Everything Is Wet [NSFW]

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It seemed like every time Midoriya went out after class, he missed something important.

In the past it had been pretty innocuous. A new relationship started, or someone did something embarrassing and hilarious. This latest one, though, seemed to run a little deeper.

For one thing, when he arrived, Aizawa was standing in their common room. He did his best to avoid his students outside of class time, so that was never a good sign.

For another, just about everyone in the class was in uproar. Strangely, that was less concerning than the former.

"Unfortunately," Aizawa sighed, with a strange sense of drama to it. "We only have two spare rooms."

"What happened?" Midoriya asked in a whisper, squeezing in beside Uraraka. "Why do we need spare bedrooms?"

"The building flooded!" she whispered back. "Floors two and three are completely unusable! Apparently a pipe burst in between them? So the third floor is all damp and unsafe, and it all poured down into the second floor rooms!"

"My bedroom?" Midoriya whined "What am I meant to do now?!"

"That's what we've been discussing," she explained. "The girls have enough empty rooms, but the guys only have two, so they're discussing what to do!"

"You can room with me, bud!" Kirishima said brightly, as he slung an arm around Kaminari's shoulders. "It's only a week, it'll be like a big sleepover!"

"You're the best, dude!" Kaminari beamed. "I promise I won't get in your way!"

Slowly plans began to come together, people offering their untouched rooms on the upper floors to share with their friends, and Midoriya blushed when Todoroki stepped up to him.

"I've promised Iida can share my room," he began. "But you're most welcome to join us. It will be a tight fit, but I'm sure we can make it work."

"O-Oh, thank you, Todoroki! Um, that's very kind, but, um-"

"He's sharing with me," Bakugou grunted, hands stuffed deep in his pockets.

"Really?" Todoroki asked sceptically, raising an eyebrow. "Why? So you can beat him up in your sleep?"

"It's okay, really!" Midoriya insisted, smiling sheepishly. "I, um-"

"Grape Face and Mister Sparkles are taking the spare rooms, no one wants to deal with their shit for a week," Bakugou continued, as if Midoriya hadn't spoken. "Even Deku is better than those assholes."

"Are you sure it's okay, Kacchan?"

"Fuckin' obviously, asshole. You're acting like we've never shared a room before."

A few curious looks turned their way, and Bakugou's face hardened, glaring them down.

"Kid sleepovers? A thousand school camps?" he pointed out. "Shit, I don't even remember meeting you, we were so young. Why do you have to make this fuckin' weird? If you don't want to stay with me just fuckin' say so."

"I do!" Midoriya answered quickly, eyes wide. "Thank you, Kacchan! It means a lot! I'd better go see if I can get some clothes or something, I'll just-"

"We can't go up there," Bakugou cut him off. "Not safe or some shit, apparently. You can borrow mine."

"R-Really? Thank you!"

"Whatever."

With a nervous smile back at Uraraka and Todoroki's concerned faces, Midoriya followed Bakugou up to his room, hanging back in the doorway when Bakugou headed in and dumped his backpack.

"You just gonna stand there?" he snorted. "Gonna be a long week if you do this shit."

"I'm, um, surprised," he explained, closing the door behind him. "I'm glad we've been hanging out again lately, but you like your privacy! So I'm surprised!"

"So do you," Bakugou pointed out. "If anyone is gonna invade my privacy, it may as well be the nerd who already knows everything about me."

"Thank you," he smiled softly.

"And I know you don't want to share with half and half," he sneered. "But you'd never dare say that, would you?"

"Please don't!" Midoriya whined. "He's such a good friend!"

"Like I'd willingly talk to that piece of shit long enough to tell him."

"Thank you."

He sat down awkwardly on Bakugou's desk chair, swinging back and forth lightly in silence, and Bakugou huffed at him.

"Grab some clothes from the wardrobe," he instructed. "Put your shit down, you get the floor."

"Everything is so clean in here."

"No kidding. But it's not like you can't clean your shit up if it annoys me. Make a mess, I'll just make you fix shit later."

Somehow, the words were comforting. Midoriya nodded, setting his bag down, and turned to look at the impeccably organised wardrobe.

The damn thing was colour-coded.

"Um, is there anything I shouldn't take?" he asked, running his fingertips over the coat hangers. "You have a lot. Have your parents been sending you stuff again?"

