Listen up, a**hole - Chapter 4.5

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Bakugou could only watch in awe as Midoriya stripped him off, peeling away layers of sweaty costume and tossing them aside. His fingertips grazed over pert nipples and strong pecs as he moved, and he showered every inch of Bakugou's body with kisses as he tore away the scuffed clothing. He paused at his hips, looking up with a little smile as he dragged the baggy pants down.

“Kacchan looks so handsome,” he praised, trailing his lips a little lower. “I'm so lucky.”

“Thirsty piece of shit,” Bakugou blushed, turned his head away. “Weren't you halfway through a shower?”

“Mm-hm! Come with me, Kacchan.”

He grabbed the clammy hand and dragged Bakugou under the still-running stream with him, letting hot water rain down on both their heads as they held each other tight.

“Long day at work?” Bakugou murmured.

“Nope! It was good!” Midoriya grinned, nuzzling at the side of Bakugou's neck. “Wanna make Kacchan feel good too!”

“Damn nerd,” he huffed, letting Midoriya press him up against the shower wall. “Sappy as shit.”

“You love me.”

“Some days, yeah,” Bakugou snorted, watching Midoriya pout up at him. “When you're good.”

“Gonna make you feel good,” Midoriya insisted, nipping lightly at the long neck and kissing his way up to a strong jaw. “So good, Kacchan.”

He kissed the spot below Bakugou's ear that always made him squirm, smirking when his boyfriend turned to putty in his hands. Fingertips caressed sculpted abs, kneading at the flesh lightly as he made his way up to pinch a nipple again, relishing the way Bakugou squirmed and gasped.

“Kacchan is such a good boy,” he praised, his voice only a whisper against Bakugou's neck. “So proud, Kacchan.”

“Don't start,” Bakugou choked out through a gasp. “Just fffucking fuck me, nerd.”

“Gonna make you feel so good,” Midoriya said again, smiling this time as his teeth dragged back down toward his shoulder, feeling Bakugou tilt his head to make room for him. “Gonna show you how much I love you, how proud I am.”

“Shut up,” Bakugou whined, pressing into his touch all the same. “Do it instead of talking about it, fuck!”

“Gonna do both,” Midoriya teased. “Put up with it, Kacchan.”

“Fuuuuck.”

Midoriya reached for a bottle of lube on the basin, coating his hand in it out of reach of the water, and sliding it between Bakugou's thighs. With his clean hand, he gripped at a strong leg, pulling it up to wind around his waist and make way for his hand to rub at a tight hole.

“Kacchan is so amazing,” he murmured against a warm, damp neck. “So perfect in every way, so brave.”

“The fuck are you muttering about?” he blushed. “Cut it out.”

“Bravest and strongest hero in the world,” he continued regardless, amused when Bakugou's complaints gave way to a moan as the finger slid inside. “I'm so lucky to have such a perfect hero in my life.”

“Why are you doing this?”

Midoriya smirked against his shoulder, sliding a second finger in and feeling Bakugou's legs tremble as he nudged at just the right spot. For a brief moment, Bakugou's protests were forgotten, lost to a long moan as he threw his head back against the wall.

He finally stuffed a third finger into the warm hole, stretching him a little wider, reaching up with his other hand to adjust the shower head so it wasn't spraying Bakugou right in the face.

“You ready for me, babe?” he asked with another little smirk. “Want to feel me inside you?”

“Yes, God yes.”

“You're gonna be good for me, aren't you?”

“So, so good,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “P-Please, Deku, please, I need you in me. Now.”

“Aw, you're such a good boy, begging so prettily for me.”

“Deku, Izuku, just- Just fuck me, okay? I'm stretched, I'm open, just-”

“I know, I know,” Midoriya giggled, capturing his soft lips in a brief kiss. “Doing it, Kacchan. Arms around me?”

Bakugou obeyed, winding his arms around Midoriya's neck, and when he felt his weight lifted away, his second leg directed around Midoriya's waist to match the first, a pretty pink flush spread across his cheeks.

