, his eyelashes fluttering with the movement. He studied Bakugou then, thoughtfully, curiously, like he was wondering about something. Then he blinked out of it.
“Oh! Um, ah, thank you.”
He took the plate and looked down at the cookies in awe. They were shaped like explosions (the coolest cutter they had at the store) and were many different colors with white writing. Midoriya looked back up at Bakugou’s determined face. Then he looked down the hall, as if expecting there to be something else, maybe someone holding Bakugou at gunpoint or something. Then he looked at the cookies again.
He seemed to be thinking about it, then after a second, he came to a conclusion in his mind, and he deflated.
“I see. Um, ha, thank you. I appreciate it. I know what day it is… It’s okay though, just because I, and Shindo… I don’t want you to feel bad for me…”
“Hah?” Bakugou said, confused by this reaction. He’d braced himself for a possible rejection, not whatever the fuck this was. “The hell do you mean? What day is it?”
“Oh,” Midoriya said then, surprised again. “It’s Valentine’s day?”
Then it was Bakugou’s turn to blink. And aw shit. Fuck. Yeah, okay, maybe it looked like he was pitying the man a bit after his break up. Here, you’re not alone on Valentine’s day. Loser. Take some stupid cookies, or whatever. Eat these when you’re all by yourself.
Just as he was cursing himself internally over not checking the damn calendar, Midoriya looked back at him, curiously again.
“You really didn’t know what day it was?”
“The fuck? You think I pay attention to that kind of shit?”
And a small smile worked its way up Midoriya’s lips.
“Who would’ve taken you for a romantic?”
Bakugou scowled at his teasing tone, but Midoriya didn’t seem to mind, like usual. He smiled down at the cookies this time, looking genuinely pleased. Yeah, that’s right. Bakugou knew about his massive sweet tooth. He paid attention.
“These look soooo good,” he said, his fingers hovering over them like he meant to pick one.
“Don’t eat them, dumbass!” Bakugou burst out, stopping the other short.
“Huh? Why not?” Midoriya stared at them warily then, like they might be dangerous.
“You’re the nerd here. The fuck do you think? Look with your eyes.”
Midoriya studied them then, a bit more intently. Then he gasped.
“Oh! A letter on every cookie… Do they spell something out?”
“Ding ding ding,” Bakugou said with a smirk.
“Ooh, what do they spell?” Midoriya asked, excited then.
“The fuck? They’re your cookies. Figure it out!”
Nearly jumping up and down with his new puzzle, Midoriya grabbed Bakugou’s wrist and dragged him in, the other man barely having enough time to kick his shoes off before following him to the kitchen table. He sat down immediately and started to take the cookies off and place them in groups. Meanwhile Bakugou sank down into the chair adjacent to him and watched him, contentedly.
“So the vowels should probably be spread out…”
“Yeah yeah, take your time. Not like they won’t go stale or anything,” Bakugou grumbled, pushing a cookie that was close to the edge back into the other’s line of sight.
“Some of them are capital letters, but not all,” Midoriya murmured to his companion, ignoring Bakugou’s snarky remark. “Maybe those are the beginning of each word?”
“Guess there is a brain under all that fluff, huh?” Midoriya immediately used this new info to reorganize his piles.
“I, I… And it’s a capital… This should probably be by itself…”
Bakugou let him mutter to himself as he figured out what made sense where. Bakugou had added in some clues to help him figure it out after all. He knew the nerd loved puzzles, so this was just part of the gift. But still, there were butterflies swirling in his stomach, and his palms were sweaty, clenched inside of his pockets, knowing what it spelled out. God, was he crazy? Fuck. Maybe he was.
“There’s a vastly uneven amount of each color, so maybe each word is its own color?”
His hands slid the cookies around and picked them up and put them down. Bakugou watched as more and more, the random jumble became a series of words that started to make sense.
“I can… I can me… Ma…” He said it out loud, like he wasn’t even processing the meaning to the sounds coming out of his mouth. He was just trying to solve for the answer.
The last cookie was set in place and Midoriya sat up in enthusiastic triumph.
“Wait, this is it! Aha!” Happily, he read it out loud. “I can make you actually moa…”
He trailed off at the very last word as it registered, and he blinked, and he stared. Then he looked up at Bakugou as he realized what it said (and meant). And Bakugou? Yeah. He leaned back in the chair with a sloppy, unapologetic smirk on his face, not denying shit. He reached forward and took the final “n” that Midoriya had failed to pronounce, and he took a big ass bite out of it. Damn, these were actually pretty good.