"They never stop. It's always shitty formalwear."

"Even from your Dad?"

Bakugou paused, huffing again as he busied himself picking up his laptop.

"He sent me the leather jacket," he muttered. "And the ripped jeans."

"He always did have good taste!"

"Rich coming from you," Bakugou pointed out. "With your shitty t-shirt t-shirts."

"They're funny, Kacchan!"

"They're not."

"Well they're comfy!"

"Because they're twice your damn size."

He crossed the room to reach over Midoriya, making him blush with how he slotted so easily into Bakugou's armpit, but when Bakugou shoved two hangers in his hands he accepted quickly.

"Try these," he instructed. "They might be a bit long."

"Thank you!"

"Whatever."

He ducked into the bathroom to change, oddly overwhelmed by the lingering scent of Bakugou that filled the room. His soap, his shampoo, even his laundry detergent, and Midoriya found himself holding the soft t-shirt to his cheek. Everything Bakugou owned, even if it was just a plain black t-shirt, was always so amazing. Expensive fabrics, flattering cuts, v-necks and tank tops that showed off his best assets.He wouldn't have known where to start, if he wanted to dress nicer, but Bakugou had it down to an art form.

As he dressed himself, he became oddly aware of the way everything clung to him. The t-shirt clung to his waist, the jeans clung to his thighs, he was so used to wearing baggy things that hid his skinny figure from the world rather than put it on display.

"Not bad," Katsuki mumbled, without even looking up from his screen.

"W-What?" he asked, blinking stupidly. "What's not bad?"

"The clothes, fuckin' idiot. You look like a human being."

"I feel, um... Confined. I think maybe I'm a larger size than you."

"You're smaller than me everywhere except your waist and your ass," Bakugou scowled. "Don't give me that bullshit just because you like to swim in your lame shit."

"But-"

"Would you rather walk around naked?" Bakugou cut him off. "Or never wash your damn uniform?"

"N-No!" he squeaked, "I appreciate it, Kacchan! I just don't do the whole fashion thing."

"No kidding."

Bakugou sighed when he caught Midoriya gnawing at his lip, folding his arms across his chest sternly.

"Are you seriously still doing this self-deprecating bullshit, nerd? Have you not looked in a mirror? You look fuckin' fine and you need to stop being shitty to yourself."

Midoriya slumped into the desk chair again, barely sneaking a glance at Bakugou's eyes before his gaze fell to the carpet again.

"I didn't think I'd have to give you a damn pep talk when I signed up for this."

"Sorry! It's okay, really, you don't have to."

"Just... Shit. If you suddenly care how you look or whatever, do something about it."

"I wouldn't know where to start."

"Clothes that fit," Bakugou snorted, nodding toward him. "They fit you fine, your usual shit doesn't."

"Really?"

"I'm done with this sappy shit now."

"Sorry," Midoriya giggled nervously. "Um, thanks, Kacchan. I appreciate it. And letting me stay here, too."

"Whatever. Aizawa said they'll bring air mattresses or some shit later, entertain yourself until then."

"Okay!"

He dug his textbooks out of his backpack, taking over Bakugou's desk to make a start on his homework, and the tension seemed to seep out of the room as they both settled in. It occurred to Midoriya, after a while, that he could have escaped to the common room to do his work, to give Bakugou some peace and stay out of his way, but somehow he'd never thought of it.

Bakugou's company was oddly comforting, in a way. The fact that the two of them could just sit in silence, doing their own thing, and somehow be comfortable that way, was really a testament to how well they knew each other.

"If I get in your way," he spoke up, "just let me know and I can leave."

"Just keep the mumbling down and we'll be fine."

"Got it!"

After about an hour, Bakugou climbed off the bed with a yawn. He grabbed his bag of toiletries, slung a towel over his shoulder, and without a word he stepped out the door.

Midoriya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, with him gone. He hadn't realised exactly how self-conscious Bakugou made him until they were alone together in a small dorm room.

He couldn't pass up an opportunity like this, though. Alone in Bakugou's room? Hell yes.

He set his pencil down and pushed the chair back, taking a moment to let his eyes sweep over his surroundings. It was pretty plain, really. Almost classy, though no one would ever believe that if Midoriya told them. All his furnishings were monochrome – white desk, silver lamp on top, black covers on his bed – the only pops of colour came from his hero costume, hanging on the wardrobe door for quick access, and a single, tiny All Might figure, sitting on his bedside table. Midoriya couldn't help but smile when he saw that, picking it up to examine.