“Deku, I'm- I'm heavy.”

“Nope,” Midoriya giggled again, propping Bakugou up with one hand while the other reached for the lube again. “Not heavy. Just gorgeous, so handsome.”

“Stop,” Bakugou whined, turning away again only to burn even redder when he saw the hand pouring lube. “Enough praise.”

“It's never enough praise with you,” Midoriya pointed out, reaching beneath Bakugou's ass to slick himself up. “You're always a good little slut for me as long as I call you a good boy.”

He'd learned the kink within a week of the pair "officially" getting together, during their final year of high school. It was a Saturday night, and Midoriya had asked him to go get dinner together, only to get a look of longing and regret in return.

“I said I'd help the assholes study,” he'd complained. “They promised to buy pizza. I would tell them to fuck off, but-”

“Finals are coming up, I know,” Midoriya had giggled, planting a kiss on his cheek. “It's okay, Kacchan! We can get dinner any time, you go hang out with your friends!”

“It's not hanging out,” he'd protested. “They need my help.”

“What a good boy,” Midoriya had praised, ruffling his hair. “Such a good friend! Such a good hero!”

Bakugou had burned bright red at the words, the first real blush Midoriya had gotten out of him in a long time, and he'd immediately become addicted to that pretty shade.

“What, Kacchan likes that?” he'd teased, leaning in to bite his neck. “I shouldn't be surprised. Well then you can go have dinner with your friends tonight, and when you're ready for dessert you can come up to my room like a good boy.”

He saw that same pretty flush in the shower as Bakugou's legs clung to his waist, desperately trying to grind down on Midoriya's dick the moment he felt it touch his hole but thwarted by the strong forearm still beneath him, making him move so damn slowly.

“More,” he whined, “Deku, more. P-Please.”

“What a good boy,” Midoriya repeated, the shower washing away the sweat that beaded on his forehead. “Okay, Kacchan, I'll give you more. I'll give you everything, okay?”

“Yessss.”

He removed his arm, letting Bakugou fall immediately onto his cock, a yelp almost escaping him with the slip down the wall and the way he was suddenly so damn full. It turned quickly into a moan instead, when Midoriya heaved him back up and repeated the process, bucking his hips to meet Bakugou's slide up and down against the tiles.

“Deku, Deku, I wanna come,” he moaned, head thrashing from side to side, eyes squeezed shut tight. “Let me come, Deku.”

“You wanna come, baby?”

“Please, please Deku.”

“Okay, baby, come for me nice and hard,” he bit back a moan of his own. “Make me come too, 'kay?”

“Please, Deku, come for me?” he begged, dragging himself up to find Midoriya's lips as the pace quickened. “So good, Izuku, fill me up, wanna be full of you.”

With a last groan and a few brutal thrusts, Midoriya came. Fluid dripped between them, washing away down the drain, and with a little whine Bakugou followed suit, splashing across Midoriya's chest and stomach.

“Untouched,” Midoriya grinned, breathless as he gently lowered Bakugou to the ground. “Like a good little whore.”

Bakugou's legs shook, but he found balance against the wall, fingers curling on the tiles as they tried and failed to find something to hold. Midoriya stayed close in case he needed to catch him in a hurry, hoping his quirk was enough to make up for the fact that his arms felt like noodles.

Bakugou reached for him, and Midoriya nodded, quickly hosing them both down before he pulled him in for a hug. It took him a lot longer than usual to get them both clean, between the awkward position and the lube and the way Bakugou whined every time he put an inch between them, but soon they were shining clean, bundled up in fluffy towels, and collapsing onto the soft mattress as if they were one body.

“I love you, Kacchan,” Midoriya whispered, as they wriggled under the blankets. “So much, baby.”

“Love you too, nerd.”

As they wound themselves as tightly together as they could, satisfying Midoriya's constant urge for cuddles with Bakugou's post-coital clinginess, he found tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“I'm so proud of you, Kacchan,” he whispered. “Wear them for me, next time.”

“Okay.”

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