“Need me to prove it?” Bakugou asked him crassly, his eyebrow arching and his grin growing as Midoriya’s face started to turn a deep, deep red. Bakugou saw multiple realizations cross his face. Some in horror. Some in… Well, let’s just say, he didn’t say no.
Okay. So. Maybe Bakugou wasn’t the most experienced at this whole “sex” thing. Really, he had much more experience with his own dick than anyone else’s. He has made other people come before. He did know how to do it.
Plus, he’d been watching a shit ton of porn recently (needing his own release) and, well, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t done his research with a certain nextdoor nurse in mind. He felt pretty confident that he knew what he was doing when he shoved Midoriya Izuku face down onto his own bed.
“Oof!”
“Heh, that was cute,” Bakugou told him, feeling hungry as shit looking down at the other man laid out before him. His sweater had risen up to reveal a sliver of his back. God, those freckles went everywhere.
“Ka… Kacchan,” Midoriya managed to wheeze out as Bakugou’s hands traveled over his ass and beneath that sweater, up his back. Hm, there was some muscle here… He felt it when that body instinctively pressed up to meet his touch. “Are, are the walls really, that thin?”
“Yup,” Bakugou said without remorse. “Could hear a fucking pin drop in this room.”
“Oh,” Midoriya said, his voice thinner than the walls. Squeakier, too. Tilting to the side, Bakugou could see that lovely shade of red making its home in Deku’s face. “I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!”
“Ha!” Bakugou laughed out. What a thing to say with the man you were apologizing to between your legs. “Little too late for that,” he told him as he rode his sweater up to his armpits and watched the fabric pool around his shoulders. Holy smokes he had a whole night sky of constellations right here, on his back.
“Sorry,” Midoriya mumbled again, as if Bakugou wasn’t fucking kissing over every star on his skin, down and down until he got to his waistband.
“Shut up. You’re a horny bastard. Who gives a shit.”
Midoriya let out a gasp, a nice, refreshing breath of air, and he let Bakugou take the sweater off of him. He continued to try to hide his face in his arms, then he took another breath, shaky, and he spoke again.
“Maybe… Maybe if my new neighbor wasn’t so h-hot, I wouldn’t need to… to…”
Bakugou pulled up beside him and watched him until he turned to face him. Then he smirked at his embarrassed neighbor.
“Yeah? Little nurse got a crush?”
Midoriya flushed again, brighter this time, but he nodded, holding Bakugou’s gaze. God, what wasn’t there to love about him?
Bakugou pushed him gently until he was lying on his back and he could fit himself between his legs.
“And so what, you think I’m here just cause I got nothing better to do or something?”
Midoriya stared up at him, shamelessly hopeful, and Bakugou found it so endearing, he gave the poor man a break. His smile turned soft, and he lowered down onto his elbows on either side of the other.
“I’m gonna kiss you stupid. Cause I like your stupid face.”
Those big ass eyes stared up at him with massive hearts in them. He could hear the other swallow.
“Okay.”
And so he did. He kissed Midoriya, learning the shape and soft touch of his lips, the sweet taste of his tongue. He learned the feel of his fingers on his back, growing more and more confident in touching him with each passing moment. And then he dove down to learn the taste of his neck, too.
“Oh!”
Bakugou grinned gleefully up at him before taking his own shirt off and tossing it aside. Those pupils dilated, and those hands reached out to run over the dips and curves of his abs, to feel the solid flesh beneath his palms.
“Ooh…”
“Heh. That’s right, take your time.”
Midoriya’s brow furrowed as his cheeks deepened in color. But Bakugou leaned forward so he could feel more of him, and when those gentle hands traveled up and down his arms, Midoriya actually whined out, like he couldn’t fucking help it. Yeah, this was not going to help keep Bakugou’s ego in check at all.
He was casually grinding against Midoriya, feeling the heat beginning to pool. God, this ass. He could just imagine the clapping sound it’d make when he pounded him. For a second he wondered what it would sound like from the other side of the wall.
“Where do ya keep your lube?”
“In the drawer…” He started to get up and reach for the nightstand on the right side. Bakugou quickly grabbed him by the hips and yanked him back up against his own pelvis. Midoriya stared back at him, wide-eyed at his display of strength. Bakugou himself leaned over to open the drawer and grab the half used up tube of lube.
Smirking down at him as he did so, Bakugou told him, “Let someone else do something for you for once, ey, Nurse Izuku?”