He knew the one, of course. Limited run, only available at one specific movie premiere that had been held in Tokyo when they were children. Midoriya had been maybe five years old, had begged his mother to take him, but it had been too far, too expensive. The resale value of the figures was astronomical, almost impossible to find and even harder to afford.

Bakugou had tried to attend, too. Had whined for weeks, months even, about going to see the movie and get the merch. His mother had told him to stop being a demanding brat, but his father...

Masaru was a kind man, maybe the kindest Midoriya had ever met.

Masaru had gotten on a train, braved the insane crowds and day-long line ups, and had secured two of the figures in their little boxes.

Bakugou had brought one over to the Midoriya apartment wrapped in All Might wrapping paper, a massive red bow slapped on the top. Midoriya hadn't been able to believe his eyes when he opened it to find the intricately detailed model, the size of his little kiddie hand.

He wondered if it was safe, on his desk two floors below.

He set it back down carefully and returned to exploring, careful to leave everything exactly as he found it so Bakugou wouldn't yell at him for snooping. Most of it was pretty normal teenage stuff: a stack of video games, a ton of textbooks and novels. What intrigued him the most was a slim black folder, heavy to the touch. It was unlabelled, and for a brief moment before he remembered that computers existed, he thought it could even be a porn stash.

What he found when he flipped open the cover was somehow worse.

Pages of photos – the professionally printed kind, not cheap laser printer stuff. Baby Bakugou snuggled in his parents' arms, smiling and cooing at his mother; a little older, riding on his Dad's shoulders, his smile as bright as the sun; his first day of kindergarten, dressed in his tiny uniform and carrying a backpack almost as big as he was.

Bakugou had been such a happy kid, always smiling and laughing, so confident and bright. It was no wonder Midoriya had fallen in love with him on day one, as he sat in a corner shyly, sniffing back tears, watching Bakugou introduce himself confidently to the teachers and other students.

He was a natural leader, everyone had always said so.

And that day, he had practically skipped over to Midoriya in the corner, offering him a chubby little hand.

"You wanna play?" he'd asked. "I wanna play heroes, you can be my sidekick."

From that day forward, they'd been inseparable, and Midoriya wouldn't have had it any other way.

When he flipped a page and found photos of the two of them together, playing in the park, cuddled under a blanket to watch cartoons, holding hands on their first day back after vacation, he had to set the book down. He refused to risk spilling tears on Bakugou's precious photo album, and there was no way in hell he could hold them back any longer.

When Bakugou returned from his shower, two bowls of food balanced between his arm and his torso, Midoriya was still bawling like an idiot.

"What the fuck, nerd?" he demanded, setting the food down in a hurry. "You hurt yourself or some shit? Fall over?"

"I missed you, Kacchan!" he sobbed. "I missed you so much!"

"Haaah?! I was gone for ten minutes."

He finally caught on when he saw the album, still sitting on the carpet beside Midoriya's blubbering form, and huffed a sigh.

"You been going through my shit?" Bakugou asked, entirely unsurprised. "Come on, stupid nerd, eat your damn food before it goes cold."

"D-D-Did K-Kacchan c-c-cook for m-me?"

"Don't talk if you're gonna do that stuttery shit," he growled, shoving a bowl in Midoriya's hands. "Eat it."

To Midoriya's surprise, Bakugou sat down beside him, leaning back against the side of the bed as he dug in. Midoriya took a long sniff, wiping his eyes on his arm, and obediently scooped up some hot curry to stuff into his mouth.

"S'good, Kasham," he mumbled through his mouthful. "Fangs."

"Swallow before you talk, nerd. What are you? A fuckin' child?"

Midoriya gulped it down in a hurry, nodding faintly.

"Sorry. It's really yummy, Kacchan."

"Yeah, I got that, nerd-ass. Just eat it."

They sat in silence again as they ate, other than another frustrated huff when Midoriya licked his bowl clean, and he managed a wobbly smile as he held out a hand.

"Thanks, Kacchan. I'll go do the dishes, they might have the bedding and stuff by now."

Bakugou handed over his bowl, looking away as Midoriya climbed to his feet, but when his hand touched the door handle a choked little noise came from Bakugou's throat.

"Everything okay, Kacchan?"

"I fuckin'... I missed you too, alright? When... When we were kids, I mean."

Midoriya teared up all over again, and Bakugou was on his feet immediately, shoving Midoriya out the door and locking him in the hallway.

"Don't fuckin' come back until the dishes are clean and your stupid face is dry!"

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The next problem came to light when Bakugou began stripping. Midoriya caught himself staring, watching as perfect abs and a little trail of blond hair came into view, and Bakugou smirked when he found the green eyes on him.

"Like what you see, nerd?" he asked smugly. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"S-Sorry!" Midoriya stumbled, cheeks burning. "I- I just- I forgot how early you go to bed, I hope I'm not keeping you up!"

"Like you could keep me up," he snorted. "I always go to bed at this time."

"Okay! Um, sorry, I'll- I'll go downstairs, just give me a minute to pack my things up!"

"You can stay, if you want," Bakugou shrugged. "Use the lamp."

"Are you sure? I don't want to int-"

"Would I say it if I wasn't sure?" Bakugou challenged him, eyes narrowing. "Do what you want, nerd, I don't fuckin' care."

Midoriya nodded awkwardly, switching on the desk lamp and watching Bakugou shed his jeans. As he switched off the overhead light, Midoriya got a glimpse of his back muscles, too. They stretched so beautifully as he raised an arm, his spine strong and straight between his thick biceps and traps, and Midoriya felt himself flushing again as he quickly looked away.

His teenage thirst knew no bounds, apparently. Here Bakugou was, sharing his room out of the kindness hidden deep down in his heart and an old childhood connection that Midoriya was happy to discover he still felt, despite how he would deny it. Yet all Midoriya could do was snoop through his things and perv at him when he wasn't looking. Typical.

Bakugou fell into bed with zero grace, pulling the blankets up to his chin, and Midoriya smiled when he curled up happily with his pillow.

"Goodnight, Kacchan. Thank you for letting me stay. Sweet dreams!"

"Whatever," he huffed. "G'night."

He seemed to fall asleep in a heartbeat, compared to the hours Midoriya could spend tossing and turning some nights, and as the stubborn crease in his forehead smoothed out, his expression and his body alike relaxing into his slumber, Midoriya couldn't help but watch fondly.

Bakugou was strangely cute when he slept.

Midoriya forced his eyes away, back to the pages of his textbook, and loosed a quiet little sigh as he returned to his essay.

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Midoriya fell onto his mattress heavily, shoving his face in his pillow, but the movement was completely unsatisfying. Partly because it was too low, partly because his pillow smelled weirdly clinical, but mostly because the air displaced under him, making him grunt when his body nearly hit the ground.

It had been a stupidly long day. Between waking up at the crack of dawn to Bakugou sneaking out for his morning run (though he had to admit, it was super sweet how considerate he'd been – Midoriya was just a light sleeper), the rough day of heroics classes, a surprise test in English that he hadn't prepared for at all, and just a general tiredness and discomfort from not sleeping super well, he was ready for the day to just be over.

"Hey," Bakugou kicked him in the side, looking down at him from his bed. "What's got you all pissy?"

"Why, you so can make fun of me?" he grumbled.

"Wow, shitbag. That's the last time I try to help you."

"I'm sorry," Midoriya conceded, flipping over to look up at the narrowed red eyes. "I didn't mean to take it out on you."

"You get dumped or some shit?"

"Huh?! Wha-?! Kacchan! No!"

Bakugou smirked, watching as Midoriya burned bright red in the face, his fatigue immediately forgotten in favour of embarrassment.

"You know I've never dated anyone," he mumbled awkwardly. "No one I like would ever like me back."

"Yeah, well, you are a weedy little nerd," Bakugou mused. "Can you blame them?"

"Not helping, Kacchan."

Bakugou smirked, and Midoriya cracked a tiny smile of his own as he sat up, unable to resist getting a little amusement from Bakugou's teasing.

"It's just been a long day," he explained, shrugging. "I might have an early night tonight. You're rubbing off on me."

"I was just gonna watch a movie," Bakugou informed him, eyes darting away. "I can do homework tomorrow."

"Yeah," Midoriya smiled. "I can do mine tomorrow, too."

"Come watch with me?"