Midoriya nodded, perhaps a bit stunned. It seemed like a foreign idea to him, but Bakugou wanted to fuck it into his head, ‘til he couldn’t even open doors for himself anymore. ‘Til he forgot how doors even worked.
Bakugou pushed the button on his jeans through with one hand and pulled the zipper down. He watched as those jeans dragged down the thick flesh of his (freckled, fuck yes) thighs and calves. He threw them off to the side to join their ever growing pile of clothes. The underwear followed next. He might have lingered here a bit, letting his hands feel over Midoriya’s hips, and thighs, and ass, feel over how to hold him like this. Midoriya squirmed a bit in his grip, perhaps a bit embarrassed at being naked for the first time in front of him. Fuck, this man had nothing to be embarrassed about.
Bakugou lowered down to litter him with kisses, over his stomach, his hip bones, his thighs, wherever his eyes landed next. He felt that body relaxing beneath him, and only then did he pull back and grin at him.
“Alright. Tell me what you think about when you fuck yourself.”
“Ah-” a new delightful shade of red. “Um, well, I like to imagine… That you, you kind of, you’re-”
“That I?” Bakugou asked, his voice soft, knowingly. God, Midoriya’s face was going to be in flames this whole time, huh? It was pretty damn cute. “Yeah, tell me what I do first.”
“Well, your fingers. They look so, I thought they’d be, rough. Not like they’d feel rough, but that they, they’d, you know…”
Oh, Bakugou knew. With a wicked grin, he opened the lube and lathered himself up. He studied his hand before Midoriya, studied how his fingers glistened. Then he reached down and stuck ‘em between his cheeks.
It didn’t take long at all before he was sinking two fingers in. His body was warm and elastic, stretching when he spread his fingers apart.
“Oh-!” Midoriya’s hands gripped the sheets tight, his body bowing up slightly.
“Yeah?” Bakugou asked with a smirk.
“O-Oh…” Midoriya moaned as those fingers found the perfect spot to just stop and rub. He took the other man’s previous statement as a greenlight to press up roughly and watch his eyes bulge and he choked on his own moan. Heh, that was a new one he hadn’t heard yet. Didn’t sound fake though, that was for sure.
He added a third finger and watched as Midoriya devolved into a sweating, panting mess. God this shit was so easy. All he had to do was rub him like that, twist inside, and shove him full with his fingers, and he could get another trembling moan. Holy fuck they sounded divine on this side of the wall.
“So… it’s so much Kacchan.” He said it like he was in awe. Bakugou used his free hand to lift Midoriya’s hips up and show him his own hole, spread wide around Bakugou’s knuckles.
“Yeah? That really enough for you?”
Midoriya looked down at Bakugou’s hand disappearing into his ass, eyes wide, and he shook his head, earnestly. They both watched as his rim stretched around the fourth finger Bakugou added in, and Midoriya’s head dropped back onto the pillow, and he let out a deep, rich moan as his thighs spread even further apart.
“God, fuck,” Bakugou hissed out. He needed to rub up against his own forearm, he was hard as shit. But when a man that pretty moaned that sexy, and then looked down at him with half-lidded eye? Well, he was in danger of coming in his pants, right then and there.
“Kacchan,” Midoriya murmured, sounding like he’d already felt ten times as much pleasure as he had with Shindo throughout their entire relationship. “Can you… Harder please?”
Bakugou pulled ‘em out to shove ‘em in deep. The sheets pulled up at the corners when Midoriya gripped them tight. Bakugou studied him from the inside, thoroughly learning every inch of him, where to press, where to stretch, where to fuck. Yeah, that one was definitely good to know. For later.
It was honestly kind of amazing, the sight before him when he finally pulled out. Midoriya’s chest rose and fell, his cock flushed and weeping between his legs. His lips were lightly parted as he took in his breaths, still plump and slick from before. He looked fucking amazing. God, had Bakugou really caused all of that with just his fingers?
“Alright, out with it. What else do I do in your dreams?”
Midoriya swallowed thickly, the sound so damn audible he might even be able to hear it from his own bedroom. But it seemed like the embarrassment was all gone. There wasn’t room for anything more inside of him other than lust.
“You… You do whatever you want with me.”
“Heh,” Bakugou chuckled, grabbing his thighs just to feel them. He held them around his hips, making sure his eyes got their fill of his body. “That when you break out the vibrator?”
Okay, so maybe there was a little bit of room for embarrassment.
“Oh god, you can even hear that?”
“Yup,” Bakugou said as he started to get up. “Like I said. Pin. Drop.”