Midoriya stared, wide-eyed, as Bakugou shuffled across the bed, propping his pillows up against the wall. To Midoriya's amazement and disbelief, he patted the mattress beside him, and Midoriya found himself crawling up onto the blankets.

"Eugh, you smell like shit," Bakugou complained, pulling a face. "Change of plans. Go take a fuckin' shower, I'm gonna cook dinner, then we can watch a movie."

"Kacchan is so lucky he never smells," Midoriya mumbled, hauling himself up again with a sigh. "Okay, I'm going."

"I already showered, you dumb fuck. Now make it quick, I'll only be ten minutes cooking."

"Um, I need to make food too, so-"

"For both of us, nerd," Bakugou scowled. "My cooking isn't good enough for you, all of a sudden?"

"No! J-Just, you cooked for me last night, so I didn't think you'd-"

"I have to cook anyway, idiot. Stop turning it into a thing."

"Sorry," he smiled nervously. "Thank you, Kacchan."

"Whatever."

He stalked off to cook, and Midoriya quickly gathered his things, hurrying down to the bathrooms to get clean. He had to admit, he did smell pretty bad – he felt a little guilty for subjecting Bakugou to it in the first place. But with his pits scrubbed and his hair clean, he headed back up to the dorm, finding Bakugou waiting with two plates and some kind of gadget in his hand.

"Sorry I took so long."

"You didn't," Bakugou shrugged. "You, uh, gonna put some clothes on?"

Midoriya glanced down at the towel wrapped around his waist, smiling sheepishly.

"Um, my uniform needed washing, and so did-"

"Just take them from the damn closet, you don't need to give me your damn life story."

Midoriya nodded, fingers twitching as he pulled open the wardrobe door and stared. He was still a little overwhelmed by the vast variety, but when his eyes fell on a little stack of clothes on a shelf, he couldn't help but smile.

"Really, nerd?" Bakugou snorted, when he saw Midoriya pulling on a set of fluffy pyjamas. "Alright, whatever."

"I'm cozy, Kacchan!"

Bakugou rolled his eyes, but all the same he pulled out a pair of his own, changing into a matching set of warm fleece.

"It's like a sleepover!" Midoriya beamed, hopping up on the bed when Bakugou motioned toward it. "Are we gonna watch an All Might movie?"

"Obviously, nerd. Do you even watch anything else?"

"Not often! Do you?"

"...No."

Midoriya giggled, and Bakugou squeezed in beside him on the bed, hitting a button on the device he'd been fiddling with and setting it down on the bedside table. It lit up, shining a bright light at the wall opposite them, and Midoriya marvelled when he saw the title card projected on the wall.

"You own a projector? How cool!"

"Pikachu does, for squad movie nights. Shit, that sounded even cheesier out loud than it did in my head."

"That's so cool! And super cute," he teased, nudging Bakugou with his shoulder. "I'm glad you cave occasionally, they're such good friends for you."

"Wow, and I thought my sentence was cheesy as fuck."

Midoriya just giggled in response, accepting the plate Bakugou handed him and taking a long whiff of garlic and spices.

"Smells amazing, Kacchan!"

"It's just fried rice, it's not a fuckin' art."

"You'll have to teach me!"

"Whatever."

Clean and warm, on a comfortable mattress with a plate of good food, Midoriya felt better. He was still tired as hell, but he no longer wanted to just give up and sleep for a week, and that was a big improvement.

"Thank you for cheering me up," he said softly, as Bakugou hit play on the movie. "It means a lot to me, you're such a good friend."

"Whatever, asshole," he grumbled, pouting in a weirdly cute way. "It's not like your other friends wouldn't have done the same thing."

"Kacchan is different," Midoriya explained, snuggling in under Bakugou's blankets despite the little shove it earned him. "Kacchan knows me better. And, um, probably means more to me?"

The words came out in a squeak, but Bakugou didn't even acknowledge them, taking a bite of his food and watching the movie begin. Midoriya shut his mouth obediently, staring at the projected screen, but when he sneaked a glance over, he found the tiniest little smile waiting for him, Bakugou's face unusually soft.

When he finished eating, Bakugou took his plate away without a word, setting it on the bedside table with his own. The strong, taut arm draped along the headboard when he was done, behind Midoriya's shoulders, and he found himself tensing up nervously even though Bakugou didn't seem to notice how close they had gotten.

As the first action scene wrapped up, the arm dropped a little lower, and Midoriya barely kept himself from jumping when the warm limb slipped lightly around his waist.

Oh. He was an idiot.

He pressed himself back, accepting the touch, and Bakugou's arm curled. His hand sat on Midoriya's ribs, gently stroking up and down the soft fabric, fingertips occasionally skimming over bare skin on his hip when his shirt shifted just right.

"Kacchan?" he asked quietly

"What?" Bakugou grunted, tensing up.

"Um, would you- would you mind hugging me?" he asked, feeling bold despite his shaky voice. "M-More, I mean?"

Bakugou didn't answer him, but the arm tightened a little, pulling him closer. Midoriya smiled, leaning into his side, tilting his head to rest on Bakugou's shoulder.

Bakugou grumbled something inaudible, reaching down the side of the bed, and Midoriya giggled when he felt a towel hit him in the face.

"Sorry!" he whispered, quickly positioning it between his wet hair and Katsuki's shoulder. "I forgot!"

"Shut up and watch."

The lights were low, but Midoriya thought he saw a glimpse of pink in Bakugou's cheeks.

He grabbed his phone in a hurry when it buzzed, ready to silence it, but the name on the screen piqued his interest. With a quick glance to make sure Bakugou was distracted by the movie, he opened the message, eyes widening when he saw the words waiting for him.

"Yo, Midoriya! This might be unmanly of me, but you should know Bakubro is super happy to have you stay with him! We were all worried he might have scared you off, so if he's a jerk, don't take it to heart!!"

He paused, rereading the words over and over before he tapped the reply button.

"He's been really nice!" he assured him. "Don't worry about us! It's been a long day, so we're having an early night! Sweet dreams, Kirishima!"

He muted it and set it aside, preparing excuses for when Bakugou asked, but even after five solid minutes of movie, still no complaints or questions came his way.

"Kacchan?" he asked softly, "can you pause it for a second?"

"You need to pee or some shit?" he groaned, sitting up where he'd slowly slid down the sheets. "Fine."

He paused it right as the scene changed, the screen black where it cut, and Midoriya just shook his head, turning to meet Bakugou's eyes.

"Kacchan, there's something I should tell you."

"Now? It couldn't wait another half hour?"

"No," Midoriya shook his head again. "I didn't want to chicken out."

"What, then? Hurry up, weirdo."

"I like you, Kacchan."

Bakugou's eyebrows knitted together, forehead creasing, and Midoriya felt his cheeks glow with warmth.

"I think I always did, you've always been... Amazing. But being here, with you being so nice to me, I felt like... Like maybe something could...? I'm sorry, that's stupid."

"Like something could happen?" Bakugou finished for him.

"Y-Yeah. I'm sorry."

Bakugou's warm, smooth hand tangled in damp curls, pulling his head back gently, and then their lips were meeting. Midoriya had expected a lot of things from his first kiss - awkwardness, for one, and probably a girl - but something about Bakugou's lips pressing against his own was just so perfect.

"Again," Midoriya demanded, flinging his arms around Bakugou's neck and pulling him in desperately. "More, Kacchan, don't stop."

"Thirsty nerd," Bakugou smirked, accepting his kisses all the same. "You been waiting a long time for this?"

"So long."

Midoriya slung a leg over Bakugou's, straddling his lap, demanding more with every touch as he thrust his tongue into Bakugou's mouth.

"Idiot," Bakugou smirked when they parted, licking his lips. "Should have told me."

"I didn't think you'd ever speak to me again if I did!"

"Haah? You think I'm so shallow that I'd refuse to talk to someone because they had a crush? I'm hot as fuck, everyone should have a crush on me."

"You are," Midoriya giggled, kissing down the side of his neck. "But you're all mine, okay? We've always been together, and I don't want that to ever change."

"Fuckin' nerd," he scoffed. "Of course it's not gonna change. Even if I tried, I could never get rid of you."

"Don't try."

"I wasn't planning on it."

Bakugou gave him a sharp grin, and Midoriya's stomach flipped, his hand immediately moving to Bakugou's pants.

"Sit on my face."

"Haah?"

"Sit. On. My. Face."

He tore the fluffy pants down Bakugou's legs, tossing them aside, and by the time Bakugou realised what was going on, Midoriya was already nudging his way between two strong thighs.