He stood beside Midoriya’s bed, feeling him watch him as he squatted down to look underneath.
“Where do you keep it?”
“Uh…” Midoriya said dumbly at first. “The, the vibrator? In the box, in the closet…” Bakugou got up to open up the closet and saw one of those treasure chests you could get at a craft store and paint yourself, and inside he had all of his toys. Fuck that was cute. Why was that cute? Just more proof that Bakugou was so gone on him. As if anyone needed that.
Bakugou picked up the green rabbit and returned to the man on the bed, fitting himself back between his shifting legs. He held the vibrator up, and pressed a button. It started to buzz in his hand, and he looked down with a devilish smirk at the other man’s sweating face. He watched him spread around it as it slowly sunk in, hearing some little whines coming from up above. Bakugou flicked his gaze back up at him and saw his arms sneaking beneath the pillow under his head, and saw him when he gasped. Yup, Bakugou was near it. He remembered well where it was.
With a cheeky grin, he pushed forward and saw Midoriya’s body roll up. He got a full-bodied whine out of him as he pressed the buzzing end to his prostate, and started to rub slow, teasing passes, back and forth over it.
Bakugou was fascinated. This was actually his first time doing this. He’d never used a vibrator himself - though he got the jist of it. So he played with it. There wasn’t much room for movement with the second arm, but every time Bakugou pressed another button, something new happened.
One button made the buzzing get louder and stronger. He liked that one. One made it go softer, and weaker. He wasn’t as big of a fan of this one, but it had its uses. Especially when it let Midoriya relax a bit, and then he suddenly upped the intensity three levels. One button made the second arm start buzzing, and curiously, Bakugou sank it in until the outer part was pressed to Midoriya’s perineum, and those thighs tightened around him.
“Ka… Kacchan…” Midoriya panted breathlessly when Bakugou had the thing up to half max. He could feel his feet beside him, moving, squirming, like they didn’t know what to do with all this pleasure building up inside his body. “Do you, w-want the… the manual?”
“Nah,” Bakugou said, his voice rough and flippant as he cranked up the setting again and dug in, earning more gasping moans. There we go, now he was getting to the really, really rich and deep moans, the ones that pulled from the back of his throat, unwittingly, fuck yes. “I got it.”
He was kind of surprised how much fun it was to switch the intensity back and forth, making it go up and down, and seeing how he reacted. But eventually, Bakugou slowly and steadily upped the buzzing up, then up, then up, and he watched as Midoriya gradually squirmed and moaned, more and more until he was at the ninth level out of ten and the man beneath him started to writhe.
“Oh please, please please please please please, Kacchan-”
“You gonna come from this?” Bakugou asked, half teasing, half awed.
“Yes,” Midoriya sobbed out, pathetically honest. His hips rocked as much as they could on the vibrator. The pillow was squeezed tight under his head and his feet curled up, the sheets wrinkling up between his toes.
With a savage grin, Bakugou pumped the vibrator through him and watched him cry out as he came on his own stomach. Then, and only then, did Bakugou max out the intensity, and shove it into his prostate where he held it, pinning his hips down and making him take it, and a second wave followed right after the first, sweeping through him.
When Bakugou was certain it had passed, he carefully turned it down until the buzzing stopped, and he pulled it free and set it aside. Midoriya was gasping, heaving breaths, and staring up at the ceiling unseeing. Bakugou lowered down and watched those eyes as they steadily focused on him.
“W… Wow…” he said, throat sounding parched.
“Heh.” Bakugou leaned down and left a quick peck on his cheek. He wondered how many partners had made him say that.
“Kacchan…” he said, shifting again and looking down. Bakugou followed his gaze to the prominent bulge between his legs. If he was being honest he was already wet. Guess his dick was used to getting off with Midoriya, huh?
Midoriya shifted again, acting like he was going to get up or something stupid like that.
“Do you, um, can I-”
Bakugou pushed him back down and stared at him incredulously.
“Fuck no. The fuck? Shut up.”
Then he settled onto his elbows, and he held Midoriya’s big ass gaze, his eyes round with wonder. He looked so damn pretty in the peace after…
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Bakugou said, telling him the game plan as if he wasn’t just coming up with it on the spot. “I’m going to fuck you.”
Midoriya blinked, that pink tinge returning to his cheeks, but he nodded. Right. That part was settled.
“If I stick my dick in you right now I’m gonna blow my load in three seconds.”
“That’s okay,” Midoriya said immediately, and Bakugou scowled at him.
“What did I say about shutting up?” Midoriya closed his mouth, his teeth clinking audibly. “Just gimme a second. We’re just getting fucking started, so don’t even think about quiting on me.”
Despite having just come, and having come pretty hard, only moments before, Midoriya hardly looked like he was ready to quit. His words were probably more directed at himself - specifically his dick. But Bakugou pulled back and yanked down his pants and he sprung forth. Thank god Midoriya didn’t say anything about the little splatter he got on his stomach.
Bakugou held back his own groan as he held himself, trying to alleviate some of the need by jerking slowly and smoothly up and down his length. He saw those eyes trained down and wide as they stared at him, the lust back and burning, want and god damn horny need. His lips were lightly parted, like fuck, maybe they could be spread around him, nice and plump and soft and shit- Fuck, this was going to be so fucking hard.
Bakugou lowered himself down again, and he pressed himself up against Midoriya’s ass. Hah, fuck- yeah, that felt right. Bakugou could sense the daunting gap where his lack of experience lay. How many times has he stuck his dick inside of someone, you ask? To that, he says: None of your fucking business.
He got caught in Midoriya’s gaze, in his big, round eyes. And suddenly he thought he knew what it was like to be one of his patients. To feel how he saw through him, feel how he wanted to care for him. Those gentle, life-saving hands came up and held his face and lowered him down the rest of the way, and they kissed again.
It was slow, and sweet. Bakugou could still taste his own frosting on Midoriya’s tongue. And it was exactly what he needed.
He actually didn’t know how long they kissed that time, because he lost himself to it. Midoriya’s arms had wrapped around his back to hold him, and they both tilted into it, deeper, stroking in, luscious, deep strokes. Instinctively, without even realizing it at first, Bakugou’s hips started grinding against Midoriya’s ass again. He felt himself slip between the split of his cheeks, felt the chafe. It didn’t take long before it was starting to feel a little uncomfortable.
He pulled back, both gasping as the saliva broke between them. Midoriya himself was shifting again, his dick half hard already (Hah! Fuck, he was gonna be a handful, huh?) and his thighs were rubbing against Bakugou’s hips, needy little motions, and he liked the sound of their skin together.
“Ready?” Bakugou asked him as he reached for the lube again. Midoriya nodded, his smile shining up at him this time. Bakugou lathered himself up once more, and he pressed forward.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck.
He was groaning, groaning the whole way in. He only got halfway in on one push and almost whited out. He paused, gripping those slippery thighs tight, and looked back down at Midoriya. He saw that beautiful, breathless gaze, how it clung to him like he hung the fucking stars in the sky, and Bakugou steeled his resolve. No way in hell was he finishing until he’d fucked this man’s brains out. Fuck, he was Bakugou Katsuki, the fuck? He could last. He’d make sure of it.
He sat up straighter, lifted Midoriya’s thighs up a bit higher on his hips, and he rolled himself in, further in, deeper.
“Ooooh-” Midoriya groaned before his own gasp cut himself off. Fuck, that was insane, Bakugou thought, gritting his teeth. This ass was insane. So tight and hot and wet and fuck. Midoriya was still recovering from that roll, taking another deep breath, and Bakugou took that opportunity to rock through him once again. A deep moan pulled from that throat. Midoriya’s fingers went for the sheets again, which were sadly already pulled free from that last time and offered little relief.
Bakugou started to rock into him, remembering the path his fingers had mapped out before, and he drove upwards and felt those legs stretch out in reaction, those fists balling up by his sides.
“Cr-Crap…” Midoriya breathed out, the most painfully pleasured look on his face. Feeling a bit cockier, Bakugou started to snap back in and watch those eyes go wide and his spine arch. “Cra-ap! Oh!”
God, the sound of their skin slapping as he fucked in further and further until he was feeling those cheeks against his hip bones… Yeah, that was a good sound. He didn’t even mind the way that shitty ass headboard banged against the wall when it was from his own thrusting.
“Oh my god,” Midoriya sighed out blissfully, a single tear slipping free and trailing down his cheek. With a satisfied chuckle, Bakugou lowered down, hovering back over him, just to get those tear-filled eyes on him again, and he bracketed him with his arms.
He started grinding in, smooth, circular motions of his hips that felt -fuck! - so damn good, and he saw the disbelief spreading in Midoriya’s face, like Really? Really? Could he really feel like this? Yup, Bakugou felt pretty fucking good right then. He almost didn’t even need to get off.