"Jesus Christ," Bakugou muttered, blushing as he lifted up. "Are you seriously gonna- Oh, fuck."

Midoriya took a long, hard lick at Bakugou's ass, tongue sliding between his cheeks to find the little hole itself, and making Bakugou moan as it circled the rim.

"Okay, okay, just- hold on."

Bakugou was a little surprised when Midoriya paused obediently, but he didn't dare to question it. He turned over in a hurry, shuffling into the middle of the mattress and gripping the headboard for some kind of stability.

Positioned more comfortably, he nodded, and immediately Midoriya went to town. His tongue thrust in and out with vigour, and Bakugou gasped in response, occasionally shifting his weight from one knee to the other as he searched for a certain angle, but mostly letting Midoriya do the work. His eyes sank closed, and he dropped his forehead to his hands, stifling his moans. But when a finger joined the warm, wet tongue, he threw his head back in delight.

"God, Deku, it feels so good," he hissed. "How the fuck do you- Oh, my God, again, Deku, right there, ah!"

Feeling and hearing Bakugou fall apart above him just spurred Midoriya on, thrusting deeper and stretching him wider. He wondered if he could fit his whole fist in there, if he kept going for long enough – just pumping in and out with his whole damn hand.

"Relax," Midoriya instructed, nipping at firm buttcheeks with his teeth. "Gonna stretch you good and wide, then I'm gonna fuck you real hard."

"H-Haah? You're gonna fuck me?"

"Uh-huh," Midoriya smirked, taking another long, slow lick across Bakugou's asshole. "And it's gonna feel so good, Kacchan. I promise. Just let me take care of you, let me make you feel good."

Bakugou moaned when the tongue thrust into him again, and Midoriya decided that was as close to permission as he was gonna get. He pulled a little with his fingers, stretching him open, and when Bakugou's thighs began to tremble he took it as a personal victory.

"Lie down properly," he instructed, already gripping Bakugou's thighs to move him himself. "Hands on the pillow."

"H-Haah?"

"Do what I say, Kacchan, I need room to worship your ass."

Bakugou's face burned bright red, but he moved his hands obediently, dropping onto his stomach where his knees no longer shook. He glanced back over his shoulder, but carefully avoided the glittering green gaze that peeked up at him from between his legs. The tongue trailed up a little, toying with his balls, and Bakugou's hips twitched, pushing down into the contact, begging for more, deeper, harder.

Bakugou's body was jelly by the time Midoriya resurfaced, digging through the bedside drawers until he found a bottle of lube to spread over his cock. He turned Bakugou over, back onto his back where their eyes could meet, and Bakugou watched him with an almost nervous look. Midoriya smiled when he saw it, gently combing blond hair back from a sweaty forehead.

"Let me make you feel good."

"Just... Don't fuckin' cum inside me, I'll never get that shit out."

"Okay," Midoriya giggled. "It's a deal."

He lined himself up and began a slow, steady push through the stretched, pink hole. Bakugou breathed hard the entire way, hands balled into his pillow, head thrown back as his chest heaved with the effort of inflating his lungs. Midoriya pulled a strong leg up to wrap around his waist, giving himself more room to work with, and to his amusement and a little delight, it clung to him, dragging him in.

"Okay, Kacchan?" he asked, when their hips slotted together neatly. "Hurt?"

"A little."

"Okay," he nodded, leaning in to kiss at a sweaty neck. "Kiss me, Kacchan?"

"Do it yourself, lazy fuck."

He turned his head all the same, smiling a little when Midoriya giggled, and with a little contortion work their lips met again, tongues mingling in his mouth. It was slower than the last one, less desperate and demanding, but the more relaxed pace felt somehow more intimate to Midoriya.

Then again, that could have been the dick-in-ass action they had going on.

When Bakugou nodded faintly, Midoriya began to rock his hips, shifting them both together as they got used to the feeling. When neither of them complained and no one cried out in pain, he began to pull out a little, finding a position to make some shallow thrusts.

"Feel okay?" he asked breathlessly, watching Bakugou nod his head. "Tell me if you want me to stop. Or slow down, or... Anything."

"Faster."

For some reason, Midoriya hadn't been expecting that one. He blushed, but nodded all the same, shifting his position to find the right angle.