“Ka… Kacchan,” Midoriya said, his voice sounding as wet as his eyes. “This. This is c-crazy. Hah… Hah…” Bakugou grinned at him, feeling the gyrations of his hips widening and driving back in, watching how the man beneath him shifted up from the force of each fuck.
“Somethin’... Somethin’ wrong with crazy?” Okay, so Bakugou’s breathing was labored too. Yeah, he was just barely keeping this shit together. But fuck if he wasn’t going to learn every cookie recipe in the book if it meant he got to come over every day and do this.
Midoriya shook his head fervently, teary and desperate as he looked up at him, looking so vulnerable having come once already and on the verge of it again. Bakugou felt his hands on his shoulder blades then, creeping up and fingernails starting to dig into his flesh and sting.
“I don’t n-normally do this, I-I swear, I-I-I…” Another set of tears slid down the sides of his face and he looked up at Bakugou, eyes pleading for him to understand.
“Hah- fuck! Guess I’m… lucky you decided to, to switch it up today, huh?” Bakugou told him, smiling down at him, maybe a bit gentler than he normally did, but fuck he felt too good to care.
The tears started streaming down as Midoriya nodded, and then he pressed down on his back insistently until Bakugou lowered back down to kiss him. Those legs locked behind him and he was caught in the trap that was Midoriya Izuku’s four limbs, but, well, not like there was anywhere else he wanted to be.
It was a sloppy and messy kiss, wet on their chins and lips, but that wasn’t important right then. What was important was the damn fire in his stomach turning white hot, and he felt it building up. Midoriya beneath him seemed almost agitated, the way he shifted and rolled against him, against his hips. Those moans so damn familiar to him were trapped in the other’s throat, but he could still recognize his pleasure easily, could sense it coming up on him. And Bakugou’s rose to match the other’s, his dick burning as he felt Midoriya turning breathless into the kiss, gasping and yet refusing to pull from it. Bakugou had to practically yank himself free to stare down at him with his scrunched up brow, all furrowed and shit, his voice strained when he spoke.
“Where… Where-”
“Inside,” Midoriya sighed lovingly, almost in relief, like he’d been just waiting for him to ask.
“Fuck.” His voice was a tight, almost-squeak, because that was, fuck. That was enough. He curled over and drilled in, sharp and quick and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-
Midoriya crooned as he felt him spilling inside of him. Those hips grinded and rocked on him, rocked him through his orgasm. That body rolled beneath him and then there was a gasp, and a sudden splatter against his own chest.
Their bodies were all coiled up together, their rocking slowing with a light, sniffling whimper from Midoriya, until they were able to fall back, and relax.
“Ugh,” Bakugou groaned into Midoriya’s neck. Those hands laid flat and sticky upon his back, and they patted him sweetly.
“Hm,” Midoriya hummed, sounding quite content. “Mmm.”
“Pft,” Bakugou scoffed, and he smiled, before looking up at the other’s chin. “Yeah? Feeling good?”
“Mhm,” Midoriya hummed, far more relaxed than Bakugou had ever seen him. “Thank you.”
“Hah!” He pulled free, ignoring the mess to sidle up beside the other, who looked up languidly at him, lashes heavy as they batted over his tired eyes. “The hell are you thanking me for?”
“It felt so good.”
“Yeah, it’s supposed to,” Bakugou scoffed again, rolling his eyes. He could just strangle all of this man’s previous partners, if it weren’t for the fact that he’d just handed them all their asses right then and there, and they didn’t even know it. Ha. Chumps.
“You’re really good at that,” Midoriya told him, making his cocky smirk rise.
“Yeah? Which part?” He asked, waiting for him to answer back, “All of it.”
Yet Midoriya smiled back at him sweetly, and he said, “You’re a really good baker.”
The vein in his temple pulsed.
“Hah?! Oi!”
Midoriya laughed, loud and clear and he turned away and Bakugou dove to latch onto him and tug him against his front.
“Damn bastard,” Bakugou muttered against his sweaty curls, holding him tight. He breathed him in, and let it out slowly.
“So, um, Kacchan…” The man before him said, a bit hesitantly. Bakugou couldn’t see his face, but he could picture the trepidatious look that came with that tone.
“Hah?”
“Are you… Will you come over, then? Again? Please?” He added that last part on, like it was even necessary.
“You kidding me? I’m knocking down this damn wall and getting a bigger bed.” Midoriya laughed again, and Bakugou thought that he could get used to that sound.
He never really had to worry about hearing Midoriya through the walls ever again, because every time he was moaning, Bakugou was already in the room with him.