When he began to move, Bakugou pushed down to meet him, hissing a little as their skin met with a rough slap. He was pulling up again before Midoriya could ask if he was okay, and with a little smile Midoriya joined him, pulling back to make another rough thrust.

"So hot," he praised, watching Bakugou impale himself on the cock and thrusting a little harder to meet him. "You look so good like this, Kacchan."

"Damn right," he snorted, letting out a long breath. "I'm always fuckin' sexy."

"Uh-huh," Midoriya grinned, hiding it in Bakugou's neck as their hips met again, a little quicker this time. "So sexy, babe."

"Ugh."

Soon they were picking up the pace, thrusting in messy, unequal rhythms, never quite meeting at the time or speed they expected, but still Midoriya thought every single thing about it was perfect. The slide of his slick cock through Bakugou's hole; the way the muscles clenched at him as he pulled away, like they were trying to hold on to him; even the way Bakugou spat curse words and moans like they were a dime a dozen, his voice never remaining silent for more than two seconds.

"I'm gonna cum, Kacchan," he gasped, when he felt himself nearing the end.

"Not inside me, you fuck."

"I know," he chuckled weakly, pulling out despite Bakugou's whine. "Look at me, baby."

Bakugou turned his head slightly, but didn't quite look up all the way, so Midoriya took a hard grip on his chin, dragging him up to watch.

"Keep your hands there," he demanded, as he wrapped his free hand around his messy dick. "Watch me cum on your tits."

Reluctantly, Bakugou cracked his eyes open, watching as Midoriya stroked himself once, twice, three times – on the fourth, he came with a long moan, splashing it all over Bakugou's chest and stomach, staining his flushed skin with white fluid.

Bakugou pulled a face, but then Midoriya was jerking him too, and he couldn't hold it any longer. His own semen joined the mess, spilling onto the sheets around them.

And then they were just two dumb idiots in a pool of their own filth, struggling to find air.

"Wow," Midoriya laughed awkwardly. "Um..."

"Wow," Bakugou finished for him, eyes falling closed and head tipping back again the moment Midoriya released his grip. "Yeah."

"Are we... Are we good?"

"Haah? Fuckin' yeah, nerd."

"Be my boyfriend?"

"Only if you never call them tits again," Bakugou smirked. "I know I have the best pecs in the school – the world probably – but they are not tits."

"Hmm... No promises."

"Fuck you."

"Maybe next time."

Despite his best intentions, Bakugou laughed. Apparently anal drove him into a weird post-coital bliss, where even the nerd's dumb jokes could make him laugh.

"We should clean up," Midoriya suggested, climbing off of him carefully. "Um, stay there, I'll clean you up."

Bakugou started to argue, sitting up to move, but when a sharp pain shot through his ass he froze, wincing.

"I'll clean you up," Midoriya repeated with a smile, grabbing a towel from the closet. "And um... Change the sheets."

"Yeah," Bakugou snorted. "They really need it."

Midoriya dampened the towel in the bathroom, using it to clean the worst of the mess from Bakugou's chest and groin, then carefully scooped him up to deposit on the airbed.

"I am not sleeping on your shitty fake bed," Bakugou growled.

"Just while I change the sheets," Midoriya assured him. "Then we can snuggle in your bed together!"

"Fine, you f- Wait, I never agreed to share."

"Well I'm sleeping in your comfy bed with these nice clean sheets I'm about to put on it, so if you don't want to share, you're gonna have to stay right where you are."

"Fuck you!"

"I'm pretty sure you're too tired for that."

Bakugou gave up protesting when they were both cleaned up, their mess deposited in a laundry hamper for later, and the strong arms once again picked him up, tucking him sweetly into the bed and kissing his forehead.

"Cuddle me, babe?" Midoriya requested, wriggling in close and pressing a kiss to Bakugou's sharp jaw. "You're not gonna be stubborn, are you?"

Bakugou grumbled something under his breath, but turned to face him all the same, pulling their bodies together again under the warmth of the blankets.

"Sweet dreams, Kacchan," Midoriya murmured, kissing blond spikes. "I'm glad we have a few more days of this."

"Yeah," he snorted. "We'll get this shit down to an art form by next week."

"Damn right. The best sex duo in the world."

Snuggled together, Midoriya closed his eyes, smiling to himself as he let the fatigue finally wash over him.

"Deku?"

"Mm-hm?"

"We never finished the movie."